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goobstars · 1 month ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄

summary : headcanons about what it's like to date jax.

tags : romance, censored profanity, heavy flirting, and jax in a maid outfit.

note : i tried to make this as in-character as possible.

— when you first started dating jax, you didn't know what to expect. would he secretly be a huge romantic? would he continue to act the same?

— luckily for you, you got a mixture of both!

— jax is the type where, when he's around the others, he'll treat you like how he did before you both started dating. he'd pull pranks on you, make idiotic remarks, etc. despite the fact everyone knows you're both dating, he doesn't want the others to think he has a "soft spot" for someone.

— even though it's fairly obvious he has a soft spot for you. while he does treat you like how he used to before, everyone noticed how his pranks were slightly lighter and smaller, and his stupid remarks were filled with more playful taunts rather than his usual provoking ways.

— now, when referring to how you got a mixture of both, that also means jax has a romantic side.

— who knew? certainly not you.

— he isn't the flashy type, but he's the type that does small stuff that speaks volumes.

— he's the type to notice the small things. he'll note in his head how you react to certain things like conversation topics, and he'll start asking you about those topics just to see you get all excited.

— will he call you a nerd if you know a lot about that topic? yes, but he doesn't mean it in a mean way.

— that's also another thing. all of those nicknames he called you suddenly have a flirty tone to them.

— his favorite thing to call you? doll.

— and he knows it's you're favorite, too, so he will be teasing you with it every chance he gets.

"jax, what did i tell you about going into my room without permission?" your question was only met with jax's smirk as he shrugged, "i don't know. what did you tell me, doll?" before you could speak, your mind comprehended his words, and your lips slightly pursed as you stared at him in silence. you knew what he was trying to do by calling you that, but despite the fact you were aware of his game, you didn't call him out on it. the rabbit's smirk only grew as he took a step closer to you, and he leaned down by your ear. "what's wrong, doll? somethin' on your mind?" "die." "fiesty..." he grinned before straightening his back, and you only turned around and walked away from him in irritation.

— he loves irritating you, but only because that means later on, he gets to sneak into your room to "apologize" to you.

— he doesn't apologize. he just wanted an excuse to go into your room.

— why does he want to be in your room? because it means he gets to be with you without the eyes of all the other members being on you both.

— now, while he acts all cocky when everyone else is around, that act fades a bit when he's in your room. he's quieter as he gets on your bed and settles himself near your side.

— he would be the little spoon when you both cuddled. sometimes he'd like to hold you, but most of the time, it's nice for him to just be held as he gets to relax with you.

— he will tease you with the different outfits he gets during adventures.

— usually, his outfits stay the same, but he notices the way you look at him a little bit more when it changes, especially when he was in that suit at the bar.

— he saw you eyeing him, and he wouldn't stop teasing you.

"like what you see, doll?" you only rolled your eyes at his words as you fidgeted with the glass in front of you—swiping your finger across the top of the glass while jax placed his elbow on the counter and leaned against his palm. "you didn't deny it..." "be quiet." you mumbled, and jax only grinned. "make me, dollface." the others were too busy facing ragatha as she talked about something, so you took the opportunity to grasp his tie before pulling him close. the action slightly caught him off guard as a light flush sprawled across his face, yet his smirk never dropped. "just admit you like how i look in this outfit." you only paused for a moment before tugging his tie closer, and you placed a quick kiss against his cheek. a dazed expression crossed his face as he stared down at you, and he tilted his head. "that works, too..."

— the only time you admitted you liked his outfit was when he got put in a maid costume.

"i definitely like what i see..." you teased as jax's face only flushed more, and he slightly glared at you. "shut.up." "what? you look good! do a spin for me—" "shut the f*#$ up."

— jax would then proceed to pounce at you right then and there.

— did he hurt you? no, it was something that he would never do, but he did shake you a little bit while griping about how you betrayed him by voting for the maid outfit to be put on him.

— finally, he would always make comments about how he was your boyfriend, and he would do it just because he likes the idea of him being your boyfriend.

— you're going to your room? he should go with you since he was your boyfriend. you were going to go ask caine something? he should go with you since he was your boyfriend. you were going to take a small step away with him so you had some space in your bubble? he would take multiple steps towards you and invade your bubble because he was your boyfriend.

— he liked the idea of him being your boyfriend, even if it was in the digital world.

#𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 #·˚ ༘ ~ writing #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc #tadc x reader #jax #jax x reader #jax x you #x reader #x you #romance #jax in the bar outfit>>>

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tsuunytsuun · 1 year ago

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YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME

There's no WAY they're just gonna try and make the whole internet babysit kids rather than actually TARGET THE PEOPLE HARMING THEM or holding parents accountable??

If this bill passes I may not be able to post here or on Youtube anymore

I may not be able to talk to my friends on Discord

I'll lose some of the most important people in my life

I'll lose some of the things that make me the happiest

They're going to censor anything the extremist people government don't like- queer content, bipoc content, content related to sexual health, content about racism and discrimination, ANYTHING.

This bill absolutely CANNOT pass, I'm literally begging that this doesn't pass

everybody go to the KOSA Masterpost and FIND A WAY TO HELP. Call your Senators/House reps, email them, reblog posts, spread the word, ANYTHING.

WE CANNOT LET THIS BILL PASS.

#stop kosa #bad internet bills #internet cen

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1x1x1x1x1x1x1x1 · 9 days ago

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Hello! This is my first time making a request so please forgive me if I word it weirdly or make it confusing. Could you do killers x stunner! S/O reader? Like, they're just in the same round and the moment Reader realizes they immediately go at them and start throwing hands. The weapon is your choice.

Also, this is kind of an extra and is completely optional, but while they are stunned, can you make Reader kind of... take away their weapon? Like, full-on takes their sword (or just pulls out handcuffs out of nowhere and uses it on them for characters who don't have a weapon). And then Reader just runs away (if they have a sword, they run away with that too 💀). It'd be funny if reader emotes on them right after and continued running lol. I love the thought that reader would just absolutely get every chance to stun them even if they're their lover as like tough love bullying (like people who use bullying JOKINGLY and PLAYFULLY as a love language).

I'm not... sure how this would work for John Doe though. I doubt handcuffs would even work on him.

It's ok, guys. Reader apologized after the round...

Maybe?

guhhh,,, this is the oldest request in my inbox it has been ROTTING in there im so sorry anon💔💔

(!!! IMPORTANT like half of this was written a month ago, that might be the slight switch in the writing)

defo ooc and there are typos but i lowk dgaf

hope you enjoy!!!1!

fyi reader in this is already IN A RELATIONSHIP with the killers (seperate but it CAN be read as a poly ig???? no mentions of that tho)

booo half assed banner,, whatever,,,,

Killers × Stunner!S/O!Reader

1×1×1×1｡𖦹°‧

As much as she loves you, you never fail to leave him FUMING with anger.

Every time. Every time they are the killer you IMMEDIATELY run to her and try to get a stun in (and it works almost every time)

He can only growl in annoyance as you emote on them and run away.

There were times when you just DECIDED to steal his swords/weapon,, depending on the skin,,

And oh man she did NOT like that,, started chasing you like a rabid dog

Most of the survivors question how you do it with so much confidence,, and how even though you target her, she doesnt target YOU.

Maybe you just 'got lucky',,

John Doe

[[QUICK NOTE!!! this is technically both ooc and an au, since in this part, your face isnt 'censored' (like Jane)

John remembers who you are!!!!

Well,, he cant really stay mad at you for long huh?

The first time he saw you in this hell hole again, he was so happy!! basically overflowing with joy

although now, he kills all the survivors except you, even though you tried talking to him about it.

Well, all of them if you let him.

The first thing you do when you see that hes the killer is run to stun him, like immediately.

You do this lovingly of course! He just chuckles and continues chasing the survivor he was on before.

He doesnt really have any weapon you can take, so the only thing you can try is to distract him by talking and flirting with him, TRYING to take his attention away from murdering ALL of the others.

Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ

As much as he loves you, and understands why you love to ragebait him, it always gets on his nerve when you do so

Don't get them wrong, he loves seeing you in rounds and spending time with you, but every time you stun him he just wants to rip his nonexistent hair out.

Although, this does go both ways, and as much as he cherishes you, youre still getting killed no matter what.

