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finnitesimal · 7 months

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Ordem Paranormal Quarantena fucking knocked it out of the park it was insane Im grappling with so much I'm so insanely tired

There was a funny bit I was thinking of around the whole second bit where I was going Carol you hallmark protagonist fuck

Because first of all her name. that was the main part it's on the same level as Noel and Nick and Holly but there were also certain aspects of her character that in my delirious mind reminded me of the hypocrisy and drama of the typical independent business lady in a christmas movie as well as the I-can-do-no-wrong mindset of a romantic fantasy shoujo romance protagonist

And I thought. Man. There was a very clear path this story couldve taken with these characters and setting if it were not roleplay.

(note: not talking about the ccs or the actual characters but the Tropes the characters fall into and Could've been in generic science fiction horror)

A plucky new scientist with dreams to make a difference in an evil monster-ridden world and prove her skills despite being underestimated and looked down on by her friends and colleagues, and her direct senior with whom she has a negative relationship with due to his demonstrated lack of practical skill but mysterious higher connections to the board and therefore is ranked higher while she falls behind. She has moments of butting heads with him before the disaster breaks out in the facility and she has to struggle to stay alive and hidden until she's rescued by that same suddenly impressive senior with whom there's multiple tight spaces to be stuck with and convenient makeovers and sudden cold they have to share body warmth for. It's overWhelmingly easy to guess the plot

The plot in which None of the gang are mentioned. Because in this hypothetical B-list horror romance, they don't exist as people, but plot devices and tropes

They're there to provide funny moments and emotional weight as well as conflict to the overdone plot.

You have Luis, tank, everyman strongman with a soft heart and unclear but dangerous living conditions (poor). Probably the backup boyfriend in case the thing with Mikael doesn't work out, ends up sacrificing his life to save her due to some completely preventable situation cause she was too stubborn to listen, and gets a future project (maybe even a baby) named after him.

You have Jeffrey, funnyman, scapegoat, coward with zero friends and terrible priorities, multiple jobs (poor). Kind of useless, constantly infuriating and taking up space and meddling with things he doesn't know Anything about when she could've made a solution if he'd handed it over and dies to the zombies for the crime of irritating our protag.

Diego, hippie allegory, lives out of his backpack he literally calls his home, his life (poor) and has herbs (weedhead) that she'd try to be Fixing and eventually succeed in 'reforming' and sending him back to school due to her natural disposition in helping those in need.

You have Lucie, finally another girl, unfortunately in both horror and tropey romance, we Hate any other woman besides our all-powerful and beloved protagonist, so she's the nerd archetype but not the cute, efficient way our protag is nerdy but in the weirdo unnecessarily jargon-filled and Unappealing (unattractive) way. She dies the same way in the movie.

Benito was Made to be hated. It's the sly evil smirk and sunglasses and a beanie with the unprofessional labcoat and talking about things he doesn't understand like he does and taking her accomplishments and mocking her life as a scientist fighting to save the world and how he always seems to be looking down at her and definitely wouldve been the one to hide an infection and endanger the group he's the character whose death you're Meant to starting cheering for when he's dragged kicking and screaming onto the rusty laden, jagged roof and played with and pounced on till his insides squeeze out of him like toothpaste

Mattias was there so our protagonist could have her badass "I'm not like you I won't take a life because you're a coward" speech before he turns and nearly gets the group

Emi and Anderson were there so we could have a real man-to-man fatherly conversation about what it means to protect the ones you love and to pass on the torch as 'Leader' before he succumbs to the virus and begs to die before he hurts his girl, and so they could have wholesome pseudo-parenthood with a confused but reasonable child who absolutely understands that they're doing the right thing because they're the good guys and calls Carol mom when she's in danger near the end

It could've been a zombie survival plot about two arguably well-off individuals facing the consequences of a project they still believe could change the world and their tag-along group of meatshields to throw at the problem until their glorious melancholy escape where they're hailed as heroes for containing and eventually completing their groundbreaking research

and a horrific experience for a group of people who just wanted to make an easy few bucks till the next paycheck. They could've split those 50 dolalrs and jumped each other in the parking lot they didn't need to go through all that

Carol is driven, she's serious, she's ambitious and believes in the good that her research (the team's research) will bring and she's surrounded by people who don't understand that they're the good guys and are trying to find fault in her So she's willing to make sacrifices so she's willing to take it upon herself to decide who the team needs more she doesn't care if she dies as long as the world knows she saved it she needs to hear anything and everything people say in case it's about her or something she might care about it she's got braided hair and easily breakable glasses

Mikael is keeping things to himself to preserve his level of control over the situation because who knows what these guys are really like and he Saved them by telling them everything they need to know and they repay him by chopping his arm off? they're ungrateful and unserious So he kept himself safe while they had numbers and clues on their side They Managed Didn't They? Aren't they alive right now? they don't understand how important it is that he lives no one understands how important it is that Nidere lives he's got stylish curly hair and a fitted turtleneck

They both have a need to be heroes in a sense, to matter in the grand scheme of things they need to be at the forefront they need to be the ones who saved Everyone. Everybody is Only Alive because of THEM.

It's just really fascinating to me how. A different perspective of things kind of switches their roles as protagonists and cannon fodder

#late night thoughts on it #ordem paranormal quarentena #qpq spoilers #jeffrey bacon is my final girl

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lolasimms · 1 year

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a lots gonna change pt.6

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

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“So what are you doing after work today, princess?” you look up from your computer screen a painful excel spreadsheet gracing the screen, to meet the eyes of non other than Abby.

“It’s Y/n to you, and I’ve got a Pilates class in about” you look down to the two toned watch on your wrist. “30 minutes, so I should get going” You hurriedly grab your handbag from your desk and attempt to make your way past her. You’re shocked when you feel her strong arms hold onto your waist.

“Have I upset you or something, what’s the matter?” She searches your eyes, as you struggle to keep eye contact with her. You try force your way out of her grip but to no avail. Her buff arms caging you in.

“Can you please let go, I have somewhere I need to be” you groan and she finally releases you from her death grip. She shakes her head in amusement, finding your prissy behaviour to be somewhat cute.

“Is this about your wife, is she punishing you for my behaviour?” Her tone is playful and you wish you could smack that smirk off of her face.

“As a matter of fact it is, your persistence and unprofessional behaviour is causing issues for me.”

“Sweetheart I’ve been nothing but professional, your wife is just insecure. All I want is to be friends” you roll your eyes at her, how naive did she think you were.

“I mean it when I say this Abby, I don’t have the patience or capacity in my life to deal with any of this. You need to respect my boundaries and fuck off”

With that you make your way out of your office, honestly needing a break from any more unwanted social interaction.

—

“D you don’t understand the week I’ve had” you look over to your friend as she fills her water bottle at the water fountain.

“Tell me about it, I literally haven’t seen you since that night” you both cringe at the memory of the angst filled dinner that ended in an argument between you and Ellie.

“Well Ellie’s been acting horrible to me, we’ve been non stop fighting over the stupidest shit”

“I’m sorry girl, honestly if you ever need we can just leave the kids with Jesse and take a girls trip” you giggle at her suggestion but she’s dead serious.

“I doubt he’d appreciate that, plus I have work anyways”

“Speaking of, how has it been settling back in?” She asks as the two of you make your way up the stairs of the Pilates studio.

“It’s been good, aside from one of my colleagues who won’t stop hardcore flirting with me, she met Ellie and straight up kissed me in-front of her, twice!” You exclaim as the two of you place your keys and other belongings into your lockers.

Dina turns to you, eyes bulging and eyebrows furrowed. “You’re kidding right, I mean is she at least hot?” She questions wagging her eyebrows.

“Eww Dina, I’m literally married, you shouldn’t be encouraging that” you push her playfully as the both of you make your way over to the reformers.

“I was just asking, jeez” just as you’re about to tie your hair up into a ponytail you are interrupted by a woman asking you a question.

“Excuse mind if I use the machine next to you?” she asks with a smile. “I’m new here, it’s my first session”

“Sure go ahead, what’s your name?” You smile, looking at her as you finish tying your hair up.

“Amelia”

Amelia had never expected that she'd ever be the other woman, the phrase itself made her shudder, from embarrassment . Ever since her father had left them she always had trouble navigating relationships with sexual partners , that was no secret and her mother and sister never failed to remind her of it. Sure she had the looks like her sister, but when it came down to charm, she wasn't exactly what most people wanted in a partner. She was a hookup kind of girl, a quick fuck, a time passer specifically all the qualities of 'the other woman.’ God did it make her feel like shit. While her sister married rich, had a husband who was at her beck and call, perfect children who went to expensive Montessori school, Amelia was pushing 26 and yet she was unmarried, unloved and had no one.

