#I’ll give you a hint: I already said the full title

[revengeraven]

They don’t know I’ve got guys on every corner

[mari-lair]

your posts about this newest chapter are so real because it disappointed me so much.

It was way too lighthearted and just seemed like a huge joke. I was expecting the trial to have suspense where you can really feel for the characters and wonder what will happen next, but it just ended up being comedic. It was funny, I’ll give it that, but I really really wanted some angst.

This may just be me, but Teru felt so out of canon to me. I can understand him putting on that “flawless student council” mask but it feels odd considering he is around mostly supernaturals. He is shown to be very intelligent and considering he is an exorcist and they are school mysteries why tf would that “look at how beautiful I am I could never” argument work. It was funny, sure, but just seemed out of canon for him.

Akane felt a little out of canon too to me? Probably not but he seemed to fully accept his role as a judge with little to no guilt at all. We don’t really get him looking guiltily at Teru or feeling frustrated, he’s just kind of there. Probably because (as always) the story focused on Hanako, Yashiro, and Tsukasa.

NOW UGHH TSUKASA IS SO FAVORITED ITS PAINFUL. You’re telling me after all that suspense around the clock keepers he takes them out in TWO PANELS. The clock keepers seem like a fucking joke in this chapter instead of the powerful mysterious beings they have shown to be previously.

Overall I expected something much more satisfying and I hope next chapter will be a little better because the last chapter got me so excited for nothing.

just my opinion though, I know some people enjoyed this chapter and that’s totally ok! just not my personal favorite

That's a mood ya-rr-ow. Big mood.

Many people enjoyed the chapter, and I'm happy for them, but I was also majorly disappointed so I'll talk about what you mentioned here and add some other things.

(I will just focus on the negatives here so if you're feeling hyped about the chapter. I am sorry, I wouldn't recommend reading this)

Okay let's go

Chapter 108 went out of its way to create a tense atmosphere, it was mostly a set up and hype piece for the trial.

Mirai was a beast, but Akane was the one that really set up the tone. He had the power to make Teru harmless, which only hyped up the other clock keepers since he is the lowest ranking keeper. Mirai and Kako's supposed power was said to be dangerous enough to make Akane, who hates supernaturals and is so firm in his beliefs, feel cornered, switch sides to 'do his duties', his vague words hinting that there is more to this trial than it seems on the surface.

So I don't think we were being delusional to expect this trial to be dramatic. To have angst. Or at least, character dept. To be important.

But despite the trial being the title, the spotlight, we got none of it: Not only is the trial treated as a joke, which I already don't vibe with considering how tense the atmosphere in chapter 108 is. It is an empty joke.

It doesn't teach us anything about the characters, it doesn't give any new information. Nothing.

Hanako's trial was a gag. He isn't even my priority character, but considering how he have the title of 'leader of the mysteries' and had been put on trial before for the Yorishiro's destruction, it is a baffling choice to make Kako not mention this big BIG crime when judging him.

Nene's trial 'revealed' she likes Hanako and want to confess to him. Which she has been doing this whole manga.

We could talk about her time crimes (every time travel that made her meet Amane), try to bargain her lifespan since this is the main conflict in the story and they are talking to the keepers of time. They could talk about her crime of helping to destroy the yorishiros with Hanako, or just acknowledge she is still a threat since she is the Kannagi, the only one capable of ripping their yorishiro in the first place. But no, those are stupid, let's spend 4 full pages of a monthly manga to tease a confession she already did in the very previous chapter.

Teru revealed he has some craving for destruction on him. Which surprise, surprise! It also isn't new information! How nice!

( I talked about his love for the idea of destruction and how it's almost an escapism recently, here you go if you're curious)

About Teru and Akane's acting weird. That's not them being ooc, that's Aidairo making a narrative choice to not take anything serious, including his own characters. Everyone is acting like themselves, and nothing contradicts what has been established about their personalities, but their competence has been drastically downgraded to move the plot quickly.

Teru has the bad habit of becoming pathetic when he has strong feelings, like locking himself in his room and hiding under the covers after his fight with Kou, immediately hitting Akane's stab wound when he is too late to rescue aoi cause the situation stressed him. So it is in character that he wants to kill Akane, who has always been his stress relief.

However, because Teru takes things so personally, and it was stablished in chapter 108 that Teru is way more bothered by Akane's betrayal than being in a court of law, it makes no sense that he treat it as a normal court instead of using his very obvious alibi that he couldn't destroy the clock because he was with Akane. Teru doesn't turn this court into the confrontation that would bring attention to their split up, doesn't go "Are you doing to deny my alibi now?? betray me again??" or question "So? We are here! Why did it had to be now??" or anything that builds up on the last chapter to expand it.

Cause Aidairo decided the court doesn't matter. The build up doesn't matter. Once more, the consequences are an afterthought. We don't need the answers to anything.

Akane is still guilty, he can't look at Teru in the eye, can't defend him, but he goes "!!!" when Teru finally calls for him, paying full attention.

But this is comedic. And as i mentioned above, Teru doesn't say anything useful, anything with more depth than what we already know: that he is angry by Akane's betrayal and hasn't forgiven him.

We TRULY are given nothing in this trial.

Which is insane, cause even the promo art had details to build intrigue, a vague idea that while the chapter would be comedic in nature, it would explain more about the clock keepers, or at least expand on their boundaries.

Like, what are those numbers on the scale? will they be judged by year? Will a lie make their time be stolen? oooh what could it be! Can't wait for the chapter!

And the chapter comes, and there is nothing. The whole trial feels like filler. They treated the audience as a fool for being excited.

That's why this big twist at the end? I don't care.

As you said Tsukasa is overpowered, they are Aidairo's golden child. And they will break established lore rules and make a joke out of everyone else just cause he can.

It's not just Teru and Akane who were nerfed to make the plot move faster, not allowed to have any proper focus. The clock keepers were also a joke, acting 'in character' but more incompetent than they have been stablished to be.

Tsukasa op moment doesn't make me go "wow he is so cool" it made me look at the clock keepers and go "You are all are stupid"

Cause Tsukasa has the judgment seal?? And he was already sentenced as guilty??? There are three clock keepers in the room too? So why not... you know... restrict him again...?

The clock keepers is a school rumor that was introduced all the way back in chapter 23. Like you said they are supposed to be super op! They are a mystery so hyped up that just Mirai's power (who isn't the strongest keeper) can throw the intire school into chaos in the Near Shore, where supernaturals are debuffed.

Even before Tsukasa attacked he made the clock keepers act incompetent, to make him look more mysterious and cool in comparison.

These very old and supposedly op school mysteries know Yugi Amane is Hanako, but they don't know who Amane's twin brother 'Tsukasa' is, they also don't refer to him as a yorishiro despite the seal being in his face, and use titles for every other character (Leader of the school mysteries. Kannagi. Student Body Representative)

Which might look like a small thing, silly nitpick, but it shows the favoritism isn't just for a twist. Aidairo naturally likes Tsukasa more than his own narrative, and is willing to make others be less competent for the sake of it.

I don't think Kako will die. That would objectively be bad writing at this point. He'll probably be back in the next chap, a la "teru got fucked up by No.6" and "Akane got stabbed by Aoi but he lives bitch" or even "i always had a ton of clones, like Mei of the art room" but it is still disappointing to see him and Mirai get fucked up in their own boundary after all the hype they have accumulated through the story.

There is a hint Akane can be a yorishiro at the end of the chapter, and that is cool, genuinely really cool, but I am tired of getting excited over possibilities and 'promises for the future'. I want something concrete.

Speaking of which, I don't think Akane will die. This is just another bait to keep reading like when No.6 slashed Teru, Kou, and Akane and we didn't get any answers for a few months before 'oh well nothing happened :) no consequences to be had here folks!'

"But Tsukasa has always killed everyone that he pulled the heart of! there is Mitsuba, and The puffer fish of the mermaid, and the previous No.3 (the bird)" And to that I say I trust Akane's ability to say fuck to fate.

My boy gets new death flags every year, he collects them like pokemon cards, you all should have gotten used to it.

He also survived his bae stabbing him, this isn't new. Sucks to be Tsukasa and die by a stab in the gut and all but Akane is built differently (quite literally with two bodies).

He is also in his own boundary, so if Aoi doesn't kill him while in the territory of another mystery, but he dies in No.1's boundary I will... idk probably just sigh.

In short, Aidairo treated this as joke, so I will treat their cliffhanger as one too. Give me reasons to care in chapter 110. Cause at the moment? I don't.

[decadentpandawasteland]

A continuation of my Damien and Rost series, which currently just has a working title of Revenge. It's been a fun thing to work out, as unlike most of my writing, I actually have a vague plan of where I want it to go.

As always, feel free to give me any feedback, and thank you for reading :)

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“Did you ever want to do something different, sir?” The boy barely old enough to be called a man asked, his wide brimmed hat flopped as he bent down to organize books on the shelf.

“Why in the world would I have wanted to do something different?” The ancient man asked. His robes billowed as he reached up and grabbed a book. He glanced through a few pages of text before placing it down on the desk in the middle of the room. “I have riches, influence, and power. All three of which will be yours when your training is done. Of course, it would only be as long as you listen and not ask ridiculous questions like that Nicolas.”

“I’m sorry, Master Quin, I just worry about-” Nicolas said, before Master Quin cut him off.

“Enough of this silliness. Have you found it yet?” He asked, his words carrying a finality to them.

“No sir, nothing yet.” Nicolas responded.

The two men searched for the text as Nicolas thought about his mentor. Quite frankly, Master Quin was a difficult and frustrating individual to be mentored by. The man always gave varying and vague answers to questions, or even avoided answering them at all. He was pompous and by every metric, a gigantic asshole. He was, however, one of the greatest and most powerful sorcerers in the entire kingdom. The only ones that ever seemed to come close to defeating him have been those of The Brood and they slowly seemed to be closing that gap. Master Quin however had heard of a lead, something that he hoped would allow him to fight The Brood and keep his slowly slipping lead in power against them.

The two men searched through the books. Texts of alchemy, biomancy, pyromancy, astral magic, even full bestiaries, but nothing on The Brood. Some of the texts were kept, put on the table, while others were put back.

“Sir, what exactly are we looking for? I see you kept some of the bestiaries and the books on astral magic. Does it have to do with something like that?” Nicolas asked, his hat covering his eyes in shadow.

With a frustrated breath out, Master Quin let out a sigh. “As I’ve told you before Nicolas, we’re looking for anything that could be used against The Brood. The books on astral magic are always welcome as even someone with my caliber of mana control still has difficulty with the more complex spells. If someone happens to be lucky enough to offer any tips I haven’t already thought of myself, well, I’m not a fool to think twice about using them.”

“What about the bestiaries?” Nicolas asked, ignoring the fact that his master had in fact, not, said anything about what they were looking for before.

Master Quin let out another sigh, pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Why must you ask such simple questions? Am I truly that much of a failure as your teacher that you can’t infer any information? Fine. This one time I’ll give you a hint. What is The Brood most well known for?”

Nicolas thought about it for a minute. According to rumors, The Brood had originated out of a forest to the south. It was said the founder, someone just referred to as Bastard, had stumbled across a dragon’s egg while exploring an ancient cave system. All that anyone has seen from the group after that has been mass destruction. Entire villages burnt to the ground, caravans carried off into the sky by a creature with leathery wings, and the brutal killing of anyone that crossed them. They had taken control of the villages and small towns in every way but name, as they extorted from the local power players. The cruelest offense that he was aware of, though, was their use of the townspeople against themselves. He wasn’t sure what their method was, but either through threats, bribery, or some other way, The Brood had convinced the own population to spy on themselves. It was the kind of thing that scared Nicolas to his core. He couldn’t imagine the stress of having to watch any stray statements that could get himself killed.

Master Quin looked expectantly at the young man before he replied, “The dragon, sir. It’s their entire backing of force, at least at the beginning. Now, I assume it to act as more of a rallying point for their forces and morale as a whole. You take that out, and the group falls apart.”

[pa-stella]

Sleepy prompt 33 with Hitojaku please?

Title: Sleeping at last Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Jakurai/Hitoya Prompt: “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night.  Or if you went to bed, for that matter.” Content: Established relationship, long-distance relationship.

