#alexa play mad woman

[jonathanbyersphd]

It is too fucking early to deal with plagiarism

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Did I do my job well today? No

Did I get everything I needed to get done today? Also no

Did I experience the full gamut of female rage? YOU BET YOUR ASS I DID

[sainzproductions]

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 ⋆ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

wherein the internet hates you for breaking poor charles's heart; so you move on to his best mate.

[charles leclerc x ex!socialite reader, carlos sainz x socialite!reader]

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username oop here she comes with her daily raphael clout

username poor raphael for having you as his mother🙄🤭

username i have to laugh, she's clearly using all of charles's child support to fund her lifestyle😂

username are you on crack?? her family owns about everything in italy🙄🙄

username i think she likes being bullied on social media

username so glad charles woke up from your manipulations🥰

username probably shagged some ugly bald dude for her luxurious lifestyle

username charles doesn't want you anymore girl, stay the fuck away from him

username when all the money in the world can't buy you class...

username poor charles, having to be stuck with such a vile woman🤢🤮

username y'all in the comments ugly as fuck, as if charles would fuck you even if you threw yourself at him😒

username the matchings shoes arghhhh!!😍

username how come you never let raphael spend some time with charles?

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username the silhouette looking a bit too familiar...

username who is she??

username carlos come home, the kids miss you😭😭

username i will block you fr

username alexa play happier by olivia rodrigo

username shirtless pics or it didn't happen

username are you in majorca?

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SHOWBUZZF1 The Sainz family are pictured in what looks to be, a merry family get together with a surprise addition to their group, Y/n Y/l/n. The italian heiress appeared to be in cahoots with the Sainz clan, and even more so with Carlos Jr. It is unsure wether the pair are formally seeing eachother, as both parties declined to comment on the issue.

username WHAT IN THE FUCKING HOMIE HOPPER LORE IS THIS

username carlos, look at me, this isn't you!!!

username probably just a means to have stronger backing in italy

username carlos she's a W H O R E😭😭😭

username time to delete instagram

ussrname i fucking hate all of you, y'all was hating on her for no reason, now she's giving us all a reason

username hooking up with charles AND carlos in the same life time???!! i aint even mad girly😮‍💨😮‍💨

username SHUT UP NO THEY'RE NOTHING

username f1 is about to be interesting againnnnn

username i got a hundred band get that bitch the fuck out of here😭

username you ugly whores made this happen😭 if y'all wasn't taking your insecurities out on the poor girl🙃🙃

username he's the father that stepped up🗣️🗣️🗣️

username so carlos is a daddy??? wbk

username what is with rbr boys and why do they keep taking other people's women🤭

username it's the sebastian vettel way of life

username wait did he also steal other people's girl?

username no, i was just talking about not giving two fucks😂

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username she makes me so mad for no reason omf

username stay away from carlos!!

username keep being mad, she clearly does not care😂😂

username are you fr seeing carlos??

username raphael is watching cars😍

username you're a disgusting attention seeking fame f*cker

username is that carlos?? are you with him??

[cartierre]

QUEEN'S GAMBIT | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x latina!chess player!reader (fc: alexa demie)

part two: giuoco piano

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yourusername it has been an absolute pleasure and honour to help my fellow latina anyataylorjoy on set for netflix's new series 'the queen's gambit' as a professional chess player. it's available on the 23th of october, only on netflix.

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user1 so we're all here because of the dating rumour, huh? ⤷ user2 kind of mad her whole content is just chess. girl i wanna know how you look ⤷ user3 just google her she's a literal grandmaster, i'm sure she has wikipedia with some pictures

user4 'fellow latina' she's latina?? omg now i know i have a chance with charles ⤷ user5 charles expanded his taste in women and i'm here for it

anyataylorjoy the most fun i had on a set in a long time! ⤷ yourusername <3

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yourusername i guess someone's eager to learn how to play chess. magnus_carlsen feel threatened because he's serious competition. (for context; magnus carlsen is the currently best ranked male chess player)

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magnus_carlsen i'm going to feel threatened once i see his rankings ⤷ yourusername don't tell him i said that, but i fear there's no hope for him

user6 confirmed: charles dates y/n to have a chess teacher for free ⤷ user7 i mean honestly chess players aren't known to be pretty ⤷ user8 ??????????

user9 charles liking every post, yet y/n not tagging him or mentioning his name is so funny. like bffr we know you're dating just admit it ⤷ user10 it's giving saying 'my ex' instead of their name like we all know who you're talking about

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sportsillustrated Meet the grandmaster Y/N Y/L/N in an exclusive interview about chess, representation and working on set for Netflix' new series 'The Queen's Gambit' in our November issue 2020!