Has a special voiceline when killing you thats probably some corny love song or something like that OR its a stupid annoying taunt,, you can decide which version you wanna belive in,,

Sometimes the whole round gets WASTED (for him, at least) because they were chasing you the whole time after you decided to emote on him after stunning. Not really happy about that

Mafioso

WOOHOO FIRST POST AFTER MAFIOSO REWORK I AM SCREAMING IN JOY,,))

He loves you, he really does, but sometimes you can be a lot of trouble for his patience

Everybody has their limits man, and the 50th something time you stun him he doesnt let it go and just TARGETS you

in an affectionate way, of course,

^ by affectionate he sees the 'killing' in this fucked up simulation as banter in a way

technically youre not getting hurt right?

plus its a little payback for all the taunting you do

He orders his men to go after anyone else but you, so youre basically safe for the whole round (if you dont annoy him)

And of course, you are a part of their sick little family, so they treat you as such! Greeting you most of the time when you pass them by

#forsaken x reader #1x1x1x1 #1x1x1x1 x reader #john doe x reader #mafioso x reader #john doe #john doe forsaken #mafioso #mafioso forsaken #noli #noli x reader #noli forsaken

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scuderiahalf · 1 year ago

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brother's prejudice — max fewtrell

pairings. max fewtrell x norris!fem!reader, lando norris x twin!fem!reader

summary. you have always been happy to support lando in any way you can but when he can't give that same support back when your relationship with his best friend is revealed, you're left wondering if your relationship with your twin brother will ever be the same. 4.2k, 18+

playlist. "idfc" by blackbear, "the heart wants what it wants" by selena gomez, "our song" by taylor swift, "it will come back" by hozier, "make me like you" by gwen stefani

warnings. lando's a bit of a dick but he makes up for it, censored oral (male receiving)

masterlist.

. . .

"Do you want me to suck your dick or do you want to watch Markiplier?"

"Do you want an honest answer?"

You huffed, and started to get out of bed. "I'm going to take a shower."

"No, baby, I'm just kidding."

Max grabbed hold of your hand before you even fully got to your feet. He tugged you back onto the mattress, pushed you down and hovered over you.

"You're too late. The moment is gone," you said.

"I'm sorry."

He tried to kiss you but only got your cheek when you turned your head to the side.

"Baby, don't be like that. C'mon."

He kissed your neck and your breath caught in your throat because you were just a girl. You were just a weak girl when it came to Max.

"I love you," he said into the skin of your neck.

"Hm," you pretended to consider it, "Apology accepted. Lay down, drama queen."

You pushed at Max's shoulder and he let you get on top of him. You grabbed a hair tie from the nightstand to pull your hair back with.

Max let his hands slide under your shirt—which was actually his shirt, which was why he was only in his sleep shorts at the moment. He freely let himself feel you up as you tied your hair up, squeezing your thighs and hips, your ass and up to your boobs.

"You've got to stop groping me if you want me to give you a blowjob."

"But you know how much I love groping you."

You laughed and pulled his hands out of your shirt. You intertwined your fingers with his, leaned down to kiss his nose.

"You're really making it seem like you don't want me to suck you off."

"I never said that."

You kissed the knuckles on each of Max's hands before shimmying further down the bed, pulling the blankets with you. Soon, the only sounds in the room were Max's sighs of pleasure and the lewd, wet noises coming from your mouth.

Then, someone with the spare keycard to Max's hotel room unlocked the door and entered without knocking.

"Max, mate, the plane's leaving at ten, not eleven, apparently. I tried texting you in the group chat but—what. The. Fuck."

Thank god Lando was a naturally loud individual, giving just enough time for you to sit up and wipe your mouth, for Max to pull his shorts back up. You both faced Lando with similar caught expressions, still tangled up in bed together but thankfully without your lips currently around Max’s dick.

"Are you actually kidding me? My sister? What the fuck, mate?"

You jumped in to try and defuse the situation before it escalated. "Lando, just wait a second. Let me explain—"

Lando cut you a harsh glare. "I'm not fucking talking to you. We can talk about you acting like a slag later."

You drew back, more than a little hurt at your twin's words and the tone in which he said them.

"Don't talk to her like that," Max stood up for you.

"That's really what you're worried about right now?"

"That you're calling your sister a slag? Yeah, it is."

"What the fuck is going on? You get busy with the one girl that has always been off limits and you think you're some sort of knight in shining armor?"

"Let's just all wait a second. Yeah? Let's just take a breath."

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“Lando, if you think—“

“Please don’t argue, Max—“

“He’s being a fucking dick to you, Y/N—“

“I’m being the dick? You’re shagging my sister—“

“That’s no excuse to talk to her like that—“

“It’s not like that—“

“How long has this been going on?”

“Lando, just listen—“

“Ten months.”

You close your eyes.

“TEN MONTHS!”

The flight back home was going to be a long one.

“You really don’t have to come.”

“Do you not want me to?”

“No, I do but… Lando is going to be there.”

“And you don’t trust him not to cause a scene?”

“I don’t know if I trust either of you not to get into a shouting match in front of our parents.”

You were already dressed and ready to go to your parents for dinner. You sat on the bathroom counter as Max finished getting ready. He was fixing his hair, the last step before he would be done, also.

You watched as the gentle, concentrated furrow in his brow deepened to one of anger. “He called you a slag, Y/N. I don’t care if he’s your brother; that’s not okay.”

“He said I was acting like a slag—“

“Same difference.”

“—and he didn’t mean it. He was just caught off guard. I did go behind his back…”

“Don’t paint him as the victim. Admittedly, we probably should have told him sooner but that doesn’t mean he gets it be a dick about it.”

Max momentarily abandoned his hair to squeeze your knee.

“You have to stop making excuses for him.”

“He’s my brother.”

“And he has always walked all over you. When was the last time he properly apologized to you for anything?"

“Max…”

This wasn’t the first time Max had brought this up and every time, you deflected or excused everything Max tried to shine a light on. Lando was Max’s best friend but he was your brother, your twin brother. You had never not known him.

Lando was integral in who you were as a person. You were made as a pair. You grew up as a pair. You had always had each other. He was your built in best friend. You always had his back, no matter what.

If you were a pushover, if you let Lando tease you and speak to you in ways you’d never let anyone else, if you tolerated things from him you that you shouldn’t, then that was your decision.

Max didn’t understand that. He didn’t seem capable of understanding the complex workings of your relationship with your twin. You would do anything for Lando, regardless of what it would mean for you, and you were fine with that.

That was how it had always been: Lando, the showman, and you, the supportive sister. Even back when you were karting together, Lando was out front and you were playing defense to protect his position.

You celebrated his victories more than you ever celebrated your own but that was fine. He was your brother and you loved him.

“Okay, fine. Whatever,” Max relented on that front. “But this is a step too far. He doesn’t get to act like a petulant little kid because I’m dating you. Calling you names and running away to Monaco when he’s meant to be filming with Quadrant. He’s being ridiculous.”

Some part of you knew the punishment of Lando ignoring you for the past month didn’t fit the crime of not telling him you were dating Max. The bigger, more conscious part of you felt like carving “traitor” into your forearm with a steak knife and hoping the pain would make your brother forgive you.

Your messages to Lando had become a wall of blue, full of apologies, begging to let you explain, attempts at striking up a conversation like normal, asking if he had meant to cancel your plane ticket to the Azerbaijan Grand Prix followed by even more apologies and then congratulations on a race well done.

You played with your fingers the whole car ride. Max reached over at one point after you had started picking at your cuticles to kiss the back of your hand and hold it the rest of the way, making idle talk that did nothing to distract you from what you were headed towards.

After Lando found you two in Max’s hotel room and the ensuing argument got heated on both of the boys’ sides, Max stayed with you for a few days. When he finally went back to his and Lando’s London flat hoping to talk things out before filming for Quadrant, Lando had cleared out.

He posted a rather passive aggressive Instagram story a few days later about “real friends” featuring some other F1 drivers all holding padel rackets. Max had not been happy when he found you torn up over it, shedding tears over the fear that you had lost your brother.

You had always been sensitive. Quick to cry, quick to care, quick to get attached, quick to get hurt. Lando poked fun at you for it your entire lives but he was also the first to jump in and defend you whenever anyone else said anything to you.

Lando’s distance over the last few weeks hurt. Like, physically hurt. You would see something that you thought he would find funny and go to text him about it just to remember he was giving you the silent treatment and your chest would hurt for the next several hours as you waited on a reply that never came.

Despite it all, when you saw Lando stood in the kitchen with your mom, the first time you had seen him in over three weeks, you couldn't help but smile.

He was halfway to returning it, as if on instinct alone. Then, he noticed Max at your back and his face fell devoid of any sort of pleased emotion. Your own smile fell, chest starting to ache again.

“Y/N darling, there you are.” Your mom came over to hug you and kiss your cheek, then did the same to Max. “And Max! Your best be treating my girl right.”

"Of course, Mrs Norris."

"Stop it with that; I've told you to call me Cisca."

"Mum knows?" Lando said. "You already told mum? Did she know before I did?"

You drew a sharp breath. It was difficult to talk to Lando when his tone was both wounded and accusatory.

"She called me not long after you boys had your spat," your mom explained, "Told me all about her and Max and I couldn't be more pleased. I always knew you fancied him, Y/N, even back in your karting days."

"Muuuum," you groaned, embarrassed even if Max already knew how long you had been crushing on him.