Papers were scattered all over his desk. The wooden surface was covered in documents, photographs and old letters. The solution, the right tactic to win that case was in front of his eyes and yet Hitoya was struggling to see it. Something was missing. That clue, that detail… the definitive evidence that could help his client. He had spent the last few days trying to weave a perfect strategy with no avail. 

Sighing, Hitoya took a sip from the glass full of whiskey and leaned on the back of the chair.

The loud sound of his phone ringing broke that instant of quiet. He looked at the name on the display before answering. As he opened his mouth to greet his partner, noisy laughter almost deafened him.

“Sensei, are you calling your secret lover??”

“Hifumi! Respect Sensei’s privacy and wait inside!”

“But I’m just…”

A door closing was all Hitoya could hear until Jakurai finally spoke. “I apologise. Hifumi-kun is always so energetic.”

“Nosy, you mean.” 

“Curious is a more fitting word.” Jakurai chuckled. “You should see the banquet he had prepared. He could feed a small village with those delicious dishes.”

“Well, it’s your birthday. You deserve an entire feast, Jakurai.” 

There was a moment of silence between them. Hitoya could feel the smile disappearing from Jakurai’s face.

“Hitoya…”

“I’m sorry for not being there.” Hitoya blurted out, his grip on the glass getting a little tighter. “It’s an important day and I should be there.”

Jakurai took a deep breath before speaking. “Hitoya, I didn’t call you to make you feel miserable. I just wanted to check on you.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you called me today at lunch, you sounded so tired and right now you don’t seem that different.” Jakurai’s voice was distant for a second, a sign he had moved his phone to the other ear. “I understand that it’s essential to close the case you’re working on as soon as possible, but you should focus on your health as well. Have you eaten a proper meal today?”

Taking another sip of whiskey, Hitoya eyed the half eaten dinner left on the desk. “Yes, don’t worry.”

An exasperated sigh came from the other line. Jakurai wasn’t believing him. “Promise me you’ll at least go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight.” His tone was calm, but there was a hint of threat hidden in his words.

“What if I won’t?” Hitoya asked after stifling a yawn. 

Jakurai replied without hesitation. “I’ll come down there and force you to sleep.”

The lawyer let out a tired laughter. “In that case, I’ll give you my present when you come here instead of shipping it.”

“Hitoya.” Another sigh. “The only gift I need is to know that you won’t pull another all-nighter for this case.”

“I…” Hitoya hesitated. He didn’t want to make him worry even more, but lying wasn’t the right thing to do. He wasn’t a good liar anyway. “I can’t promise you that.”

“The case will be easier to face after a night of sle-”

“Your friends are waiting for you, Jakurai. You shouldn’t be on the phone right now.” He interrupted him, trying to escape from yet another advice.

“Fine.” Jakurai’s voice told him they were just pausing that discussion. They’d pick it up  another time. “I’ll send you some pictures of what Hifumi had prepared, ok?”

“Yes, thank you. I can’t wait to see them.” 

A new moment of silence. It was clear Jakurai would have wanted to add something, instead he just whispered a few words. “Good night, Hitoya.”

“Good night and… don’t worry.” He added, already focusing on the papers in front of him.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible.” was the last thing the doctor said before hanging up.

Hitoya was feeling bad for what had just happened. He knew Jakurai was right. He knew he should take a break and think about something else. But still, there was something preventing him from letting go yet. He was sure he was almost there. The solution was close.

Finishing his whiskey in one last sip, he tried to ignore the growing headache and took the nearest document in his hands.

It was almost 9 in the morning when Hitoya finally closed his laptop. The papers he fought with for the entire night were now divided in messy stacks. He might have avoided his bed again, but at least he had been able to create a solid argument for his client. On Monday, he’d just check what he had written one more time and then they could discuss it calmly.

He was moving to the kitchen to put the used glass and cups in the sink when an unexpected ring at the doorbell startled him. It was Saturday morning. The postman usually came every Tuesday. He wasn’t expecting guests. He had warned both Jyushi and Kuko to leave him alone for a few days too. 

Curious, he looked at the intercom screen and almost cursed when he recognized the person waiting to enter the building. He closed his eyes. Maybe he was just too tired and that was a hallucination. He opened them. No. He was still there. Shit. Pushing the button of the main entrance, Hitoya sighed. After opening the door a little, he crossed his arms and waited. He could hear the sound of footsteps. It was still hard to believe he was in Nagoya.

“May I come in?” A deep voice asked.

“What are you, a vampire? Stop asking dumb questions.” Hitoya sighed again and finally walked back to the living room.

“I see you are in a good mood.” 

The lawyer glared at Jakurai as he was taking his shoes off. “Well, I don’t like it when people invite themselves to my home.”

“You didn’t sound that reluctant when I told you I’d come over.” Jakurai chuckled and left a grocery bag on the floor before taking off his coat.

“You came here even before knowing if I actually slept or not. How pretentious.” Hitoya sat down on the leather sofa.

At that, the smile disappeared from Jakurai’s face. He got closer to the other man and tilted his head. “Then… Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night.  Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”

Hitoya stared right at him for a few seconds before moving his eyes away, suddenly in need of a cigarette. He grabbed the packet on the coffee table without replying.

“I knew it.” Jakurai let out a small laughter and lowered a little to place a kiss on the other’s forehead. As he was straightening up, he glanced at the desk. “Was it worth it?”

“Yes, I found what I was searching for.” Hitoya nodded. “Next week I’ll be able to proceed with��” He was trying to light the cigarette in his hands, but Jakurai just took it away. 

“Smoking can wait.” 

“Jakurai, c’mon…”

“Now you just need a long shower and a bed.” Jakurai explained and he forced him to stand up from the sofa. “I’ll wake you up for lunch.”

Letting himself be dragged to the bathroom, Hitoya yawned. “You are just like my mother. No, wait… you’re worse.”

“Of course I am.” Jakurai nodded and looked at him. “I am a doctor.”

“I didn’t know you made house calls, Sensei.” Hitoya joked, starting to get undressed. “This visit is going to cost me a kidney.”

As he was closing the door to leave Hitoya his privacy, Jakurai murmured. “Yesterday you mentioned a gift. That will cover the expense.”

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#5

I’m honestly still processing the video and the song, but the first coherent thought that came into my head was whether there was a red pill/blue pill reference.

The terms "red pill" and "blue pill" refer to a choice between the willingness to learn a potentially unsettling or life-changing truth by taking the red pill or remaining in contented ignorance with the blue pill. The terms refer to a scene in the 1999 film The Matrix.

939 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

#4

My Policeman Screening - Part 1

Let me start by saying these are comments from a friend who attended tonight’s screening. I haven’t seen the film. I’m just going to give you their commentary as they gave it to me. This is their initial message to me when the came out of the theater:

The movie just finished. IT’S FUCKING GORGEOUS I’m like shaking, it was so beautiful. I’m SO PROUD!! That’s what a performance with a competent director and supportive costars looks like, holy shit!!!

And DAVID FUCKING DAWSON!! EMMA!! And they kept Julia 😭😭😭

Just know I heard people being asked by staff what they thought and EVERYONE around me said EXCELLENT.

This is LONG. So long I have to split it into at least two posts. I’ll put everything under the cut for those who don’t want to see spoilers. And when I say spoilers, I mean it. This is pretty much scene by scene.

Harry gets the first billing on his own. So it opens on a beautiful shot of the water then it his name and then the title of the movie. 🥺🥺🥺 A true leading man!! I was already so proud to see that. Then everyone else gets billing during the opening shots of Patrick arriving.

Okay, from what I can remember in order: It opens with the older Tom and Marion at their home just as Patrick is being brought in from his assisted living facility. Older Tom immediately takes their dog out for a walk while Marion adjusts everything for Patrick in his new room.

She places a picture of her and Tom from their wedding day on a dresser facing the bed so Patrick sees it when he first lies down. Cue the first scream from these girls in the audience who would not stop their constant talking and  giggling because we saw a picture of Harry and Emma posed. 🙄🙄🙄

So it does begin with the older versions of the three. The difference from the book is that Marion is not writing a letter. A box of Patrick’s old things gets delivered and his diary is included. So she actually finds the diary and that’s what initiates a lot of the flashback sequences.

Tom is off walking the dog, Marion is trying to make Patrick comfortable. And then the first flashback is the scene on the beach with where Harry was wearing the blue shorts and vest.

Marion is sitting with Sylvie when Tom comes over. Sylvie’s part is drastically cut from the novel, so you don’t see her getting pregnant or married. She doesn’t tell Marion (or hint rather) that he’s gay like she does in the novel. You only see her in that opening scene to introduce the younger selves and then she teases Marion and tells Tom she doesn’t know how to swim.

Then Sylvie runs off with her boyfriend but we never see her again, she’s just referenced one other time.

They changed this bit from the novel too. Tom tells Marion he’ll teach her but he takes her to a public swimming pool full of families. So it’s a very cute and light scene with up tempo 50s music included. There’s a brief slow mo shot of Tom swimming and Marion being infatuated of course, to imply she’s already falling for him. The parents from the novel are cut too, no scenes with them. When Marion and Tom meet on the beach, he tells her there he just got back from the service and he’s already a Policeman. And she’s already a teacher.

Like the novel, they get to know each other by the swimming lessons and Tom says she must love books if she’s a teacher. He asks her if she knows about Art, she says a bit and there’s a sweet scene where she takes him to a library and they just sit in silence while he’s earnestly reading about an artist he found out about.

He asks her if he’d like to go to a museum since he knows someone that she can talk to about art. Enter younger Patrick.

And omg…when I tell you David Dawson was perfect. EVERYONE was perfect, especially the younger trio. But when I tell you the younger three has the BEST chemistry. And David instantly captivated me. What a presence!

So this is where Tom introduces Marion and Patrick for the first time.

Patrick asks if they would like to attend a play and Marion says sure. But as they’re walking out, Marion says something about attending (I didn’t catch it) but Tom says they can decline Patrick’s offer if she really doesn’t want to go. Marion says no, they should go since she doesn’t want to hurt Patrick’s feelings.

So this is when they go on their first outing as a group. And omg, they’re all so lovely together. If I didn’t know what was coming, I could’ve just watched them be silly as sing together while in a bar. David and Emma both have BEAUTIFUL voices!!

There’s a montage of the three in a bar, then driving together into the countryside for a picnic. Harry sings along with them but (and maybe this was a deliberate decision by the filmmakers) but you hear David and Emma’s voices over his. This montage of their outings is when you start to see the dynamic play out. In the theater, they sit MARION, PATRICK, TOM In the bar, Tom and Patrick grab each other to sign before Marion joins them. In the car going into the country, she’s sitting in the back while Patrick is driving and Tom is sitting up from with him 😭😭😭

Between the younger flashbacks, it did go back to the present. Older Tom stays away from older Patrick completely. Older Marion gives older Patrick his bath/meals/pills and reads his diary (unbeknownst to him).

As in the novel, older Patrick’s his mobility and speech are severely impaired. Rupert Everett gave a wonderful but heartbreaking performance.

The first entry Marion reads is the night Tom went to Patrick’s apartment to have his portrait drawn. So this differed from the novel too!

Those photos we got of Harry in costume with a bag and smoking a cigarette sitting on the beach happen right before he goes to Patrick’s apartment for the drawing session. His uniform is in the bag and, like the novel, he tells Patrick he brought it in case he wants him to wear it for the portrait. Patrick says yes, tells him to change they start.

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1,226 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#3

https://twitter.com/lexceloml/status/1566853990880509955?s=21&t=fVgCXpnnUnQzTDqniAGLbQ

In the video of him sitting down and ignoring Olivia, Harry appears to spit on Chris Pine? literally where is the behind the scenes tell-all

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He clearly doesn’t spit. But it looks like he coughed and something landed on Chris. 😬

1,301 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#2

I think every larrie everywhere is the person screaming “What the fuck?!?!?!” in this video. 😅😅😅

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1,456 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You're not embarrassed being an old woman and being in tumblr? I would rather die that my grannies have an actual account on tumblr for celebrities rho

Why would I be embarrassed for having interests I enjoy? My guess is that you’re really, really young. And that maybe you don’t actually have solid relationships with adults who have lives outside of parenting or work. But I hope for you that when you’re my age you have hobbies that bring you happiness. And that by that point you realize that trying to shame someone for being an adult only makes you look too immature to be in adult spaces, which Tumblr is.

