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14th June, 2024
Updates:
1. I joined a research project about academic social responsibility.
2. I am regularly taking care of my skin and my food intakes are all on time.
3. I'm practising through the second paper of a competitive exam. I still have a lot to read in the first paper.
Exam is on 18th. Wish me luck!
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you've heard of "see how your date treats service workers" now get ready for "see how your classmate/professor treats the librarians"
#just had the WORST social interaction with a classmate who i thought i was making friends with#wherein he mocked our english librarian for (horror!) trying to expresss interest in his thesis by asking about his interest in metatheory#with the exact inflection of a teenager complaining about their stupidcringefail relatives trying to ask about their interests#like why are you being such a little brat about university staff trying to make you feel seen and supported???#i get that people in academic humanities right now feel very under attack and like there's no security or support to be had#but the solution is not to treat every single person outside of your department like a simpleton who you must tolerate#how the fuck do you think you're going to do any good in a teaching field when your response to everyone without a phd is to roll your eyes#just the thoughtless contempt made me absolutely furious!!!!!!!!#and he literally said it in my fucking kitchen i wanted to kick him the fuck out#it made me so incredibly mad#personal nonsense
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hello just in case anyone is checking in on where i am lmao:
i gave myself up until the end of labor day weekend to dick around (i.e. working on tptp) and not do things i need to be doing (i.e. everything else) with this self-imposed deadline being imposed as such because i have a LOT of shit i need to work on in the coming weeks. i actually am, like, 32 years old, and have a full time job in academic medicine (⌠well, ish, im a perpetual fellow) and have a TON to get done on top of just working INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO:
-> research that i am so so regretfully the principal investigator on and have funding for somehow so i actually have to do it and produce results
-> meeting after meeting after meeting for said research. Why is there so much politics in research. Why is medicine such a fucking joke.
-> leaving country in 2 weeks
-> prepping to leave country in two weeks including tying up loose ends at work, doctors appointments, meds, clothes on top of making sure everything is planned and updated for the travel itself because I planned the entire trip lmao
-> finish updating my CV
-> cold-calling and emailing local programs for jobs because you would think after four years of college, four years of med school, three years of residency, three years of fellowship and another one year of even more fellowship people would be falling all over themselves to recruit MY ass but FYI unless you have a large NIH grant or you have a personal relationship with program heads your ass is NOT getting headhunted. and also MD jobs worth getting never get posted about online because, as mentioned above, openings are rarely made public and if they are they're desperate to hire anyone which is often not a good sign. Anyway most people say have a contract in hand between December-February which is⌠something.
-> abstract for (conference) due in a month, for (conference #2) in two months
-> critical care boards in two months that i need to start studying for!!!
-> lecture series for (x) fellows development and execution that I donât have the dates for yetâŚ
⌠anyway. Iâm tired. Iâm hoping to have time to write when traveling but damn. These are non-problem problems because Iâm privileged to get to do any of this but at the same time it feels like a lot to manage. The good news is since I started getting medicated like 6 months ago Iâm not totally shutting down at the prospect of this, but itâs still a bit stressful. Sigh.
#I justâŚ. think Iâm gonna stay clear of academic medicine#I literally want to work and come home and be done#likeâŚ. all these extra responsibilities and rat race bullshit to publish#Iâm just⌠done with it. whatâs the point#anyway personal or whatever#sigh.#this all doesnât include social obligations either hahahaa#I will say likeâŚ. having some time and money for the first time in life#and getting to travel last year as well as prioritizing it this yearâŚ#itâs good. itâs really really good. Iâm excited.#Iâm also seeing my dad for the first time in nearly 6 years which is wild#heâs meeting us in Rome for like 2 days#âŚ#okay writing this all out as a list is actually super helpful.
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today someone asked which fantasy high character i relate to the most and it was just me staring in 'quiet mixed kid raised in all white household who did all 3 years of middle school at once and loves taking things apart to tinker with them' like who do you think
#to be fair the person asking is only on freshman year#and i relate to a lot of other bad kids on some level#(queer. social chameleon finding my own identity. always the responsible one in a group. etc)#but really gorgug is just so me. esp this season#i think before this i might have related to riz the most but everything gorgug is dealing w in fhjy is something i dealt w#even w the teachers hindering academic acceleration!#i had to actively fight the whole school district to get enrolled in high school early#i had to take a trial class at the ap level and do iq tests for them to let me take standard freshman classes after i finished 8th grade#and even after that we had to argue with the district superintendent#anyways!! don't mind me dumping life events in the tags lol#fhjy#d20#gorgug thistlespring
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the sokal affair was fucking hilarious actually and i dont trust anyone who disagrees. if i ever get to TA a course (i dont care what the course is on) im assigning that paper as a reading with no context and the seminar topic will be critical thinking and media literacy
#'he was making fun of the social sciences' this is true. you are forgetting part 2 though which is: we deserved it.#ohhhhh the physicist doesnt think social philosophy contributes to academia.... ohhhh he thinks postmodernism is inherently bad....#*loud buzzer noise* INCORRECT!! getting butthurt about it proves his point!#if YOU are not YOURSELF writing nonsense gibberish papers then THAT'S GREAT!#but when there is a trend in your field of discourse and language looking like incoherent nonsense#the question of whether that field has a Nonsense Problem is an academically responsible one to ask#frankly i think that designing and carrying out a double-blind trial to test social scientists' bullshit radar was kind of delightful#like. that's the most hilariously positivist approach i can imagine#and it is not even a LITTLE bit his fault that we failed that test.#the truth is that if a physicist can catch us with our pants down that easily we should probably consider investing in some suspenders.#adventures in academia#rhi talks
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trying to determine which parts of my relationship with sex are asexuality, which are trauma, and which are autism is like trying to have a conversation with three people talking loudly and all at once
#just to be clear: asexuality as a result of trauma or neurodivergency is still asexuality. full stop no debate.#anyway because i love oversharing on tumblr dot com: feeling very sex repulsed on this day#i was joking with some guy about fighting each other (specifically said ''you ever fight a girl over 200 lbs? id break your ribs'')#and like three different people said something like ''well that would probably turn him on''#and. listen. i get it. that was a joke response to my joke threat#but what i felt in that moment and still feel now requires nothing short of academic study to understand#first of all: how dare they make me feel embarrassed in a social setting when i was doing so well.#secondly: why the fuck would me making a threat make them instantly think of sex#thirdly: how fucked up is my body image that i hear that and immediately think they're all out of their minds#i like fat women. i am personally attracted to fat women. not (usually) sexually but i do think they are very nice to look at#so why is it so hard for me to accept that someone else could find me attractive as well !#i think about being in a situation where a relationship and/or sex is a real possibility and i flinch like its going to hurt me#but why???? where is this aversion coming from !!!!! i am a hopeless romantic i daydream about romance all the time#so whats the deal here. is it subconscious bc of my asexuality and i associate romance with sex?#is it because of my autism where i associate romance with touch and am afraid i am too unempathetic to have a chance?#or (most likely) is it just because im so fucking scared of trusting someone that even the thought makes me nauseous#did this all crop up from a throwaway sex joke? yes#but people don't make sex jokes to me. people don't even pretend to allude to me being cute#this same group of people said a few weeks ago ''at least you're pretty''#which. is not the case!!!!!!! people do not say those things to me because they don't want to even slightly entertain that idea !!!!!!!#and i am extremely tired of having my life upended because of this#i have always been treated like i was ugly and teased about it and i FINALLY have managed to be okay with not being attractive#and now that im okay with it: NOW is when the pretty jokes start. im fucking angry about it actually#i can't be both. i cannot think of myself in terms that abstract. i am one or the other#and this leads me to believe that people think i COULD be pretty. but the catalyst is that i am fat and therefore cannot be attractive#which just makes me more angry!!!!!!!!!!!#how can i be completely indifferent to sex and attraction without seeming juvenile. i don't care so so much#but every time that sort of thing happens i feel like im 13 again and the hot jock is talking to me#i need to be put down. something's wrong with this one (me)#i realize i can't stop people from making sex or appearance jokes but god i wish i fucking could