Max laughed and kissed your cheek. "The Shield fancied me."

"Shut up."

“The Shield” was the cringe-worthy nickname that karting media outlets had given you back in the day on account of how difficult it was to overtake you. So much of your karting career had been defense for Lando but you always felt a little victorious whenever you made a boy mad about getting beat by you simply because he couldn't get around you.

You could have gone far in racing if you hadn't quit after a single season of F4.

Lando gagged at Max's display of affection.

Max zeroed in on him, eyes sharp and mouth opening to call him out. You caught his shirt between your fingers, silently reminding him that he had promised not to start a fight. He looked mighty unhappy about it, but Max let his chest deflate and followed you into the dining room to help your other siblings set the table.

Ten minutes later, you all sat down to eat.

This was not the first time Max had dinner with your family. It had become such a common occurrence that it didn't cross any of your minds that your typical seating arrangement had your dad at one head of the table, your mom at the other, your older brother and sisters on one side, and you, Lando, and Max on the other, in that order, always with Lando between you.

Even dating Max, you didn’t think to sit next to him because that was Lando’s seat. It didn’t even cross your mind that it might not have been the best decision to sit your twin next to his best friend who had gone behind his back to date you for months without telling him but it was too late for that.

Lando was the last to sit down after going to retrieve the forgotten napkins. You considered swapping seats last minute as he hesitated over the dining room threshold, then thought better of making a scene and resigned yourself to a torturous dinner without being able to hold Max's hand through it all.

After getting caught by Lando, you had told your mom about you and Max. She had obviously clued your father in but you weren't sure which of your siblings knew the full extent of what went down when Lando found out.

Oliver and Cisca seemed oblivious enough, even if they were casting confused glances at you, Lando and, Max, trying to figure out why the three of you weren't speaking to each other. However, Flo was keeping an awfully watchful eye on your twin and boyfriend, as though waiting for the show to begin.

Table talk was casual and nearly pleasant. With Lando uncharacteristically silent beside you, and Max refusing to so much as look at his best friend, you couldn't fully enjoy spending time with your family while they were all together.

Max caught your eye behind Lando. He gave you a smile, one you couldn't quite return. Lando leaned back and got in the way of your eyeline to Max. You turned back to your food, continuing to pick at the delicious pork your mom had cooked but not able to enjoy it.

"Max, what of you?"

"Sorry?" Max was about as clueless to the conversation at hand as you were.

"Do you have plans to visit Monaco any more this year?"

They must have been talking about the trip your parents and youngest sister would be taking to Monaco during Cisca's summer break. You had planned on taking time off work to go with them, as well as with Max later in the year, closer to the end of the F1 season to attend a few races and help film some Quadrant content.

"Are you and Y/N going sometime together, possibly?"

It was a harmless enough suggestion from your mother. She probably only wanted to try and get Lando and Max to say a word to each other.

Then, despite having already agreed to house both of you later in the year, Lando said, "They haven't mentioned anything."

You really were not enjoying this dinner.

It was getting harder and harder to have all your siblings in the same place as you all got older. Only Cisca lived at home now and she was going off to uni in Manchester next year.

You missed when being with your family was easy, when you didn't even have to think about it. You missed your childhood bedroom that was now the second guest bedroom, your and Lando's bunk beds long gone.

You missed your brother terribly, even if it had only been about three and a half weeks since contact was cut. You didn't want to lose him to something like this but at the same time, you couldn't imagine letting Max go.

Max made you so happy. Couldn't Lando see that? Couldn't he see how in love you were? Couldn't he accept your and Max's relationship for the sake of not wanting to lose his twin sister and best friend?

You would do anything for Lando. You had given up so much for him. You supported him at every twist and turn of your lives. You just wanted things to be okay again.

"Y/N darling, what’s wrong?"

Your mom’s question was quiet, meant to not attract anyone’s attention. But Lando and Max were both quiet, too, in unsettling amounts from the two of them. They both looked at you just in time to see you wiping at your cheek.

"I'm fine."

Except you weren't fine. You were sad and nostalgic and sick of feeling that way and now you were all teary. You just wanted a nice dinner with your family where the two men you loved most in the world acted normal and you didn't start randomly crying at the dining table.

Lando put his hand on your arm. "Y/N/N, are you alright?"

Like his touch finally shook loose something inside you that you had been holding back since the hotel argument or maybe even longer, you rounded on your twin brother.

"No, I'm not alright! How could I be alright when you're acting like this?"

Lando immediately threw his walls back up, going on defense. "You and Max went behind my back."

"And that means you get to throw a month long hissy fit over it?"

"You've been dating for ten months!"

"It's actually eleven, now, mate."

Lando turned to shoot a glare at your boyfriend. "Shut up, Max."

"Stop being a dick, Lando! Just stop! Yes, we should have told you sooner. Yes, I'm sorry you found out like you did. But that doesn't mean you get to treat me, treat us like this."

"How am I supposed to react?"

"You're supposed to get over the initial shock and be happy that two of the people you care about are happy together."

(On the other side of the table, Cisca leaned closer to Oliver. "When did Y/N and Max start dating?"

"I think he said eleven months ago."

"That long and they haven't told us?"

Flo shushed them both. "Shut up; I'm trying to watch.")

"How am I meant to be happy about you two lying to me for the last year?" Lando demanded.

"I have been trying to apologize and talk to you about that for the last month and you haven't let me! You ran off to Monaco, ditched your Quadrant responsibilities, and left me thinking that I'd ruined things forever. That's such a dick move, Lando! Fuck—"

You were crying again. You wiped angrily at your cheeks, wanting to be taken seriously and get your point across but it was difficult when you had tears running down your face.

"You can't just ditch me like that when things get rough. It's not fair when I've been there with you through everything. I have never not supported you. I have always been there for you. I quit racing so that you wouldn't get passed over. But the second I do something you don't like, you can't give me even an ounce of support in return."

"What do you mean you quit racing so I wouldn't get passed over?"

Your chest went still, blood running cold. Shit. Shit shit shit, Lando was never meant to know about that. You had never planned on telling him. Never ever. Not even when you were old and saggy and there would be no consequences. You were meant to take that secret to the grave.

"That's not what's important. I don't understand—"

"What did you mean, Y/N?"

You gulped. "It's nothing. It was a long time ago, anyway. It doesn't matter."

"Y/N."

"Me? You want to sign me?"

The Josef Kaufmann Racing representative grinned at your bewilderment. "Yes, you."

"No way. Are you serious?"

"Completely. It obviously won't be set in stone today and we'll need to speak with your parent or guardian but Carlin would be lucky to have you on our roster next season."

"Oh my god. No way!"

You had been worried about next season as all the 2015 series were nearing their ends and you had yet to have been scouted by any teams. Your contract with Mücke Motorsport was coming to an end after this season but now you had been offered a seat in the next level of racing, at the same team your brother was in talks with, no less.

"Oh, this is great! Lando and I will still be on the same team. You know, my brother and I have always walked about being on the same F1 team. That would be crazy, obviously, but this is just like that but on a smaller scale."

"We'd not be giving your brother a seat."

Your excitement was gone in an instant. "Sorry?"

"Lando wouldn't have the seat in Formula Renault. It would be yours, instead."

"You're offering me... my brother's seat."

"That is correct."

Just like that, you let your career die. "I don't want it, then."

The rep blinked at you. "What?"

"Give the seat to Lando. He's who you want. He's the better driver. He has always finished before me."

"He would not have if you were not defending his position. Josef Kaufmann would rather have you driving for them next year."

"I don't want the seat. Give it to Lando. I was planning on quitting racing, anyway. Sign Lando for next year. He'll do well for you."

"Y/N, what the actual fuck?"

You ducked your head. "Don't blow it out of proportion."

"You gave away you entire racing career at the drop of a hat because you didn't want to take a seat that I hadn't even been signed for yet? You— Why would you do that?"

"Because you're my brother."

Behind Lando, Max was staring at you, wide-eyed. All around the table, your family openly stared at you in shock, not quite able to believe the real reason you had suddenly dropped out of racing.

The reason you had given was that you had gotten bored of it. That you had only ever gotten into it because of Lando. That you didn’t want to constantly be in competition with your brother. That when Lando got famous, you didn’t want to be his lesser racing counterpart.

There may have been some truth in those excuses but the whole truth was this: you had been offered the seat Lando was negotiating for and you would not take it from him. You loved racing; you did not love it more than you loved your brother.

“Y/N, I… I honestly don’t even know what to say.”

“You could start with an apology,” Max offered.

“To both of us,” you added.

Max leaned back in his chair. “I’m good back here. Worry about me later.”

“No, she’s right,” Lando said. “I’ve been a real dick to both of you over the last few weeks. You guys didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve always had Max as my chosen best friend and you, Y/N, as my built in best friend but then you guys started getting closer. Then, I found out you’re together and it’s like, what do you need me for if you have each other?”