That was until she met Ellie. The first time she met her was at a bar. She was tough to crack at first, always politely rejecting her advances and returning back to her drinks which pissed her off. The next few times that Ellie visited the bar, she was always slightly dishevelled, exhausted and snappy. Finally the first time she had given into her was in the stall of the bars bathroom, where she finger fucked her harshly, not bothering to even look Amelia in the eyes. Sure it wasn't sweet and she was extremely rough, but she saw it as a start and finally felt like she had met the one.

Soon enough they began meeting at hotels, but Ellie continued to abstain from physically penetrating her with the strap, it was always oral or fingers, no exceptions. This however changed when she began having fights with her wife, who she only mentioned to her when she was completely drunk. Amelia would've loved to act like she didn't care, but to picture her with a partner and a kid always drove her insane, it was her who should've been with Ellie.

She deserved someone like her, someone who would drop everything just to be at her feet. Not to mention that fact that her bitch of a wife had blamed her for not being able to go back to work, blamed her for not being around and blamed her for working too much, she hated the bitch just as much as she hated her sister and mother. She would do anything in her power to prevent them from being together, no matter what it took.

During the months when they began frequently meeting, Amelia could've sworn she had seen the look of love in Ellie’s eyes and it made her melt. She spoke less about her bitch wife, she spent more time with her and she would even kiss her. Amelia considered telling her wife so that she could have Ellie all to herself, but she had to be patient, she couldn’t get carried away.

It struck her when suddenly Ellie had become distant with her. She started ignoring her when she spoke, she wouldn't kiss her and most of the times she would make her face the other way while they made love. She knew the look in her eyes, she knew exactly what it was. It was guilt, Ellie had finally realised what she had done was wrong. With each interaction they had growing colder and colder, it was no surprise when she finally ended it that one night, the night when she had received phone call while she was half asleep.

Amelia was angry, angry that the love of her life was taken from her by some bitch and her daughter. She couldn’t upstage her sister, she could never have the perfect life and her mother would forever see her as a failure. No one ever stayed in her life, her mother had always told her she was the reason her father had left them and once again someone she loved had left her. Except this time she wouldn’t allow it, she would have Ellie even if it meant she’d have to kill.

To find you was her first task, and God was it easy. She knew Ellie had no social media, she hated that shit. So her first option was to check Vic’s page and Lo and behold, she had found a picture of you, Ellie and Vic at your daughters birthday party. She wanted to gag when she saw the way Ellie looked at you and her daughter, she was hers, hers only.

She found the tagged accounts and immediately found yours. Beach trips with your kid, dinner with Ellie, Pilates class-... she had to pause when she came across the photo of you a few other women and her sister. She had completely forgotten that her sister went to that stupid Pilates shit, and she wasn't surprised to find that you were apart of it. It was the perfect ploy for her to find out more about you, and destroy you.

Once she was able to come up with a fake reason as to why she wanted to join the Pilates class her stupid sister had given her a membership card, she was happy to know that she was one step closer to you. On the evening when all the try hards had met up at the Pilates studio, Amelia had to ensure she was normal, calm and collected. She had to refrain from grabbing the nearest dumbbell and hitting you across the head with it.

It was even harder when you had asked her what her name was with that empathetic smile of yours. It took everything in her not to yell out that she had been getting her cunt pounded by your wife for the past 5 months. She studied and observed you, and she couldn't figure out what Ellie even saw in you, what everyone saw in you. Every-time you or that dark haired friend of yours opened your mouths everyone in the studio would coo and praise the both of you. You got compliments from the other women without even trying and whenever the sparkle of your wedding ring caught her eye she felt like she would combust.

That same evening, after bidding everyone goodbye, Amelia had followed you and the other bitch you had come with. You had to drop your dumb friend first and she was honestly annoyed at the waste of her gas. Finally she saw the house, the one that would soon be hers and Ellie’s. She envied you, it was a beautiful home, the garden neatly trimmed and organised and the water feature out front bringing it all together. This would all be hers soon enough.

She couldn't wait till her and Ellie’s four sons could play out there, she would name their first born Eli and they would have the biggest wedding ever. Bigger than her sisters and then her mom would finally accept her and tell her she loved her. She had to shake her head and laugh, she was getting ahead of herself, first destroy the marriage, give Ellie time and then swoop her as fast as she could. She copied down the address and prepared for what was to come.

You were engrossed in an episode of who wants to be a millionaire, a glass of moscato in hand. The house was quiet, with Lila having her nap and Ellie being out with her work friends. Truly you were enjoying your Saturday afternoon, blissed out and unwinding. Just as you sunk further into the sofa, your peace was disturbed when you heard the familiar ring of the doorbell. You rolled your eyes as you made your way towards the door. Upon opening the door you were confused to see the random woman from your Pilates class. Had you forgotten something there yesterday?

“Uh, hi. I’m not sure if you remember me, I’m Amelia” she smiles, tucking a stray piece of her honey blonde hair behind her ear.

"I'm so sorry, but this is really random, what do you want to talk about Amelia, is this about Pilates class?" You nervously giggle as you remain standing at your door, anxious as ever.

"It's not about Pilates, but can we sit, I really don't want to-" she tries but you cut her off and begin.

"My daughters upstairs asleep and I don’t feel comfortable letting you in, as I don’t really know you. Look, just tell me I'm sure it's fine" you insist and she shakes her head before looking you dead in the eye.

"Your wife and I have been having an affair for the past 5 months"

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https-furina · 10 months

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22. “stop making me laugh!” with thoma

✎ my favourite distraction.

ft. thoma x gn!reader

prompt: "stop making me laugh!"

w.c. 600 words

content: fluff, established relationship, reader also works at the kamisato estate, they can't help but not be a cute couple at all times /j

a short laugh escapes your lips as you watch the pained face your boyfriend is making, mid-conversation to one of the kamisato clan's maids. he's sending you looks, his eyes darting over as if warning you to keep your mouth shut. his lower lip is tugged between his teeth, chewing at the plump flesh as a smile cracks on his face when the maid looks down to dig something out of her uniform pocket. you're waiting - albeit not so patiently - for your boyfriend to finish his clearly unamusing conversation with the maid, she's new and you can't exactly pinpoint her name in your mind anywhere.

thoma would be damned if he kept looking at you anymore, stifling a laugh as he strategically turns his back on you under the guise that he's dusting the vase beside him. it'd already be promptly dusted earlier this morning, by you nonetheless but the maid didn't need to know that. this isn't to say that either of you had habits of being unprofessional in the workplace in regards to your relationship together considering that you are colleagues but sometimes the stiff environment the other employees of the kamisato clan create needs lightening up a little. on a good day, you may catch lady ayaka or even lord ayato amused by your bickering, sending a look across the courtyard when thoma yells out in alarm when you splash him with soapy water.

the maid disappears after passing a key to thoma - the one you familiarly recognise as the one belonging to ayato's office - and he's quick to saunter over to you, pressing a firm kiss to your lips that you can't help but smile during as you let a hand wander into ginger locks.

"stop making me laugh!" thoma scolds, grinning as you give him one last peck, separating in order to be professional, "the poor girl looked so confused!"

you shrug, continuing to mop at the wooden floorboards the pair of you stand on - that wasn't why you was waiting on thoma but you figured you may as well get this chore done while you're at this part of the estate. thoma shakes his head at your carefree attitude, biting his lip as he watches you for a moment.

"do you need something? you're distracting me." you tease the tall ginger male, who lets out a scoff and flicks at your forehead with his pointer finger and thumb. you yelp, pouting as you puff your cheeks and rub at the spot in feigned pain.

"yes, you're supposed to have something for me," thoma rolls his eyes with a smile at your dramatic attitude, watching you pull out a neatly folded piece of paper - he's almost surprised she didn't fold it into origami again, "did she write everything down this time?"

"i made sure she did - i even went over the pantry with her." you beam, resting your chin on the top of the mop in your hands. thoma drowns in the colour of your eyes, wide and sparkling as you look at him. part of him wishes it wasn't work hours so he could pull you back to bed, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck as your hands run through his hair. he clears his throat suddenly, surprising you but he smiles to brush it off.

"look who's being the distracting one now," thoma wouldn't admit his previous thoughts but they linger in his mind, he's so close to grabbing your hand and whisking you away just to hear your laugh and suffocate in the scent of your perfume, "my favourite distraction."

#— 🧁 sugar ‘n’ spice #https-heizou #genshin x you #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #thoma x reader #genshin thoma #thoma #genshin fluff #genshin x reader

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usafphantom2 · 2 years

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USAF is keeping an eye on the MQ-28 Ghost Bat for the NGAD program

Australian Ghost Bat Drone will be able to pair with the U.S. NGAD system.