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yourusername it was such an honour and privilege to work with you! i'm thankful to have had a chance to bring some awareness to chess, its greatness as well as some issues as a poc and woman in the sport! comment liked by charles_leclerc

user11 you're telling me THIS is the girl charles BAGGED?? ⤷ user12 absolutely gagged because why does charles lowkey look crusty now that i know his girlfriend is this gorgeous

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yourusername such a fun night at the premiere of 'the queen's gambit'! thank you so much for the invite netflix. an unforgettable night for sure!

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user13 just confirm you're dating charles already we're getting sick and tired of this game ⤷ user14 fr they're so obvious. she's wearing red, she gets picked up by a ferrari, the hands??!!

user15 it's been enough soft launching i need a hard launch

anyataylorjoy looking absolutely gorgeous! ⤷ yourusername my favourite colour <3

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f1wagupdates for the first time, y/n y/l/n has been spotted attending the first gp of the new season in bahrain. she's been seen arriving to the paddock next to charles leclerc.

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user16 i'm at a point where i don't even give a fuck wheter or not they officially confirmed their relationship. i'm deciding that it's canon from now on ⤷ user17 fr their relationship has been rumoured about since june last year, we're tired.

user18 this is enough confirmation i need, they're dating.

user19 she's the definition of minimal effort maximum beauty ⤷ user20 still shocked she's dating charles. no offence, he isn't ugly but girl she's multiple levels above him for sure!

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[bookuce]

Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it. 

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 2,635

PART SEVEN (2)

PART EIGHT

Alina was sprawled across the couch downstairs, her phone close to her chest. The sound of ringing is heard throughout the living room while she waits for someone to answer her call. Word of the fight between Theo and Josh had gotten out, and Tasha was possibly upset about it. The last thing she wanted was for her best friend to be mad at her. “Hello, the person you are trying to reach is…” Says the voicemail for the third time. Alina sighs softly. “...please leave a voicemail after the beep!” It finishes, followed by a beep. 

“Hey, Tash…” She starts, exhaustion was evident in her voice. Alina was restless, and after the news broke, she spent the entire night tossing and turning. She couldn’t go to sleep without talking to her friend. It was now nine in the morning. “I, uh, Cassie told me you found out about last night and…” She pauses for a moment. “...I just wanted to explain what happened and apologize to you and Mike. I don’t want to do it over text or voicemail, so…” Her lips would twist to the side as she sucked in a heavy breath. “...call me when you can. I love you. Bye.” She’d end the call, allowing the phone to slide out of her hand and onto the cushion beneath her. 

None of this would have happened if she had never taken Josh out there to the men. None of this would have happened had she been honest with Josh about Theo. No fights would have broken out, no tears shed. Alina wouldn’t have embarrassed her best friend at her wedding and made everything about her. They should be talking about how beautiful the bride and the wedding were! Instead, they’re talking about Alina’s ex and boyfriend rolling around in the dirt over her. 

The tired woman pushes herself up and off the couch, walking towards the kitchen. She should make breakfast for her and Josh and try to get her mind off the issue. He was still fast asleep when she left the room a few hours ago. She expected him to remain asleep for a few more hours. “Alexa, play music.” She says, dragging herself over to the fridge.

“Now Playing: My First Love by Avant featuring KeKe Wyatt on Spotify,” Alexa says. The song begins to play softly. Alina scoffs slightly, glaring over her shoulder at the little speaker on her countertop. The irony of this song playing first.

“Alexa, skip song.” She says, forcing it to stop the song and play something else. She needed something lively, something to wake her up. 

“Now Playing: Outstanding by The Gap Band on Spotify,” It responds. The first few notes would come in, making her nod slightly. She turns her attention back to the open fridge she stood before. Her eyes scan its contents before snatching up the carton of eggs she bought a few days ago. She also grabs a roll of turkey sausage and a jug of milk. Alina steps back from the fridge, closing the door with her foot. She moves over to the stove, placing what she grabbed on the counter beside it. She’d turn and walk to her pantry, now hunting for pancake mix. 