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have i ever talked about my tomb raider au because im thinking about it again
#lohst.txt#bmc#be more chill#tomb raider au#genuinely do not know if ive ever posted about it on here#have i actually ever written a chapter of it?#i dont think so#based on the legend trilogy btw#starts with the anniversary plot#jeremy heere is recruited by eric squip to track down the scion#comes back home periodically to his friend and trainer jake dillinger#by the time the legend plot comes around#jake is the one responsible for jeremy's small team growing#social media and investigator queen jenna rolan#tech master michael mell#and academic researcher christine canigula#university friend brooke lohst tips jeremy off about something#jeremy reveals to her that she thinks their friend from uni rich goranski didn't die on their expedition#and so on#jeremy all snarky and sarcastic#and jake and michael placing bets on whether jeremy can do the thing and jake always winning
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hey hira!! just wanted to check up on you and ask if everything was well. how has life been treating you lately? (you donât have to respond if you donât want to, I was just wondering)
I could've sworn I replied to this yesterday đ anyway yes!! I'm doing well, at least mentally I am <3 I know I talk a lot about being busy and tired but don't worry! I don't mind the hectic days, I'm pretty used to it and they make me feel productive anyway đ
the only downside is a lack of time for my blogs and genshin (still at the start of lantern rite, and haven't started alhaitham's quest đ) but life is treating me pretty well lately :)) thank you so much for asking!!
#it's not all academics either#i keep up in my social circles hehehe#and since im living away from home I have to be responsible with myself etc#it would be nice to have more free time for hobbies though#hira rant
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The 2024 Gender Census is now open!
[ Link to survey ]
The 11th annual international gender census, collecting information about the language we use to refer to ourselves and each other, is now open until 13th June 2024.
Itâs short and easy, about 5 minutes probably.
After the survey is closed Iâll process the results and publish a spreadsheet of the data and a report summarising the main findings. Then anyone can use them for academic or business purposes, self-advocacy, tracking the popularity of language over time, and just feeling like weâre part of a huge and diverse community.
If you think you might have friends and followers whoâd be interested, please do reblog this blog post, and share the survey URL by email or at AFK social groups or on other social networks. Every share is extremely helpful - itâs what helped us get 40,000 responses last year.
Survey URL:Â https://survey.gendercensus.com
The 2024 survey is now closed!
The survey is open to anyone anywhere who speaks English and feels that the gender binary doesnât fully describe their experience of themselves and their gender(s) or lack thereof.
For the curious, you can also spy on some graphs and demographic data for the incoming responses here.
Thank you so much!
[ Link to survey ]
Image credit:Â Malachite and rhodochrosite.
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Here you all go. Here's the answer to all the questions you never had about soy sauce and a single foreigner's totalitarian influence being a large part in leading to a massive decline in quality and a departure from important cultural traditions. There will never be a 2 hour video essay from me about this. There will never be a book about Blanche Appleton that I write. I had the closest thing I've had to a suicidal episode since I was 13 because of someone harassing me and deciding against literally all evidence that what I had in the end publicized was a racist and insensitive narrative rather than a carefully researched history pieced together with a team of multiple professional archivists internationally and a group of native Japanese speakers and Japanese academics.
I'll give all of you some free advice. Next time you get excited about your special interest on tumblr, don't talk about it.
I cannot fucking believe how much I'm losing my mind right now over soy sauce history. I'll tell all of you about it after I finish this essay because I need to un-distract myself enough to finish it but what the fuck? What the fuck is going on? I'm losing my fucking mind.
EDIT: if this is in your recommended page before you askme any questions about updates or whatever please just check the tag i'm using
EDITx2: this investigation is currently ongoing with live information being added as it is confirmed as relevant; I did not expect the entire internet to give a shit about soy sauce, and so early in the investigation there is quite a lot of outdated information, which has since been corrected, grown more in-depth, and begun to piece together into something more cohesive.
i am currently waiting on a response from the National Archives, a soybean innovation laboratory contact, and a researcher of the works of the Chief Historian of the United States during the occupation. this investigation is not an ARG, and in the real world, actual research takes time on a scale outside of the usual social media expectations. please respect that i cannot speed up the wheels of bureaucracy for you.
please just fucking respect me as a person, y'all, i promise that any of you reading this from recommended pages have absolutely no idea the level of shit that's been thrown my way over fucking soy sauce.
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One Single Thread of Gold
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Summary: The three times Penelope tries to solve a Spencer Reid riddle and the one time she (and the team) meet the reason behind all the changes Trope: Fluff! Just fluff and team banter! w.c: 4.0k a/n: For some reason, my earlier post on this disappeared dunno why. But this is a very self indulgent fic as readerâs background is basically based on the industry I work in. I had a lot of fun writing the team banter and I hope you enjoy it too! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated đ
The first clue presented itself on a dull Wednesday night as the team, minus Hotch and Rossi, were leaving the bullpen after a full day of pushing papers. Penelope in all of her sunshine and colorful glory was buzzing about these accessories that she once spotted on a storefront window.
âI saw a pair of earrings and a matching necklace that would look so good with that top you bought the other day, JJ. You know, the blue one with those soft sleevesâthey would look great with it. Itâs tres boho chic.â
JJ smiled, opening her mouth to reply, but Spencer beat her to it.
âDid you know that boho chic was actually a response to political and social movements?â
âWait, what?â Emily interjected.
He took her disbelief as a sign to continue on. âYeah, yeah. Thereâs an article written about it in Vogueâsoftness and femininity historically appears in moments of political stress and war. Just like in the 70s with the hippie and anti-war movement that defined their style as a generation.â
They all piled into the elevator and turned to face the boy genius like he grew another head. For all they knew, this could be a clone and a very bad one at that. The Spencer Reid that they knew had absolutely no interest in the realms of fashion.
Penelope was the first to break the silence. âVogue?â
âKid, what gives? Just the other time, you didnât know how many shoes a woman owns and now youâre some kind of expert?â Derek asked with both eyebrows raised.
âDid not knowing activate some kind of button that made you want to read about it?â Emily added on, feeling like she was in some kind of TV prank show.
