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lol yeah... No more complaining about the lack of safety cars, ok.
f1 fans before vs after brazilian gp weekend
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Hear me out, but obsessed Simon Riley x reader.
When you’re accused of being a traitor, Simon doesn’t hesitate in getting to work.
Even though you handed over all of your passwords, given them access to anything and everything they him immediately, it did nothing to help. You were going to be crucified.
Price and Laswell had already made the call. A call Simon couldn’t stand by and let happen.
It’s not that Simon believed you when you tried to prove you weren’t the leak.
He simply didn’t care if you were.
He didn't care if you had betrayed them. He didn't care if your innocent nature had truly been an act all along.
It was instinct to get you out of there. Not even for your own safety, but to insure Simon that no one could take you from him. If you remained a free agent, it was only a matter of time before they brought you in. After that, it was out of his hands. You were theres to hurt, to kill and he could do nothing to stop it. So what better way to insure that they can't take you other than taking you for himself?
He simply can’t have someone hurting his bird. So he sets the plan in motion.
Price intends on waiting for the order before executing the extraction plan. They wanted answers. How much did you tell Makarov? What did he know?
Simon was a step ahead. It was easy enough hiding in your garage, waiting for you to come home. The darkness of the night had aided him. You were blindly walking to the door connecting to your kitchen before you felt it. The gloved hand around your mouth and the sharp pinch in your neck.
When you wake up chained to a bed in a dark room, you knew you were as good as dead. They had taken you. This was it and you couldn't plead your case anymore than you already had. All your efforts in trying to prove your innocence were futile.
When Simon stepped in, still in his tactical gear your heart sank. He still had on his mask. Fully equipped. The knives on his side gleaming menacingly as the one light in your cell shined down on him. You swore that you would never betray him, the 141 or Laswell.
“Simon,” you begged already scurrying farther back toward the headboard, trying to create more distance. “I didn’t do it. I swear.” He didn’t stop his slow steps. Even as you began to cry. Even as you curled your body into a tight ball.
You sobbed as you pleaded for mercy, begging for your life. Your shaking violently as you felt him get on the bed. The frame creaking under his weight. You closed your eyes, turning your head away as you readied your self for the final blow to come. Wordlessly began unlocking the metal cuffs.
"Shhh," he soothed. "None of that now." He took your wrists in his hand before softly running his thumbs where the metal cuffs had left an imprint. “Couldn’t have you running off.” He explained, his tone... gentle. Speaking to you as if you were child. "That sedative can give you a pretty rough wake up call. Didn't need you hurtin' yourself. Needed to have a chat first.” He went on to explain you were in his home. Where he wouldn’t disclose. Only that you were safe.
You were safe.
You weren't going to be tortured.
You weren't going to be killed for something you didn't do. Your eyes filled with tears as you realized he was on your side. “You believe me.” You said, the tears resuming for a completely didn't reason. Relief flooded you and you had to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him.
“No,” his correction made your heart drop into your stomach.
"But..." You press your back hard against the wooden headboard. There's no where else to go. Nowhere else to run. "You said I was safe." He sighed. Tears flowed down your cheeks as he put his hand gently where your neck and jaw me.
"You are safe." But, if he didn’t believe you... why were you here? “I don’t care if you did it. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He reassured, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. Then he spoke so softly, you could have sworn he was talking more to himself than he was you. “Not going to let anything hurt you.”
It took you a moment to process it.
Simon had taken you... You were in his home and no one knew you were here. You didn't even know where exactly you were.
And Simon was touching you.
He was touching you. After years of working together, Simon was caressing your cheek. Showing such softness that it actually scared you. He took note of how he could feel your heart rate even through his glove.
"Why?"
“I’m protecting you.” He said, growing irritated that you weren't getting it. “Do you have any idea what they would have done to you?" He asked rhetorically, waiting rather patiently for you to be thanking him for saving you.
"Do..." Your head began to spin, trying to pull your mind away from all the possibilities on what could have happened. "Do I have to stay here?" You asked.