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 08/28/2022 - 10:36 AM Military

Air Force Secretary Frank Kendall indicated that the U.S. Air Force could incorporate the Australian-made Boeing MQ-28 Ghost Bat drone into the Next Generation Air Dominance (NGAD) family of systems, according to media reports.

Citing China's technological superiority and aggressive acts in the region, Kendall also said that the U.S. may be willing to cooperate with Australia in long-range attack capacity.

"I'm talking to my Australian colleagues in general about the NGAD family of systems and how they can participate," Kendall said about the Ghost Bat drone, formerly called "Loyal Wingman," the first aircraft to be manufactured in Australia in half a century.

The RAAF wants to put the drone into operation in 2024-25. The plan is to unite the MQ-28 with existing manned combat aircraft, such as the F-35A, F/A-18F Super Hornet poaching and EA-18G Growler electronic attack aircraft, and air combat, reconnaissance and surveillance missions. It could also serve as a 'protective' role for high-value air assets, such as KC-30 tankers and E-7 Wedgetail early warning aircraft.

Kendall told Breaking Defense that the United States and Australia are "having preliminary discussions" about the purchase of the MQ-28 Ghost Bat "as a risk reduction mechanism" for NGAD's drone capacity.

“I think there is a lot of mutual interest in working together. And we will sort out the details in the coming weeks," Kendall said after meeting with the newly appointed head of the Royal Australian Air Force, Robert Chipman, on August 22.

Australian Deputy Prime Minister and Defense Minister Richard Marles (left), with U.S. Air Force Secretary Frank Kendall during a bilateral meeting at the Pentagon, Washington DC. (Photo: Australian Department of Defense)

Australia and the United States, along with the United Kingdom, deepened their defense relationship in 2021, when President Joe Biden announced the "AUKUS" partnership to share military technology, starting with nuclear-powered submarines.

In public comments in Canberra, Kendall and Chipman described China's air superiority and aggressive actions, including a dangerous interception of Chinese J-16 fighters that damaged an Australian surveillance P-8 over the South China Sea. During the meeting, the Chinese aircraft released a chaff cargo that entered the engines of the P-8 and damaged its exterior.

“They are as formidable a strategic opponent as I've ever seen. We are in what I consider a race for military technological superiority with the Chinese," Kendall said, according to local media.

Chipman said that China's aggression would not prevent the RAAF from flying over international airspace.

In an interview on June 9, the commander of the U.S. Pacific Air Forces, General Kenneth S. Wilsbach said that the Chinese meeting with the Australian P-8 and a similar meeting with Canadian aircraft were dangerous.

Artistic design of the U.S. NGAD.

"This is not just unprofessional. It is definitely dangerous and unsafe," Wilsbach said at PACAF headquarters at the Pearl Harbor-Hickam Joint Base, Hawaii.

"I ask the Chinese Air Force to intensify and be professional," he added. “Australians and Canadians, as well as the U.S., have been, are and fly in international airspace. They have every right to do so in accordance with international law. And the Chinese do not have the right to damage an aircraft that is operating under international law."

But China doesn't see it that way.

China believes that the airspace over the Taiwan Strait is its sovereign territory, as well as airspace strips over the South and East China seas, where it claims waters in territorial disputes with the Philippines and Vietnam.

Kendall's trip echoes a two-week August trip through Pacific air bases and meetings with allies and partners made by the Chief of Staff of the Air Force Gen. Charles Q. Brown Jr. Kendall's visit will not include visits to new partners, but includes stops at U.S. air bases in Guam and Alaska and air bases in Australia and Japan.

Kendall said that the militarization of China in the South China Sea has implications for Australian national security. China has also signed a grassroots agreement with the Solomon Islands, east of Sydney, creating a new strategic dilemma for the U.S. ally.

At a September 2021 "2 + 2 meeting" between U.S. Secretaries of State and Defense and their Australian colleagues in Washington, D.C., Australian Defense Minister Peter Dutton answered a question saying that the U.S. and Australian air forces would have "greater and more frequent engagement".

In July, the B-2s were sent to Royal Australian Air Force Base in Amberley for a bomber task force mission. In Canberra, Kendall signaled that the United States would be willing to cooperate with Australia if it required an indigent long-range attack capability.

"If I saw that you had a requirement for long-range [attack capacity], then we would be willing to talk to [Australia] about it," Kendall said, according to local media. The comments extended to the potential joint development of the long-range B-21 stealth bomber.

"I don't think there is any fundamental limitation in the areas in which we can cooperate," Kendall added.

Source: Air Force Magazine

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qblester · 1 year

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[Notice:Public Apology]27/12

I am writing to sincerely apologize for my behavior over the past years. I am aware that I have been involved in a number of public arguments with superiors, colleagues, research subjects, private civilians, and unrelated parties, and that this has had a negative impact on the workplace, my relationships with coworkers, possible research associates, and those who may seek to do business with the company.

I want to assure you that this is not the kind of behavior that I want to engage in or that represents who I am. I realize now that my actions have been unprofessional, cruel, vindictive, childish and inappropriate, and I deeply regret the harm that I have caused to both individuals and Gilhue as a corporation.

I understand that as an employee, it is my responsibility to maintain a positive and respectful work environment, attitude, and daily life, and I failed to do so. I take full responsibility for my actions and am committed to making amends and improving my behavior going forward. It is because of my actions that important research and medical appointments, as well as other important operations, have been in the past halted or paused at inopportune times and this has caused an unknowable amount of harm to all of those around me.

I am willing to do whatever it takes to repair the damage that I have caused and to be a better and more productive member of the team, company, and society as a whole. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me and to give me the opportunity to show that I can be a valuable and positive contributor.

Direct any questions regarding current status, past status, or future status of 006 to this page. Do not send questions regarding 006 to any other branch of Gilhue, any board directors that you know of, or my person communicative channels. Thank you for your patience in handling this manner.

Doctor Witting, Handler.

#ooc: ^lol fag had to write an apology among other things

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beomcoups · 2 years

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Risky Business

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ceo!Hoseok x secretary!reader

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛: Suits and Ties: A Sope Collab

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff, PWP, corporate au, established relationship au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, oral sex (both receiving), public sex, small foot fetish, biting, scratching, backshots, creampie

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.5k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He is your boss, and you know your thoughts about him are unprofessional. But what can you do if he feels the same way?

𝐀𝐍: thank you thank you and thank you to @playmetheclassics for looking for this for me 🖤

“Shh, stop, they are going to hear us.”

“I don’t care.”

It’s midnight in Paris, and you two are staying in a prestigious hotel for a business trip. You are in a boardroom with Hoseok, and he is on his knees with your panties in his mouth. You are his secretary, and he is the CEO of one of the world’s biggest fashion labels. He just finished successfully putting out his latest collection on the runway, and he wanted to celebrate with you, his girlfriend. Little did you know, that included wine and his mouth on your sweet nectar.

“You are crazy,” you tease him, closing your legs slightly.

He takes your panties and sniffs them, his eyes full of lust as he puts them in his pocket.

“Yeah, I’m crazy,” he taunts you, kissing your foot. “I’m crazy about you.”

You roll your eyes at the corny line, watching him place small delicate kisses on your foot. You have been dating for over a year, deciding to keep your relationship a secret. You let HR know to avoid losing your jobs, but you also didn’t want the hard glares from your colleagues and the rumors to spread. If it were up to Hoseok, the world would know, and he would have you on a high pedestal. But you like what you have, something that is just between you and him.

“You are a goddess. You know that?” Hoseok praises you. “You made everything go so well today. Where would I be without you?”

He works his way up, caressing your legs with his hands, nipping at you along the way. Your skirt is hiked up, exposing your ass perched on the long grand table. You are dripping in anticipation of him, and he knows it, pausing to look into your eyes. Finally, he reaches your folds, giving you one big lick.

“Fuck Hoseok,” you bite your lip at a loss of words. “You’re the only one that can—”

He dives in and devours you, cutting you off, his lips sucking you in, sending shock waves through your spine. His greediness turns you on, and you sit up, watching him ravish you like you were dessert. His tongue flicks your clit, and you grab a handful of his hair, riding his face to his movements. You admit that you enjoy dominating his face, holding his wrists down while spreading yourself all over him. You wrap your legs around his neck, bringing him closer. He slides a finger into you, and you stifle a moan, afraid of people hearing you in the hall.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers against your thigh.

He slides another finger in, and his eyes fixated at your sweet core, flattening his tongue against your clit and finger thrusting into you at a fast pace. A jolt of pleasure takes over your body as you reach under your shirt to play with your nipples. You keep begging him to keep going. Your moans filling the room.

“You like this, baby?” He coos with you still in his mouth.

“Fuck, yes. Don’t stop. Please.”