âWhat?â Spencer licked his lips, nervous with all the attention on him. He felt like he was about to slip something up that he had been keeping to himself for a while now. A hidden precious gem that was you. âIâI like to read.â A believable excuse except his voice went up an octave, giving him away.
The three women shared a look.
âBut you read academic textbooks and classic literature,â JJ stated.
Penelope added on. âNot fashion magazines.â
He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. âI donât discriminate when it comes to reading. If itâs interestingââ he shifted his weight one side to another, thinking that the ride down on the elevator seemed to be taking slower than usual. ââIâll read it.â
Penelope narrowed her eyes. She was no profiler but she could smell a lie from a mile away way. That wasnât the whole truth. Dr. Spencer Reid was hiding something.
âOkay, see you tomorrow!â he squeaked out as he ran out of the elevator once it hit the lobby.
She turned to the three profilers, stunned with the boy geniusâ erratic behavior. âHuh, did anybody else get the feeling that Spencer was hiding something?â
âMaybe, but the kid does read a lot. Maybe he just ran out of books.â Morgan shrugged.
The other two profilers tilted their heads and slowly nodded in agreement. It wasnât far off on something Spencer would do. He did once pick up a pamphlet in the airport to read as mentioned before to her by Derek, granted it was for a case but still, Penelope couldnât shake the feeling that there was something else.
So when she arrived home that very same night, she propped up her laptop and got to digging. Boy Genius was hiding something big and Little Miss Oracle of Quantico can find anything with her tech skills. Sheâll get to the bottom of this mystery, once and for all.
âââ
Spencer was glad to be coming home to your presence. Having spied the lights still on from the outside of the apartment, he took the steps two at a time, excited to see his 2nd favorite person after his motherâyou.
âSpence?â You called out, having heard the mahogany front door open. âIs that you, baby?â
âHey, love. I missed you,â he deposited his satchel to the nearby sofa and ran to give you a hug.
You burrowed yourself into his arms. All the muscles in your body relaxing as you caught a whiff of his cedar wood perfumeâthe same scent youâve gifted to him during the early stages of dating. âI missed you too. How was your day?â
âBetter now with you,â his words coming out muffled as he refused to detach himself from the embrace. âActually, I almost slipped up today.â
You extricated from his arms to give him an inquisitive look. The slight scrunch on your nose and raised brows made his heart flutter. How expressive, free, and trusting you were. It reminded him of your first encounter. How you teasingly asked him if he was a serial killer when he offered you a ride home in the pouring rain and how you easily accepted regardless.
âYeah? Did any of them catch on?â you probed as you pulled him by his belt loops to the direction of the bedroom.
He laughed, finding your aggression cute. âNo. At least, I donât think so.â
âMaybe we should schedule dinner with them sometime,â you coyly suggested as you slowly started to unravel his tie. âI mean, weâve been together for over a year now and I have moved into your apartment, under the guise of watering your plants while youâre away. Which is a lie, by the wayââ
âI have plants!â he protested. His hands divesting you out of his sweater, bringing to view his favorite silk set in deep purple that accentuated your skin and the blush on your cheeks.
ââthat I brought over, Spence,â you quipped back. âBut donât worry, I wonât spill how the intelligent FBI agent fooled naive me into moving in with him.â
There was a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. âLove, I wouldnât exactly call you naiveââ his voice going an octave lower. âânot when youâre looking at me with those tempting eyes of yours.â
Giggling, you leaned in for a kiss, one that he quickly took over. His calloused dominant hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively caging you in while his other cradled your cheekâa stark contrast to the other. Kissing Spencer had always felt like a religious experience that you never want to part from.
Reluctantly pulling away, you caught glimpse of his need for you. His hazel eyes now dark as ink, nostrils slightly flared, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and his dominant hand dug into the fleshy nape of your neck. It made you feel desirable, like the goddess that he would call you when heâs on his knees tasting nectar from the source.
The discussion of inviting the team out for dinner was long forgotten. No other words were spoken as you pushed him on the bedâonly the cries of his and your name and moans of âyesâ echoed well into the night.
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The second clue was uncovered when Spencer walked into the cold windy bullpen with new black cardigan adorning his lithe body. It was non-descriptive to the untrained eye but for fashion enthusiast Penelope Garcia, she knew what those four white lines on the sleeve meantâluxury label and priced well above their pay grade.
She narrowed her eyes. The Spencer she knew wouldnât dare spend his salary on anything besides limited first edition books. Something was truly up and she planned to get to the bottom of it as her initial online search turned up nothing.
âReid, thatâs a really nice sweater,â she complimented, throwing in her bait.
He smiled. The thought of who gave it to him warmed his heart. âYeah. Yeah, thanks Garcia.â
Her sparkly pink kitten heels clacking on the floor as she came closer. âCan I see it?â she innocently asked.
The request threw Spencer off the loop but thought nothing of it as he shrugged and handed it to herâstill warm from body temperature.
Her squeals caught the attention of the other profilers filling into the office.
âWhat is it, baby girl?â Morgan deposited his bag on the table and stationed himself beside her. âItâs Reidâs new sweater. Are you seeing something Iâm not seeing?â
Garcia rolled her eyes. This was why females are considered more observant that their sex counterpart. Her chocolate thunder was a profiler but how could he not notice what she was deducing?
âHuh,â Emily surmised. âBased on the fibers, itâs definitely not polyester. Possibly a 100% wool, what do you think, JJ?â
âIt says here on the tagâ100% virgin wool,â she read out loud. âThat makes it very expensive, right Garcia?â
The colorful tech analyst smiled. Her girls could never let her down. âRight you are, girlfriends! But itâs not only that, thisââ pointing at the four stripes on the sleeve. ââthis is a signature Thom Browne detail. Their prices go up to at least 600 dollarsââ they all turned to Reid who seemed clearly agitated. âânow why does our boy wonder have a piece that could buy at most five cute heels?â
With his vast intellect, he couldnât think of a way to weasel out of this impromptu interrogation. He couldnât very well say that it was a gift now could he? If he did, that would lead to another hard hitting question âfrom who?â He raked his hand through his curly hair, taking the same path as yours did just earlier as you gave him a kiss goodbye.
When you gifted him the cardigan from your last New York business trip, he really thought nothing of its material equivalence, besides feeling grateful and loved. It was proof that you paid attention to even the littlest details about him.
âHey Spence, I got you something,â you looked up at him with sparkling eyes. The first thing you had done when you got home was run into his arms. A simple act that healed his aching heart from missing itâs other half.
You reached into your luggage, enthusiastically pulling out the black clothing wrapped in tissue paper like some magician pulling out a rabbit from a hat. âHere you go!â
âA new sweater!â He exclaimed.