Any anger you may have been holding onto melted into sympathy. “Aw, Lando—“

“You are so fucking thick, mate,” Max cut in. “You think I’m going to treat my girlfriend the same way I treat your dumbass? I need a platonic best friend just as much as I need a romantic one.”

You laughed at the face Lando pulled.

“If you start referring to us as your platonic and romantic best friends, I’m fleeing to Monaco again.”

“It’s too late. It’s already started, platonic best friend.”

“Eugh, this is terrible. Go back to being awkward acquaintances, please.”

“I love her, mate. There’s no going back from that.”

You loved Max. Wholly and truly you did. How well he got along with Lando was just the icing on the cake, another thing to add onto the list of reasons you were stupidly in love with him.

Your lovesick expression must have been quite obvious because suddenly Lando was shoving your head to the side with a hand over your face.

“Oh my god, don’t look at him like that—I’m gonna barf.”

(Oliver had gone back to his food.

Cisca was still watching, confused. “Wait, so Y/N and Max have been dating for eleven months and not even Lando knew? Why?”

“Apparently, it was an oversight.”

Flo speared an asparagus. “This is better than any TV show I’ve watched all year.”

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Oliver said.

“I’m the only one enjoying this the correct amount. I’ve been waiting for Lando to stop cockblocking Y/N and Max since 2014. I am allowed to be entertained by their drama.”)

“Can we circle back to the whole quit racing because of Lando thing?” Max asked, “Because what the fuck, babe?”

“You quit racing, too!”

“Because I was burnt out, not because I would rather throw my entire career away than make my brother momentarily unhappy while other teams jumped at the opportunity to sign him up.”

“It’s fine! I mean, look at where Lando is now. Season number five of Formula One! It all worked out in the end.”

“Are you really okay with us being together?”

You stood outside with Lando and Max after dinner had finished up. Your parents were loading the dishwasher, Oliver was driving off down the street, and Flo was finishing up doing something with Cisca inside. The three of you were finally able to talk privately.

Lando was quiet for a while after your question. He still seemed a little hesitant but it wasn’t anywhere near how he had reacted in the hotel. He glanced down at where you were holding Max’s hand, then looked away, still thinking.

“You’re not allowed to have sex while I’m in the flat,” is what Lando eventually decided on saying.

Max, unimpressed, said, “It’s a bit late for that, mate.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands.

Lando yelled his displeasure quite loudly. Max just laughed at him, not at all apologetic.

Even if your face was burning, at least you knew things would be okay. You had your brother back. Max had his best friend back. And Lando had both of you back.

The three of you were messy and intertwined but you would be okay.

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lovetei · 1 year ago

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Obey me demon brothers reacting to mc being hit with a "special" potion by someone and them having to deal with mc being extremely horny and dominant plus having their back absolutely blown? (Btw I love your writing🫶🏼)

It's like 1 in the morning and my phone is at 8 percent, the best time to write.

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MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck

Warnings: No proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, smut, no censoring, reader is Implied to be wearing strap or having cock (a big one), fingering them, wrong use of car hood, choking, air deprivation, wrong use of ties, ovestimulation

Parts: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

Are you being serious?

You mean to tell him that the reason why you came home looking like that

Why you came home and immediately went inside his room

Is because you were affected by this strange potion?

That makes you feel like you're in heat?

It doesn't matter, he needs to check up on you and see if it's harmful or not

Or to see if he can do anything to help you, at least.

"A-AUGH!" Moans and screams that sounds too whiny to be his escaped his mouth as your fingers moved wilder. "Wait a second!" He screamed the second time before you added another finger.

He was drooling like a dog on top of his desk as his cock spurt out strings of cum, staining the dark wood of his desk. "You better keep your back like this or I'll have to force it then." You ordered after you grabbed his shoulder and made him arch his back.

"G-Give me a break atleast..!" Is the last thing he screamed after he felt something hard against his used ass.

MAMMON

He was panicking

He knew that this ingredient had an aphrodisiac like effect on humans

But he didn't know it would be this much.

Plus he meant no harm!

He simply fed you this bread during your night out to make things a little exciting!

"Stop fucking moving." You cursed out as you slammed in his ass harder making him moan even more "I-I'm trying..!" He sobbed out as you bent him over the hood of his car, one of his legs raised on it while his dick continued to leak pre.

"P-Please don't be mad! O-One more! I promise I'll do better!" He begged like a whore as he pushed himself closer to you, trying to push your length deeper.

And the last thing he remembered is how he passed out and woke up again with his legs up your shoulder as you relentlessly pound into him.

LEVIATHAN

He kind of knew that it has strong aphrodisiac in it

It was said in the warning after all

But he's a high ranking demon so of course it has no effect on him

And he forgot that you're still human despite having that enormous amount of magic

"Shhh... Breath in." You chuckled at him as he shakily inhaled, sweat coating his forehead as you pushed your fingers inside of him once again "A-Agh~ I think I really can't do it anymore..!" Panic settled in when he felt himself on the edge with just your fingers.

His breathing got more ragged and panicked as you moved your fingers "Don't say that! I know you can take it..." You tried to cover your annoyed mood by sweetening your words.

"N-No... I-I think I'll die..!" His cock leaked pre but your patience is just starting to run thin "Levi how about we shut up?" You pushed your fingers down his throat "You made me like this so take responsibility." You threatened.

SATAN

He saw this unique spell in one of his books.

It applies aphrodisiac on foods without needing an actual potion

And so he though, why not try it on you?

You have gained a pretty amount of mana since time time you first came here

You can handle this much right?

Satan held on the bookshelf for his dear life as he bit on the tie harder to surpress his moans "You might break the shelf at this rate..." You panted out as you pushed yourself deeper inside of him.

A groan escaped his throat as tears does from his eyes "No mwore!" He managed to say through the gag as he caressed his ass, red from all the spanking he received earlier.

You just held his hands and slammed all the way in, his knees completely giving up and your hands holding his up is the only thing preventing him from falling "There, there... I'll start moving now..." You sweetly said, ignoring his please.

ASMODEUS

He didn't mean to!

You just looked so hot earlier that he forgot he had this ability!

Accidentally putting aphrodisiac on your food... How horrible!

Don't worry, he'll take responsibility!

Rhythmic moan is the only thing that can be hear inside the dimly lit room of Asmodeus, oh, the slapping sound of his ass whenever it hits your waist too.

"Augh!~ I-I'm getting a little tired honey~" He moaned as he continued to bounce himself on top of you as you lazily sat on his sofa "Maybe a little help..?" He guided your hands to his waist, implying that he wants you to move him yourself.

When you didn't react, he looked back at you over his shoulders and saw how you look completely out of it, dilated pupils and red cheeks "You know... If I started moving you yourself I might break your fragile little waist." You whined out as he felt you grip him harder.

BEELZEBUB

He's really sorry!

He forgot about this aphrodisiac and how it's harmful for humans...

What do you mean he can help cure the pain?

Sure, he'll help!

You played with Beelzebub's vibrant hair as his mouth worked wonders for you "Just like that~" You moaned as you looked down at him.

"Am I helping you relive the pain..?" He pulled away for a minute, a string of saliva and cum connecting his lips from your thighs "Yes, Beel. You're doing so good~" You leaned down to give him a little kiss

"I'm pretty sure this is hurting too~" You moved your feet closer to his clothed cock, visibly hard and straining against his pants "Then... Can MC help me relive it later too..?" He asked which made you smirk.

BELPHEGOR

It started off as a harmless prank

It was supposed to be a harmless prank

He didn't know it would reach this far

And he never thought that you'll let it reach this far!

"F-Fucking hell! MC!" He managed to say between the small intervals where you raised his head and let him breath, it's sad that this is what he decided to say.

You slammed his head back down on the pillow and moved your hip back and forth, enough to push him forward and have him holding the bed frame.

And then he tapped your thigh signaling that he's about to cum, and being a nice human, you let him, but this time, you didn't raise his head to let him breath and now you can see the panic.

How he was struggling to push himself up as cum leak out of his cock continuously, you harshly pulled his hair to let him breath "A-Ah~ I-I can't breath please!" He was holding your hands as he begged, tears and sweat messing up his face.

It was a sight to behold before you push him back down.

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #omswd #omnb #obey me smut #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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randomperson54321 · 1 day ago

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FIGHT BACK AGAINST KOSA (S.1748) - SPREAD THE WORD

THE US IS TRYING TO PASS A CENSORSHIP LAW SIMILAR TO THE ONE IN THE UK ‼️

It allows the government to censor anything they want to online

This includes LGBT, adult content, etc

Speak up about this and call your local representatives / senators!!!

We cannot let this pass. it had failed to pasr back in 2022 and 2023 and 2024 due to strong public backlash, now it being reintroduce again in 2025 cause it got introduce back in may 2025.