You feel drunk, drowning in pleasure at the sinuous nature; he tastes you, uncaring anyone could walk in at any time. Your need for him supersedes any care you had before, and he knows it, not holding back. Your breathing hitches and your legs buckle, warning him that you will let go.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum in my mouth.”

That’s all it took for you to come undone, bursts of ecstasy flowing out of you screaming his name, bound to alert someone that might be walking by. You shudder uncontrollably, and he holds your legs in place, digging his nails into your thighs. He slows down his movements, allowing you to come down from your glorious peak, and you lift a little to examine his face. The evidence of your crime is all over him, and you lift him, tasting yourself on his lips. His hands frame your face, deepening the kiss, soft moans escaping his lips. You feel the bulge in his pants get bigger, and you reach down and start to unbuckle his belt, eager to have him in your mouth.

“No...not here,” he says, taking your hands off his belt. “Someone is coming.”

You make it unnoticed, and you punch in your respective floor numbers to your separate rooms. You turn around and see someone is trying to open the door, and you quickly come off the table and adjust your shirt and skirt. You rush to the opposite doors and exit as the other doors open with a flashlight. You make it to the elevator unnoticed and punch in your respective floor numbers to your rooms.

“Now, why would you do that?” Hoseok inquires, pulling you in closer. “You know you’re staying the night with me.”

“Am I?” You tease him, your lips brushing against his.

The elevators open to your floor, and you shrug, pushing him against the elevator walls and kissing him some more.

“I guess you made your decision.”

The doors open once more, and he leads you out by hand, walking you over to his door. It opens to a massive suite that you thought only existed in movies. However, you aren’t given time to look around as he guides you by the hips to the kitchen, lifting you and placing you on the counter.

“Who would have known midnights in Paris makes you like this. We should come here more often,” you joke, pulling on his shirt.

He kisses you ravenously, pushing your skirt up to your hips as you tear his shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere, the carnal flame of lust engulfing you two as you tear each other’s clothes off. You mark him with small bites along his collar bone, your adrenaline rushing and showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. His hand slowly grasps your throat, lifting your head to kiss your lips. “You are so naughty,” he whispers. “When we go back to work next week, I will bend you over my desk and fuck you hard.”

“Please,” the thought of getting fucked roughly from behind excites you, your core brimming and soaking wet. “I want to get fucked like that.”

You break away from him, sliding off the counter and down on your knees, tugging at his pants and pulling them down with his briefs, exposing his dick already dripping with precum. Your mouth salivates at the pretty sight, and you lick your lips, placing your hand on his thick length.

“Can I? Please?” You plead with your eyes, your mouth dangerously close to the tip. His thumb brushes against your cheek softly, tracing the outline of your lips. He nods, and you kiss it, slowly taking him in. His taste fills your insides with joy, your lips wrapped around his cock like a lollipop. You gaze up at him, watching him shudder, a smile spreading on your face with satisfaction.

“You are so filthy,” he moans, his hands gripping your hair tightly. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth until I’m ready to fuck you properly, okay?”

You nod, allowing Hoseok to push your head further towards him, sinking in his dick further into your mouth. You suck him harder, stroking his shaft as you watch him submit to your pretty lips, making him feel good. You love watching him lose focus as his cum drips down your throat; you know he needs that, and so do you. You make it a regular habit of sucking him off, especially when you two are at work, sneaking underneath the desk and pleasuring him while he is in between meetings.

“You are so pretty, baby,” he grunts, stroking your mouth with his cock. “The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

He pulls himself out of your mouth, stands you up, and walks you over to the table. He shoves everything onto the floor, papers flying everywhere. You giggle in excitement, letting him bend you over the table and fuck you roughly from behind, your craving for him strong and immediate. Your moans quickly turn into screams, clinging onto the table as his thrusts come quick and hard. “Fuck baby,” you whimper. “I want you so bad. Please fill me up with your cum.”

Hoseok positions himself to go deeper inside of you; your labored breath stops you from forming any coherent words.

“I’m going to fuck my cum into your tight cunt, baby. I’m going to fill you up so good. You won’t be able to move.”

His thumb rubs your oversensitive clit, jolts of please surging throughout your body as you are sent over the edge. Your legs shudder, white stars taking over your vision as you scream his name with his hand over your mouth. He keeps his promise, slamming thrusts of climax into you with his hot load seeping into you. It makes you happy when he gets to this point, kissing you and holding you close.

“I love you,” he whispers in your ear. “I really couldn’t do any of this without you.

He slowly pulls out of you, turning you around and kissing you again. You automatically melt into his naked arms, everything disappearing except you and him. You are in love with your boss and you know it's risky business but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Imagine being a vigilante and occasionally taking small jobs for Billy Russo.

(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

The night was cold, wind bit at every inch of your skin that wasn't covered. The otherwise quiet darkness was filled with a variety of soft sounds: river waves crashing against the bank, buoys' bells ringing cautiously every time the calm tide moved them up or down. For New York, it was the calmest time long with crisp early mornings.

Billy stood with his back to you, staring at the lights of the shipyard across the river. A nearby dim streetlamp shone only on the left side of his face. With each exhale, his breath was slightly visible. He could have easily been a cartoonish villain from a popular TV show: long coat, leather gloves, well-groomed appearance and nighttime meetings. Billy has learned to recognize your barely audible steps and the sound of your leather coat flailing in the wind. He turned around and looked at you with a bright expression on his face. Was he happy to see you or did he, generally, have a good day?

"Watcher," he called out with a smile. "Missed me, sweetheart?"

"Billy Russo." The name felt oddly exciting on your tongue. Whatever task he had for you, it was going to be demanding but in the best possible way. Similarly to the beloved Sherlock Holmes, you felt best when challenged. "Do you call all of your colleagues 'sweetheart'?"

"Only my favorite ones."

You let out something between a scoff and a laugh at his comment. He had a proud grin on his face, visibly proud of the reaction he got from you. Billy Russo was a cheeky, charming man and that's what made you wary of him at first - it's always the sweet talkers that get good people in terrible trouble. It was obvious that your relationship with him was steadily becoming unprofessional but you couldn't find it in yourself to stop that change.

"What can I do for you tonight, mister Russo?"

He unknowingly straightened his back hearing your official tone.

"Plenty of things I'm sure. Mainly this."

Billy walked closer to you and pulled out a file from the inside of his jacket. The folder was bent in the middle as if somebody kept it folded. Curious, you opened the file and quickly scanned the first page: picture, names, locations, transfers.

Billy studied your focused expression with utmost interest. You had a habit of nibbling on the inside of your cheek when you were concentrated - something he had noticed quite early on from his engaging studies of your face, especially lips.

You closed the file with one hand and put it inside your jacket, similarly to how Billy brought it, and looked up at him. There was something odd in his eyes as if the brown of his irises was weaved with mischief.

"Will that be all?" you asked. Your eyes didn't leave his, although the more reasonable side of you was telling you to - don't give him the wrong idea, (Y/N). But, maybe, it was you, who had the 'wrong idea' first.

"I'm sure you could do other things for me, princess." Billy Russo was the kind of man you wanted to kiss and slap, all at the same time. He treaded (more like danced, really) a dangerous line but did so gloriously and suspiciously skillfully.

"I'm all ears, mister Russo."

You couldn't have said a better thing. A curious smile appeared on his face as if he just then thought of a perfect task to trouble you with.

"I'm afraid I can only elaborate on it in private."

Billy Russo had a great way with words.

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hologramcowboy · 2 years

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Gonna add my response under a Keep Reading link since it might offend some J/D fans. Warning: This post includes my view and it might result as super critical of Jensen to AAs and such. It's just my view, please take what resonates and ignore the rest.

For those who want the really short version, here's the final conclusion, which sums everything up: "I am sure he's learned from the podcast experience, he is always quick to adapt but I hope he takes the time to go deeper and learn more about his image and the best practices because I know it will give him the edge he's been lacking."

Hi, Anon!

Just one thing, you say Jensen and Danneel are good at PR. Making bad attempts at it and desperately flinging spaghetti to the wall hoping it would stick is not being good at PR or self-marketing. It's the opposite. Danneel's conceptions of marketing herself is being as scandalous as possible, making scandalous remarks (check her Divas podcast and you will see an excellent example, through the whole live she tries to shock her co-stars and whoever is watching by playing the cougar and even bringing up cheating in a desperate ploy for even more attention and getting talked about), dressing like fashion victim, and generally being as loud, obnoxious and weird as possible. Not to mention attending events she has no business attending in the hopes of fake scoring credits. Each even has its timing, each acting tier its steps and no journey is the same but being professional is key.

Danneel's approach is the kind of approach wannabe groupies take to fame or the infamous trashy British celebrities you see on tabloids, for example.