You rocked on your heels, looking bashful as you explained the reasoning behind it. âI noticed you fidgeting when you wore the cardigan JJ gifted you last Christmas, the polyester fibers used on it must have been really itchy so I got you a new oneââ your eyes widened at how your explanation could be taken the wrong way. âânot that her gift wasnât great! No, it was very cute! Itâs justâI want you to be comfortable and protected during your cases in cold states. Polyester is a good insulator of heat but wool is still the best.â
He loved how unabashed you rambled about your interests. That was one of the first things he piqued his notice. How you liked to share your knowledge about the fashion industry that you work for but never coming across as stuck up or snobby, you just genuinely wanted to educate anyone who had a wrong perception of the billion dollar commerce. Admittedly, he was one of them but hearing you rave about itâs nitty-gritty details and socio-economic movements changed his mind. It also helped that a beautiful and intelligent woman, such as yourself, was educating him.
He pulled you in for a kiss, stopping all the worries that ran through your head. âI love it. Thank you.â
âItâs nothing at all, baby. I like taking care of you. Just like how you take care of me,â you reasoned. âPlus I got it on sale courtesy of the magazine connections.â
A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. It was Penelope with an eyebrow raised at the subtle smile that graced his face while he replayed the moment in his head.
âOkay,â Morgan drawled. âWhatâs got you smiling, Pretty boy?â
âNothing,â he squeaked out, turning to see Hotch make his way across the office. Spencer hurriedly collected his things and started to move even before their unit chief could call their attention.
âWe have a case,â Hotch announced.
The remaining BAU members all looked at each other, silently communicating about Reidâs irregular demeanor, before piling into the conference room for another grueling scene of murder.
âHeâs been acting weird,â Garcia rushed out. âDefinitely hiding something. What do you think, Em?â
Emily nodded. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
âA girl?â JJ guessed.
âYes, must be a special one for him to keep secret for so long,â Garcia surmised. âDo you think heâll hate it if I go further digging around to find out who she is?â
âFurther?â Emily clarified.
JJ laughed. âProbably, letâs wait for him to volunteer the information. Okay, Garcia?â
She sighed, shoulders drooping, before nodding in agreement.
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The third clue was quite literally handed to Penelope Garcia on the jet after a case when she accompanied the team.
âCold Alaska is so not good for my skin,â she grumbled as she rummaged her bottomless bag for her favorite hand cream. âI love going with you all on trips rather than being stuck in my own tech cave but the weather wasnât it.â
Morgan chuckled. âAw câmon baby girl, donât tell me you didnât enjoy our time together?â
âYou, my sculpted hunk, and the fireplace were the highlight,â Penelope turned to the other female profilers. âMy beauties, do any of you have lotion? I think I lost mine.â
Before JJ or Emily could even utter a word, a tube made its way to her lap courtesy of her seat mate, Dr. Spencer Reid.
âReid, since when do you carry lotion?â Emily inquired.
He shrugged. âHand cream has itâs benefits besides from moisturizing the skin, it also provides an additional layer of protection. Depending on itâs properties, it can also repair and undo damage.â
The females all shared a look. This was another unexplainable behavior from their resident genius.
âWe know that,â JJ stated. âWe just thought you didnât.â
His brows furrowed. âWhy wouldnât I?â
âWell, besides from the fact that youâve never shown interest about skincare before, isnât it a stereotype for men not to know? Unlessââ Emily slyly smiled and nodded at Garcia to continue.
âUnless you have a girlfriend that we donât know about,â Garcia bounced on her seat.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Spencerâs eyes widened in alarm. He didnât realize he was walking into a trap before it was too late. âWhat makes you say that?â
They laughed.
JJ started. âBesides from you suddenly being knowledgeable in fashionââ
ââor having a pricey sweater youâd never buy for yourselfââ Emily added on.
âOr, orââ Garcia reached out to touch his hand. Which made Spencer react with a high pitched call of her name. ââhaving a shea butter lotion with rough hands!â She waved the tube up in the air. âPlus, this is half empty. So either itâs not working which I doubt since this is a good brand or you keep this in your bag for a special someone to use!â
Derek chuckled. âBaby girl, you could be a profiler at this point.â
âOh tell me something I donât know,â she quipped back. âSo Reid, want to tell us the truth?â
He sighed, finding no escape. âYes, yes I have a girlfriend.â
The girls all shrieked with laughter and their own corresponding questions of who is she? How did you meet? How long has this been going on? What does she do for a living? Is she pretty? Oh I bet she is!
âLooks like that cat is out of the bag,â Rossi nonchalantly stated.
Four sets of eyes turned to look at one of the BAU founders. âRossi, you knew about this and didnât tell me?â Garcia gasped, a hand to her chest at the thought of betrayal.
He laughed. âI caught them on a dinner date once and our boy wonder over hereââ nodded in Reidâs direction. ââbegged me not to out him yet, said he wanted to be the one to tell the team the news but that was like what, six months ago?â
âSix months ago?â Emily repeated.
âWait, wait. Hotch, donât tell me you also knew?â Morgan asked.
The unit chief smiled. âShe was added to Reidâs emergency contact last February.â
âFebruary? Thatâs almost a year ago!â JJ sputtered out.
The tech analyst turned to glare at the youngest member of the BAU. âReid, you better start spilling all the details or so help me, I will stalk all your digital footprint when we land until I find out who she is, where she lives, and what her deepest darkest secret is.â
âWhat about hearing it all from her, instead?â He rubbed the back of his neck. The secrecy had gone on for so long and there was no time like the present to introduce his chosen family to his chosen partnerâhopefully until the end of time. âShe wants to treat you all out for dinner tonight.â
All four nodded vigorously as they watched him pull out his phone and send a quick text to which you readily replied and agreed to.
âMy man,â Derek sighed. âCanât believe you got a girlfriend without me being your wingman.â
âAnswer me at least this, is she pretty and does she make you happy?â Garcia asked. No matter how nosey she may be, she only wanted the best for Spencer and if the recent lightness and smiles were all caused by his mystery girlfriend, she already approved.
âThe prettiest,â Spencer gushed out. âSheâs my own personal sunshine.â
The three girls melted into their seats. Their youngest was all grown up waxing prose over his lover.
âShe makes you sappy too,â Derek teased.
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[EXTRA - When the mystery was uncovered]
Spencer had never felt any more nervous that this moment as he, with the rest of the team minus Hotch and Rossi, wait for your arrival. He sat with his back to the restaurant entrance and his cardigan laying on the empty seat beside him as a reservation mark. His eyes had been going back and forth to his idle phone and to the conversation the team was having.
Morgan noted his state of distress and chuckled. âYou okay there, lover boy? Sheâs still coming right, your mystery girlfriend?â
âYeah, yeah. She said she was on her way 9 minutes and 24 seconds ago and based on the route and traffic, she should have been here 45 seconds earlier. Just worried that something might have happened.â
Penelope leaned in, picking on her bubblegum pink choice of drink as she did. âYou know, if you just told me her name I could have tracked every movement by now and you wouldnât be sitting here worrying.â
âWhatâno Garcia, I donât want her tracked plus she didnât want you to know everything about her even before meeting her,â his voice going up an octave in your defense.
She shrugged. âIâm just saying. I mean we donât know a single thing about herââ
âWe do know she exists and youâve been together for almost a year now,â Emily interjected.
âActually, itâs been more than yearâone year and 124 days to be exact.â
âButtercup, all Iâm saying is we donât even know how she looksââ Garcia gasped, having spotted a passerby on the window and what she was wearing. âOh my gosh, that maroon coat is to die for and that textured leather bagâI wonder if I could track her down and ask where she got it.â
âOh sheâs pretty,â JJ noted.