The lie of “protecting kids” is an old political lie fed to parents and people who don't know how the internet work and use their fear and concern just try to pass bill to try to control the internet and put censorship mask as 'safety' to justify overreach. Real safety doesn’t come from control — it comes from education, critical thinking, and resilience. “You don’t bubble-wrap a child’s mind — you teach them how to navigate the world with it.” You can’t make the entire internet safe for a child. it never had and never will be, And the world/internet shouldn’t make adults live in a sanitized, censored internet just because some parents won’t supervise or guide their kids. It’s like banning cars because some parents don’t teach their kids to look both ways before crossing the streets. It’s a parent’s job to guide and educate — not to demand the government lock down the internet, You can’t regulate away bad parenting, and Digital parenting requires effort. If you hand a child a device, you should understand what they’re being given access to. what KOSA really is A lazy, authoritarian solution to a complex, human problem. so instead of 'protecting kids', how about parents start 'preparing kids', teach the kids internet safety, what they can and cannot see and explain why: "the site say 18+, that for adults only, and you're still young, you should't be on there', etc.

: https://www.stopkosa.com/

https://www.govtrack.us/congress/bills/119/s1748

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harkness-girl · 4 days ago

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a quiet little thing - II

Pairing: AgathaRio x fem!reader

Plot: Rio shows up again and this time not alone. The bold girl, full of liquid courage, from the bar is gone and for Rio and Agatha it's a surprise... but not an unwelcomed one.

Warnings: slowburn, eventual smut, praise kink, additional warnings to be added

~ Previous part

Tip me 💰if you like my work and want to support me :)

This week therapy's session doesn't go as well as you hoped it would.

The therapist is not unkind, she smiles often and gently, her voice is warm and she is patient with you. The problem is that you feel broken because of the way she talks to you. As if there is a solution and once she finds it, you will be fixed, anxiety-free, confident, at ease.

She gives you exercises, again. You hate exercises.

"Try journaling," she says, scribbling down in her notebook. You sometimes wonder what it says. Progress made? Definitely not. Lost case? Most likely. "Stream-of-consciousness for five minutes every morning. Don't censor."

You nod, because nodding is easier than explaining that writing out your spiraling thoughts doesn't help, it just makes them visible on paper.

"And maybe challenge yourself," she adds, like it's nothing. "Walk up to that random person. Compliment someone. Be loud when you want to be quiet."

The longer she talks, the more you feel yourself floating out of your body, not from panic, but from disconnect. You want to tell her you've tried, but the words don't always land in your mouth when you need them and that your silences are not passive, they are just your... default.

But instead, you nod again.

Afterward, you walk home slowly. You wish you knew how to explain yourself better. You're annoyed that being talkative is considered normal, while being quiet is considered something weird. You like your silences. Why should you force yourself to talk when you don't want to?

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The next day, the cafe is slow by mid-afternoon. You're behind the counter, rearranging pastry display just to have something to do. When the door chimes, you don't look up immediately, but when you do, you actually consider hiding back behind the counter.

But it's too late.

Agatha and Rio walk in, their gazes immediately fixed on you. They look like the definition of a power couple. Rio wears denim shorts and a tank top and your eyes latch onto the exposed snake tattoo that spirals around her arm. Agatha wears a sundress in beige color and her hair is in a messy twist, strands falling loose at her neck.

Your heart skips so violenty you nearly drop the tongs.

They smile at you, knowingly, teasingly. As if you went long way back and you shared more memories than you flirting with Agatha at the bar and blushing when her wife arrived.

"Hey stranger," Rio says as they approach the counter. "Thought we might run into you again."

You swallow audibly. "Hi."

Agatha leans forward slightly, her eyes scanning your name tag and you push down the urge to look down, to make sure it's not tilted. "So this is where you hide during the daylight hours."

"I'm usually busier," you say, voice soft, trying not to fidget. "But it's quiet now."

"Lucky us," Agatha whispers and it makes you blush.

You can feel your face heating and your brain going fuzzy. It's like the part of you that spoke to them in the bar - bold, tipsy - has gone into hiding.

"Can we have two ice lattes?" Agatha asks and you nod quickly, grateful to busy yourself again. They don't say anything while you make their order so you assume they've gone to sit down, but then you turn around and put the coffees on the bar and you realize they haven't left their spot.

Rio tilts her head, amused. "You're quieter than we remember."

Agatha smiles. "Much quieter."

You rub the back of your neck and try not to make eye contact. "I'm better when there's... music and alcohol."

"Hm," Rio muses. "Liquid courage, the secret power."

You smile sadly and shrug, not knowing what to say to that, unable to meet their eyes.

"Do you get breaks?" Agatha asks suddenly. "We were hoping you'd sit with us."

You glance at your coworker, who's scrolling on her phone behind the stacks of napkins in need of folding.

"I can take one," you say.

Agatha's smile softens. "Come join us, then."

You pour yourself a glass of water because something tells you you'll be quite parched soon.

They pick a table in the back, tucked near the window. You wipe your palms on your apron before sliding into the seat across from them. You're suddenly too aware of how you're sitting, hands too fidgety, back too straight, knees too close together.

They both watch you with a kind of patient intensity, like they're waiting for you to relax. Wishful thinking.

"I think we broke her," Rio murmurs to Agatha, mock-serious.

"I think she's just shy," Agatha replies, resting her chin on her palm, her eyes never leaving you. "Which is very cute."

You let out a small, helpless sound. "You're both very... really, this is... a lot."

Rio laughs. "You mean we're a lot?'

You nod, half hiding your face in your hand, hoping your blush is not as visible as it feels like. "Yes."

Agatha's voice goes low and warm. "Then we'll go slow."

You look up. They're not teasing now. They're still amused, sure, but not unkindly. And in that moment, when you're crumbling due to their intense warm way of watching you, something clicks inside your chest.

They like you.

They don't like just bold-you or flirty-you. They like this you as well - this blushing awkward you. They like the way you can't quite meet their eyes. The way you blush when they put their attention on you.

They like you flustered.

So you let yourself just be. Enjoy their presence.

Agatha asks you what your favorite drink to make is. Rio asks what you're reading. You answer softly, a sentence or two at a time. They listen like it matters, like you're saying something worth hearing. Even when you stumble upon explaining how your previous job made you want to crawl out of your skin and how painful it was to find something you'd be interested in.

When you fall quiet again, they don't push. They watch the traffic outside the window or softly talk together, not about topics that would put you out of the loop, but about topics you could also talk about if you wanted. And that if you wanted is more important to you than they could realize.

You sip your water and glance at the clock. Agatha watches the way your fingers curl around the glass and Rio sees the way you realize with profound disappointment that your break is over.

You sigh and rise, a little steadier than before.

"We'll come back," Agatha says.

Rio gives you a grin that sparks something behind your ribs. "Maybe next time we'll make you blush so hard you forget our names."

You laugh, the blush surely spreading over your face, and watch with softness in your chest as Agatha drags Rio out of the door, not before giving you a smile that could actually solve conflicts all over the world.

~~~

A few days later, it's Agatha who walks in alone. She's in dark purple pants and loose white blouse, sunglasses tucked into her waves and she gives you that smile, her eyes scrunching up and you're melting.

"I've been craving your lattes," she says. "Or maybe just the sight of you turning bright red."

You choke on your greeting.

She lingers at the counter, making light conversation and you nod and smile, happy that she even wants to tell you the small things happening in her life.

When you hand her the coffee and she takes a sip, she lets out a quiet moan and you flush and stare at her with wide eyes until she winks at you and you have to look down and grip the counter so you don't fall on your knees. To pray, to worship, to beg... you don't know, maybe all of it at once.

"Thanks for the coffee, pretty girl," she says as if you were not already dying and leaves.

~~~

The next time they come, they are in extremely good mood and they talk over each other, trying to tell a story of how some guy thought they were sisters and wanted to have some threesome, but ran away almost crying once Rio was done with him.

You smile softly, loving how animated they both are and how brightly they're smiling and how everything around them is shining and nice. You say something once in a while, urging them to tell the whole story.

Once it's done, they turn their attention towards you and you feel yourself slipping into silence, offering nods and murmured words.

Agatha tilts her head and caresses your hand on the table. "Do you always go quiet when someone's paying attention to you?"

You don't answer, you can't.

She doesn't push and Rio changes the subject and soon it's forgotten, but every now and then Agatha touches your hand when she sees you don't want to say anything else and Rio talks when you start feeling like the silence is too long and it's like they see right through you and you don't know what to do with that.

~~~

Rio and Agatha start coming in more regularly - sometimes separately, sometimes together. There are times when you talk more and times where you go so quiet you wonder if you still exist.

But they always look at you like you're some sweet thing and you want them to shower you with that gaze. Rio starts calling you "darling" and watches the way you have to will your lungs to take another breath. Agatha starts taking your hand and playing softly with your fingers while you sit across from them during your breaks.

One afternoon the conversation steers back to the bar meeting, due to you chatting about Alice and Jen, and they make a joke about creative ways of flirting.

"I was drunk," you defend yourself, lowering your gaze.

Rio laughs. "We keep hearing that excuse."

Agatha slides her finger across your knuckles and you look up at her watching your joined hands. "The flirting is nice, though, when it comes from someone you're into."

You stop breathing.

Rio leans forward, voice low. "She means you, darling."

You're saved by your coworker calling for you to help her. You smile at them sheepishly and go make coffees.