When I was 20, I loved music, making art, writing and reading good stories, fashion, talking about popular culture, making friends, going to concerts… You’d be surprised how little changes when you’re my age. I just have way more money and time to enjoy those things now. I’m only 55. I’m not dead. I’m also not a “granny”, but even if I was, I’d probably still like all of those things.

Ageism isn’t cute, love. And I sure don’t ever see people telling men they shouldn’t go to football games or have their little “fantasy football leagues” or wear their favorite player’s merch. For every comment you guys like to say is misogynistic (but isn’t), this is one that really reeks of it.

16,126 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

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[racingliners]

It's been a few days since the WIP title game, BUT can you post your favourite and/or most recent snippet of Life In The Fast Lane? And sorry if you've already explained this, but what made you decide to go from rpf to original fiction? :)

Thanks so much!! And I don't think I actually have explained in full why I made the re-write of LITFL an original work, so we'll start with that!

So the short answer that I put on the fic notes is that I stopped writing rpf, which I kind of used as a catch all because there's actually a whole bunch of reasons as to why I decided to make the switch.

The main one being that I genuinely struggle to write rpf these days, I was originally going to re-write LITFL back in 2018 (the first chapter of that is still up on my ao3), but it was no where near as planned out as what my current one is, so it just kind of fizzled out and I just sort of stopped writing rpf a few months later. I can still read rpf, I just have so many mental roadblocks when I go to write something so I figured going down a full OC route would be better for me in the long run.

I also found it difficult when writing LITFL the first time round to weave the narrative around what was going on in F1 at the time, especially in terms of race results, as well as keeping things as accurate as possible in terms of on track and off track "canon", so that combined with all the character shuffling I wanted to do made me feel like that starting with a completely clean slate would be better.

And while it was a lot of work, making up full season results was an awful lot of fun! On the whole, I've definitely enjoyed the creative freedom of working in my own little universe as opposed to giving myself constant headaches about irl F1 accuracy (I've tried to imply as much as possible that my re-write is set in the distant future, I just started it off in 2023 because nothing else felt like a real year 😅).

Obviously I do still want the two works to feel similar enough that you can see where the inspiration came from, which was why I decided to keep all the current teams in the re-write (apart from swapping Sauber out for Audi, which as I said in the Change In Colour ask was for plot reasons).

And as for a snippet, I genuinely cannot pick a favourite because there's lots of little bits that I really like and am proud of, so the below excerpt is from the next chapter (first draft isn't done yet, so it may change a bit when it's posted).

“So we land in Singapore at just after 4pm local time which is…” Sophie paused to quickly do the maths in her head. “8am back home.” “Correct.” Richard nodded, picking up his cutlery. Another perk of flying in first class meant being able to have their meals whenever they wanted. Sophie had opted for asparagus soup while Richard had ordered sea bass. “So if we wake up one or two hours before we land, it’s basically like having an early start,” He paused to let out a long, content hum after his first forkful of food. “Your Mum better not upgrade us all the time, I’ll get used to it very quickly.” Sophie laughed at the thought of her humble press officer going all snobby as she spread a pat of butter on her sliced dinner roll. “Speaking of the finer things, can I not get one hint about where you’re taking us tomorrow?” Sophie pleaded with a small smirk. “Again, I want it all to be a surprise,” Richard pointed at her with the tip of his knife. “You are unbelievably stubborn.” “Well I’m a racing driver what do you expect?” Sophie retorted with a small shrug. At that Richard let out a light chuckle and shook his head as he returned his attention to his dinner. She knew that Richard wasn’t going to let on about the trip, she had just wanted to crack a smile out of him for the first time all day.

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[holylulusworld]

Feral Love

Title: Feral Love

Square filled for @afgomegaversebingo​​: Coitus Interruptus

Summary: He wants only you...

Pairing: Alpha!Soldier Boy x Omega!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: language, angst, a/b/o, light smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, overprotective alpha, possessive alpha, true mates, a hint of breeding kink, fluff, violence

A/N: Please consider I don’t write canon for Soldier Boy most of the time.   

Words: 1,9 k

<< Part 1

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“Fuck, alpha,” you claw at the silky sheets, desperate to hold tight onto something. Your nails rip them into shreds, as you are too lost in the pleasure Soldier Boy presses out of you. “Please.”

“You can take it, omega,” he purrs in your ear. His voice is gentle, but his hips mercilessly slam into your ass. He already starts to swell deep within you, which indicates his release is close. “Just a bit more and you can rest. I need to fill you up again.”

“Alpha,” your orgasm holds your body in a chokehold. You can’t think, speak, or even breathe right. All you can do is drown in the pleasure. Not only from his cock filling you so perfectly but the bond connecting you and the alpha. “…”

“So good for me,” you whimper at his praise. “My perfect omega, mine. I’m going to fill you with my pups and keep you here on your nest. Safe and always full of me.”

“I—” you’d like to protest and tell him you still got a job and important work to do. But the ugly truth is, you were a mere tool to Vought. They sacrificed you so easily that you can barely look your colleagues in the eyes anymore.

Not that your alpha would’ve given them the chance to get anywhere near you. He growls like a feral wolf at anyone daring to look your way. Especially the people leaving you alone at the lab.

“Mine, I gotta fill you—” he grunts as someone dares to knock at the door. “Get away.” Soldier Boy still rocks his hips, desperate to knot you, but the person outside of your shared apartment just doesn’t get it. “I’ll kill you.”

“Soldier Boy, it’s time,” the annoying voice of his personal assistant, or rather the babysitter Vought insisted on hiring calls for your alpha. “We got this interview, and you need to come with me now.”

“’mega, just a minute,” he pecks your neck, lips lingering on the mark he left a few months ago. “I’ll teach that brat a lesson. They can’t stop me from mating my omega.”

“Alpha,” whimpering you feel him slip out of you. Your orgasm was good, but your body is craving his knot. “Please.”

“Soon, Y/N.”

Stark naked your alpha storms toward the door to rip it open. He glares down at his assistant, face contorted in pure rage. “What did you not get? I told Vought I need the week off to breed my omega. Get the fuck out of my sight before I rip your head off.”

“I-I,” eyes glued to his prominent erection the poor girl whimpers as your alpha keeps on barking at her. He’s impressive and scary sight. His chest heaves up and down, and there is spit running down his chin while he’s speaking. At least he cut his hair and trimmed his beard or he would look more like a feral animal than a man. “I’m sorry. They said you must attend the press conference.”

“You are my assistant,” he huffs. “Go and tell them I’m busy. If anyone ever stops me from knotting my omega again, they will die slow and painful.”

The door ends up in her face. Soldier Boy turns back around to stalk toward the bed. “Y/N, mine…”

“Yours,” you wiggle your ass and press your face in the cushions to present for your alpha. He’s a bit old-fashioned sometimes and in times like these, the only way to calm him is for you to fully submit to him. “Sweetheart.”

“SB,” you smirk into the cushions. “Why don’t you come over here and give me that knot? I need my alpha to finish what he started.”

“You’ll get it,” he smirks darkly when you impatiently wiggle your ass. “Just wait for—for fuck’s sake.” He barks as someone knocks at his door again. “Guess they want me to kill them, Y/N. Just another minute.”

“Aw,” you roll to your side to cover your modesty as you hear Homelander’s voice outside of the apartment. “Not him again. He’s so…”

“I know…”

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“You let us wait. Again, I may add,” Stan Edgar sneers as Soldier Boy finally makes his way toward the rest of the seven. “We had a deal.”

“That we have,” Soldier Boy shrugs. “The deal we have includes leaving me alone when I’m about to mate my omega and to keep anyone away from her.”

“You got what you wanted. The doctor is all yours to use, breed, and throw away when you get bored,” your alpha narrows his eyes at Edgar’s words. His hands twitch, and he’s about to lose control. “Now do your job.”

“I did my job for months. All I was asking for is to leave me alone outside of missions,” he squares his jaw. “If you ever mention my omega again. If you only think about her.” Soldier Boy takes a step toward Stan Edgar, making the man flinch for the first time in his life. “You won’t like what happens. You better not make me rethink our arrangement.”

“You are one of our creations,” Edgar sneers. “None of our creations ever turned their back on us and made it far.”

“I wouldn’t try to make it far,” Soldier Boy smirks. “I would stay here and take over your nice little company. Maybe destroy everything you built.”

“All for some omega pussy,” the deep makes the mistake to open his mouth. “Come on, man. I get it. She was the first cunt you scented after being knocked out for forty years. You should get rid of her and—” he doesn’t get much more out. Soldier Boy’s hand wraps around his throat, cutting his air supply off.

“I’d be very careful now, dolphin boy,” Soldier Boy snarls in the deep's ear, making the supe struggle to keep his bladder under control. “One more word about my omega and your fish friends will feast on your rotten body tonight.”

“Alpha, that is enough,” your voice immediately calms your alpha. He releases the deep, and steps away from him. “I think they got the message.” You place your hand on your alpha’s shoulder.

“Omega,” Soldier Boy scoops you into his arms to carry you out of the conference room. “I told you to not leave the apartment. We can’t trust anyone. Everyone is an enemy within these walls.”

“You are telling me,” you hide your face in his neck. “My so-called colleagues and friends left me alone in the lab. You could’ve killed me.”

“I didn’t want to kill you, sweetheart. I only wanted to have a taste of that sweet cunt you are hiding,” he smirks as you lift your head to glare at him. “And to make you my omega.” He corrects. “I only want to protect you, Y/N.”

“Why don’t we just run away?” you sigh as he walks toward the apartment. You know that it’s impossible to get away from Vought so easily, but it’s nice to dream, though. “I don’t think that I want to work for Vought any longer. I can’t trust them. My boss never liked me and the rest of my colleagues only waited for me to take one wrong step.”

“I’ll make sure you are safe, Y/N,” he nuzzles your cheek. “No one will ever dare to hurt you. I know this isn’t ideal, but we need to wait for the right moment to get out of here. For now, we need to play along and pretend I’m their obedient tool.”

“You’re not a tool,” you sigh deeply. There is not a day you don’t hate that Vought uses your alpha for their selfish goals. “I spared some money. We could just run and hide at a cabin in Alaska.” You wrap your arms around his neck to look him deep in the eyes. “I got twenty thousand dollars, alpha.”

“It’s cold in Alaska, ‘mega. You will freeze all the time,” he unlocks the door with one hand while you hold tight onto him. “You and I will need much more money. Let me make more fast cash with missions and promotions. Soon we will leave this shitty tower and never look back.”

“Will we hide in Alaska?”

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“I quit,” you place your letter of resignation on your boss’ desk. He lifts his head from the papers in his hands to look at you. “I will get my things and you can look for someone better for my position."

“Why do you want to leave us?” he asks. “You were one of our best.”

“I don’t trust you or the others. You left me at the lab with an almost feral alpha,” you turn to leave and slam the door shut behind you. “Fuck you. All of you…”

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“What will we do now,” you glance around the bedroom. You never wanted to become one of those omegas only waiting for their alpha to come home. Now you quit your job and do just that. “I just quit my job.”

“So much for pretending,” your alpha sits next to you to pat your thigh. “You know, Soldier Boy is still needed out there but, Ben is winning the upper hand. He only wants to be with his omega.”

“I still got those twenty thousand bucks, Ben,” leaning your head against his shoulder you dare to dream he will agree to just run away with you. “What do you say?”

“I got a car, and two bags full of money,” he whispers as he points at two black duffle bags standing on the ground. “If you can pack your things real quick, we can be out of here by the end of the day.”

“Really?” you clutch his shirt. “Ben don’t lie to me. Do you want to leave or just toy with your omega? I don’t like people lying to me.”

He laughs as you climb into his lap to cup his face. “I got a plan, sweetheart,” he purrs when you gently stroke his face. “We’ve got money and a plan. What can go wrong?”

“Where do we want to go?” you giggle as he presses his index finger to his plump lips. “Aw, tell me, alpha. I wanna know.”

“Not here,” he says. “We never know who is listening…”

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“On the run?” Stan Edgar slams his fist onto his desk. “How can Soldier Boy be on the run? He’s our creation! He’s nothing without us. Go, find him. I dare you to come back empty-handed.”