Derek smirked. âBaby girl, tell me if you plan to ask her âcause I wouldnât mind asking for her number.â
The tech analystâs eyes further widened as she noted the attractive woman going inside the restaurant.
âYou werenât kidding about that coat, Garcia, it looks really nice,â JJ appraised.
Emily squinted her eyes, taking note of the garment in question. âIt looks high quality, probably vintage andâis she going near us?â
âOh gods, she is! Act natural, act natural!â Penelope chanted as she repeatedly slapped Derekâs arm.
The stranger stopped behind Spencer. âHey handsome,â your melodic voice was a siren that called to his every being. âFancy seeing you here.â
Penelopeâs jaw dropped as she took in Derekâs flustered reaction.
âMe?â He pointed at himself, getting picked up in such a public setting was new even for himâthe ladies man of the BAU.
You laughed. âWell, you too but I was more of talking to this lover of mineââ you bent down, kissing your boyfriendâs cheek. âHey, Spence.â
A series of gasps were heard all around the table.
The youngest stood up and turned to give you a soft kiss on the lips. âHey, Y/N. I was starting to get worried.â
âI missed the train, sorry I forgot to send an update,â you explained as he helped you into your seat.
Promptly seating back down, he angled his body to yoursâall attention on you as if you were the only one in the room. And in a way you were, with how molten his doe eyes stared, alternating between yours and your painted lips that begged to be kissed.
He always felt breathless when you were near. It was as if he found his very own Aphrodite to worship here on earth. Spencer was no believer of fates or destiny but he would pray and light a candle if he needed to, just to keep you his. Your intelligent mind complimenting his, your outgoing personality that draws anyone in, and your face that could launch a thousand ships.
Those eyes that could read the deepest crevices of his fiber of being. Those cheeks that begged to be caressed by his calloused hands. Those soft lips that deserved to be kissed and devoured until you, in turn, were as breathless as he was. He suddenly wished you both were anywhere else but hereâspecifically in the confines of the apartment where he was free to express his love, devotion, and adoration until you scream his name and beg him to stop. His hand, having found itâs way to your thigh, squeezed the flesh three timesâcommunicating his promise to have your hair laid around you like a halo as you lay under him, bare and writhing with need.
The blonde on the other end of the table cleared her throat, cutting through the tension.
âOkay, Spence,â she smiled. âMind introducing us to your girlfriend?â
He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a series of sweet kisses on your knuckle. âThis is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is the rest of the team. Morganââ he gestured to each one. âEmily, JJ, and Garcia.â
âItâs nice to finally meet you!â You exclaimed. âSo sorry weâre only meeting now. We wanted to stay in our little bubble for as long as we could plus this handsome FBI agentââ you nudged Spencerâs shoulder. ââwanted to keep me to himself. But whereâs Aaron and Dave?â
Emily whispered under her breath. âAaron? Dave?â
âThey had prior commitments, love. They did send their regards and Rossi wants to invite you to the next gathering at his mansion,â Spencer explained.
âLove?â Penelope squeaked out. This was really starting to feel like Twilight zone for the team members.
You nodded. âIâll definitely plot it on my calendar. Now, I heard you had some questions for me?â
âHowâd you two meet?â JJ asked.
âWhen was the first date?â Emily inquired.
Penelope brought out a pen and paper. âWhatâs you social security number?â
Derek snorted at that. âDo you have any other siblings?â
Spencerâs eyebrows raised further and further up with each question while your shoulders shook with laughter.
âShe has all the time in the world to get to know each of you,â Spencer laid out. âNo need to make it sound like an interrogation.â He was wishing to keep you forever, if youâd let him.
You smiled as you caressed his cheek, having caught on to the veiled meaning behind his words. âYeah?â
âYeah.â
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Urging Action against Hate Speech (Dr. Darren Klugman case)
Dr. Darren Klugman is a pediatric cardiologist in Baltimore, Maryland and he is an Associate Professor at Johns Hopkins University in the Division of Anesthesia Critical Care Medicine. It is imperative that we address instances of hate speech and promote tolerance, understanding, and justice. Here, we will shed light on a concerning situation involving an individual associated with Johns HopkinsâŚ
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I'm getting depressingly good at identifying the formula for Pop Academic Books About ADHD.
Regardless of their philosophy it pretty much goes like this:
1. Emotionally sensitive essay about the struggle of ADHD and the author's personal experience with it as both a person with ADHD and a healthcare professional.
2. Either during or directly following this, a lightly explicated catalogue of symptoms, illustrated by anecdotes from patient case studies. Optional: frequent, heavy use of metaphor to explain ADHD-driven behavior.
3. Several chapters follow, each dedicated to a symptom; these have a mini-formula of their own. They open with a patient case study, discuss the highly relatable aspects of the specific symptom or behavior, then offer some lightweight examples of a treatment for the symptom, usually accompanied by follow up results from the earlier case studies.
4. Somewhere around halfway-to-two-thirds through the book, the author introduces the more in-depth explication of the treatment system (often their own homebrew) they are advocating. These are generally both personally-driven (as opposed to suggested cultural changes, which makes sense given these books' target audience, more on this later) and composed of an elaborate system of either behavior alteration or mental reframing. Whether this system is actually implementable by the average reader varies wildly.
5. A brief optional section on how to make use of ADHD as a tool (usually referring to ADHD or some of its symptoms as a superpower at least once). Sometimes this section restates the importance of using the systems from part 4 to harness that superpower. Frequently, if present, it feels like an afterthought.
6. Summation and list of further resources, often including other books which follow this formula.
I know I'm being a little sarcastic, but realistically there's nothing inherently wrong about the formula, like in itself it's not a red flag. It's just hilariously recognizable once you've noticed it.
It makes sense that these books advocate for the Reader With ADHD undertaking personal responsibility for their treatment, since these are in the tradition of self-help publishing. They're aimed at people who are already interested in doing their own research on their disability and possible ways to handle it. It's not really fair to ask them to be policy manuals, but I do find it interesting that even books which advocate stuff like volunteering (for whatever reason, usually to do with socialization issues and isolation, often DBT-adjacent) never suggest disability activism either generally or with an ADHD-specific bent.
None of these books suggest that perhaps life with ADHD could be made easier with increased accommodations or ease of medication access, and that it might be in a person's best interest to engage in political advocacy surrounding these and other disability-related issues. Or that activism related to ADHD might help to give someone with ADHD a stronger sense of ownership of their unique neurology. Or that if you have ADHD the idea of activism or even medical self-advocacy is crushingly stressful, and ways that stress might be dealt with.
It does make me want to write one of my own. "The Deviant Chaos Guide To Being A Miscreant With ADHD". Includes chapters on how to get an actual accurate assessment, tips for managing a prescription for a controlled substance, medical and psychiatric self-advocacy for people who are conditioned against confrontation, When To Lie About Being Neurodivergent, policy suggestions for ADHD-related legislation, tips for activism while executively dysfunked, and to close the book a biting satire of the pop media idea of self-care. ("Feeling sad? Make yourself a nice pot of chicken soup from scratch and you'll feel better in no time. Stay tuned after this rambling personal essay for the most mediocre chicken soup recipe you've ever seen!" "Have you considered planning and executing an overly elaborate criminal heist as a way to meet people and stay busy?")