Alina hummed along to Charlie’s melodic singing, her body swaying as she opened the door to her pantry. Her eyes skimmed the shelves before finding the box of pancake mix she was hunting for. Lina snatches it from the shelf, returning to the stove. From the cabinet, she’d grab a scale and two bowls; one for her eggs, the other for her pancakes. Down below, she’d grab a large spoon and a whisk. “Girl, you knock me out.” She sings softly to herself.

Every few moments, her body would scream at her to go to sleep, but she was pushing through it. It was too late to go to sleep. She had things she needed to complete today. She had to pack for the road. Alina and Josh will be on the road for a while now that she’s gotten all her vacations out of the way. Leaving Atlanta was always so hard for her when she came home to visit, but this time around, she was ready to go. If she could, she’d leave tonight. Too much happened this weekend, and it was all her fault. In the midst of her mixing the pancake batter, she pauses. She drops the wooden spoon into the bowl and leans onto the counter. She closes her eyes, allowing herself only a few seconds to rest her eyes.

Arms would wrap around the woman, causing her to jump slightly. Josh places his head on her shoulder, his eyes closing as he buries his face in her neck. She’d close her eyes again, tilting her head against his shoulder. They’d remain like this for a few moments, enjoying the silence between the two. His body was warm, comforting to her forever. “You alright?” He asks. Alina places her hands over his. Her body relaxes more into his, prompting him to lift his head. She didn’t know, but he caught her leaning over the countertop. They’d sway from side to side slowly to the music playing on the speaker now. 

“I should be asking you that.” She says tiredly.

“This isn’t about me.” He argues. “You’re the one snoring in a bowl and shit.” He says, making her giggle. Alina lifts her head, her eyes open once more. She glances around before grabbing the spoon she dropped back into the bowl. 

“You weren’t supposed to be awake yet.” She informs him, yawning softly. “I was going to surprise you with breakfast.” She confesses. 

“Breakfast ain’t gonna get done at this rate.” He says, stepping back from her. His back would touch the island behind him, allowing him to put all his weight on it. Alina moves to the stove, turning on the eye closest to her. Josh continued to watch her movements, his brows slightly furrowed. “When did you wake up?” He asks now.

“Yesterday.” She mumbles.

Josh smacks his lips at her answer, shaking his head. He approaches the stove, moving her from it. “Girl, take your ass on somewhere.” He says, earning sounds of disapproval from the woman.

“Jey,—.”

“Christine.” He says, calling her by her middle name. She pauses, her mouth now agape. “Yeah, now chill on that Jey shit.” He says, glancing over at her. “I’ll make breakfast. Go sit down.” He says, shooing her away. He grabs the bowl next to him, pouring perfect pancakes for the two of them. She moves over to the island, pulling out one of the barstools to sit in. She climbs up onto it, now resting her head on her arms. She watched Josh move around the kitchen, grabbing extra pans for the eggs and sausage. He was moving a helluva lot faster than she was. 

Of course, he is. He was well rested, and Alina was running on fumes. “I don’t think you’ve ever cooked for me before.” She notes.

“That’s because you won’t let me.” He says, flipping three pancakes. He grabs four eggs, cracking them open one at a time. “I’m a pretty good cook.” He informs her. Breakfast wouldn’t prove anything for him. He’d need to cook her dinner one night. He pats out sausage patties, dropping them into another hot skillet on the stove. “You gonna tell me why you haven’t slept?” He asks, moving over to the sink to wash his hands. Alina inhales deeply, finding little energy to explain what’s happening.

“Tasha found out about all the shit that happened yesterday.” She says. “She’s not happy.” Josh grabs two plates from the cabinets, turning to place them on the island in front of her. 

“Did you talk to her?” He asks. Alina shakes her head, burying her face in her arms. She’d attempted to call her three times this morning and left a handful of texts. So far, her phone hasn’t lit up with a text or call from her. Part of her wants to think she’ll call when she’s ready or has time, but the other part doesn’t think she’ll hear anything from her—at least not until after the honeymoon. “Give her some time then.” He says, turning to the stove once more. He flips over the sausage, turning off the other eyes for the eggs and pancakes. 

Alina lifts her head, her eyes finding Josh’s back. “I ruined the wedding.” She says.

“You had nothing to do with what happened.” He assures her. “You didn’t make your ex act like that. He did that shit on his own and got his ass whooped for it.” Josh still felt some type of way about that fight. Theo was lucky he had people around. And Theo made him bleed? Yeah, he had a receipt coming next time he saw his ass. Something tells him that the wedding won’t be the last time they see each other. He’ll phone God for another round if he has to.