“He took his omega and ran,” Homelander shrugs. He’s happy that his concurrent left the stage. “Why do you care so much? We don’t need him. Never needed him. All he did was cause trouble.”

“He’s mine. No one leaves Vought,” Edgar snarls. “No one! Do you get this?”

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“Oh, my fucking God,” you squeal as Ben stops right in front of a cabin that is nestled in the woods. “You took the whole ‘cabin in Alaska thing seriously.” He wraps his arms around you and looks over your shoulder at the large cabin.

“That’s ours,” he whispers. “No one knows about it. I used to come here to hide when everything got too intense. I never showed my secret hideout to anyone.”

“It’s beautiful, and huge for a cabin,” Ben just holds you in his arms for a moment. He knows one day Vought and the seven will come for him and you. Until then he will try to make the best of the new chance he got.

And if they find him, he’ll kill them all and make sure none of them will ever try to take you away from him…

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[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[dorkydiaz]

you're not alone at all [950 words | Maddie & Eddie & May friendship] a/n: there are little baby buddie hints in there if you squint, because at this point it's impossible to write anything any other way. title from comes and goes (in waves) by greg laswell. spoilers(ish) for 5x15

Buck looks up at her, that familiar spark in his eye. The one he gets when he’s getting an idea.  “You know who you should talk to?” He says, the glint never leaving.  “Buck, I already have a therapist,” she throws back and he smiles. “Not what I was going to say. I uh, actually was going to suggest that you talk to Eddie,” her brother ducks his head as he stabs another bite of salad.  She tilts her head, thinking, “Why would I talk to your best friend?” “He’s worked through the same feelings Maddie. You are allowed to talk to him, like that’s allowed, encouraged even,” he says playfully.  “He’ll…want to?”  “I’ll give him a heads up.” “So he’ll do it if you ask?” Buck just gets up to refill his water even though he doesn’t really need to. And that answers the question well enough for her. 

She decides visiting dispatch will be the easiest way to talk to Eddie. And she does miss it. And her former co-workers all want to meet Jee. So really it’s 3 birds with one stone and she won’t pass that up. 

She’s nervous up until the second she walks through the elevator doors and is met with May’s eyes,

“Maddie?!” Is all she hears before she has her arms full of May Grant. And tears fill her eyes, but she’s smiling. 

“I’ve missed you,” May says leaning back. 

“Missed you too kid. Is Eddie around?” “It’s just about lunch so I was about to head to his office. Buck tell you he’s here?” May replies tickling Jee’s tummy and making a face. 

“Yeah. He thought we should talk. You eat lunch with him?”

“Yeah. He’s kinda taken me in as a little sister,” she shrugs as they make their way to the break room so May can grab their lunches from the refrigerator, “he is sort of full of good advice. I think the therapy is really rubbing off on him.”

“I left for six months and suddenly you’re running a twitter and going to therapy? Who are you and what have you done with Eddie Diaz?” She says in lieu of a more normal greeting as she leans in the doorway. 

“Maddie! Buck said you were thinking about swinging by,” he’s smiling a little as he stands and walks around the desk and pulls her into a hug. And she thinks for a moment that it should be awkward. They were never all that close before. But holy shit, this was a good hug. 

“The two of you joining us for lunch?” Eddie asks.

“If that’s all right?” She looks between May and Eddie.

“Of course! This is not some sort of super secret exclusive club or anything,” May says as she sits, passing Eddie his lunch. 

They sit in comfortable silence for a little while, Maddie feeding Jee a snack, until Maddie can’t take the quiet anymore. 

“Do you still think about all you missed?” She doesn’t have to specify and Eddie looks up at her with an understanding smile.

“No. Not really.” And this time he’s not lying, “I did for a long time. But Chris has never blamed me. And I’m here now, and have been. It’s not going to ruin her life.”

“You, you missed the big milestones right?” “Maddie-”

“I know it was different for him-”

“I missed almost everything in the first 4 years. I was barely even there when he was born. I came back and barely knew how to hold him, or comfort him. So I ran. Again. And now, he is the best part of me. And he has never for a day in his life resented me for missing all of that, and not knowing. She won’t. And when she’s old enough to understand, and asks, and you explain it, she is still going to love you.”

“See I told you he was good,” May says biting her lip, “And if I may-” 

Eddie looks at her and she shoots him a look, “Don’t say it Eddie. Anyway, as I was saying, my mom missed a lot too. And she was right here. She went back to work as soon as she could. And I was with my dad most of the time,” she shrugs, “and I’m not scarred.”

Maddie and May stare at her for a moment, considering the young woman in front of them. It’s Maddie who breaks the silence again, 

“Eddie, do you want to hold her?” “I thought you said you didn’t want to scar her for life?” He replies, eyes wide. 

Maddie just rolls her eyes, stands and places her daughter in his arms. He eyes her once while she heads back to her chair, and she just nods. 

She watches as he bounces her and talks quietly to her. He shows her his computer and desk phone. Jee becomes enamored with the desk lamp. Maddie snaps a few pictures and sends them to Buck. 

“You’re really good with her. She likes you,” Maddie smiles at Eddie as Jee grabs onto his nose and he laughs, “Do you like your Uncle Eddie?” She asks Jee, she only babbles in response. 

She’s getting tired and begins to lean into Eddie more, and he instinctively cradles her against his chest. 

“Uncle Eddie?” Sure he’s heard it before from Sophia, but something about this was different. 

“Of course, I mean, she’s got her Aunt Hen, and Aunt May too. She has all of you, because I do, because Howie does. Because we chose that.”

“Yeah, we did,” Eddie says quietly, with a small smile as Jee sighs the tell-tale way she does before drifting off to sleep.

[mrskurono]

title: Crybaby || sub!Akaashi x fem!Reader

a/n: A softer contribution to my 4k for Femdom event! He my other baby <3

word count: 1.7k

tags: femdom, established relationship, mommy kink, mdlb dynamics, lactation kink mention, big dick Akaashi <3, voyeurism (use of a breastfeeding room on work time), handjob, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms, mild overstim, creampie, hint of breeding/pregnancy, mildly unedited

character(s): Keji Akaashi (hq)

synopsis: Tenma thought it was weird when Keji asked if the faculty he was applying to had a room for breastfeeding women to go. Honestly at the time you were with him when Keji asked so Tenma thought nothing of it if his new coworker was just looking out for his fiancé’s comfort if they were gonna start a family. The ex tiny giant had no idea his coworker meant it for much different reasons.

Rustling of fabric signaled Keji’s impatience. His big hands attempting to slip under your blouse to no avail. 

A nervous wreck like this and suddenly Keji couldn’t do anything for himself.

“Shhhh....Mommy’s right here. It’s alright Keji, mommy will make you feel better.”

The first few buttons are undone. Those same hands under the fabric of your shirt quickly. Needy pawing as  Keji tried to push it up. Clearly ignoring it was a button down. You smiled at his neediness even if it was clouding his mind.

“Mommy-” Keji’s tiny voice bubbled up in his throat. He was so close to tears. 

Best get your shirt unbunttoned as quickly as possible since you were certain his coworkers weren’t use to this kind of baby crying.

As quickly as the door had latched behind the two of you. Keji was latched onto your breast. A favor towards the right one when he was this upset. His lips pulling most of your nipple into his mouth with the deepest latch. Even his sniffling couldn’t stop him. Keji pressed his face into your breast and sighed heavily. 

The warm tugging motion of his mouth. Just in time with his tongue swirling over your very well worked over nipples. Keji’s hand reached up to find the other. Palming and kneading it gently. Soothing himself. You could feel him calming down. All save for one problem.

“Mmmm, is this what was upsetting you pretty boy?” You hand lightens a top his the bulge in his slacks.

Keji moans into your breast even with the slightest touch. Worse when you grip him through his pants and rub. His nursing picks up pace and Keji ruts his hips hopelessly into your touch.

“You haven’t been playing with yourself have you....”

He shakes his head, nipple still in mouth with a groggy reply, “....n-no.”

“Mommy said you could play with yourself when you need to baby.”

“Only you....want, you.”

A sigh leaves your parted lips. He was a handful. These long work hours made him even needier. And as you slipped his cock out of his pants. The thick uncut cock hardly able to have your fingers curl around it was a testament to that handful. 

Slipping back his foreskin. Revealing the glistening precum leaking from poor Keji’s cock. You click your tongue with a little shake of your head.

“So needy.”

Moaning into your breast, as your slow strokes start Keji refuses to let his lips leave your breast. Nursing with every intent like he wanted something to come out of it. Fingertips gliding over his slippery and sensitive cock head, you hum softly as Keji’s hips rut slightly into your hand. Enjoying the sight of his glistening cock expose itself with each shift of his hips. Not so much fucking your hand as he was fucking the nothingness but the feeling of his foreskin peeling back and forth over his swollen gland.

“Do you need mommy to keep your cum for you baby?” You mutter softly into the mop of black curls, “Do you want mommy to have all your cum?”

Keji nods, eyes closed tight and hips still rocking to the slight motion of your hand around his cock, “Please....please keep all my cum safe mommy. I don’t want it. I can’t keep it please- I-”

“Shhh, that’s all right,” You slip the tip of your index finger inside the extra of his foreskin. Watching delighted as Keji breaks away from your puffy nipple with a choked moan. How sensitive was his cockhead. Watching him writhe and twist his fists up in your shirt at the mere tease of just your fingertip made the tingle between your legs worse. A very viable wet spot on your panties for sure. Your baby was so needy. But it was ok you needed him.

“M-Mommy-” His weak plea distracted you from your thoughts. Before you even knew it thick bubbles of cum were oozing out from the tip of his covered cock. Staining your fingers with milky whiteness and Keji’s death grip on your blouse let you know he was cumming without wanting to.

When you pulled your finger away. Creaminess following and staining his still throbbing cock, you frowned and clicked your tongue, “You had an accident....and it didn’t look like you finished all the way.”

Keji hid his face in your chest. Pressing so hard against your breast you wondered if he could breath. The poor thing, so prone to cumming before it was time. But as you watched the two meager beads of cum roll down his purple cock head you knew there was far more left inside him.

Gently you ushered him off of you. Stricken with fear that he was in trouble. It was when Keji’s half lidded eyes landed on you pulling your bottoms down and resituating yourself on the oversized chair did he see what you wanted. With legs spread and propped up on either arm of the chair. You took the cum stained finger and drew it along your soaked slit.

“Mommy’s gonna save the rest of your cum ok?” Your question far more like a demand. Fingers swirling around in the mess of juices clinging to your cunt lips, you spread them wide and see Keji’s eyes widen as well, “I need you to put your cock in mommy ok baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Nothing made him more excited and nervous than your most intimate parts. Keji rarely made it to feeling your cunt around him and now you were inviting him right here and now after he thought he was in trouble. So when you beckoned him over Keji swallowed hard and couldn’t stop staring at the wetness between your legs. All exposed. And here he was twitching with his cock still hanging out of his pants and precum already drooling from his foreskin.

“Come here baby.” You usher him closer. Keji lined his hips up. His own hands held tight above his waist line, as he watched you reach down and guide him closer. Keji sucks in a deep breath when you rub just the tip of his cock against you. Smearing his cock in your juices and streaking your cunt with the little cum still clinging to his cock.

“Mommy-” Keji mumbles drunkenly at the sensation of you peeling his foreskin back. Revealing his sensitive head that sends a tingle right through his entire body when you let his cock brush against your clit, “M-Mommy more-”

“Shh, it’s coming,” You coo softly at him.

Pressing his tip against your entrance you don’t have the leverage you do at home. So you encourage him to push as well. Not one take the lead Keji timidly leans in until you pull him closer. Thick and sensitive cock delving into you so slowly that it takes you no time to adjust to his size. Keji bottoming out in you before you know it.

“That’s a good boy, yes you are, so big inside mommy,” Your breathing deepens a little. It had been so long since you’d felt him inside you. Keji looking like he was going to loose his mind as he knelt before you in the chair. Cock stuffed inside you and black curls clouding the rim of his glasses. 

“ ‘s much-” He gurgled, tears brimming on his lashes as Keji could hardly keep his eyes open to look at you, “Mommy- ‘s much. It tingles-”

“Your doing so good. Baby move your hips a little yeah?” You sweet talk him as you caress his face. Urging him to move but really you see it’s simply too much for your poor baby.