Every case study or personal anecdote in the book will have a different name and demographics attached but will also make it obvious that they are all really just me, in the prose equivalent of a cheap wig, writing about my life. "Kelly, age seven, says she struggles to stay organized using the systems neurotypical children might find easy. I had to design my own accounting spreadsheet in order to make sure I always have enough in checking to cover the mortgage, she told me, fidgeting with the pop socket on her smartphone."
I feel a little bad making fun, because these books are often the best resource people can get (in itself concerning). It's like how despite my dislike of AA, I don't dunk on it in public because I don't want to offer people an excuse not to seek help. It feels like punching down to criticize these books, even though it's a swing at an industry that is mainly, it seems, here to profit from me. But one does get tired of skimming the hype for the real content only to find the real content isn't that useful either.
Les (not his real name) was diagnosed at the age of 236. Charming, well-read, and wealthy, he still spent much of his afterlife feeling deeply inadequate about his perceived shortcomings. "Vampire culture doesn't really acknowledge ADHD as a condition," he says. "My sire wouldn't understand, even though he probably has it as well. You should see the number of coffins containing the soil of his homeland that he's left lying forgotten all over Europe." A late diagnosis validated his feelings of difference, but on its own can't help when he hyperfocuses on seducing mortals who cross his path and forgets to get home before sunrise. "I have stock in sunburn gel companies," he jokes.
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Maybe it's the Moonlight
- Theo Nott x Female Reader
Pairing: Tutor!Theo Nott x Good girl!female reader
â When I write within an academic setting itâs a university au and therefore all characters are over 18!
Warnings: slight dubcon, dirty talk, fingering, corruption, praise, mild degradation, power imbalance, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex (thereâs literally nobody around but still itâs a public place)
Summary: Theo has been assigned to tutor you in astronomy, but his methods are a little⌠unorthodox (they involve fucking)
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âI didnât take you for the type to sneak out past curfew, doll.â
You looked up from your seat on the edge of the Astronomy Tower to see your devastatingly handsome tutor staring down at you.
As one of the brightest in your year, it was incredibly frustrating to you that you were almost failing astronomy. What was even more frustrating was that Theodore Nott, the infamous man-whore whoâd probably never stepped foot in the library (for reasons other than making out behind the bookshelves), was top of the class.
When you requested additional help, you expected to be partnered with someone like Hermione Granger - someone as studious and academically motivated as you. Yet here you were, meeting with one of the most attractive yet most troublesome boys in school.
You two were the definition of an oxymoron: you; good, innocent and studious, juxtaposed with him; bad, corrupt and carefree.
âIâm normally not,â you said defensively, âbut I really need to pass this class.â
âAnd you want my help.â he smugly added as he sat down next to you.
Immediately, you felt some weird tension between the two of you. Why did he look so happy to be here? And why was he wearing such a predatory smile on his face?
Maybe itâs the moonlight you told yourself, as you made a mental note to reschedule your next session for a more civilised location, despite the fact that this one was undeniably practical - what better time and place to study the stars?
You cleared your throat and flicked through the pages of your textbook, feeling rather shy, and desperate to get this study session over with as soon as possible. âSo, what first?â
Theo tutted and plucked the dusty old book from your hands, before he carelessly chucked it over his shoulder. âWhatâs first is I wanna hear you say it: Theo I need your help.â
âHey I needed tha- what?â
He was already having fun with your new dynamic. Whilst you were disappointed with your assigned tutor, he was pleased. In astronomy, the only class you shared, he would watch you intently - in a way not dissimilar to how lions stalk their prey. You were too perfect⌠he thought often of inviting you over and corrupting you; fucking you senseless and leaving enough marks on your body to prove it. However he knew you would never agree to hang out with him outside in a social setting - his academic arrangement was a perfect way to get you alone.
âYou heard me, miss high-and-mighty, I want you to say the words.â
âWhy?â you crossed your arms in protest. You didnât want to admit to needing anyone, especially not Theo Nott.
âCos you think youâre better than me,â he said simply, âyet here you are about to fail astronomy, expecting me to help you pass it. You almost sound entitled really, maybe I should just go-â
âFine.â you cut him off, which only made him grin and look at you expectantly. âTheo I⌠I need your help.â
âGood girl.â his grin widened hearing you say those words, whilst simultaneously your eyes widened hearing his response. What did he just call you?
âWhy did you want me to say it so badly?â
He shrugs. âWhat man doesnât want a pretty girl to say she needs him?â
Cheeky bastard. Nevertheless, you felt your cheeks heat up against your will. He thought you were pretty. Not that that shouldâve meant anything, coming from someone like Theo Nott. He was notorious for being a womanizer. A playboy. A man-whore. You so badly wished his reused words had no effect on you, but they did. Looking down at your lap you prayed that your flush wasnât noticeable in the darkness, for you were almost embarrassed at how he could fluster you with so few words.
It was very noticeable.
At least, it was for Theo, who had been seeking such a reaction and had therefore picked up on it immediately. He wasnât entirely sure if you even wanted to study at all when you suggested meeting in the Astronomy Tower, with it being a primarily regarded by students as a hookup spot. It surprised him that you actually brought textbooks and came with the intention of learning.
He had other ideas.
He was sick of girls throwing themselves at him, this time he wanted a challenge - but he didnât just didnât want any challenge, he wanted you.
He wanted to shut your smart little mouth up with his own; he wanted the satisfaction of taking someone so smart and fucking them dumb. The dirty-minded boy found it cute that youâd so innocently suggested the meeting in the middle of the night - that the impure thoughts he was thinking hadnât even crossed your mind.
Clearly you hadnât considered your choice of clothing either. He didnât miss the way the wind was causing your little pleated skirt to fly up, nor the way your tight blouse clung to your curves and accentuated all the right places. Places heâd love to touch; to kiss.
Alas, he would have to settle for letting his mind wander for now. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he did also commit to helping you. His hands would have to wander later. Wander up to your perky tits, down to your sensitive cuntâŚ
âAnyway,â he shook his head to rid himself of his horny thoughts, âis there an area of study youâre particularly struggling with?â
âStar charts.â you admitted, your shoulders slumping.
Theo looked as though he was trying his hardest not to laugh at you. âStar charts?â
âYouâre supposed to help me, not mock me.â you deadpanned.
âIâm sorry,â he chuckled, âI just find it amusing that someone as intelligent as you canât read a fucking star chart.â
âI can read a star chart just fine. I just canâtâŚâ
âUse it to navigate the sky?â he offered.
âExactly!â
Unable to help himself, he dropped his voice to a low and seductive tone and leaned into your ear. âWell Iâd be more than happy to make you see stars.â
Theoâs hot breath on the side of your neck combined with his dominant tone caused a gush of wetness between your legs. Discreetly, you squeezed your thighs together, silently willing yourself to break free from whatever trance heâd put you under.