“That was my fault.” She says. “I shouldn’t have—.”

“Lina, we done talked about this already.” He says, his voice raising slightly. He turns around, placing the skillets on the island top before her. “Don’t piss me off.” He warns, shooting a brief glare in her direction. She’d smile slightly at his warning. He begins to plate their breakfast for the morning, humming softly to the song on the speaker. She sits up, now shifting her weight onto her right elbow. She silently watched as Josh finished filling her plate with food.  

“How’s your eye?” She asks. There was a knot and bruising on his eyebrow where Theo hit, but not much swelling. Did he have a headache; absolutely, but that was nothing Tylenol couldn’t fix. 

“Fine.” He answers, moving around the island to sit next to Alina. It was nothing he wasn’t used to. Josh has had many cuts, bruises, springs, and broken bones. A black eye was nothing to him. He sits on the bar stool next to Alina, watching the tired girl as she stares at her food through low eyes. Slowly, she’d pick up her fork, now stabbing at the eggs. The poor girl was exhausted, and it was apparent. “Do you want to go to bed? We can save this for later if we have to.” He asks. She’d laugh once, shaking her head. “What do you want to do then? Because I’m not sitting here looking at you looking pitiful.” He tells her. If he has to call Tasha himself and talk to her, he will. Whatever it took to get Alina to not look like this anymore.

“I want to get out of Atlanta.” She confesses. After this weekend, Alina has had enough of this city for a while. The sooner she can leave, the better. Josh nods slowly at her request before glancing down at his food. He picks up a sausage patty and takes a bite of it. 

“Road trip to Pensacola?” He suggests. It was a four-hour drive from Atlanta back to his city. He had no issue with the drive—he’s done it plenty of times. Alina, on the other hand, rarely traveled down there. She only went when they had shows in Florida. “We can stay a few days and fly out from there. Is that cool?” She’d shrug at his question.

“I’m fine with that.” She replies. 

“Good, because I got some loose ends I need to tie up.” He says. Alina furrows her brows, looking at him. Loose ends?

“What are you talking about?” She asks wearily. Josh glances up at her, turning the sausage patty in betwixt two fingers up. He shrugs slightly. “What else have you done?” She asks, causing him to suck his teeth at her.

“Why you assuming I done something?” He asks. “I ain’t done nothing yet.” He assures her. Her gaze was unwavering while she watched the man next to her. He’d stare back, unblinking. “What?” He asks.

“Tell me.” She pleads.

Josh watches the woman for a second longer before tossing the little bit of sausage left in his hand into his mouth. He chews slowly, looking away from her before swallowing. “I…uh, was thinking about selling my house in Pensacola.” He confesses. “I spoke with a few realtors down there and plan on getting some quotes.” It was something he’s been thinking about for a while now. He was in Atlanta a lot these days, more than Pensacola. With each passing week, this place felt more and more like home. “I’m moving to Atlanta.” He says. 

Alina playfully gasps at him, bringing her hand up to her mouth. “You haven’t lived in Atlanta this entire time?” She jokes.

“You funny.” He says, lowering his eyes at her. “Nah, but in all seriousness,” He starts. “I’m selling my house.” Once Josh is committed to something, there is no changing his mind. There are few pros and cons to his stubbornness, but that was because he led with his heart and never his head. When it comes to the woman sitting next to him, he did whatever he needed to. 

“That’s quite the commitment,” Alina starts, glancing at her plate. She stabs a few pieces of scrambled eggs and shoves them into her mouth. She chews slowly, humming to herself. “What if we don’t work out?” She asks. 

“You don’t think we will?” She looks up at him, inhaling deeply.

“We don’t know what the future holds.” She says. These are fears she had before they got together. What happened between her and Theo was the cause of her anxieties surrounding them, and seeing him this weekend did nothing but make it worse. What if they didn’t work out? They couldn’t be friends anymore; it’d be too weird. Not only would it be uncomfortable for them, but for everyone around them. She couldn’t subject Trin, Josh, and any of their other friends to what her college friend group got to go through with her and Theo. 

“I don’t intend on ever breaking your heart, Lina.” He assures her. “Wasting your time is not the goal.” Josh was all in when it came to this woman. If they were playing a game of poker, he’d push all his chips to the center of the table. Josh reaches over, snatching up her hand. He brings it up to his lips, kissing her ring finger gently. Something about that action filled her with butterflies, chills rushing her body. She looks away from him, closing her eyes. 