Keji’s cock resting only half way inside you. As a good mommy you take it upon yourself to help your baby. Reaching down and feeling the slickness coating his cock and navel. When Keji feels your fingers curl around his base he hides his face in your neck. Leaning into you as you lean up into him.

Slow and stead you begin jerking him. Much like before he came. This time the tip of his cock resting inside you in the safest place possible for your poor baby. Keji’s hot breath against your neck. Whines and wordless pleas jumbled up with moaning. Keji unable to even move his hips as the sensation of his already twitching cock now gets the duality of your hand and your cunt milking him.

“There we go...now you can give mommy all your cum. Mommy will keep it safe....fill me up baby boy. I know you can. Can gimme all your cum just like you should.” String of praise falling past your lips as the stroking quickens. A clear tense to Keji’s body when you do so. Swearing on your life you can feel his cock swell inside you. It just doesn’t seem to be working yet so you press your lips to his ear and rut your hips into his as your fingers feverishly pump his cock, “Give mommy all your cum, fill mommy up, so my breasts will get nice and full and you can drink all of mommy’s milk. Your cum is safe with me- You can-”

“Mommy!” Keji gasped. He didn’t even mean to be so loud. Nothing in him could stop it though. Grabbing onto your waist for dear life as another orgasm rippled through him. Keji inadvertently rutting his cock in you as everything in him told him to bury himself inside you. He didn’t understand why but he didn’t care. Needing to pool all his cum inside you as the twitch and tighten of his balls last every last drop of cum deeper inside you than you anticipated.

With Keji’s heavy panting you weren’t surprised when he just leaned off of his body weight into you. The clear feeling of cum seeping out around his cock as he slowly softened inside you. The poor thing, this stressed and sensitive. You raked your fingers through his black hair and hold him close to you as you savor the feeling of your sweet baby’s cum defiling your deepest parts, “That’s right. All your cum is safe with me...mommy will keep it all for you. Don’t ever forget that my sweet baby boy.”

[spenciegoob]

Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours. 

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered. 

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend. 

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years. 

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving. 

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis. 

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever. 

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile. 

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary. 

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you. 

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms. 

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly. 

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move. 

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face. 

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear. 

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work. 

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Daddy's Little Girl

Request 10: Dad!Schlatt angst with the reader trying to protect Tubbo because the reader is his older sibling?

Requested By: Anonymous

TW: Abuse

Do you want angst? I’ll give you angst. Never challenge me again. /J

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(Hints of Wilbur and Techno x reader if you squint)

Growing up with Schlatt as your father had its ups and downs, on one hand, he was hilarious and let you get away with anything you wanted, but on the other hand, he had a drinking problem. When you were a little girl his drinking wasn’t too bad, some days were worse than others but most of the time he was semi cognizant. However, when your baby brother Tubbo came along everything changed, for a while he was sober. He was clear-headed, held a stable job on the SMP, and even helped you with your homework, but alas all good things come to an end. As soon as Tubbo started school, and your mom left he started up again, you weren’t happy. Your horns had begun to curl around your head around that time and your baby brother was enamored. He would wrap his chubby hands around them to pull and trace his fingers over the ridges, Tubbo would declare his horns were going to be just as magnificent as yours one day. You would flush at the praise and ruffle his hair, and told him you could already feel his little nubs growing in, he was overjoyed at the news.

Before Tubbo, Schlatt would never lay a hand on anyone, but something inside him crumbled. You had a few close calls, Tubbo bothering your father a little too much and Schlatt raised a hand to the boy. Luckily, you were always there to diffuse the situation and direct your father’s attention away from your baby brother. You were old enough to know just how impulsive and uncaring drinking made him, you tried to keep Tubbo as occupied as you could while keeping up with your work.

When Tubbo was ten years old he made his first friend.

Tubbo told you the kid’s name was Tommy, and he shared all the new information about his friend. He informed you he had two older brothers named Wilbur and Technoblade, who were about a year or two older than you. Tubbo desperately wanted to introduce you to him, but with your dad to keep an eye on you had to decline, at least for the time being. Tubbo pouted at your response and gave you, your biggest weakness puppy dog eyes, you relented. Promising to go with Tubbo to Tommy’s house in a few days to meet the brothers and supervise his play date with Tommy.

You just hoped your dad would be alright.

The day finally rolled around for you to meet the elusive Tommy and his brothers, you informed your dad that you and Tubbo would be gone for the rest of the day, he said it was alright. You think he just wanted to excuse to drink more while both of his children were gone.

“Come on (Y/n), let’s go already!” Tubbo called with a groan, you hushed him softly,

“Put your jacket on first.”

He reluctantly slipped on his jacket and grabbed his bag, you followed him out the door. Tubbo was buzzing with excitement holding his bee plush close to his chest, going on and on about how great Tommy was and how much he hoped you’d like Wilbur and Techno. Eventually, the both of you came upon a small cabin in the middle of a clearing, it was surrounded by lush pine trees and a little boy in a red and white shirt stood by the front gate.

“Tubbo!” The boy you assumed was Tommy shouted rushing over to the gate,

“Tommy!” Tubbo shouted with a laugh, he looked like he wanted to run towards him but first, he looked up at you. You smiled softly and gave your brother a nod, his face lit up and he charged towards Tommy. They met in the middle and Tommy immediately tackled Tubbo to the ground, a young man with glasses opened the window and began to shout at the blonde. He picked his head up and spotted you in the distance, his entire face flushed red, you sent him a little wave. The boy adjusted his glasses slamming the window shut, you titled your head to the side before seeing him and a taller boy with pink hair. While Tommy and Tubbo wrestled in the dirt the older boys walked up to you, they introduced themselves as Wilbur and Technoblade. They both were hybrids like yourself, you immediately felt at home, no wonder Tubbo liked it here so much.

Through the power of conversation you found out Technoblade was a piglin hybrid and Wilbur was half nymph, Tommy was just a plain human. Either their dad got around or some of them were adopted, you’d ask Tubbo later, figuring it was rude to blatantly ask that question. You found out the entire family thrived off of bulling one another it was quite funny to watch Technoblade roast the ever-loving shit out of Wilbur, unknown to you whenever you let a giggle or two slip past your lips Wilbur would flush and Technoblade would smirk. The end of the playdate rolled around and you found yourself not wanting to leave your new friends, Wilbur offered for you and Tubbo to sleep over but you politely declined. Technoblade shot Wilbur a concerned look when with a smile you said your dad would have your ass if you and Tubbo stayed over.

A few years went by since your first meeting, Tubbo and Tommy became inseparable and honestly, you and his brothers were in the same situation. Although you couldn’t see Technoblade and Wilbur as much as Tubbo could see Tommy the three of you were attached at the hip. Wilbur would constantly write you letters, sometimes the handwriting would switch and you noticed Techno put his blunt opinions into the conversation. Tubbo found one of the letters once and insisted that both boys must have a crush on you, you denied that with a soft laugh, just like your father you were under the impression you were unlovable.

Speaking of your dad, he was rarely ever sober at this point, rather being numb than feeling anything significant. Luckily he could be slightly functional, but mostly it was you raising Tubbo and protecting him from your dad’s off days. Speaking of an off day you had just gotten back from a trip of visiting your favorite boys, it was late and Tubbo was asleep in your arms. He was scratched up a bandaid was on his nose, and a bandage wrapped around his arm, he had taken a particularly nasty fall while wrestling with Tommy. Luckily both you and Wilbur were skilled in patching up rambunctious little brothers and he was fixed up in no time flat. You noticed the light on in the living room and grew concerned, your dad was always passed out in his bed by this time of night, was he alright?

Tubbo mumbled something in your arms and you pulled him close to your chest as to not wake the boy. “Dad?” You called softly wandering into the living room, much to your surprise he was very much awake. Your nose scrunched up in displeasure he reeked of whiskey and cigarettes, so tonight was a bad night.

Noted.

“You reek.” You commented adjusting the sleeping Tubbo in your arms, your father shot you a dirty look.

“Where the fuck have you been with the brat?” He hissed baring his teeth at you, “Do you know how late it is? Do you know how worried I was!” You hated the way your stomach churned with guilt and relief, at least he noticed his children were gone. He shouldn’t be praised for the bare minimum, Technoblade would’ve told you gruffly if he knew the full extent of your relationship.

“Out with Tommy, Wilbur, and Technoblade. Phil’s kids remember?” You responded with a soft sigh and he sent a dirty look your way standing up from his recliner. You backed up a few steps, the man towering over you eyeing Tubbo who was beginning to stir in your arms. Hesitantly you placed a hand over the back of his head, keeping it pressed tightly against your neck and shoulder. It only seemed to make Schlatt’s face scrunch up more,

“He looks so much like your mother.”

“I know dad.”

“Why’s he beat to shit?” He slurred reaching his hands out towards Tubbo, “You let him get hurt?”

“Tommy and he were just wrestling. Just being kids. I patched him up, he’s just sleepy.”

“So you let him get beat?”

“Dad no did you not hear me-” He grabbed one of your horns roughly yanking them down. You yelped in pain dropping Tubbo in the process, he hit the ground with a hard thud crying out from the rude awakening. “Dad you’re hurting me-”

“(Y/n)? Dad?” He murmured groggily barely processing the situation unfolding in front of him.

“Tubbo go to your room.” Your dad hissed at him, spit flying everywhere, Tubbo looked terrified. He looked at you and nodded the best you could with your dad’s iron-like grip on your horn, he scurried away and you felt your eyes fill with tears. If only he was a little older, he’d maybe be able to help you, but he was a child and didn’t need to see what was going to happen. “You’ve been running around without a care in the world, you’ve been going free for way too long. You’ve been a bad girl and now your getting punished.” Your blood turned to ice as the gip on your horn tightened,

“Dad, please I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure we get home on time from now on, you’re drunk. Please don’t do this you’ll regret it come the morning.”

“Shut the fuck up (Y/n)!” He spat his tobacco spit flying all over your face, you grimaced trying not to choke in disgust. “You think you know everything about the world but you don’t, you’re a stupid naive child!” He slammed the side of your head against the brick wall of your house. You yelped in pain feeling something crack against the wall, but it wasn’t your skull, it was your right horn.

“Dad- Dad please stop my horn-” You pleaded as he dragged you back by the hair and slammed you into the wall again. Your horn cracked once more and you screamed in pure agony, blood began to stain the wall where your head it, and your horn began to crack. “DAD!” You sobbed out as your horn broke off falling on the ground with a thud. Blood began to drip down the side of your head, your sobbing seemed to snap Schlatt back to his senses as he let out a soft call of your name.

“Fuck. Fuck baby I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked pulling you into his chest, he pressed his hands against the stub of your horn. You whimpered in pain and Schlatt shushed you softly, “I’m so sorry baby girl. My little girl, I didn’t mean it.” His head pressed into the crook of your neck, just where Tubbo’s was moments prior. “I’m such a fuck up. I’d never hurt you...I can’t do this…”

“It’s okay…” Your voice cracked eyes wide and glassy, it wasn’t okay but you weren’t about to tell him that. “Can I go to bed now…”

“Lemme patch you up first. You might bleed out...scare Tubs.” Schlatt grumbled and you nodded numbly. He helped you to your feet and you swayed, your dad haphazardly bandaged the side of your head and cauterized your horn. That might’ve hurt even more than losing the horn on its own, you held back your whimpers as your dad apologized even more for the pain he caused. “Get some rest alright…I love you.”

“Love you to dad,” You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, you waited until he slipped into his room before you made your way into Tubbo’s. The boy was downright sobbing under his blankets, you pulled back the covers to find him desperately clinging to his bee plush.

“(Y/n)?” He whimpered looking up at you with wide eyes,

“Hey, Tubs…” Your smile was tense and he frowned, “Mr. Bumbles protect you okay? Just like we talked about?” Tubbo nodded lip trembling, he reached his hand up to touch your bandages. You flinched at his touch,

“Where’s your horn.”

“Unimportant. Just got into a little scuffle with dad, nothing your big sister can’t handle. Tubbo why don’t we go see Mr. Phil.”

“But it’s so late?”

“It’s okay. Go pack up a bag, you’ll be there for a while.”