This didnât go unnoticed by Theo, who was thoroughly enjoying watching you squirm.
âI- if you donât wanna help me thatâs okay but I think maybe I should-â
âBelieve it or not,â he cut you off, his tone surprisingly gentle, âIâm actually trying to help you.â
A puzzled look appeared on your face. âYou threw my textbook away when I tried to open it.â
âWell, letâs not live in the past.â he waved off your statement, holding out his hand for you to take. âDo you trust me?â
âWith what?â you eyed him skeptically.
âJesus are you always this tense? Itâs a yes or no question, doll.â
After a moments hesitation, you answered; âYes⌠yes,I trust you.â and took his hand.
That was all the confirmation he needed to yank you onto his lap, causing you to let out a little gasp. Sitting on Theo Nottâs lap was not how you envisioned spending your study session, but you were hardly complaining. The faint aroma of cigarettes and the sound of his racing heart should be distressing - a sign of danger, even - but you felt oddly calm. Your back was towards him so you were both facing the night sky as he asked, âCan you point out Andromeda for me?â
The feel of his hardening bulge underneath your ass had momentarily stunned you, and you stuttered trying to answer his question.
âJust relaxâŚâ his fingers caressed your exposed thighs comfortingly, slowly working their way upwards, meeting the hem of your mini skirt.
âWhat are- shouldnât we study first?â You grabbed his wrist to stop his fingers going any higher.
When you said first, implying that you would be interested in having sex with him later, he felt his cock twitch. Finally, you were granting the opportunity for him to make you his. Luckily for the both of you, Theo was great at multitasking.
âTut tut, do you want to get better at astronomy or not?â
Well yes, but you couldnât see how him touching you was going to help with that. âI-â you were cut off by your own whimper as you felt Theoâs fingers graze over your clit through your underwear.
âThen letâs try again. Whereâs Andromeda?â
At first, his fingers lightly circling your clit were too much of a distraction. It was obvious he had experience, because he knew exactly how hard to press to satisfy you but still keep you coherent. After a moment of getting used to the sensation, your brain was clear enough to answer his question so, using your finger, you traced the outline of the constellation in the sky.
âThat was correct, clever girl.â
âWait, really?â you bounced up and down in excitement, making the boy underneath you groan at the feeling of you pressing on his hard cock. âHow did you teach me to do that without teaching me anything?â
âYour problem is you think too much. I thought if I helped you⌠relax, youâd be able to focus on astronomy a little better. Clearly, I was correct.â Theo moved his hand inside your underwear and slipped a finger inside your wet hole. âWell done.â
Your mouth falls open at the feeling of his long finger deep inside your tight cunt, stroking your inner walls. As determined as you were to not be another one of his silly hookups, you couldnât bring yourself to deny the pleasure he was giving you.
âFuck, doll, who knew a good girl like you would be this wet for someone like me.â
Theoâs finger teased you for the next twenty minutes as he asked you various Astronomy-related questions, which you answered correctly. He was right, you were clearly thinking too hard at something so simple, and his fingers pleasuring you rid you of all the unnecessary thoughts, allowing you to focus solely on the stars. Every now and then, Theo would increase the pressure on your clit or thrust his finger deeper, just to see you cut yourself off mid-sentence with a moan or a whimper induced by his touch.
âTheoâŚâ you whined after answering a dozen questions about constellations, looking up at him. You were asking for something, but you werenât quite sure what. Just something more.
He pushed a second finger inside you, curling them upwards into you slowly as his palm pressed against your clit. Watching you writhe on top of him and hearing you moan made his dick throb in his trousers, as he internally tried to decide between bringing you to your climax on his fingers first or just freeing his cock and fucking you raw right away.
âYeah, amore? You like being finger-fucked out in the open?â he whispered, even though there was no chance of you being seen or heard by anyone at this time. His words went straight to your core and his previously slow pace started to quicken as he felt you clench around his digits. âFuck- yes right there.â you cried, feeling his long fingers hit that sweet spot deep inside you.
Not long after, he retracted his fingers, smearing your wetness on your clit teasingly before removing his hand from your underwear altogether. The new, empty feeling made you whimper.
âWhyâd you stop?â you pouted breathlessly whilst you turned around in his lap, now straddling him.
Locking his eyes on yours, he brought the two fingers that were previously buried inside you to his lips and licked off all your juices. âSo sweet.â he muttered to himself, probably not intending for you to hear. âBecause,â he said louder, âI want to make you cum on my cock, if youâll let me.â
Your eyes flick down to his now rock-hard erection, still trapped inside his trousers. âYes, pleaseâŚâ
âAtta girl⌠but first, letâs get these clothes out the way, shall we?â
You nodded frantically, tugging at the hem of his t shirt as he unbuttoned your blouse to reveal your tits sitting perfectly in a lacy white bra. âThese are fucking gorgeous.â he palmed them before reaching round to unclip your bra. âI canât want to watch them bounce as I fuck you.â
He pulled away briefly to discard his own shirt before flipping you both over. How he revelled in the sight of you underneath him, all exposed and desperate. Theo knew that you werenât like him; you werenât the type to sleep around. He was honoured to be making you feel this good, and he wanted to make sure you had as much fun as he knew he would have.
After pulling off his trousers he guided your hand to his bulge, making you feel him through his boxers. âCan you feel how hard I am for you, amore? How desperate my cock is to sink itself into your pretty little cunt?â
He leaned down to give you a passionate kiss, his thumb finding its way to your clit. Your fingers found his waistband and tugged on it, indicating that you wanted him to discard them. He obliged.
Pulling away from the kiss, your jaw dropped as you saw his erection finally spring free, hitting his stomach. It was bigger than you couldâve imagined, and you suddenly found yourself conscious of how large he was in comparison to you.
âTheo that is not gonna fit inside of me.â
âLetâs find out, shall we?â he yanked your skirt and your underwear down with one harsh tug, leaving you entirely on display for him. With one movement of his hips the tip of his cock found your dripping wet entrance, and he pushed it in it in ever so slightly. The stretch makes you moan; his cock was way thicker than his fingers. âSee that, doll, your warm little cunt is practically pulling me in. I told you I know whatâs best for you.â
Tugging at his brown curls at the back of his neck, you hum in agreement. âPlease⌠I need you.â
âI didnât even have to ask you to say it that time.â he grinned before he bottomed out inside of you making you cry out. A bulge was visible in your stomach where is cock was deep inside you, still whilst you adjusted to his size. âYou okay, pretty girl?â All you could do was nod, not trusting your mouth to form coherent words with the boy who was meant to tutor you buried to the hilt in your dripping wet cunt. âWords, please.â he commanded as he grabbed your jaw to bring your face closer to his.
âYes Iâm- Iâm more than okay just pleaseâŚâ
âPlease what?â
âPlease fuck me.â you said in a small voice, surprised at yourself for saying it outright. At your request he started to move, making you bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the sensation.