Simon was a patient man, but you beginning to test that patience. He let out a huff before pulling his hand away and placing it on your bare knee.
"Just until it all gets sorted." He lied, giving you a squeeze that he could only hope was reassuring. Even after they found the leak, you wouldn't be leaving him.
"Oh." You swallowed, nodding in understanding. "Okay." You let out a staggered breath trying to calm down. You were going to have to stay in this confined space, already feeling the claustrophobia creeping in as you felt the dark cement walls move in closer and closer. "Is there a bathroom I can use in here?" You asked, praying he wouldn't leave you with a bucket and a roll of toilet paper.
Simon laughed. He actually barked out a laugh, making you jump. "I meant you'll have to stay here with me." He clarified. "Not in the basement."
"Oh," the tenseness in your body seemed to ease up. "Good. It just feels..." you didn't finish. Too afraid to insult the man who quite literally held your life in his hands.
"No worries." he assured, finally taking his hand off of you to stand up. He held his palm out waiting for you to take his hand.
Without thinking twice, you did. Letting him help you stand even though your legs felt like they would give out at any minute. At the slight wobble of your knees, Simon took the liberty of scooping you up. A gasp escaping you.
Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Afraid that even though you had seen the man basically serve as a human battering-ram, you were afraid he would somehow drop you.
Simon's fingers ached to feel the softness of your thighs. He wanted to badly to come downstairs without his gear on. Bare himself to you. Reveal the face of the man behind the mask. Scars and all. He was worried that would have made it worse. Waking up in a basement, handcuffed to a bed with an unknown man aching to touch you.
He would show you his face soon enough. You would grow to love it. Each scar and imperfection on his face. His crooked nose and the touch of his calloused hands.
He planned to have you begging for it. To pepper kisses along his cheeks. Beg for his touch on your skin. Begging him to bury his fingers, his cock inside you. You would ache for him just as he had ached for you all this time.
You would fall as deeply as he had.
You would come to love your life with Simon.
No matter how long it took you to accept it.
#kidnapping#simon ghost riley#call of duty#obsessive love#yandere#touch her and die#no literally#don't fuck with reader
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#monster hunter#I kin her#no literally#we look exactly the same and we even have the same name and we’re monsterfuckers
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Drown
#how did you came up with this idea?#it was revealed to me in a dream#no literally#I tried to recreate it#but I kinda hate it now#but eh whatever#don't wanna spend any more time working on it#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bkdk#bakudeku#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugo#fanart
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This is Renaissance
#no literally#you see the similarities?#I see them#michael schumacher#mika hakkinen#makkinen#max verstappen#charles leclerc#lestappen#f1#monaco gp 2024#monaco24
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This kept me up at night
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chat not to get emotional but this blog has literally changed my life
TW: mentions of SA/manipulation so read at your own discretion!!!
so random, but i've been making a lot of emotionally charged posts on the dash lately - about how sad i am and how i'm going through one of the hardest periods of my life as of late. i'm so grateful to all of my sweet moots who have reched out to check up on me, you are the sweetest and give me lots of strength 💌
i've been writing fanfiction for over a year now and it was something that sparked into me around a year ago out of nowhere. i went through periods of reading fanfiction when i was a kid and most notably read aot/jjk fanfiction in 2020 during quarantine. for some spur of a reason, in april of 2023 i decided to make a tumblr account and post the very first taylor as gojo one shot which was speak now! the blog very quickly became such a powerful outlet for me to have a voice, when i had been feeling voiceless for such a long time.
i went from writing silly little stories i could think about from getting so serious and earnest with feelings and lessons that i've learned in this little life of mine -- with method acting and bsfs older brother sukuna taking the crown of me putting every hurt part of myself out there for people to read and relate to. the feedback and responses that i received on those fics were so validating and healing for me to read, from having experienced those things myself to knowing that what i made out of that was not only worthwhile for me, but for someone else.