“What about you?”

You sent him another tight-lipped smile, “I can’t stay there with you, unfortunately.”

“Then I don’t want to go!” He huffed defensively, your smile was wiped off your face.

“Not a suggestion-”

“NO! I’m not leaving you!” You grunted feeling him slam into your middle wrapping you in a tight hug. “Not with him...I need you. Who’s gonna protect me? Or read me bedtime stories? Or kiss me goodnight!” He began to cry through his protests and you knelt in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek.

“Technoblade and Phil can protect you just fine. Wilbur would love to read you and Tommy’s bedtime stories. You’re too old for goodnight kisses-”

“Am not!”

“I can’t protect you anymore, not from dad.” Your voice shook a little before swallowing thickly, Tubbo’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He’s never seen you look so scared, you were serious. “You deserve to grow up normally and happily, with a good dad and family.”

“You're good family.” Tubbo insisted grabbing your bigger hand with his own, you let out a wet laugh and held your other hand to your mouth. Swallowing again before responding to Tubbo’s heartfelt compliment,

“I’ll always be your family and I’ll always be your big sister. But for now, you’ll temporarily be part of Tommy’s family. Just until I’m old enough to take you away from all of this.”

“Promise?” He held out his pinky,

“Promise.” You responded interlocking your pinky with his own, he seemed much more satisfied and willing to listen to you now. “Now go pack up alright? We gotta go before the morning,” Tubbo nodded at you and began to gather his things in his bag. Eventually, he was all packed up and you both snuck out towards Tommy’s home, the side of your head was throbbing and you felt completely off balance stumbling over your feet a few times. Tubbo grew concerned but never actually voiced said concern, the two of you came up on Phil’s doorstep. You loudly began to knock at the door and Technoblade answered sword drawn, glasses were haphazardly thrown on his nose,

“(Y/n)? Tubbo?” He blinked blearily, “it’s like three am what-” Adjusting the glasses he finally got a good look at the both of you, Tubbo was still in his footie pajamas and you had officially bled through your bandages. “Who did it.”

“Technoblade please-”

“Who. Hurt. You.”

“I’m so tired, please just go get your dad.” You pleaded locking your eyes with his own, they softened considerably before muttering under his breath.

“Fine. But I’m getting Wilbur to look at your horn.” He demanded marching away from the door, you gently urged Tubbo inside and you both sat down on their couch. Tubbo yawned sleepily and leaned against your side,

“You can go to sleep. You’re safe now Bumblebee.”

“But you’ll be gone when I wake up…” He held Mr. Bumble closer to his chest and you brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I want you to have Mr. Bumble!” Tubbo held the toy out to you, your lips dipped into a little frown.

“Tubs he’s your favorite-

“He protected me from dad. So I’m sure he’ll protect you too.” You wanted to sob as you took the bee from his hands, you were going to say something else when Phil and Wilbur walked into the room. Phil gave you a pitying smile, before calling Tubbo over to him.

“Hey mate. Let’s get you settled into the guest room for now yeah?” The older man smiled at your brother and he nodded sleepily walking over to Phil. He gave you a look that said we’ll talk later as Wilbur walked over to you, the frown on his face was rock solid.

“You gonna explain yourself?” He scolded you like a parental figure would, you bit your lip and shook your head. Wilbur sighed the bags under his eyes were dark and you murmured a soft apology. He reached out and took your cheek in his palm, he leaned close and you felt his breath on his lips. You felt your cheeks turn pink and he leaned in...to take a better look at your horn.

God, you were so stupid why did you think he was going to kiss you just now?

“Jesus Christ…” He murmured as he unwrapped your wound gently. “They fucked you up honey,” Wilbur said softly, his voice dripping with pure concern, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m alright...It’ll get better.” You smiled a tight-lipped smile that only caused Wilbur’s eyes to flash with pure rage, “Seriously Will. Please just let it go.”

“I’ll never understand you.” He muttered grumpily, much like his brother did when he greeted you at the door. “How can you not want justice for what they did to you? I don’t understand-” Wilbur blinked a few moments pulling away from you, you refused to meet his eyes. “-Did your dad do this to you?” He saw the fear spark in your eyes, “that fucking piece of shit! TECHNO!”

“Wilbur please no- no please he didn’t mean too he was drunk!” You slapped your hands over your mouth and he looked at you with horror. “Wilbur please don’t do anything he didn’t mean to do it, I have to look out for him!” Your breathing got short and rapid, immediately Wilbur felt bad for being so aggressive, “He’ll die without me.”

“It’s not your job to look after your father.” Wilbur looked at you with pity,

“Yes, it is. He’s my family.”

“Family doesn’t do this to you.” He motioned to your missing horn, the motion now made you feel wildly self-conscious, “they don’t hurt you.” You bit the bottom of your lip so hard it began to bleed,

“Just don’t tell Technoblade. He’ll kill him. You know he will, I don’t want that.” Wilbur didn’t look happy about the situation but he agreed reluctantly, but only if you stayed the night alongside Tubbo. You told him you would,

But you’re a liar.

Phil came back into the room a little later and asked to talk to you privately. He asked you what was going on and you explained the entire situation to him, practically pleading for him to take your baby brother in while you got Schlatt under control. Phil of course agreed, but he was not happy about you going back to your dad, especially since you were already injured. You assured him all would be okay, your dad meant well and with Tubbo out of the house, you can put all your energy into fixing him.

Phil let you go that night, and he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

No one in the Minecraft household heard from you again after that night. You seemed to slip out of everyone's memory, Wilbur met Sally and she and his son consumed his life. Technoblade moved out of the house to spread his wings, and the only person who even seemed to care that you were missing was Tubbo. Yet, even so, you began to slip out of his memory too, barely remembering your face. It broke him to pieces that he couldn’t remember his sister, and when he asked Wilbur about you the man's memory was just as fuzzy. The only thing he had was the letters the both of you sent back and forth to one another, he’d gifted them to Tubbo after he discovered them again under his childhood bed. Tubbo thought that maybe, just maybe, word of their new nation would cause you to come out of hiding.

It didn’t.

Eventually, he had to leave his memory of you behind and focus on helping Tommy and Wilbur. He hoped wherever you were you were proud of him, you wouldn’t want him to be miserable and dwell on you, you’d want him to live.

When he saw his father upon the podium the day of the election all he wanted to do was confront him about you, but there were other things to worry about like the fact that Wilbur and Tommy had just gotten exiled. Schlatt died before he got to ask about you, then right after that Wilbur died by Phil’s hand and everything was blown to shit, he had Tommy and that was all he needed.

Wilbur woke up to the soft chirping of birds and an angel sitting on a hillside. He couldn’t feel the grass under his palms or his heartbeat, but he felt something warm flood through him when he saw the angel. She turned towards him, his memory of her was fuzzy but her name wasn’t, “(Y/n)?”

“Hi Wilby, long time no see.” You smiled softly, both horns were missing but your soft ears twitched eagerly.

“Where...are we?” Wilbur whispered walking over to you to sit by your side, “What happened to you?”

“I lost another horn being stupid. Died from an infection while dad was away on a trip.” You pulled your legs close towards your chest, “you’re dead Will. We’re dead. It’s been quiet here for so long.”

“Dead…” He breathed out the negative memories flooding into his brain; he squeezed his eyes shut tight. “Are we ghosts?” You shrugged your shoulders,

“I don’t know, never tried to...go back,” Wilbur watched as you ran your hand through the grass even though Wilbur knew you couldn’t feel it. “Tubbo would be disappointed in me. So upset I died, I’d rather he not know. Makes it easier on everyone I think.” You turned to him, hair falling in your eyes, they were empty and your skin was so pale, he couldn’t imagine what he looked like in comparison. “Are you going to go back?” You spoke again after a few moments of silence, there was a tense atmosphere that filled the room, you didn’t want to be lonely.

“If you’re here, that’s where I’m going to stay. At least for a little while.” Wilbur looked at you, your eyes wide with shock, a brilliant smile spread across your cheeks.

“Promise?”

“With all my heart honey.”

[segredosjogados]

Song Association

I don't know if anyone has ever written one like this but I decided to make it my own. My character is based off Jhené Aiko and the two songs she mentions that are hers are Jhené's: While We're Young and Sativa  - this story will include a part 2 about the filming of the video of While We're Young. 

Story: Y/N is called to play Song Association with Elle and she sings two songs from her boyfriend Jack Harlow, two songs of hers and gives a hint about the awaited video of While We're Young. 

ps: unedited 

🎶🎤🖤 welcome to a world of wonder ♟🎬✔️

Hello everyone this is Y/F/N here and we're playing Song Association. I'm actually very nervous because I got some too old or just too Gen Z inspirations, let's see how it goes. The rules are simple I'm gonna be given a word and I have ten seconds to sing a song with this word or in the title. Let's jus get it! 

First word: Friend

Ok, could it be in plural? "Met last week and they already best friends, met last week and they already best friends..." ya'll did me dirty with this one! I love this song, shoutout Jack Harlow! He's a good rapper... 

Second word: Real 

This real life... oh oh.. oh... Real life by The Weeknd, ugh I love this song, I love The Weeknd, he's just the sweetest person ever and his songs are just top tier. 

Third word: Heart 

"I'm giving you my heart, please don't break it" this is my song While We're Young, the music video is out by the way, I loved it a lot, we filmed it in Paris, it's my reckless love letter to Jack, I just love him and this song so much, so go watch it! 

Fourth word: Road

Oh, yes, of course! "I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road" Old Town Road, Lil Nas X, baby I love you so much! Come home, Jack misses you! 

Fifth word: Girl 

"Who run the world? Girls! Who run the world? Girls!" this song actually made me who I am today, when I saw Beyoncé on that video I was like "I wanna be as badass as she is" and sing a song about women ruling the world, as we should. 

Sixth word: Pain 

Ok, ok... "Why God, why God do I gotta suffer? Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle" this is Kendrick Lamar's "Fear" and it's one of my favorite songs of his, I love how he could just rap about his inner struggles and make it sound a little blues, a little jazz, he's a genius hands down. 

Seventh word: Phone

That's easy! "I said I'm ready... hold the phone..." Sativa by me and Swae Lee, lots of love to my creative genius Swae Lee, everything he touches is gold. 

Eight word: Lie

Oh, that's easy "Can't lie, I'm on Angus, Cloud 9" First Class by Jack Harlow, ya'll are getting me singing my boyfriend sh*t (bleep) he gon be way over his head tonight and I'll have to deal with it. 

Nineth word: She 

She? Omg, ok... humm... "She will" by Lil Wayne and Drake? Ya'll have me reaching "And she bad, so maybe she won't, uh, but shit than again maybe she will" I guess that's it! (laughs nervously)

Ok ya'll I think I did great on Song Association, I got 9 out 9, so yes, it turns out it's an excellent score! Thank you so much for having me, watch the While We're Young music video, my first album "Contained feelings" is coming up this spring and I'm excited, nervous, happy, all the feelings I could ever have. See you! 

And cut! 

- That was amazing! - Y/N's manager said from behind the cameras, coming to greet her after the video. 

- Yes, I guess so. I was really nervous, though. - Y/N answered. 

- Nothing to worry about. You nailed all the songs, mention Jack twice and even The Weeknd! You know that his teamed reached us for a collab right? He loved your vocals on the demos we sent him for his next album, so be ready for everything girl, we might get you to Toronto in the next upcoming days. - the manager said all giggling making Y/N blush and think about a The Weeknd collaboration. Collaborating with Jack for the While We're Young video had the internet talking a lot already, so a The Weeknd collaboration would make your numbers go up. 

Maybe there was this one person that would be jealous but it was work, right?

[iceflowerglow]

Somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree

"So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree?" - "I'll do it for you, Mother!"

Yes, it's that scene. I love how many parallels there are in this movie, and here, the title and the drawing refer to a tragic parallel between "My Lullaby" and Nuka's death scene. This particular parallel also prompted me to come up with a fan theory. In a sense, I had this theory for a long time, but only now connected it into one piece. So, if you like overanalyzing animated movies as much as I do, you might enjoy reading this long and rather convoluted theory that I call...