As for Jensen, I am sure he believes he is in the know but his results say otherwise. If it wasn't for public interest his career would have died down years ago and he's only know picking up a few things from his colleagues. He's lucky he is him, as in no matter what he does, the press covers his a** and his mistakes. Yet he cannot seem to muster gratitude about that and resolve to be more proactive and professional.

They are both using the shock factor but that's to be used only within certain contetxs and with a certain audience and with great preparation behind it to avoid backlash.

You are right in pointing out that everything Danneel does is to score points and get talked about, this includes her complaints about her fans and her haters. It's all geared at getting attention, establishing as relevant with no actual talent, character or value to back it up. This has been going on for years and so far it's been working only because people subjugate to her because she is married to Jensen. In other words, people know she is a faker, they just look the other way because well, Jensen.

So he's got almost the whole of fandom covering him, supporting him, appreciating Danneel even if they dislike her, etc and yet he chooses to be irresponsible, unappreciative and to focus on divorce rumors. This is not counting media platforms, journalists, etc in his corner. He has the whole world at his feet so to speak but acts arrogantly and this is bound to alienate the very people that brought him to this stage of his career. Unlike Jared, he didn't have the powerful relationships to land a lead on something when SPN ended. This is due to his image because he has no lack of opportunities to network. It's just that networking is useless if it is done with a "I am better than everybody" attitude like the one displayed on the podcast for example or the one often exemplified by Danneel.

Jensen can and might want to recommendedly either get some coaching or hire someone to handle his image before he tanks his career.

In the industry, talking about what happened on sets is unprofessional unless you are doing it to praise the cast or within a talk about the project context. So no trash-talking ex colleagues, PAs, directors etc, because it's a fast way to get blacklisted by those very professionals. If you can't promote their work in beautiful ways why would they want to work with you?

Jensen is Jensen so he gets away with a lot because he is super attractive but attractiveness doesn't matter when lack of professionalism starts impacting work and, therefore, the work of all those involved with him.

I am sure he's learned from the podcast experience, he is always quick to adapt but I hope he takes the time to go deeper and learn more about his image and the best practices because I know it will give him the edge he's been lacking.

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supercalvin · 4 years

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Possible prompt. Modern AU were Merlin and Arthur are married, but Arthur's colleagues have never met or heard about Merlin in a few stories because Arthur is a Consummate Professional ™. Merlin interacts with the colleagues in a BAMF sort of way before they know who he is to Arthur, only for that sweet sweet relationship reveal.

I’M SO SORRY THIS GOT LOST IN MY INBOX BECAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I went with a little different POV, so I hope you still like it. Thanks for the prompt!

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Aredian had been close friends with MP Uther Pendragon in the 80s. (Those had been the good days, at the height of Pendragon’s political career, when sorcery had been in its proper place.) At first it had appeared that Uther’s son would follow in his footsteps, as he had been working at the same law firm as Uther had before he ran for office. But then Arthur had abruptly left. Aredian wasn’t the only one surprised, as Uther had been caught publicly berating his son for his actions in the weeks following his sudden departure.

Now it appeared the young Pendragon was working at a small pro-sorcery not-for-profit organization. What a pity.

Aredian had been hired by Amata Corp, a frequent client of his since the 80s, to handle a simple case that Aredian had seen a thousand times. It was a sorcerer claiming a discrimination lawsuit against their employer, claiming he was fired for his magic. Although laws had been passed at the turn of the century against magical discrimination, Aredian had easily found loopholes for cases like these.

But when he arrived at the Camelot City courthouse, he had been thrown off by the sight of Arthur Pendragon as the opposing attorney.

“Hello, Aredian,” Arthur had said, holding out his hand. Aredian had shaken his hand, but did not respond, so surprised to see his friend’s disowned son.

To say that Aredian had been caught off guard would be an understatement. The case had lasted longer than he had anticipated. Arthur was a better lawyer than he had expected. And the judge had been more favorable to sorcery than any of the judges he had met before.

The judge had ruled in the young Pendragon’s favor. The sorcerer, a young lad who looked like a washed-up criminal in Aredian’s opinion, burst into tears and Arthur bent down to engulf the man in a hug. For a moment, Aredian was reminded of Uther’s late wife, Ygraine. She had always been a soft caring woman.

As they exited the courthouse, Aredian stopped Arthur out on the front steps. It was a warm day in Camelot City and people were milling about, eating lunch in the sun or rushing into the court house before they missed their appointments.

“Arthur. I wanted to say congratulations today.”

Arthur looked suspiciously at him, but took his hand in a firm grip, “Likewise, Aredian. You did well.”

Aredian nodded, “I must say, I was quite surprised when you left to work for that little organization.”

Arthur raised a brow, “Albion Rights isn’t exactly small, but I suppose it’s small compared to some of the corporations that hire you.”

“Hm,” Aredian said, “We used to be great friends, but I haven’t spoken to your father in so long.”

“Funny, neither have I,” Arthur said, obviously not taking Aredian’s attempts at getting information out of him.

Aredian was about to ask Arthur more about his work, just to see what he would say, but they were cut off by a loud commotion at the bottom of the courthouse steps. It wasn’t uncommon for news crews to gather around the Camelot City courthouse, especially if a politician was scheduled to be there sometime that week.

They both turned to see who it was, and in the back of Aredian’s mind he wondered if Uther would suddenly appear.

Instead Aredian felt his lip curl as Merlin Emrys stepped out of a black car. Aredian didn’t know much about MP Emrys, besides the fact that he had taken the young people of Camelot by storm, running as a pro-magic candidate. In the 80s, Aredian had remembered his father, Balinor, constantly causing riots and protests. It appeared his son would be the same kind of ruffian, except he opted for a law degree and a political career rather than a rebel rouser.

The young politician spoke with the news crew for a bit, and Aredian turned to Arthur to get his opinion. “You know I met Emrys’ father a few times.”

Arthur didn’t look amused, “I’m fairly certain you mean that you were the prosecutor against him.”

Aredian shrugged, “That is beside the point. He was always a… well, anyways. Do you know much about his son?”

Arthur’s lips twitched upward, and it was as Aredian had thought, the young Pendragon was fully in support of sorcery. He had obviously been late in his rebellious phase. No wonder Uther had reprimanded the boy.

“A bit,” Arthur said, “He worked at Albion Rights before running for MP.”

“Ah, I see. So you’ve worked together?”

They were interrupted again when the news crews disbanded, leaving Emrys to walk up the steps of the courthouse unhindered. He was dressed in a navy suit, but his undershirt lacked a tie and the first button of his shirt was unbuttoned. It was unprofessional in Aredian’s opinion.

When Emrys caught sight of Arthur, he immediately smiled and changed course. Emrys seemed to hesitate when he caught sight of Aredian, but he still stepped up to them.

“I forgot you were scheduled to be here today,” Emrys said to Arthur, with a soft smile. He was nothing like the politicians of Aredian’s day, so soft and kind.

“Of course you did,” Arthur laughed, turning to Aredian, “Merlin, this is Aredian Hopkins.”

“Ah, of course,” Merlin nodded and held out his hand, “My father has mentioned you before.”

Aredian doubted it was in good terms, but he took the offered hand, nonetheless. As Emrys’ hand was outstretched, Aredian caught sight of the small rainbow cufflinks and the Druid tattoo on the inside of his wrist, a triskelion with an interwoven dragon. Unprofessional, indeed.

“I’ve heard much about you, Emrys. You’ve certainly taken everyone by surprise,” Aredian said diplomatically. “Arthur was just telling me that you worked with him previously.”

“Did he?” Merlin turned to Arthur, and they seemed to have a quick silent conversation. They must have come to some sort of conclusion because Emrys said, “Yes, I was the one to encourage him to join Albion Rights.”

“Ah, is that so?” Aredian said, so Arthur knew Emrys fairly well. He had been playing coy, to Aredian’s surprise. He didn’t think he had it in him and Aredian found himself to be mildly impressed by Arthur.

“Yes, I had met Merlin briefly in law school and then again at a law conference. We started talking. Arguing mostly.” Arthur said, a lilt of fondness in his voice.

“I would say I won most of those arguments,” Merlin said with a smug grin that Aredian didn’t take too kindly to. “But I can’t stay to reminisce. I’ve an appointment in a few minutes. It was nice to meet you, Aredian.” He turned to Arthur, “Are you headed to the office?”

Arthur nodded, “Then I’ll be home.”

“Dinner?” Merlin asked.

“I’ll make it,” Arthur promised, “My treat.”

“Perfect.”

Then, to Aredian’s surprise, MP Merlin Emrys leaned forward and pecked a kiss to Arthur’s cheek, right next to his lips. It could have been a friendly kiss on the cheek, except Arthur smiled fondly and said, “See you tonight, love.”