~~~

One rainy afternoon after you almost cried when a customer screamed at you for taking too long to make his coffee, they walk in already laughing, their jackets damp and cheeks pink from the wind. You don't even think, you move around the counter before they can fully approach and fall into their arms.

Your arms wrap around their shoulders, soft, but clinging.

But Agatha makes a small sound in her throat, pleased and surprised, and puts her hand on the back of your head, while Rio hums softly and gently places her hand on your lower back.

Then you pull back quickly, flustered beyong belief, and mumble something about the weather and mean people.

They both seem in shock, but their faces reveal soft amusement and something else. Wanting. A hunger.

"Well," Rio says, her voice slow. "You are full of surprises."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, cheeks burning.

Agatha puts her hand on your forearm before you can spiral. "Don't apologize. That was very welcome."

"You've been thinking about us," Rio adds, cocking her head.

Your face gets hotter. "I..." You glance down, then back up. "Yeah."

Agatha smiles. "We've been thinking about you, too."

You go behind the counter and start preparing their drinks. You turn around while the machine works and they're still standing there. Rio tilts her head at you and says softly, "you get adorably flustered, you know that?"

Agatha leans in from behind her and murmurs, "such a shy little thing." And then they turn and go sit down.

The words freeze you in place.

And they linger.

Later that night, you lie awake replaying it. The way Agatha said it, gentle, playful, knowing. You don't know what it means, but you dream of her whispering it into your ear while Rio is kissing the blush that's spreading over your chest.

taglist: @w4ndsversew0nder @babyharkness @wifeofmanymilfs

#agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness smut #rio vidal x reader #agatha harkness x rio vidal

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fireboaserpent · 5 months ago

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I've gained a few followers recently, so it's time for:

My Controversial Opinions

[My Controversial Opinions]

cishet aroallos are valid. yes the men too. yes the minors too.

contradictory identities hurt nobody. no, lesboys are not invading your spaces.

men are not evil. men are capable of harm, yes, but so is everyone else.

by putting "men DNI" or "cishet men DNI" in your profile, you are creating an unsafe space for trans men. either they are not welcome in your sanitized queer space, or they must out themselves to be welcome. this goes double for closeted trans women.

all trans people experience oppression. yes even the men. we all deserve terms to talk about how oppression affects our specific group. transmisogyny and transandrophobia coexist.

hermaphrodite is a slur. against intersex people. don't use it. while i'm here, don't use futanari either.

animals are not 'biologically non-binary.' they are intersex. stop erasing intersex people.

AMAB and AFAB were created by and for the intersex community but have since been changed and distorted to the point where they are really not useful anymore. say what you mean instead of using agab language to sanitize your posts.

while I'm at it, TMA and TME is much the same. TMA does not mean transfemme, but has grown to be used in that way. if you use TMA/TME i am going to assume you are either a transandrophobe or intersexist, because that language is primarily used by those groups.

sex is not evil. neither are the words vagina, breasts or penis. if you censor yourself while making educational posts i do not trust your education.

censoring words by adding symbols is unhelpful at best and harmful at worst. i cannot filter out every tag that says inc3st, ince$t, !ncest, etc.

you are allowed to dislike things without them being morally wrong. stop trying to find fault with everything you dislike.

neurodivergence includes "weirdos." neurodivergence is not just autism and ADHD.

oh, and last but not least: you can talk about jewish people and antisemitism without talking about Palestine.

#opinion #opinions #trans man #transsexual #transgender #anti agab #anti tma/tme #intersex #intersexism #antisemitism #neurodivergence #contradictory labels

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jo-speaks · 11 months ago

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please please please ft. jack hughes

in which...

you're aware of Jack's reputation with girls, but you know he'll be different with you.

track two in short n' sweet (hughes brothers version) series!

I know I have good judgment

I know I have good taste

It's funny and it's ironic

That only I feel that way

I promise 'em that you're different

Your sister stared at your phone, a picture of the one and only Jack Hughes on it. The look on her face was one of confusion and slight disgust. “That’s… your boyfriend?”

“Well don’t get too happy about it.” You answered, pursing your lips together as you turned off your phone.

She rolled her eyes, “Y/N, he looks like a frat boy who drinks every other hour and fucks a different girl every night.”

Before you could respond, her phone rang. She excused herself into the living room, leaving you pondering on your queen-sized bed. Your sister was partially right, he did have a reputation for being, for lack of better words, a fuck boy.

Ever since he got drafted when he was 18, the number of girls that entered his dm’s was despicable. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t respond to them, getting a few relatively censored pictures in return.

But with age comes maturity. Once he met you, he knew he found his person.

No more DM’s. No more hookups. No more girls. Just you, and only you.

Your sister reentered the room, “Sorry. Mom just wanted to know if I was showing up to meet your boy toy this weekend.”

“I promise you. He’s different.”

And everyone makes mistakes

But just don't

“Do you not trust me? We’ve been over this, babe.” Jack stated, wrapping his arm around your waist as you got into bed with him.

You looked up at him as you rested your head on his bare chest. “I do trust you. But you have to understand why they’re worried about me dating you, Jack.”

His body tensed up, and his hold on your body loosened. You could feel the gentle rise and fall into his chest speeding into a rapid pace. Family meant everything to Jack and you knew that, so you couldn’t imagine how he felt at the idea of your family not liking him just because of stupid decisions he made in the past.

“Sorry. Maybe when we all have dinner tomorrow I can clear that up. I want them to like me, Y/N.” He whispered.

I heard that you're an actor

So act like a stand-up guy

“So. You’re Jack.” Your father said, eyes trailing up and down his figure.

Your boyfriend gulped slightly, trying to keep his composure. “Yes sir. A pleasure to meet you.” He didn’t reply, choosing to stare the boy down instead.

“Dad.” You warned.

Wanting to break up all the awkwardness, your mother introduced herself, giving Jack a warmer welcome than your father. She took his hand and dragged him into the house, leaving you and your dad standing tensely in the doorway.

“I don’t like him. Who the hell does he think he’s impressing with that ‘yes sir’ crap?”

You groaned softly, “Dad, I really like him. Can you please just give him a chance? I promise you he’s a really great guy once you get to know him.”

Your dad stared at you blankly, “How many girls do you think he’s gotten to believe that? Your sister came over yesterday to talk to us. Told us all about him.”

“Yeah, well he’s changed. And whether you choose to believe that or not, all I ask is for you to treat him with a little bit of respect. Please.”

He didn’t respond verbally, opting for a simple sigh and nod as he led the two of you into the house.

Whatever devils inside you

Don't let him out tonight

I tell them it's just your culture

And everyone rolls their eyes

Yeah I know

Maybe it was a mistake bringing your parents to the Devils vs. Kings game. You had never seen Jack as rilled up as he was tonight, but you were sitting close enough to the glass to hear his opponent chirping him about his size. Jack had enough of the cheap shots, choosing to slash and rough around a little bit with the bigger man.

Your mom laughed softly as he got dragged to the penalty box. You looked up, pointing out the camera focused on Jack displayed on the jumbotron.

“People pay to watch me play!” Jack yelled, his voice slightly audible from the other side of the rink at which you were sitting.

While you and your mom giggled about the comment made by your boyfriend, your dad shook his head. “Real classy.”

You sighed, “Dad, please. It’s just hockey culture. He didn’t mean it.

He simply rolled his eyes, “I’m telling you, sweetie. A temper like that doesn’t only exist while he’s playing.” He said, crossing his arms before pulling out his phone to scroll mindlessly on it.

All I'm asking baby

Please please please don't prove em’ right

Jack threw his equipment bag into the trunk of your car, shaking the vehicle slightly as you got into the passenger seat. However, he stopped you before you could buckle in.

“Can you drive?” He mumbled, “If I get behind the wheel right now, I swear to God, I might crash it.”

You simply nodded, stepping out so he could step in. You walked around the car, seeing Jack inside the car, looking out the window into the dark, night sky. Since you didn’t lack common sense, you decided to stay quiet and let his mind run wild. Handling three straight losses isn’t easy on an athlete, especially if that athlete is Jack Hughes.

The half-hour drive back to his Hoboken apartment was mostly silent, other than the occasional sniffle from Jack, his body getting used to being warm after almost six hours at the rink.

After a few more minutes, it grew old. “You okay?”

He scoffed, “Yeah, I’m totally fine after losing, that makes total sense, Y/N.”