Girl, you’re exhausted. Gather yourself, she thought. Alina takes a deep breath, slowly pulling her hand from his grasp. “Have you looked at any places here yet?” She asks, changing the subject.

“I want you to pick.” He tells her. She lifts an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t want a say?” She asks.

He shakes his head, slightly fanning his hand at her. He hated house shopping. “Whatever the Missus wants.” Missus? As if he didn’t call her what he just did, Josh stands to his feet, grabbing his plate from the marble top. He reaches over for her plate as well. “You done?” He asks. 

“Missus?” She questions. He ignores her, grabbing her plate anyway. “Josh.” She calls to him. He walks around her to the trash can, dumping whatever’s left on her plate. “You hear me.” She says.

“I’ll clean up down here. We leaving when you’ve finished packing.” He tells her. She scoffs gently, shaking her head. Alina stands to her feet, slowly moving towards the archway to the living room.

“You’re something else with yourself; I hope you know that.” She informs him, watching his back. Not once does he turn around to look at her.

“Yep, bye.”

PART NINE

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A/N: Alright, so boom. Your girl had writer's block lol BUT ITS OKAY!!! I'M BACK!!! This was just something light. Story will pick up again soon I PROMISE.

About this Tasha situation though...what y'all think? Actually, what y'all think period lol I wanna talk about it.

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[dearsnow]

SEDATED

- you and your hookup buddy are looking for vastly different things in life. or, in which you discover that love can be a drug. (natasha “phoenix” trace x fem!reader, angst, alexa play casual by chappell roan & sedated by hozier ⚠️ SEX IS A PROMINENT THEME although it’s not a full explicit smut. 18+ only please)

word count: 1,221

a/n - wowww ok so this might be ooc but whatever, if it’s based on a hozier song it really can’t be that bad 🎉 and this is also my first explicitly 18+ story 💖 minors look away. idk if i’ll ever write actual smut because i would get embarrassed and it’s awkward but you never know <3

You’re her escape. When Natasha presses her lips to the column of your neck, your hands carding through her loose hair, it’s like nothing else in the world matters. She can pull you close, feeling your heartbeat against her own as her hand slips down underneath your panties. She can shiver under the heat of your quickening breath. She can pull sounds from your lips that no one else has ever managed to. The best part is that when you’re a mess underneath her, she can’t think of anything but you.

She has a lot to distract herself from, currently. Every training session pushes her harder and every additional deployment seems to become longer and tougher. Everything in her screams bloody murder when she stops to think about the work she’s doing and the lives that are at risk. It certainly doesn’t help that her father just passed away, right before she met you.

When she saw you in that bar, with your dress just short enough to get her riled up and heels just high enough to make you look unbearably sexy, she knew she needed to get in your pants. Unfortunately for you, your pants were the only thing she wanted. You were just what she needed to distract herself.

Natasha walked up to you as you were ordering a drink from the woman behind the counter, who you later learned was named Penny. She nodded to Penny and purred, “Put that on my tab.”

You turned around, eyebrows slightly furrowed in a way that made Natasha’s pulse pump faster. “Hello.” You weren’t mad that this gorgeous woman had just forcibly paid for your drink, but you were more wondering why.

“Hey.” She pulled a stool close to you and sat down, her thigh sliding between the gap in your own. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone?” Ah, flirting.

The line was cheesy and the both of you knew it, but it didn’t stop a broad smile from working its way up your face. “Waiting for another beautiful woman to sit down next to me. Now that you’re here, I think that goal has been checked off.”

You fell head over heels that night.

When she’s taking you apart with her mouth, fingers, anything, your heart stutters her name. She’s so giving, like her entire goal is to make your legs shake so badly she’ll have to carry you to the bathroom. The few times she’s allowed you to touch her, feel her, kiss her, and press your own fingers into her warmth, you feel like this is what you want to do for the rest of your life.

Natasha is gorgeous and fiery and bold, but never once has she made you feel unsafe. It’s like she’s completely in tune with everything that makes you tick— everything that you so hopelessly need.

Despite this, despite how desperately you want her to stay, she always leaves. It’s a ritual at this point; you have sex, she kisses you on the forehead, she dresses and uses the bathroom, and then walks out the door without so much as a glance backwards. You feel yourself breaking every single time.

“Natasha,” you whisper, pulling your bedsheets up to cover your exposed chest, “can you stay? Please, just this once.”