As he left, Aredian did not compose himself in time, and Arthur caught him looking gob smacked.

Arthur’s smug grin was irritating to say the least.

“Did I not mention MP Emrys is my husband?” Arthur said, obviously delighted over it. “Perhaps you should do some more research on your local MP, Aredian.” He patted Aredian on the shoulder, a little too friendly for Aredian’s tastes.

“I look forward to seeing you in the court room again,” Arthur said, and turned to leave.

Aredian was fuming for the rest of the day.

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spencergourdgourdler · 3 years

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sleepovers (chapter 1) (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Spencer and profiler!reader seem to be sleeping over at each others places a lot.

Next Chapter

cw: alcohol?? and none other than that

A/N: This is my first fic ever and I am nervous!! This will be a multiple part series and you will have it all: fluff, smut, and a lil angst. Hope you enjoy and please let me know if i need to add anything to the cw list!

word count: 2k :)

“Here you go, a glass of water for you and a glass of wine for me.” you said as you place his Lego Movie glass down on his desk. Spencer didn’t raise his eyes from the case file he has been reading but didn’t hold back on his comments.

“You really should drink more water Y/N,” which you replied, faking an offended voice. “Hey, I drink enough water, okay?”

“Funny you say that, because I actually have been keeping track of your water intake. You drank 1.26 litres of water today and with your daily intake of 2 cups of coffee, several cups of tea and well, alcohol I can guarantee you that isn’t enough.” Spencer said as he smirked proudly.

You rolled your eyes at his smug face. “How- ugh fine Spencer, I will drink more water,” you admitted . “After I drink this glass of wine.” It was your turn to smile now.

He furrowed his eyebrows and turned to the case file he was studying while you finally got to relax and turn to your book on his nice sofa.

You have been doing this with him a lot. Hang out. Casually. In silence. You guys would come back from a case, you would carpool to yours or his place and then watch a movie, have dinner (or breakfast, depending on what time you guys land in D.C) or this. You would relax together, enjoying each other's company silently.

It started after a very hard case, not long before you started and the resident genius offered to take you home because he assessed that you would probably break down, said something along the lines of how dangerous it is to drive while crying. He wasn’t the best or the most experienced driver out there but he wanted to make sure you got home safely.

You were very shaken up that day, not having seen a brutal murder-suicide happen before your eyes in your life, so you took up his offer and followed after him to the parking lot. Both of you walked quietly to your car and when you got to it you just stood there.Not moving a muscle, just out of it. Spencer was sure he made the right choice to offer his help. Spencer slowly raised his hand and touched your arm slowly. “Y/N, the keys.” You were so zoned out that you flinched when he touched you.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry Y/N, it’s just me. Can you hand me the keys?” said Spencer with the softest voice he can make. “Oh, sorry,” You said with a dead tone then started scrambling through your bag. You couldnt find them. You were sure you were hearing the jingling sound they made as they rolled around your bag but you couldn't get your hands on them for the life of you. That’s when you started crying.

Spencer wasn’t the best when the case was touching people but he had to get you out of that parking lot and get you to the safety of your home. He shook his hands to remind himself that you were a clean person and he could touch you, then reached for your handbag. He slowly took it out of your hands and put it on the hood of your car.

“Spen-- Spencer- I’m- I’m really,” you tried to apologise in between you sobs.

“Y/N, shh, I’m right here and you have nothing to be sorry about,” That’s when he wrapped his arms around you and you started sobbing on his very nice sweater vest. He had put one hand on your back that he rubbed softly and one on your head that pushed into his chest like he was trying to get you to hide in there. He didn’t even realise how naturally affectionate he was, but you did.

The waterfalls that are your eyes were still running but you calmed down a little and the embarrassment of getting your mucus,ugh, on your very new colleague was starting to dawn on you.

“Spencer, I’m fine, let’s just go home, okay?” You managed to muster out while you squeezed yourself out of his embrace and tried to hide your face from him. You reached for your bag and once again out your hands into it looking for your keys. There they were, stuck underneath some papers that you threw in your bag.

Spencer stood there, doubting himself. Did he cross the line? Was hugging you unprofessional? Did he make you uncomfortable? He had once read a research about hugs calming down the sympathetic nervous system under distress so he tried to help you calm down a little. It wasn’t his intent to make you uncomfortable. Oh god, he thought to himself, now Y/N thinks I’m weird too.

He was pulled out of his little freak out by Y/N handing him the keys. He pushed his lips together in a really awkward smile and started stepping towards the driver’s side.

The drive was pretty weird. He drove too carefully and there was his colleague silently crying in the next seat to him. His mind was still swarming with the ideas of him doubting his choice of hugging Y/N, her quiet voice took him out of it. “Spencer, I can’t thank you enough. You really helped and I know I’m not very good with words but I really do appreciate this.”

Spencer was shocked. He wasn’t expecting this. He wasn't expecting a talk at all. So he stammered trying to answer her. “Uh, yeah- yeah, sure,”

While his conscious mind was going between doubting himself and oh shit, she’s crying, what do i do, his subconscious mind had led him to his house. He realized it when he was at the last traffic lights before home.

“Y/N, I’m afraid I drove all the way to my house,”

She raised her head from her hands on her knees slowly and looked around her, clueless. Spencer was quick to apologise. “I’ll turn around at the next U-turn and we’ll get to your place. What's your address?”

You didn’t want to bother him driving all this way and back, also you were starving and sleepy. “Spencer, if you don’t mind, can we go up to your place? I don’t really wanna bother you with driving all the way to mine, also I am so tired and I assume you are too?”

Y/N kept surprising Spencer tonight. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine- Yeah, we can order takeout too, yeah, yes.” She almost giggled at his nervousness.

He pulled up to the parking spot of his apartment complex and you two silently walked up the stairs to his apartment. He welcomed you in, “So, this is my place, ugh so sorry this is very messy,”

Spencer was very skittish about touching people and letting people into his place. He did both of them with you that night and he was weirdly okay with it.

“It’s perfectly fine Reid, hell, looks a lot neater than mine honestly.” You smiled while you awkwardly stood in the entrance. Spencer had already taken his coat off and was walking into the depths of his house. He kinda yelled from across the house, “Please come in Y/N, I will be there in just a second to take your coat. What do you wanna eat? I know this Indian place that makes great chicken tendoori that delivers.” His voice was getting closer and closer while he got back to his living room.

“Spencer, I am a vegetarian.” you said while he took your coat and hung it over a chair.

“Oh, sorry, I somehow didn’t know, but they should have vegetarian items on the menu, let me go find it for you. Do you want a drink? I have water, coffee, all kinds of tea you can ask for annnd,” He was scrambling through his kitchen cabinets now. “Wine, yeah, what can i get you?”

“Wine would be nice,” you kind of yelled from the living room. You did not want to yell but you also didn't want to follow him around or go looking for him, invading his place.

He came after a few minutes, a glass of water and a menu, you assumed, in one hand and your glass of wine in the other.

“Here you go, a glass of water for me and a glass of wine for you, are you sure you don’t want a glass of water?” He put the classes on the coffee table and handed you the menu. “While I’m not completely sold on the idea of you drinking before dinner, what do you wanna get Y/N? I can also call the pizza place that’s close and we can get all the toppings you’d like.” When you thought he stopped talking and opened your mouth, he started to ramble again. “I’m sorry I know I said we could get all the toppings you wanted but I have issues with grouped foods and can we maybe stick to the basics and get a mushroom pizza?” He was embarrassed but you smiled so widely that his embarrassment washed away and his chest filled with relief.

“Yeah, Reid, I’d like that.”

Thus began your sleepovers. That night he had given you a spare toothbrush, some of his clothes, clean towels for your shower in the morning, and his bed. Genius took the couch that night, “That’s the least I can do,” he said, even after all he had done for you. You would much rather have him beside you but you would never admit to that and he would never agree to it anyways.

Second time you two had a sleepover, it was Reid who was struggling and you offered your sweet but lonely home to him. This kept going on between you two, there were rarely nights where you slept at your place alone.

Spencer called you from his grocery store run one day, asked you about your shampoo brand. And would you rather use a vanilla or lavender body wash.

You texted him asking about his after-shave and razor brand he uses after he slept over at your place and had to go to work with a scruff. You felt bad for people making fun of him and his “big boy beard”.

Spencer was really glad, while he didn’t have a lot of affectionate relationships like this, he didn’t mind having you around at all. You were really glad, you didn’t go to bed in a lonely house, that you made really good friends with Dr. Spencer Reid.

You finished your wine while flipping pages on your book and your eyelids started to feel heavy. “Spencer, I’m really sleepy,”

He had moved to the end of the couch with you, you were lying down but your legs were barely close to him.