“Okay, no. I didn’t do anything to you, so lose the damn attitude because the only thing I’m trying to do is make you feel better.”

“Well maybe use your brain and don’t ask me stupid questions like that when you can clearly see that I’m not.” He retorted, turning his head to look at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, severely disliking his tone but ultimately too tired to snap back, resorting to a deep sigh and a quiet, “Okay, Jack.”

Pulling the car into the driveway of his apartment, you waited for him to unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car. He didn’t, rather letting out a breath and reaching over to grab your hand. “I’m sorry. You’re right, you didn’t do anything to me and I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It’s fine, Jack.” You mumbled, not meeting his gaze.

He gently cupped your face with his right hand, softly forcing you to look at him, which you reluctantly did. “It’s not fine. You’re my girlfriend and I promise you that will never happen again.”

You nodded, silently thanking him before leaning in to kiss his chapped lips.

Please please please

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Heartbreak is one thing

My egos another

I beg you don't embarrass me

Mother fucker ohhh

Please please please

‘Jack Hughes seen with beautiful lady at local Jersey bar. New girlfriend in the NHL superstars’ life?’

You read the headline, immediately throwing your phone from your vanity seat onto your bed. The tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over if you blinked. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to hold back the river that began spilling from your eyes. The mascara entering your eyes was a pleasurable burn due to it distracting you from what had caused the situation to unfold in the first place.

Was he cheating on you? Is this just another gossip site desperate for attention?

“Woah! Hey, what happened?” Jack called out, snapping you out of your spiral.

Unable to form words, you just handed him your phone, looking up at him with an expression of hurt and worry.

You watched as his eyes shifted from left to right, reading the article with furrowed eyebrows. When he was done, he let out a sigh and wiped his face then ran the same hand through his hair.

He set the phone down, squatting down to be on eye level with you. “Baby, I swear it’s not what it looks like.”

“Then what? Because to me, what it looks like is that you were getting nice and cozy with that girl.” You scoffed, trying to turn your chair away from him.

His reflexes were quick enough to stop that, not wanting the conversation to end before he had the chance to explain himself. “Listen to me. Lukey was eyeing her all night. I wanted to be a good big brother and try to set that up. That picture was just taken at a bad time, but I swear to you that’s all it was.”

“Then why the hell was her hand on your shoulder like that?” You cried out, your sobs breaking your voice.

“She did that! I took it right off immediately after, I swear. You have to believe me, Y/N. I would never even think about doing that to you.” He pleaded, not wanting everything the two of you had just because of some touchy girl at the bar.

You tried to calm yourself, wanting to stop the tears but you couldn’t. You believed him, you truly did, but just the idea of him with another woman made you sick to your stomach.

“Okay.” You eventually managed to croak out. “I believe you.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, the mascara running down your cheeks staining his white dress shirt. “I promise I will never, ever, do that to you.”

Well I have a fun idea babe

Maybe just stay inside

I know you're craving some fresh air

But the ceiling fan is so nice

“Do you have to go?” You asked, intertwining your legs with his as you lay on the couch.

He chuckled, “Yes, I do. It’s an event for kids, Y/N. I can’t miss it.”

“But it’s so nice in here! We’ve got Netflix and A/C. What more could you want?”

“Fresh air, maybe?” He said with a teasing tone, “I haven’t been out in so long, I need vitamin D.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, “Or vitamin me.” Jack gagged at your joke, pressing himself away from you as you laughed maniacally from your spot on the couch. “I’m definitely going after that awful joke.”

Once you calmed down, you groaned dramatically, tightening your grip on him, “Anything I can do to convince you to stay?”

“Maybe one thing.” He smirked, leaning up to peck at your neck and jawline. “Grow three more heads and a penis and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Not funny, Hughes.”

And we could live so happily

If no one knows that you're with me

I'm just kidding

But really (Kinda)

Really

“Can I post this?” Jack asked, crossing his arm over your waist to show you his phone.

It was a picture of the two of you sitting on the boat and smiling at each other. A cute photo, truly, but your face was on full display. Jack noticed your questioning stare, leaning up on her elbow so he could see you better.

“I don’t know, Jack. I’d rather you not.”

“Okay… can I ask why? I think it’s a cute photo.”

You let out a soft breath, “I’ve seen the comments under some of your posts. I just don’t want anyone saying anything about us.”

He nodded slowly, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why do you care so much? It’s just a bunch of fifteen-year-old girls who think they have a chance with me.”

You let out a laugh at his comment, “It’s not that I care, I just don’t think I want to put us out there. Not yet, at least.”

“Gotcha. So I can’t post you at all? Or can I do this one?” He showed you his phone again after a few swipes of his thumb, his screen displaying a picture of him Titanic-ing you on the edge of the boat. Your back was to the camera, but he had turned around to look at his brother, giving Ellen the perfect chance to capture his laughter in the image.

Smiling at the picture, you nodded, giving him the okay.

Please please please don't prove I'm right

Please please please

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Jack’s rough hands over your eyes weren’t the most pleasurable feeling. He wasn’t paying attention to his subconscious choice to press the pads of his fingers into your eyes, so you were mumbling constant, “Jack.”s the whole way to wherever he was taking you.

Why he couldn’t have just gotten a blindfold was beyond you.

After a few more steps and the familiar creak of the door, he removed his hands. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. Once you did, you saw a bunch of red, pink, and white decorations hanging in the kitchen, a small cake in the middle with little figures of you and Jack on the top of it.

You gasped softly, taking in the scene. You knew Jack was never one to go above and beyond for silly little holidays like Valentine’s Day. He knew you were a sap for celebrating anything and everything, so he figured you would like it.

Jack had turned to admire his handiwork, but by the time he turned back to you, tears were streaming down your face as an upside-down smile covered your face. He couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction.

“You aren’t supposed to cry!” He exclaimed in between short laughs.

You sniffled, “I know! But how can I not?”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you into a tight hug as he swayed you softly, your dramatic cries turning into laughs once you got over the initial shock.

“Thank you, Jack. I love it.”

He placed a soft kiss atop your head, “Anything for you, sweet girl.”

Heartbreak is one thing

My egos another

Jack stormed into your apartment, startling you from your place on the couch. You had forgotten you gave him a spare key.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, immediately standing up once you saw the look on his face.

His eyes were red, as well as the rest of his face. “Shoulder.” Was the only word he was able to get out before tears of frustration began spilling from his face.

You had never seen Jack this vulnerable, so you had no idea what to do. You guided him to the couch, gently pulling him into your arms.

He eventually calmed down, taking a few deep breaths. You didn’t give him the chance to speak before you chirped in. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Talked to the PT guy. I’m out for the season.” He explained, his voice trembling.

You let out a sympathetic sigh, “I’m so sorry, Jack.”

He shook his head, “No. I should’ve listened to you when you told me to rest it. But my dumbass ego decided to ignore you. And now look what it got me.”

“Hey. This is in no way your fault. Could you have rested? Yes. But, if the trainers didn’t believe you were fine enough you wouldn’t even have had the choice to pick.” You placed your hand on his non-injured shoulder, “You picked your team. You picked the game that you love. You went all the way until it stopped you and that is not your fault.”

Taking a minute to process your words, Jack blinked, his eyes never leaving yours. He opted to not respond, instead just leaned his body into you, wanting to be held.

“I’ve got you, my love. No matter what you have to do or how long it takes, I’m here for you every step of the way.”

“Thank you.” Was the last thing he mumbled before settling in the warmth of your chest, pushing you back onto the couch so the two of you could sleep.

I beg you don't embarrass me

Mother fucker ohhh

Please please please

“All right. Big impression number two.” Jack joked, trying to ease your nerves.

He had met your parents. Now it was time for you to meet his grandparents. You had already met Jim and Ellen, but somehow meeting their parents seemed a lot more intimidating.

Jack noticed your eyes trained on the floor, so he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, causing your gaze to shift to him.

“They’ll love you. I’ve told them how helpful you’ve been throughout this whole thing and they said they can’t wait to meet you. Just relax.” He explained, his words calming you just a bit.

One knock from the door was all it took before Ellen opened the door, immediately pulling you in for a hug. “Hi! How are you?”

You laughed at her joyful reaction, “I’m doing great, you?”

She let out a sigh, “Jim’s mother is driving me nuts. I swear, you can’t cook one meal without that woman getting involved. I love her but, jeez.” She turned her attention to her second son, “How are you, Jack? How’s the shoulder?”

“It’s getting there. As for your Nana problem, I’m sure Y/N could be a good mediator,” Jack suggested, sending you a wink as you turned to look back at him with wide eyes.

Ellen gasped, “Oh you’re right! Would you mind, Y/N?”

You hesitated, “Um. Sure, why not?”

Jack’s mom pulled you by the hand into the kitchen, Jack’s laughter fading behind you as he stepped into the warmth of the house, shutting the door behind him.