She turns around, already clothed. The look in her eyes is hard, like bedrock that hasn’t been dug up. Your gaze is sad in comparison. “I can’t.”

The lights in your room are dim. They soften her features, and as you reach to pull a shirt over your head, you almost believe that her expression may turn sweet yet. Almost.

“Why not?” You question. God, she thinks, you’re making this so hard. She can’t stay. If she stays, she won’t be able to come back again. Don’t you understand that? If she forms one more connection, one more goddamn person that she cares about, she thinks she might shatter.

She watches you pull up a pair of shorts, too, over your new, clean underwear. “Because I can’t. It’s better if we never cross that line, okay? We can fuck, but anything more than that just won’t work out.”

“And why is that, Nat? Do you just not like me enough to have a real relationship?” She can hear the challenge in your voice.

“Don’t call me that.” She states, opening your bedroom door with the intention to leave. “I can’t do anything serious.”

There’s anger pooling in your stomach. You understand not wanting a relationship, trust me, you do. But her tone is taut with curtness, like she doesn’t want to waste words on you. Like she never viewed you as a person, just a warm body. “And I can’t do what we’ve been doing anymore. I want you, Natasha, and if we’re just going to fuck around without ever finding out, I’m done.”

“Then we’re done.” She says simply. You feel something inside of you snap.

“Why is it that you just want me to play with? I thought there was at least some sense of care. I’m… I’m not going to stop you, but I need a reason.”

She sighs, turning around to face you. It’s night outside, far past the hour that anyone should be driving. Far past the hour that people should leave by. “You, this, what we’ve been doing sedates shit. Sex sedates shit. It’s an escape, alright? If I start actually liking you, that distraction is gone, and I’ll have to go back to square one.” She spits. There’s a certain vulnerability in her expression, one you never noticed before. “I really need that escape right now.”

Her last sentence is quiet, almost whispered. You reach out to touch her, and she flinches away. “Is the stability of a relationship not enough of an escape?”

She shakes her head, tight-lipped.

“I just wish you had told me sooner.” You falter.

She crosses your house with ease, pausing just long enough to hear your words and reply. “If I had, would you still have fucked me?”

It hurts. It hurts so bad you think if your legs had been any weaker, they would have given out from the sheer weight of her words. She never liked you, never wanted you. It all but presses you into the floor. You reach around her to unlock your front door, eyes brimming with tears. “No.”

She hesitates before stepping out. “Then I’m glad we had fun while we could. You’ll find what you want someday.”

“I wanted it to be you.” You’re crying now, and she looks at you like you’re a puppy with footprints on its haunches. It’s pity, pure pity. She gives you one last kiss on the cheek.

“I never did.”

With that, she steps out into the night, and you watch her go. When she gets into her car and drives away, you close your door with your back and slide down its wood paneling.

Sobs wrack your body as you bring your knees up to your chest. She was what you looked forward to in the mornings, and you were what she looked forward to in the dead of night. For once, you yourself feel like you might need some sedation.

It’s too bad that your only shot at it just walked away.

Taglist: @seitmai

[smokey07]

heyo! hope you’re having a good day :>

I’m curious, what is your take on Cassandra and Oenone? They are two women in the Epic Cycle with very tragic endings, but both are still very cool in their own right!

Hiya! Thank you for the ask!!

I haven’t had time to read any original Greek Myth classics works other than the Iliad, so my knowledge is a bit limited on this matter. However I have somewhat a general knowledge of their tales and I will give my opinions based on that.

The women of Greek Myth are very interesting to me, as they are complex people and I love the way they embrace their femininity, both in good and bad ways.

Cassandra is just a tragic woman, I think it’s quite brave and understandable for her to deny Apollo. After that even when no one believed her, she still voiced out her prophecies. Her ending was just tragic, being passed from one man to another, being defiled and then being killed as a minor collateral damage. Idk if it’s better that a woman killed her and not a man.

I think she’s important to the overall story as an helpless observer, but unlike other women who know almost nothing, her tragedy is that she knows something, probably too much. This is also why I added her in that fanfic of Helen, hehe. She acted quite bitter and insane there but it’s under the eyes of Helen, another observer who will not be able to understand throughout.

She’s like those women who are very smart and knowledgeable, unfortunately too smart for her own good. No one could keep up with her intellect, and as a result, is seen as a mad woman.