“I’ll be done in just a second and I’ll let u sleep Y/N,”

You were feeling the wine and you felt courageous that night. You carefully got up to your knees and crawled towards him on the sofa. When you got to him you slightly nudged his arm to let you in and he lifted his arm to embrace you. “Oh, hi,” he said. “I thought you were sleepy.” Was there a smile in his voice or were you just hearing things? “Yeah, and I am using my favorite pillow.” Stupid wine talk.

He chuckled slightly to my words. “Okay, let’s go to bed, I was almost done anyways. I can finish it up tomorrow.” Now, you felt bad for interrupting his work. Stupid wine.

“Oh, no, no, nooo! I can wait for you to finish, really, look! My eyes are all open,” You opened your eyes wide while you looked up at him in his arms. He chuckled again. Oh, that chuckle. Stupid wine.

“You look a little flushed.” Spencer said while dragging his hand over your flaming cheeks softly. “Yeah, wine does that.” No, Spencer does that, Y/N, don’t lie to yourself.

His eyes were looking into yours so tenderly that you debated if this was a dream or not. Then something happened that raised your suspicions of dreaming.

He slowly put his lips on yours. Oh, stupid wine.

Next Chapter

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #sleepovers #sleepovers chapther 1

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twisted-interactions · 3 years

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A [Voice] interaction for a Mr. Divus Crewel from June:

"Divus, it has been my pleasure to be by your side. I may not be a student, but I've learned so much from you during our time together. I've enjoyed watching you work, and helping you with your research. I've looked up to you as both a mentor and an icon, andー well, perhaps it is not my place to say this, but.... I love you. I truly do. I've tried to push these feelings away, your work is far too important to be burdened with a confession such as this, but I wanted to get it off my chest. I... love you."

𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓾𝓼 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓮:

Crewel was more than unimpressed to find himself in Crowley’s office and being told that he would now have a trainee shadowing him. Oh, this poor former student needed some kind of job experience and since Crewel’s way of teaching seemed the most interesting, Crowley thought he wanted to be OH SO KIND and decided that the trainee should accompany Crewel. Every single day!

Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t mind but that would mean that Crowley would tell him at least a few days beforehand. But now that the trainee was here Crewel couldn’t just say ‘no, dunwanna, go eff yourself’. Not that he would. Especially not after Crowley informed Crewel that no other staff member was willing to take the poor trainee in, he was the only hope, cue the ugly crying and what would they all do. Before Crowley would turn this all into a terrible soap opera, Crewel agreed through gritted teeth.

He did mutter though for you to better not be in the way for the next few weeks.

At first he definitely let you know that he had no time and no patience for a trainee to shadow him, walking way faster than he needed to, handling all chemicals and utensils himself and not letting the trainee touch anything. Oh, now many times have you heard “the snap” followed by the command to stay.

For outsiders Crewel might have seemed incredibly rude and unnecessarily petty. Truth was that Crewel couldn’t risk someone who was not directly associated with Night Raven College to get harmed while he was supposed to be mentoring and watching. Alchemy was dangerous after all and he couldn’t just let people who might not have the right qualifications or certifications handle the risky goods.

He had a bunch of rowdy hormonal puppies to watch already.

But after some time has passed he has gotten used to your presence while you have adjusted to his pace and got familiar with his routine. Sometimes the two of you coversed about different things, some related to work, some not so much. There was a lot of dedication on both your sides and slowly but surely, Crewel warmed up to you.

Then, your last day of shadowing and working with Crewel arrived. Everyone made sure that the day would go smoothly, that it was as pleasant as it could be. Some students had small presents for you as a thank you and farewell present. The staff wished you all the best and let you know how pleasant you were to work with and how Crewel seemed more at ease with you around, even though the start was very bumpy.

Lots of laughter, many funny stories were told between all of you and soon enough Crewel and you were the only people left, tasked to clean up the mess everyone has left.

There was a pleasant silence between him and you while making sure the staff room would go back to being an actual working space.

Then, you spoke up.

Crewel straightened himself and turned to properly face you, listening patiently to what you had to say to then let your words sink in for a moment. Judging from his expression he would seem very indifferent and if you were his colleague, he would have rejected you and shot you down in an instant as something like this might have turned the relationship between you highly unprofessional..

But you weren’t his colleague and this wasn’t highly unprofessional.

Your ways were supposed to pass at the end of this day and now you have taken initiative to try and make this not the last day you would spend with each other.

What a cheeky little puppy you were.

Crewel crossed his arms and smirked. amused and maybe a little bit relieved. It all took less than a second for him to reach out and grab your arms, gently pulling you close against his chest and whispering “naughty, naughty” against your ear.

“Making me wait until the very last day to tell me such an important thing, I might have to punish you, naughty little June.”

His actions told you the very opposite though.

In fact, he was praising you for holding out for so long.

You knew the moment you felt his hand resting on the back of your head and then gently combling his fingers through your hair.

“Stay.”

#Divus Crewel #Divus Crewel x Reader #Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Twisted Wonderland Imagine #Divus Crewel Imagine #NRC Staff #[Voices and Letters]#[Voices]#Anonymous

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taishispit · 4 years

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Hello and welcome to tumblr sweetie ❤️

May I ask for a fluffy drabble for Taishiro? Maybe where he tries to confess to his s/o and fails at least 3 times because herowork and his internships and other distractions? Just an idea if you feel comfortable with it~ anyway: showers you with love because, why not <3

thank you for the request omg, i love this idea so much omg 🤚 i’m gonna make this a self insert. is it self indulgent? idk 🧍🏻

y/n = your name | y/h/n = your hero name

word count: 1,576

warnings: reader kinda swears a lot, sorry aldjdjskj

effortless confessions

“please jus’ let everythin’ go smoothly this time,” taishiro sighed to himself and rubbed his temples.

he leaned back into his chair, pouting up at the office ceiling, and tugged at his blond locks as some way to relieve some stress. he’d tried to pour his emotions out to you all month, but he failed every time whether it be due to his interns, a villain, you, or even himself. just talking to you was flustering, he couldn’t look you in the face without becoming weak in the legs. for sometime you thought he disliked you, but he was too nice to you to hate you, so you came to a conclusion that he’s just a funky guy. he is a bit funky, but that wasn’t why he couldn’t look you in the eyes. taishiro just hoped one day you’d realize his feelings so he wouldn’t have to make a fool of himself every time he tried to confess to you.

“hey boss, are you feeling okay?” your voice echoing in his office disrupted his irritating thoughts, and brought him back to the present. “you look tired. is there anything you need me to do for you or get you? if you want, i could have some takoyaki delivered.” you said, perching yourself comfortably in one of the chairs in front of his desk that was covered in papers and memorabilia. he cleared his throat, hiding the fact that he was trying not to giggle at how cute and comfy you looked in front of him. he was so afraid of making you uncomfortable or making your relationship unprofessional if that’s not what you wanted. “well, er, i jus’ have a lot on my mind right now. i’m kinda conflicted, but i’ll be fine. no need to worry ‘bout me, y/n.” he smiled sweetly at you. “i wouldn’t mind some takoyaki though. get yourself some if you want, and if you don’t mind, could you ask my interns if they’d like some? you can order, i’ll pay.” he reached over his desk to pat your head before leaving you red faced in his office.

taishiro, kirishima, tamaki, tetsutetsu, and you all lazed around in the fatgum agency lounge, scarfing down takoyaki. kirishima and tetsutetsu are conversing and giggling with each other while tamaki listens. they look at you and taishiro, who’s sitting next to you, every so often and go back to giggling. you roll your eyes and laugh to yourself. you side eye the hero beside you to see him deep in thought while he stuffed himself with his favorite food. you brushed your knee against his to get his attention and tried to ignore the heat rising to your ears. “are you sure you’re okay? is something wrong?” you rested your hand on his bicep, looking up at him with furrowed brows. his heart clenched at your genuine concern for him, you made him feel so cared for, and it set something off in him. “will ya come talk with me in my office, please?” his voice was a little shaky, and you were stilled in fear. ‘i’m fucking fired, he knows i ate the mochi he left in the fridge last week-’ your racing thoughts were cut short when taishiro stood up and put his hand on your shoulder. tamaki, surprisingly met eyes with you, softly smiling at you. you grinned back, before leaving the lounge with taishiro.

“please don’t fire me, i didn’t realize that mochi was yours until you mentioned how sad you were that someone ate it. i promise i was going to buy you more, but i kept procrastinating and i really will. please-” a loud snort cut off your pleads. taishiro was slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle any chuckle he could possibly let slip from his lips. “we’re not here for me to fire you, especially not over mochi, y/n. i’m here, with you, to tell you something that i’ve been trying to for a while now.” he scratched the back of his neck, and tried to compose himself. “you’ve been my partner for some time now, m-my colleague, erm, and i admire you a lot. you’re a hard worker, your fighting’s beyond impressive, and i jus’ want-” a thunderous crash and screams from outside of fatgum’s agency caught the attention of everyone in the building.