long story short, i've had a few things happen in the course of the past month that reminded me of the guy who sexually assaulted me when I was eighteen. I was dating him at the time and he took advantage of many things, most of the "the lore" chapter of bsfs older brother sukuna just being full truth and zero fiction. as insane as writing it all out there was -- quite literally writing myself my own comfort -- it empowered me to do what i haven't been able to do in three years. today i finally took that step and was brave enough to call him and tell him what exactly he was that it did to me.
and it was so liberating. i've held onto this pain for three years, let it become such a deep part of me, while deep down knowing that my life wasn't meant to be a punishment like eren said in method acting and that at the end of the day, it was just cruel. plain and simple. like sukuna says in bsfs older brother sukuna.
i've been able to let go such a big part of my pain because of this blog,- because people have supported what i write and made me feel brave about embracing what happened to me.
all and all, i'm on the come up. but in the meantime, thank you for everything you've done. this blog and anyone who has read, interacted, or followed will always be so so special to me. <3
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There is no one sicker than a BL boy that gets caught in a rainstorm. No one.
#bed friend#uea x king#kinguea#king x uea#thai bl#thai bl series#bl series#thai drama#thai series#thaibl#bl drama#bed friend the series#bed friend series#no literally#no one sicker than anyone caught in the rain#i have been caught in rain many times and never gotten sick#i love this little cultural thing though#it fascinates me
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#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 1#mk1#mortal kombat confessions#sub zero#bi han#bi han sub zero#mk sareena#NO LITERALLY#i love them together
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gen z culture is: being taught as a child that cursive is a necessary life skill and that you will have points taken off in class for not writing in cursive… only to enter middle school and realize that no one, not even your teachers, gives a shit about your handwriting.
#submission#gen z#culture#school tw#cursing tw#NO LITERALLY#i learned it for TWO WEEKS in second grade and then never used it again
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#NO LITERALLY#like the way i am treated now vs when i was fat is fucking insane#like it’s insane how many of my friends viewed me as an emotional support mule who has no life outside of them lol#also like how many of them enjoyed me being the fat friend in comparison to them#also trigger warning but i was assaulted as a fat person and i could absolutely tell my#feminist girls girl friends#didn’t take me seriously bc the man who assaulted me was conventionally attractive and i was not#so there’s that lol#also girls girl goes out the window when woc receive opprotunities buttttt#nobody wants to talk about that either lol#the whole avantika situation and ppls response is so telling likeee#if ur feminism doesn’t include all women fuck u genuinely
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npd culture is getting pissed when people hc characters you hc with npd with bpd / some other more popular disorder when they have very few symptoms of that disorder and fit npd way more
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#no literally#npd culture is#npd#actually narcissistic#actually npd#narcissistic personality disorder#cluster b
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Update: I’ll be chilling here in Montreux, Switzerland
Giving all you Agathario fanfic writers ideas for fics ✨
#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agathario#no literally#that’s the post#im already getting ideas for other fics—#like what is Switzerland to Agathario really?!
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#x men#x men the animated series#logan howlett#xmen wolverine#hank mccoy#beast xmen#remy lebeau#xmen gambit#x men cyclops#scott summers#xmen jean gray#jean gray#SCOTT JUST ASKED HANK TO HELP EVERYONE OVER THE FENCE#AND THE FIRST THING HE DOES IS PICK LOGAN UP N TOSSES HIM OVER#MEANWHILE REMY N SCOTT JUST HOP OVER NORMALLY#AND HANK CARRIES JUBILEE N JEAN OVER#NO LITERALLY#CAUSE SCOTT DID A FANCY ASS LANDING WHILE LOGAN WAS STILL GETTIN OFF THE FUCKIN GROUND#THE BEEF BETWEEN THESE 2 FURRY FUCKS NEVER GETS EXPLAINED AND ID LOVE TO KNOW WHY HANK FUCKS WITH LOGAN SO MUCH#xmen tas: s3
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