Oenone is even more tragic, as she has basically nothing to do with the Trojan War or even the Priam family. She has no part in the fight. She simply and unfortunately married to Paris. And for her, there was no Paris the prince, covering in shining stuffs and nice things for, but a shepherd, a nobody. She knew him as he was (or did she?)

Her life with Paris was before he knew he was a prince, it’s a simple and honest life (Alexa plays Married life from Up), until bro realized he was a prince and picking another married woman is better (bro your wife’s right there)😭😭😭. She died still loving Paris and out of guilt and grief.

[the-roo-too]

say something!

oh_haewon x fem_reader

—haewon doesn’t fall for people, it’s a known fact. so what changes when the exchange student arrives?

GENRE: smau, fluff, crack

STATUS: on hold!

disclaimer: this is my first work on tumblr and my first smau ever! i’m open to any form of criticism so if there’s something you think i could change/do better, please do tell :D

WARNINGS: bit angsty every once in a while; some swearing

FEAT.: nmixx (jinni included!); lesserafim; xdinary heroes

PROFILES: the ‘sane’ ones (and a cheetah); the fishy ones (and a mom); the ordinary ones (and a bubble); the exchange (and her friends)

CHAPTERS:

-0.0 zuha grew up

-0.1 nailed it

-0.2 take it down (half-written)

-0.3 #kimjiwooisoverparty

-0.4 eunchae the seducer

-0.5 jooyeon villain era

-0.6 another day another slay

-0.7 take cover

-0.8 haewon causes terror

-0.9 yoona on the case (half-written)

-1.0 lovely salad

-1.1 yoona the runner

-1.2 y/n-kura besties

-1.3 y/n the dealer

-1.4 the lunch box

-1.5 haewon is being weirder

-1.6 live laugh love cuddlefish

-1.7 mad woman

-1.8 the child never lies

-1.9 you sold your soul for what?

-2.0 hot girl?

-2.1 girl lover

-2.2 pics price

-2.3 speaking shakespeare

-2.4 nearby stars basis

-2.5 haewon arsonist confirmed

-2.6 furry gang movie night

-2.7 adopt y/n movement

-2.8 almost identity theft

-2.9 code red

-3.0 alexa play cactus by twice

-3.1 hard boiled egg

-3.2 a man?

-3.3 you did WHAT

-3.4 leaving this convo

-3.5 that was quick

-3.6 BLOCK of parmesan

-3.7 mommy help

-coming soon!

TAGLIST: @sserajeans @chaewonluvsme @spritin @babycubchae @meowrinz @shztv @chaerybae @pandafuriosa60

©the-roo-too 2023

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Apology

-Description: You and Spencer are married. When you bumped into a certain person, Spencer his past came back.

-Warnings: Angst, fluffiness

-Word count: 961

-Note: A little story for you to enjoy. Love y'all <3

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Y/N POV:

My husband and I, were walking through the hallways of the local supermarket. Our shopping cart was already filled with groceries, as we were laughing and talking. Suddenly, Spencer stopped his tracks, while his hand found mine. He squeezed is slightly, and I followed his eyes to a tall, pretty woman. She was looking for some products.

'We need to go. Now.' all the laughter had disappeared, and made room for a more nervous atmosphere.

I could see it was serious. He knew the person, and wanted nothing more than to disappear. With my hand still in his, we began walking towards the exit, as we suddenly heard a voice behind us.

'Spencer? Spencer Reid?' I could softly hear Spencer curse under his breath, as we turned around to see the woman looking at us, with surprise in her eyes.

'Hi Alexa, long time no see.' when I heard that name, it shot me like a bullet. That was the Alexa. The Alexa who was in the plot of tidying him to a goalpost while stripping him naked, all that when he was younger.

When Spencer told me the story after dating him for months, it tore my heart apart. I felt terrible. No wonder, he wanted to go as quick as possible.

'Yeah, it's been awhile. How are you?' she asked the genius, not giving me a glance.

'I'm good, but we have to go now.' he took my hand and dragged me to the checkout.

'Can you please go and pay?' he whispered in my ear, and I could see the tears forming into his eyes. I nodded, and he thanked me, before giving me money and storming off to the car.

I was quick in paying and walking back towards the car. After I dropped the groceries in the trunk, I immediately took place, and hugged Spencer as good as I could. He was crying silently, muffled sobs shocking through his body. His past all came back.