“fuck! my ass, you’re gonna leave bruises on it, dick!” your voice rang louder than any crash you’d heard in the entire fight as you did, in fact, land on your ass, tumbling backwards. the group of villains was down to 1 deviant compared to the fatgum team’s 4 heroes. although, your opponents were left with their strongest member while yours had used up all his fat protecting you. fatgum had become a shield for you, despite your protests. the hero was reckless and used zero strategy, just to make sure you were safe. your side ached, but that didn’t stop you from picking yourself up to give the villain your all. “you’re a fucking dumbass if you think you can take down the fatgum team without any obstacles. get fucked!” you screamed at the villain with all your might, landing a bone shattering kick to the face and knocking them unconscious almost instantly. “suneater, restrain them! red riot, real steel, go help anyone who’s injured!”

after an ungodly amount of soft slaps to side of fatgum’s face, his eyelashes fluttered, hooded golden eyes meeting your own. “that asshole must’ve sent me to heaven.” the head in your lap nuzzled your thighs, soft hair tickling you through your hero suit. “n-no big guy, how hard did you hit your head?” warmth spread across your face becuase of him for the bagillionth time now. you held one of his cheeks in your hand, checking his face for any cuts or scrapes. without hesitation, his hand lazily reached up to your cheek, mimicking you. “y/h/n, you truly are an angel, taking care of me like this.” he gently caressed your cheek with bruised knuckles. “i’ve tried to tell you this for so long, but things kept gettin’ in the way.” out of your view, red riot was walking towards the two of you. trying to keep your attention on him, fatgum shooed his intern, who was oblivious to the situation, with the flailing of his free hand. thankfully, the poor boy got the hint after a second, and crept away with a big grin on his face. he couldn’t wait to tell the other interns that what they had been waiting forever for was finally happening. you could faintly hear a certain red haired boy yelling about who did something first and how tamaki and tetsutetsu owed him money. “i’ve never been too great with expressin’ my personal feelings, but there was no way i could hide it anymore.” he took a deep breath, preparing to pour his heart out to the amazing hero he’d hired what felt like so long ago. “i didn’t realize when i hired you all that time ago that i’d be hirin’ the best partner a guy could ever ask for. you’re always there for me whether it be as a sidekick or friend. you’re so good to me despite what i look like, you’ve treated me as an equal since day one, and i couldn’t be happier to’ve met someone like you.” he whimpered, shutting his eyes tight, finally just blurting it out. “i fell hard, and i promise i’m not talkin’ ‘bout on my head. i fell for the hero, who’s arms i’m in right now, my hero. i fell for y/h/n, for y/n.” your eyes were glossing over with tears, but you couldn’t help but grin. before he could even fully open his eyes, you fisted what was remaining of his hoodie, and had his lips on your own. his eyes widened before he melted into your touch, kissing you back, and holding you against him as tenderly as possible.

“you really asked if you were getting fired when your long time crush was trying to confess his feelings to you?” kirishima held his gut as he tried to muffle any noise that came out of him. you were all back at the fatgum agency in the lounge again, the interns more invested in you and taishiro than the fight that’d just taken place not that long ago. “listen i- he- the thing is,” you tried to stammer out any possible excuse you could to defend yourself. giving up, you shoved your face into taishiro’s chest, who was glued to your side ever since you pulled him in for that kiss. you heard multiple chuckles. taishiro’s chest heaved with laughter while he rubbed your shoulder soothingly. no sane person couldn’t smile at the sound of his sweet giggles. he could feel your mouth twitch into a small grin against him. looking down at you with a loving look in his eyes, he pulled you by your chin, forcing you to look into his golden irises. there was not a doubt in your mind that something beautiful was blooming between you and your hero. “geez, i can’t believe we’ve been watching you two dummies pining after each other for so long.” tetsutetsu teased, tamaki and kirishima nodding in agreement, a satisfied smile plastered on all three of their faces. “me neither.” you and taishiro said simultaneously, and pulled each other in for another kiss.

i’m sorry this one took so long, i really hope you liked it, thank you for the request !!! 🥺💕

#bnha x reader #toyomitsu x reader #taishiro x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #fatgum x reader #mha x reader

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legionofpotatoes · 3 years

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so do you also talk mad shit about your acquaintances behind their backs and steal their content word for word and then also admit that you wrote the initial story draft specifically to clown on the person who made the awful mistake of misinterpreting your relationship and then being kind of a weirdo who wanted attention? how do you go about defining who your friends are to them? do they get a little sticker? do they have to apply? i'm intrigued

Yeah, I get catty about people I dislike with my friends in private, I consider that pretty normal. And I define friends as people I have close relationships with, which is also a very baseline social contract most adults are attuned to. As opposed to, let's say, a work colleague who goes quite beyond simple misinterpretation of that contract and veers hard into need for external validation. Nothing wrong with being in that mental space and seeking help for it of course, but it's a question of consent regardless.

Now where I think you and I fundamentally disagree is whether or not it was an "awful mistake" or something much more sinister. See, if I was to imagine myself in the hypothetical scenario of being a writer of color well-known for my body of work deconstructing white fragility, I would probably absolutely look at the shining beacon of that example in my own life and create a transformative parable from that foundation to tell a story aligning with my values. It would be really-really hard for me to stand there and chalk it up to another "awful mistake". But I am neither of those things I mentioned, so I'll dot that specific line of thought here. Except to maybe add that yes, the first draft plagiarism situation was a bad look, but the sheer force of disproportionate vitriol in response from the other side was the type of blatant weaponization of fragility that I cannot stand in any shape or form, and was incredibly telling considering the racial dynamic at play. The optics just felt bad, and that was five years of them railroading Sonya's career for one mildly unprofessional act.

I do not understand that last question of how I define who my friends are to them, or the relevance of it, sorry if I'm being dense. And overall to this point I would kindly suggest to not ascribe all of my personal values to the kneejerk response I had to a sensationalized article, where my take, as I mentioned in it, was very pointedly based on something I read between the lines, not in the text itself. And I think I expounded on that pov and my stances pretty clearly here and if we're not seeing eye to eye on all this I'd rather not see where this discussion goes, if that's okay.

#anon #asks

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thetiredstuff · 2 years

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It’s well known how toxic the dark angel set was and how horrible both Jessica Alba and Michael Weatherly were to Jensen. With Jessica, while it certainly doesn’t excuse her behavior, you can at least understand why she was like that (young, under a lot of pressure from the studio/producers, in a clearly toxic relationship with MW, etc), but MW was a just a total dick and has continued to be that way for his entire career.

So yeah, Jensen standing up for himself and calling Jessica a bitch when she was absolutely being one is not remotely misogynistic. I’m assuming the people who think it is are radfems who believe that women can do no wrong and a man defending/standing up for himself against a woman is automatically misogyny.

Hi anon!

yeah I know. I grew up watching NCIS and I loved the character that MW played but then i started learning about his behavior on the set of Dark Angel and then learned he’s a sexual harasser and hence a piece of shit.

I didn’t mention the toxicity of the Dark Angel set because it doesn’t really matter how toxic it was in this instance. Like telling a colleague that he’s just window dressing with his pretty face is unprofessional and you don’t do that.

And a work environment doesn’t even have to be as enormously toxic as the Dark Angel set was for people to make comments like that.

so even if Dark Angel wasn’t as toxic of a work environment, I still think he’s justified Like is it professional? No but calling someone a pretty face and window-dresser also isn’t. And again you gotta rise above it all etc but sometimes people just really get under your skin so you call what quacks like a duck a duck on in this case a bitch

It’s not just radfems. I actually saw a lot of people on spn fan twitter who are pretty reasonable etc say yeah it’s not okay he said it but he used words of the jensen of 20 years ago, not something he would say now

and again I’m like???

it is 2022, people are still bitches and assholes or have moments where they are a bitch or an asshole (same thing just gendered). I have my bitchy/assholish moments 🤷‍♀️

But maybe I just don’t get the outrage cuz I’m not American I don’t mean to shit on the Americans to be clear, there just seems to be a lot of purity culture about curse words and calling people names

and again yeah be the bigger person but sometimes people just really get under your skin and well if you don’t wanna get called a bitch/asshole then don’t act like one to begin with. (And since there are always people who will misunderstand me: this is very clearly regarding someone saying something bitchy/assholish and then calling them out by saying they are a bitch/asshole. Not about people using bitch/asshole however they see fit when it’s not at all applicable)

#Jensen #anon #ask

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