Nuka, king of foreshadowing? A few months ago, I saw a post on the Disney Reddit titled "A character in The Lion King 2 predicts his own death". And while I've noticed this parallel before, it got me thinking: there was more, and it goes full circle. There are so many scenes in the movie where Nuka in some way foreshadows something that happens later, it's just a matter of interpretation of how aware he is of it in each of these instances.  The one mentioned above is, of course, during "My Lullaby", where Nuka sings "So you've found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree?", to which Zira cups his chin and replies "Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me", and callously pushes Nuka off a cliff. This is a clear parallel to Nuka's death scene, where he chases Simba up the log dam ("trees"), falls, and Zira comforts him at his dying breath by cupping his chin.

But there also seems to be an overarching storyline with Nuka foreshadowing a very important plot point. Namely, there are many hints scattered throughout the movie that Nuka expects Kovu to betray the Outsiders. He even tries to warn Zira and Vitani about this in a roundabout way, but they don't take him seriously, so he's basically suffering from Cassandra's curse because of how he's perceived. The way Nuka smiles during the ambush scene when Zira says "Get him, Kovu" suggests that in that moment, he's certain that Kovu won't attack Simba, thus allowing Nuka to get his chance to show what he's capable of. But this happens after Vitani brings the news about Kovu failing to attack Simba, so the possibility of Kovu's betrayal is already 'public knowledge', so to speak. It could be said that Nuka is just hopeful for a desired outcome... Except, Nuka has been dropping hints that he expected Kovu to betray them for a long time beforehand.

It looks like in a way Nuka's suspicions have started early, when Kovu was still a cub. The first time we see Nuka in the movie, he is complaining about Kovu getting so much 'undeserved' attention as the so-called 'chosen one'. Nuka's nickname for Kovu is "little termite", and Nuka himself is suffering from a termite infection, so he essentially likens Kovu to a parasite, who gets all the praise, all the best things and food in their starving pride, but doesn't do anything for them in return. Nuka seems to be suggesting that Kovu doesn't truly value his pride and family, and can't relate to their stuggles, because he's handed everything on a silver platter at everyone else's expense. It's likely that the real reson why Nuka considers himself to be the better option is because he's much more loyal. "If she'd just give me a chance!" And if Nuka doesn't yet expect Kovu to betray them in this scene (it's not impossible that he does), he probably starts to after the next scene, where Zira berates Kovu for playing with Kiara. Kovu says that he thought they could be friends, and Zira finishes that thought with a sarcastic remark about Simba "welcoming Kovu with open arms" if Kovu becomes friends with his daughter. This, I think, is the moment when Nuka gets a clear idea of what might happen, if he didn't have it before.

Later on, as an adult, Nuka expresses the same sentiment. "If Kovu is so special, why does he need us?" Nuka is bitter that his and Vitani's efforts are taken for granted, when Kovu is held in such high regard for something he hasn't even done yet, and all the groundwork for his mission has been laid by others. Vitani, like everyone else, is certain that Kovu will finish his mission, and therefore, she sees their roles and Kovu's value as a given. Nuka's outlook is completely different, he serves as a reminder that Kovu's success is not guaranteed, and his role is not set in stone. "I never even had a chance!", laments Nuka once again, in foreshadowing of Simba's "if given the chance" conversation with Kovu, one of the things that has set off Kovu's change of heart. The next scene with Nuka is even more telling. Not only is Nuka more direct about his suspicions, it also seems that Nuka makes a (correct) guess as to why Kovu will betray them. When he and Zira are watching Kovu's progress in the Pridelands, Nuka makes a big show of hinting to Zira that if Kovu was so good at his mission, he would have attacked Kiara. It's a clumsy attempt, and Nuka definitely knows that Kiara isn't their main target, and if Kovu attacks her, he won't be able to get to Simba. Of course, it can be argued that Nuka is not very smart, his emotions get the better of him, and he doesn't think through what he's saying. This is all true to some degree, but I'm certain he at least understands the basics of the plan. So, why this? Why Kiara? I suspect it's because Nuka is convinced that Kovu feels something for her, or will start feeling something for her later. Which is not entirely implausible, because Kovu might have mentioned Kiara to his siblings throughout the years (he did, if you consider TLG canon to the movies), and Nuka caught on to that. And given that the plan apparently included Kovu trying to seduce Kiara to get to Simba, it would be easy for Nuka to take this a step further and suspect that Kovu would fall in love with her for real. Could it be that Nuka was weirdly observant and could foresee what even Rafiki couldn't?

And then there is also Vitani, who is strangely so ready to believe in Kovu's sudden betrayal when she's spying in the Pridelands, even though, like many people have pointed out, it's not the best time for him to attack. But Vitani no doubt had to listen to Nuka's constant muttering about how Kovu doesn't care about his pride, how he doesn't deserve the attention he gets, and maybe even saying outright that he will betray them. She likely dismissed it as Nuka's typical obsessive mumbling, but it still would have planted a seed in her mind, and after she saw Kovu not attack Simba with her own eyes... The realization has set in that maybe, her bitter, obsessive older brother was right.

But after Kovu doesn't attack Simba and Vitani sees it, it gets even more interesting. While this is not in the movie, at some point there was clearly the idea that Nuka was the one who suggested the ambush, illustrated in the comic novelization of Simba's Pride. Nuka doesn't look even remotely surprised in this page that Kovu betrayed them, just happy that he finally got his chance. And the next thing he does is suggest that, oh no, Mother, he must be still loyal, it was probably not a good moment for him to attack, we just have to assist him to make sure! So Zira decides to ambush Simba (and thinks it was her idea), still apparently convinced that if they come to "assist" Kovu, he will definitely be on their side, and finish Simba off. It will be so easy!

Except Nuka knows that Kovu is no longer loyal.  And Vitani knows, though she doesn't entirely want to believe it (she still takes a precaution by knocking Kovu out when he tries to help Simba at first). Here, the entire battle scene is curious, because nearly all of the crucial moves were made by Nuka, and in a way that would be beneficial to Nuka, specifically. Nuka knows that about the only location where he would have an advantage over Simba is the log dam. Tiny, malnourished Nuka is obviously no match for big, muscular Simba, but on the log dam, it's the other way around. So when Simba is attacked, Nuka leaps forward first, growls at Simba but does nothing, gets hit by Simba, and is out of the fight. That until there are enough lionesses attacking Simba, and all that's left for Nuka is to jump on Simba's back to make him fall down to the gorge. Zira announces that they have Simba cornered, and now, his only way out is the log dam. Where Nuka can get to him, which he does very quickly.

If only Nuka realized that the moment he grabs Simba's leg, the weight will get redistributed, and the log under Nuka's hind paw will break. One wrong move... And how tragic it is that everything that Nuka has foreseen and expected led to this. But then again, Nuka knew there was a risk, didn't he? And he was still trying to get his mother's attention, no matter the cost.

But there is, perhaps, a bit of consolation in what can be another (subtle) parallel. This might sound a bit outlandish (see what I did there?), but when Nuka says: "This is my moment of glory!", he might be kind of right. In the ending of the movie, the Outsiders get accepted into Simba's pride, after Vitani refuses to fight. This war has taken the life of her older brother, and all Zira did was use his death as fuel for more indoctrination. Vitani doesn't want to lose anyone else. But Zira doesn't care, and threatens to kill her remaining children. Everyone realizes that Zira cared about revenge more than she cared about anyone's well-being, something they might have got a glimpse of before with her treatment of Nuka. And she didn't even warn him to be careful when he went after Simba... So, it's likely that to a significant extent, Nuka's death saved many lives, on both sides. He wanted to be a hero who saved his pride, and he sort of became one, albeit in a very indirect way.

So while some of this might sound rather far-fetched, it could be that Nuka really did "predict" his own death. And Kovu's betrayal. And Kovu falling in love with Kiara. And even orchestrated the log dam chase itself. And I personally think it would be brilliant if that was intention behind the writing in this movie. But Disney was absolutely ruthless with Nuka's character, that's for sure.

[buckydeniro]

BestFriendsDad!Bucky x Reader

A/N: i’m still working on part two of This Is Trouble and also the actual dfb!bucky series i want to write because i’m having a bit of writer’s block but! i wanted to post something because i felt bad that it’s taking so long agdkdhdjdh this kinddd of got away from me a bit i’m sorry if it’s way too long sgskdhdkdj

summary: you were just trying to bake secret cupcakes for your best friend for her secret birthday party but mr. barnes had to, like always, make it difficult.

trigger warnings: sexual tension, hints to sexy time, beginning of sexy time at the end, FLUFFFFFF, they are cute ok like wtf damn i’m alone

“You’re doing it wrong”

That stupid smirk with a voice. You internally sigh, stopping the mixing of the cupcake batter for your best friend’s, his daughter’s, surprise birthday party. Looking up at the ceiling, preparing yourself for Mr. Barnes to exhaust you with his teasing remarks.

Absolutely, no doubt you found him attractive, incredibly attractive. There have been your fair share of nights with your hand between your thighs and him in your mind.

“I’m not doing it wrong, asshat.” The last part you mumbled under your breath but he caught it, throwing his head back with a good laugh. You take a risk and flick your gaze to him, inhaling deeply at the sight of him leaning against the kitchen doorway with his arms crossed, watching you, a full smile on his face. You were always bickering with each other, all in good fun but you both knew that it was just to get some of the tension, that you both never brought up, out.

Rolling your eyes, turning back to the task at and, you try your best to focus when he starts walking towards you. “Asshat? I’ll let it slide.” He’s standing beside you, hands pressed to the counter, watching you stir as best as you can with his intoxicating self right beside you, causing your movements to falter.

“If you have something to say then say it.” He suppresses a cocky grin, loving how easy he can rile you up. “I’ve already said it, you’re doing it wrong, but I guess I have to show you. Move.”

“No.”

He barks out a laugh at the quick, clipped reply.

“C’mon, move.” You stand up straighter, half in defiance and half in trying to hide your body’s reaction when he removes his hands from the counter and god, he’s full on smirking now. You a hum a no which causes him to roll his eyes, “Fine.”

As quick as he said it, his hands are burning their signature into your waist, picking you up and moving you aside, sitting you and your now gaping mouth back down on your feet, squeaking out a shocked, “Hey!”

Chuckling, he slides his long fingers around the handle of the whisk that you are now barely holding on to. “Now,” He starts with an at eased smile, eyes locked on yours before he plucks the whisk from you and goes to the bowl. “You do it like this.”

You hate yourself. You absolutely hate yourself in this moment because all you can focus on is the way his hand is gripping the handle and moving it. Swallowing, pulling your eyes away from his hands, you mutter, “I was doing fine.”

A bold lie. Right through your teeth. You knew you somehow butchered up stirring. Fucking stirring. All because he was in the same room with you, burning a deadly stare through you.

Pausing his movements to laugh, he looks at you with those crinkles beside his eyes, proof of the huge smile you’re giving him.

And you can’t help but give up and let yourself smile back, chuckling to yourself now.

“Honey, I mean this in the nicest way possible.” Turning to rest his hip against the counter, his fingers lifting to brush your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear as he speaks. “You can’t bake for shit.”

You gasp, mouth falling into an o shape. “It’s! It’s not my fault!” You defend yourself as he crosses his arms over his chest, still resting against the counter, highly amused at your reaction. “Oh, it’s not?”

“No! And how was that the nicest way possible!”

Squinting your eyes at him as he laughs, grumbling under your breath. “I’ve made cupcakes before.”

“Mhm, sure you have, doll.”

“I have!”

Your heartbeat thumps wildly against your chest at the second pet name he’s called you not even within three minutes. Cocking his head to the side, still smiling. God, you want to wipe it off his face or kiss it off. You can’t decide.

You huff, turning away from him, busying yourself with folding a little towel, your cheeks heating up, feeling him study the side of your face. “You have to stop doing that.”

He’s a bit perplexed at your words, “Doing what?” God, this was so embarrassing. You’re going to have to actually say it. “Calling me honey and doll!”

“And why’s that?” Cockiness replacing his confusion in a blink of an eye. You have half the mind to just turn to him and tell him, because I already constantly think about you railing me and your best friends dad so that can’t happen. Oh! I’ve also masturbated to you and want to jump your bones and kiss you every time you walk into the room. Did I mention you make my body feel like it’s on fire without even touching me? No? Well, You make my body feel on fire without even touching me.