If you wanna go and be stupid

Don't do it in front of me

If you don't wanna cry to my music

Don't make me hate you prolifically

Please x9

“Goddamn it, Jack.” You mumbled to yourself, seeing his sling on the kitchen bar with a sticky note with ‘sorry! <3” on it in rushed handwriting.

He had told you he was just going to go watch his Dad and brothers golf but had a change of plans. You sighed and pulled out your phone, taking a picture of the scene in front of you and sending it to Jack.

y/n

Seriously?

jack

Whoops

You let out a grumble at his response, grabbing the sling and the keys to the golf cart before driving up to the country club.

After a few circles around the holes, you spotted Jack and his family. You stepped on the pedal, rushing to get up before Jack had a go.

“Alright, Jacky. Your go.” Quinn stated, sitting in the golf cart, ready to observe his brother’s swing.

Unfortunately for Jack, you were faster. “Jack Rowden Hughes!”

The Hughes’ men’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, especially Jack’s. They all turned around to look at you, a look in your eyes that could only be described as crazy.

You stomped over to Jack, ignoring the rest of the guys. You shoved the sling into his chest, crossing your arms immediately after.

“Jack, you can’t be golfing right now! The doctor said you have two more weeks with that thing!” You exclaimed.

Quinn spoke up, “Two weeks? Rowdy, you told us your doctor cleared you.”

Jack let out a sigh as his cover had been blown, “Just wanted to golf.” He mumbled.

You scoffed, “I’ve worked my ass off for you and this is what you do? I’ve taken care of your meds, when you’re supposed to take them, washing that thing for you because you couldn’t. Doing all the work around your house so that you wouldn’t have to and Luke could focus on finishing his rookie year, and this is what you do?”

Everyone was silent as you scolded Jack, knowing fully well you were right. You had picked up the slack around his and Luke’s shared apartment throughout his recovery, and the fact that he wanted to disregard all of that for a game of golf was disrespectful.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath, “I just wanted to get out here before summer’s over and Quinn leaves for Vancouver and Luke and I for Jersey. All I wanted was a normal summer, leave my injury at the door, you know?”

You gave him a soft smile, “I get that, but Jack. You’re almost at the point where you can do all of this, without having to worry about anything else. You’ve worked so hard and sacrificed so many things for this, don’t throw it away for something you can do in two weeks.”

“She’s right, son.” Jim spoke, “We know you love golfing, but you love hockey just as much. Don’t ruin the progress you’ve made, all right?”

Jack nodded, “Yeah. Thanks, Dad.” He shifted his attention back to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Probably light yourself on fire.” Luke chirped, gaining a laugh from all of you.

You pulled Jack into a hug, taking his hand and guiding him to sit next to his brother.

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EN vs CN: Wildlight Chronicles Event (Caleb)

While the English translation of LADS content is definitely wayyy better than in MLQC, there are certain translations that I felt could have captured the original Chinese version more accurately. Let's have a look at some of the major translation differences in the Wildlight Chronicles Event:

1. Caleb's "Maturity"?

[ EN Version ]

Caleb: You're making me sound like a beanstalk in a fairytale. MC: Were you worried about not being taller than me? After all, it might make you seem less mature to me. Caleb: Was there ever a time you thought I was mature?

[ CN Version ]

Caleb: You make me sound like a spring bamboo shoot. [说得我像一根春笋。] MC: Back then, were you ever worried that you'd never be much taller than me and lose your dignity as a big bro? [你那段时间有没有担心过以后都不比我高多少，失去当哥的威严？] Caleb: When have I ever had the dignity as a big bro in front of you? [在你面前，我什么时候有过当哥的威严？]

The EN translation likely used "beanstalk" instead of "spring bamboo shoot" as the former is more common in a Western context, but this is just a small point.

The more significant difference is that the word "威严", which carries the idea of being dignified, stately, imposing and stern (think of the majestic aura exuded by royalty), is simplified to "maturity", which has a completely different word in Chinese (成熟). And as usual, the EN translation had to censor the reference to Caleb being a "brother" to MC 😂

2. Caleb's Retirement Plans

[ EN Version ]

MC: Caleb, you can be a farmer when you retire! Caleb: Workin' as a tutor, chef, and handyman... You already planned out my retirement. I'll be busy even as an old man.

[ CN Version ]

MC: Caleb, you might actually become an outstanding farm owner after retirement! [夏以昼，你退休以后说不定能成为一个出色的农场主！] Caleb: If I add this to what you said earlier about me becoming a tutor, chef, and handyman, you have already filled my post-retirement plans to the brim. [加上你之前说的家教，厨师和修理工，我退休后的规划已经被你安排的满满当当了。]

I find that the extra adjectives used in the CN version (e.g. "outstanding", "filled to the brim" injects more colour and vividness into their dialogue.

As a side-note, wouldn't you agree that the best post-retirement plan that Caleb could have is being a doting grandfather?

3. Casey's Chinese Name

[ EN Version ]

Caleb: The campsite manager said he named him Casey because the name's derived from a word that means "vigilant". Casey's always on top of everything, even catchin' field mice.

[ CN Version ]

Caleb: The boss of the campsite said that he gave Kuan Kuan its name because of how it oversees the wide field and can catch field mice. [露营地老板说，因为宽宽管得太宽会捉田鼠，所以才给它取了这个名字。]

Just a slice of trivia that Casey's name in Chinese is 宽宽 (Kuan Kuan), which literally translates to "broad broad" / "wide wide".

4. Caleb's Retirement Plans

[ EN Version ]

Caleb: I bought them because they're beautiful. also, beautiful flowers are meant for someone special.

[ CN Version ]

Caleb: Because they look very nice. And also because nice flowers are meant to be given to the person one likes. [因为它很好看。也因为好看的花要送给喜欢的人。]

To me, the phrase "the person one likes" comes across more intimate and direct (which is in line with Caleb's nature) than simply saying "someone special".

5. Bad and Good Results

[ EN Version ]

Caleb: There will always be a result. MC: What if none of them bloom? Will that still count as a result? Caleb: Yes, even if it's not what we're hoping for. Caleb: Regardless of whether the flowers bloom or not, they're the flowers we cultivated, protected and watched over together. Caleb: Even if none of them blossom, we can take what we've learned and plant new ones. Caleb: As long as you're willing to keep trying, our flowers will bloom someday.

[ CN Version ]

Caleb: Our flowers will bear results. [我们的花不会没有结果。] MC: A bad result where the flowers don't bloom also counts as a result? [开不出花的坏结果也算结果？] Caleb: Of course a bad result is also counted as a result. [坏结果当然也算结果。] Caleb: Regardless of whether it's a good or bad result, those flowers were cultivated by the both of us, protected by the both of us, and accompanied by the both of us. [但无论好与坏，都是我们一起耕耘，一起守护，一起陪伴过的花。] Caleb: Even if the flowers don't bloom this time round, we can carry this experience when planting the next round of flowers. [即便这一次没有开出花来，我们也可以带着经验去种下一次的花。] Caleb: As long as you're willing to keep trying, there will definitely be a time when our flowers bloom. [只要你还愿意继续��试，我们总会迎来一次花开的。]

The CN version brings out Caleb's mindset towards results more clearly, where he sees purpose in the pursuit of something regardless of whether it ends badly or well.

Sprinkling in a little analysis: This dialogue is clearly layered, where you can replace the word "flowers" with "relationship" and it would be an accurate description of their pre-relationship dynamic. Caleb's tender care in cultivating the flowers, his patience in waiting for the flowers to bloom, having no expectations that the flowers would bloom (as we can tell by how shocked he was when the flowers actually bloomed), and him simply being content with being by MC's side is a mirror of what he has been going through so far with MC.

I also find it interesting that Caleb's says that the flowers will bloom someday "as long as you're willing to keep trying" instead of "we", and I'm glad that the EN version captured this accurately. Just like in his previous dates where Caleb holds himself back like the yearner he is, we once again see Caleb giving MC the space to take the initiative to make their relationship blossom. And she finally does that in the Floating Floraletter date ( ´ з `)🍎

6. The Little Assistant

[ EN Version ]

Caleb: It doesn't matter what role you pick after you retire. You'll still need your trusty assistant.

[ CN Version ]

Caleb: It looks like no matter whether I become a farm owner or handyman after retirement, I can't do without my specially hired little assistant. [看来退休以后无论是做农场主还是作修理工，都不能没有特聘小助理。]

This was unfortunately a mistranslation which changes the way this line is interpreted.

The official translation could be interpreted as Caleb wanting to become MC's trusty assistance regardless of what post-retirement hustle MC decides to take up.

However, in the original Chinese version, Caleb was actually referring to his own post-retirement plans and how MC is indispensable in his future.

⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ That's all for now! Thanks for reading and I hope you found this interesting HAHA

❀ Masterlist

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #lads caleb

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