âDonât hold back, amore. Your sounds are as cute as your face, I wanna hear them all.â
And with that he began to pound in and out of you, immediately picking up a harsh pace. His large hands pinned your wrists on either side of your head so you could make no attempt to cover your flushed face or muffle your breathy moans. He was no hypocrite either, groaning into your ear letting you hear just how much he was enjoying fucking you raw.
It was even more erotic than heâd imagined. Heâd managed to turn a tutoring session with the schools resident good girl and turn it into a scene straight out of a porno. The sight of your tits bouncing as your tight, warm cunt took his thick cock was one he wanted engrained in his memory. Fuck, if you werenât on a hard wooden floor heâd be tossing your little body around in all sorts of positions. And god, how he wanted to taste you; to suck on your sensitive little clit and lick up your sweet juices. The opportunity hadnât arose in this particular occasion, but it only motivated him to get you in bed again.
âYou feel fucking incredible.â he groaned, earning only a whimper in response. âBet you couldnât answer any astronomy questions now, hm?â
You shook your head, your eyes fluttering shut as he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you. âN-no, I-â his pace didnât falter as you felt yourself clenching around him, orgasm building up - if anything, it quickened.
âCos Iâve fucked you senseless, havenât I?â Although you could hear him, you couldnât respond. His voice was muffled and your vision was clouded, your pleasure was so overwhelming, you couldnât think straight. âYou like going dumb on my dick?â
Theo could tell you were close, so he brought a thumb to your clit, adding pressure in circular motions. Thatâs all it took for your orgasm to come crashing over you. âTheo, Iâm-â
âDo it. Let go. Cum for me.â
And you do. Just as he promised, you swore you saw stars whilst he fucked you through your high and chased his own. He didnât slow down to accommodate your now increased sensitivity - his need almost became primal as his thrusts got sloppier the closer he got. âGonna fill you up with my cum, doll. Real deep.â he grunted in your ear, feeling his own orgasm building. The pressure from your tight cunt felt like heaven to him, but mostly it was the way you were looking at him that pushed him over the edge, like heâd just taken you places you didnât know you could go.
You both moaned as you felt his hot cum spill into you, marking you as his. And you were his, now. Heâd ruined you for anybody else; heâd moulded you to fit him perfectly.
After pulling out, he laid down on his side next to you, tracing mindless circles around your navel.
âThat,â you inhaled shakily, âwas amazing. Are you okay?â
His eyes, which had previously been fixed on the sight of his cum leaking out of your hole, snapped up to you. By the looks of it, people donât normally ask him that after sex, and you immediately felt as though youâd said something wrong. That was, until you felt his hand cup your cheek. âCareful, doll, youâre really making me want to keep you.â
âWhat?â you roll onto your side to face him.
âNothing.â he sighed in content. âIâm great, are you okay?â
âAmazing. Same time next week?â you attempted to joke.
âSame time tomorrow.â
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Synopsis: In a bustling college campus, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoonâare the ultimate heartthrobs, each excelling in their respective sports and capturing the hearts of many. One day, they come up with a playful challenge to see who can win the heart of the same person, you. A girl that was too kind for her own good, too innocent for her own good. As they each use their unique charms and talents to impress, they soon realize that maybe not everything could be a challenge. They canât help that they want you.
Pairing: Enha Hyung Line x Fem! Reader (Completed)
Synopsis: Jake is the charming and athletic soccer player, known for his incredible talent and sportsmanship. He has a large fans following and the guy who can effortlessly balance his social life with his responsibilities. Jake's infectious smile and positive attitude makes him a favorite among students, so why canât you notice him?
Wanna be Jakeâs?
Synposis: Sunghoon is the enigmatic and talented ice hockey player, captivating everyone with his skill on the ice and his mysterious aura off it. He's the guy who doesn't say much but leaves a lasting impression. Sunghoon's dedication to his sport and his quiet confidence make him a true heartthrob, unfortunately he just canât get your attention.
Wanna be Sunghoonâs?
Synopsis: Jay is the stylish and confident basketball player, always turning heads with his impressive skills and cool demeanor. He's the guy everyone wants to hang out with, known for throwing the best parties and having a great sense of humor. Despite his laid-back vibe, Jay would be dedicated to his sport and academics, coincidentally you are too.
Wanna be Jayâs?
Synopsis: Heeseungs the star quarterback, leading the football team to victory every season. With his natural charisma and leadership skills, Heeseung is adored by fans and respected by teammates. Off the field, he's be known for his genuine kindness and approachable flirty nature, but that comes crashing down when you donât acknowledge him.
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notes: this is my first time doing a hyung line fic! all of them have sexual interactions so MINORS DNI!! itâs best to read from top to bottom so it makes more sense.
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â¨ď¸Mercury symbolizes a person's intellect, communication, the exchange of ideas, studies, learningâ¨ď¸
đIn the 1st house: it gives the person a curious, competitive mind, and a mental and intellectual capacity with a superior gift when it comes to expressing oneself both in writing and speaking. This ability will be ideal for working in the academic and scientific world, or somewhere in which their voices can be heard.
đIn the 2nd house: mental and communication abilities will give the person a gift in financial aspects, business. With this intellectual capacity, they will know how to earn a living through their mental effort. They will be able to see where to achieve success and where not. They will be able to work in areas such as journalism, or writing.
đIn the 3rd house: very powerful since it is their own house of Mercury and they can better develop their qualities. In this house everything related to studies, learning, and intellectual faculties will be very good for them; they tend to have multiple interests and careers.
đIn the 4th house: it gives the person an intellectual environment in their family roots. Mercury in this placement favors professions that have to do with the house (architect for example).
đIn the 5th house: it has to do with creativity, here the intellectual part can favor these natives being writers, intellectuals. They will be attracted to reading, writing, everything that has to do with curiosity, with learning. They will have few children and if they have a relationship with them, they will have very good communication.
đIn the 6th house: a very good position for everything related to work, responsibility, involvement. It also has to do with technology, since it requires observation and is ideal for health problems. Predisposition to change jobs and to move around for work issues.
đIn the 7th house: it favors finding a partner who is either younger or with intellectual and/or restless attitudes. It may be that marriage is sometimes more out of interest than love. This position helps you to know how to move in the social area and to know how to emerge victorious in situations.
đIn the 8th house: it is a perfect position for psychologists and occultists. These natives will be attracted by the ancient, the occult, everything that has to do with research. Favorable position for business, finances.
đIn the 9th house: it favors intellectual growth to give a person oriented to be a scientist or a writer of some kind. Numerous trips abroad will surely, although long and short durations. Philology, literature and innate facility in languages ââwill attract you.
đIn the 10th house: it will make the native ideal for professions such as diplomat or politicians, there is an humanitarian nature to them. Everything that has to do with the business world will be attractive to this native. Their sharp mind will make them reap great professional successes. It may sometimes cause instability.
đIn the 11th house: Mercury will provide this native with intelligent and diplomatic friendships that will be related to communication. They know how to inspire loyalty in their friends. They will be in groups where there is an exchange of ideas. Friendships with family members.
đIn the 12th house: Mercury has a difficult role here. Since they will feel like the black sheep among their environment. They will be a person who will be highly evaluated, judged. They are intelligent but will not know how to express themselves well. Traumas in childhood, adolescence.
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