But, you choose to not go that route. Yet, you do turn to face him, “Because!” Great, you sound like a petulant child. Which is the exact opposite how you want him to view you. “You’re my best friends dad! You’re not supposed to make me feel stuff!”

“Yes, I’m aware of the title I have.”

You shoot him a glare.

He stares at you for a while, his eyes unreadable, dancing with something that sparkles. “Fuck it.” He shrugs, voice soft, gentle, matter of fact.

“What?” You release your bottom lip, having been biting it in anticipation of what he was going to say.

“Fuck it.” Blue eyes shining, that smile returning. “You are too good to pass by.” Your heart does a backflip, unable to conceal your smile. He brushes your hair from your face, something more is hanging between you two. Something more than just sex. But you both don’t mention it for the time beginning. It was too soon. “So, fuck it.”

Both doe eyed and grinning wildly at each other, “Fuck it.” You say.

“Fuck it.” He replies and you both begin laughing at the giddiness.

You both just stand there, in the middle of the kitchen, his fingers in your hair, the kitchen light a spotlight for the shared goofy smiles. Then he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing!”

Undeterred, he walks briskly and with purpose to his bedroom. “Showing you how too good you are to pass by.”

“What about the cupcakes!”

He jogs smoothly up the stairs, “We’ll go buy some from the store.”

It’s like he knows you’re about to throw a comment back and he beats you to it. “Besides, you suck at baking.”

“Are you kidding me!” The biggest smiles permanently displayed on both of your faces, laughing happily at each other. He gently kicks the door open and sits you down, your voices growing louder and your bodies moving closer, “I’m just saying the truth!” Words tumbling out the best they can through laughter and face hurting smiles, both of you speaking over the other, firing quips at left and right.

“The truth!”

“I’m being honest!”

“Honest!”

“Stop repeating what I’m saying! Is that all you can do!”

“I’ll repeat whatever you say if I want to! Don’t tell me what to do-“

His lips slam into yours, shutting you up. “Take off your clothes, right now. I mean it, do it.”

Completely taken back by the kiss, lips tingling, your core aching, clenching around nothing. You choke out, “On it.”

He snorts and you go to swat at his chest but he catches your wrist. “Finally found a way to shut you up.”

That stupid smirk.

“So fuck me until I can’t talk. That’s another way.”

That stupid smirk, wiped from his face and now displaying itself proudly on yours. His pupils grow dark, hunger and full on lust in his eyes. “Oh, doll, you’re really in for it.”

[twopoppies]

My Policeman Screening - Part 1

Let me start by saying these are comments from a friend who attended tonight’s screening. I haven’t seen the film. I’m just going to give you their commentary as they gave it to me. This is their initial message to me when the came out of the theater:

The movie just finished. IT’S FUCKING GORGEOUS I’m like shaking, it was so beautiful. I’m SO PROUD!! That’s what a performance with a competent director and supportive costars looks like, holy shit!!!

And DAVID FUCKING DAWSON!! EMMA!! And they kept Julia 😭😭😭

Just know I heard people being asked by staff what they thought and EVERYONE around me said EXCELLENT.

This is LONG. So long I have to split it into at least two posts. I’ll put everything under the cut for those who don’t want to see spoilers. And when I say spoilers, I mean it. This is pretty much scene by scene.

Harry gets the first billing on his own. So it opens on a beautiful shot of the water then it his name and then the title of the movie. 🥺🥺🥺 A true leading man!! I was already so proud to see that. Then everyone else gets billing during the opening shots of Patrick arriving.

Okay, from what I can remember in order: It opens with the older Tom and Marion at their home just as Patrick is being brought in from his assisted living facility. Older Tom immediately takes their dog out for a walk while Marion adjusts everything for Patrick in his new room.

She places a picture of her and Tom from their wedding day on a dresser facing the bed so Patrick sees it when he first lies down. Cue the first scream from these girls in the audience who would not stop their constant talking and  giggling because we saw a picture of Harry and Emma posed. 🙄🙄🙄

So it does begin with the older versions of the three. The difference from the book is that Marion is not writing a letter. A box of Patrick’s old things gets delivered and his diary is included. So she actually finds the diary and that’s what initiates a lot of the flashback sequences.

Tom is off walking the dog, Marion is trying to make Patrick comfortable. And then the first flashback is the scene on the beach with where Harry was wearing the blue shorts and vest.

Marion is sitting with Sylvie when Tom comes over. Sylvie’s part is drastically cut from the novel, so you don’t see her getting pregnant or married. She doesn’t tell Marion (or hint rather) that he’s gay like she does in the novel. You only see her in that opening scene to introduce the younger selves and then she teases Marion and tells Tom she doesn’t know how to swim.

Then Sylvie runs off with her boyfriend but we never see her again, she’s just referenced one other time.

They changed this bit from the novel too. Tom tells Marion he’ll teach her but he takes her to a public swimming pool full of families. So it’s a very cute and light scene with up tempo 50s music included. There’s a brief slow mo shot of Tom swimming and Marion being infatuated of course, to imply she’s already falling for him. The parents from the novel are cut too, no scenes with them. When Marion and Tom meet on the beach, he tells her there he just got back from the service and he’s already a Policeman. And she’s already a teacher.

Like the novel, they get to know each other by the swimming lessons and Tom says she must love books if she’s a teacher. He asks her if she knows about Art, she says a bit and there’s a sweet scene where she takes him to a library and they just sit in silence while he’s earnestly reading about an artist he found out about.

He asks her if he’d like to go to a museum since he knows someone that she can talk to about art. Enter younger Patrick.

And omg…when I tell you David Dawson was perfect. EVERYONE was perfect, especially the younger trio. But when I tell you the younger three has the BEST chemistry. And David instantly captivated me. What a presence!

So this is where Tom introduces Marion and Patrick for the first time.

Patrick asks if they would like to attend a play and Marion says sure. But as they’re walking out, Marion says something about attending (I didn’t catch it) but Tom says they can decline Patrick’s offer if she really doesn’t want to go. Marion says no, they should go since she doesn’t want to hurt Patrick’s feelings.

So this is when they go on their first outing as a group. And omg, they’re all so lovely together. If I didn’t know what was coming, I could’ve just watched them be silly as sing together while in a bar. David and Emma both have BEAUTIFUL voices!!

There’s a montage of the three in a bar, then driving together into the countryside for a picnic. Harry sings along with them but (and maybe this was a deliberate decision by the filmmakers) but you hear David and Emma’s voices over his. This montage of their outings is when you start to see the dynamic play out. In the theater, they sit MARION, PATRICK, TOM In the bar, Tom and Patrick grab each other to sign before Marion joins them. In the car going into the country, she’s sitting in the back while Patrick is driving and Tom is sitting up from with him 😭😭😭

Between the younger flashbacks, it did go back to the present. Older Tom stays away from older Patrick completely. Older Marion gives older Patrick his bath/meals/pills and reads his diary (unbeknownst to him).

As in the novel, older Patrick’s his mobility and speech are severely impaired. Rupert Everett gave a wonderful but heartbreaking performance.

The first entry Marion reads is the night Tom went to Patrick’s apartment to have his portrait drawn. So this differed from the novel too!

Those photos we got of Harry in costume with a bag and smoking a cigarette sitting on the beach happen right before he goes to Patrick’s apartment for the drawing session. His uniform is in the bag and, like the novel, he tells Patrick he brought it in case he wants him to wear it for the portrait. Patrick says yes, tells him to change they start.

They talk briefly, Patrick asks why he wanted to be a policeman. Tom says to help people, to which Patrick replies that’s how he differs from other cops. Tom questions him and Patrick says he keeps his distance because not all are like that. Then Tom gets defensive, he sits up straighter and gets this very almost robotic look (or more militarized) and says something like “the police only seek out criminal offences and take appropriate actions when they’re committed”

Patrick offers him a drink right away to change the subject. And then it cuts to them relaxed, Patrick is wearing Tom’s jacket and hat pretending to be a cop and making Tom laugh.

Tom says Patrick will probably think he’s a drunkard for having 3 scotches but Patrick says cops deserve to have fun after they clock out.So they both relax on the couch. And start talking. And this is where my mind glitched Because Gina 🥺🥺🥺

Okay…I swear to god this happened and I KNOW it happened because Patrick has a line about it and this fan I talked to after (that I’m 100% sure was a larrie because she mentioned it too)…The fan mentioned it.

You know that clip of the boys that everyone credits with turning them into a larrie? When Louis pushes his arm back because Harry just uses two fingers or so to stroke his arm

Okay, so in the SCENE Tom and Patrick are sitting on the same couch but a little bit always from each other cause they’re manspreading but Tom has his arm outstretched towards Patrick. So Patrick is kind of talking and then Tom just delicately, WITH THOSE SAME TWO FINGERS I’VE WATCHED OVER AND OVER AGAIN just slightly strokes Patrick’s neck. And my mind immediately went blank because I’VE SEEN HARRY DO THAT BEFORE.

but when I tell you my heart rate sped up because it was so gentle like some of the touches between Louis and Harry used to be.

Wtf wtf wtf. IDK, IMM ACTUALLY ONLY PROCESSING IT NOW AS I’M TELLING IT TO YOU.

So of course Patrick pauses. And Tom pauses. Then Patrick just goes for it. So they don’t have multiple sittings for the drawing, they put the blowjob scene here!

Tom initially says he’s “not like that” and Patrick dismisses it and goes for the kiss. And it’s so sweet and tentative before he gets down on his knees in front. You get a shot from behind the couch/Tom’s head then you just get Harry’s beautiful acting as he falls apart.

SUCK MY DICK OLIVIA WILDE. We need more QUEER pleasure represented on our screens. But I digress. 🤣

Then it cuts to Tom getting dressed quickly after and saying they can’t do this, it’s wrong. Then Patrick says, rightfully so, “YOU TOUCHED ME FIRST!” But Tom can’t argue with that so he flees. and it cuts back to older Marion finishing up the diary entry.

Her behavior never changes towards Patrick, she even shares a cigarette with him even though he’s not supposed to have any and she keeps trying to get Tom to see him.

So from the first blow job scene, Tom returns to the apartment drunk, asking Patrick if he’d keep drawing him. Of course Patrick is totally thrown off given how they parted before. But he sees Tom is drunk and doesn’t want his neighbors to find them again (during the first visit, a neighbor does come out but Tom is introduced as a cousin)

Tom is of course struggling with everything. He yells a bit. And oh Harry was so great. I told [another friend], I actually was able to get lost and (despite the rude crowd) JUST see Tom. I was so heartbroken for him.

But of course Patrick understands and they actually have sex. And oh wow…once again, OLIVIA WILDE SUCK MY DICK. 

It wasn’t raunchy but it was EXPLICIT. You see them together a few times. In the bed and on the couch with Patrick riding him, OH MY GOD!! It was beautiful shot!! It was actual GAY sex and not some bullshit scene with Harry’s head under a skirt.

You do see Harry completely nude from behind. I would say a step further than Brokeback Mountain, no full frontal. David is gorgeous, his bf is also lucky. 😂

DWD is fucking child’s play in comparison. The gays stay winning.

I told [my friend] gay sex should always be shot this way. It was obviously well choreographed. The riding scene had beautiful vertical lines of their bodies shot from a small distanceIt wasn’t obscene, it was supposed to show them falling apart together and it was lovely.

They end up in bed together with Tom’s head on Patrick’s chest and that’s where Patrick says he had a previous partner that was killed for being gay. So they decide to obviously keep their relationship a secret.

It was so natural and Harry looked so amazing. I was so strangely proud, again just to see him be able to do that and recognize it as art and have it be a part of such an important story.

I know people are gonna ask you, so just to get it out there: Tom tops in every scene. When they’re in bed, Patrick does switch positions with him but just to kiss along his neck. And honestly, for a second I thought we were getting a rimming scene because Harry kind of arched his back 😳 But then it cut away. That DID make my eyebrows go up a bit but then no. Good form though, Styles. And congrats Louis, you lucky mfer.

OH! Before Tom goes back, there is a scene where Patrick visits the gay bar mentioned in the novel. He thinks he ruined his moment with Tom, so he goes to find someone else. They go to an alleyway and he’s about to blow the guy when two cops come. Patrick escapes but his guy is arrested.

Part 2

Part 3