'I'm so sorry, love. You absolutely didn't deserve all of that. I know, seeing her brought some old memories back, and it's okay to feel this way. What about, we go home, and cuddle up on the couch?' he nodded, while wiping his tears away. His eyes were red and puffy, as he shot me a weak smile. But, I noticed, he was grateful for my response, wanting nothing more than to go home.

He placed his hand on the car key, as I stopped him.

'What do you think you're doing?' I asked him, my hand now on his.

'Driving home, so we can cuddle?' his voice was still cracking, and it broke my heart some more.

'No, no, I'm not letting you drive in this state. Let me drive.' he opened his mouth to discuss, but quickly closed it again, agreeing with my words. We switched seat, and drove off soon after.

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We were cuddled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background. Neither of us paid attention to the screen, as we were busy with comforting each other. We both were drifting off to sleep, as a sudden knock made us awake. I groaned, while getting up and stumbling my way towards the door.

As I opened it, my face went from surprise to madness. It was Alexa.

'Don't you think, you hurt Spencer enough?' without thinking, I said straight what was on my mind, my angry state clearly visible.

'I'm sorry, and who are you?' she asked, a bit pissed.

'His wife.' I simply answered, and by that she backed off. I could see the surprise and the little bit of shame in her expression.

'It's okay, (Y/N).' I turned around to face my husband, while Alexa took the opportunity to walk in.

'Hey Spencer, seeing you back in that store, brought some memories back. And, I wanted to apologize for what I did when I was younger. You don't need to forgive me, but I thought, better late than never. I'm really sorry.'

From everything she could have said, this was something I didn't excepted. But, I am glad she did. This was the apology, Spencer deserved.

'Thank you, Alexa. I appreciate it.' they gave each other small smiles, before the girl walked towards him, and wrapped her arms around his body. Spencer hugged uncomfortable back, shooting me a nervous look.

'Well, I better get going. Thank you, Spencer. And, thank you...-'

'(Y/N).' I added, smiling politely.

'Thank you, (Y/N).' I walked her back towards the door, saying our final goodbyes, before closing the door with a sigh.

'Are you okay?' I carefully asked, while walking into my husband's arms.

'I'm okay.' he hugged me tightly, his head resting on my shoulder.

'I'm-Im just really surprised, she apologized. I didn't saw that coming at all. But, I appreciate it.' he stated, causing me to nod in agreement.

'Yeah, I understand. And, you absolutely deserved that apology.'

'Thank you, love.'

We stayed in the comfortable silence for a while, as I decided to brighten up the mood a little.

'Did you saw her face when she found out that I'm your wife?' he chuckled amused, both imagining the face she made.

'Yeah, that was really funny.'

'Well, why don't my wife and I cuddle up on the couch?' he asked, putting his attention to the word "wife".

'I love being your wife. And, I love that idea as well.'

'And, I love being your husband.'

'Forever and always?'

'Forever and always.'

[findmeinthefallair]

Hello dear friends, I am Mohammed Ayyad from Gaza. Our life is miserable and left. He had nothing but hope for the help of our helpers. After 10 months of war, we have become exhausted, desperate, hopeless and displaced. We have lost our homes and livelihoods and gone with the wind. Things are driving us crazy and mad. The lowest level of life is unreachable. Water and health have become a healthy dream that we must achieve. What we are living is worse than the bombing and continuous killing. That is why I am asking in this blog to help us overcome these unbearable conditions and move from health to health and peace. It can help us to be safe and able to live, so friends, we can either donate directly including what they can or share full links so that people can know our tragedy and pain. Remember that a small contribution can make a relative difference in the lives of many children whose health condition is affected every day. Leave their details and make them happy with your generous contribution. There is no safe place now. They ask us about the area our children say is safe. Where to go!! There is no safe place, not even space for our small tent between the roads, not even the money needed to move, to live! Money for death, please help us.

Guys this account is apparently a scammer account:

[zalrb]

the summer i turned pretty 1x05 review -- if i can't have conrad there's always jere

Belly, I'm sure they gave you a schedule. You knew there was going to be dancing.

Also details like Belly is seemingly fine with Nicole stepping in to be her dance partner during rehearsal but she should feel if not guilty then at least awkward around her so she almost kissed Conrad.

This is why Taylor says that you're self-absorbed and don't care about anyone else, Belly.

Also, it's wild to me that your best friend will have that conversation with you and then you proceed to make a woman's funeral about yourself. Where is the self-reflection?

Like you were all "omg what am I going to text Conrad, what emoji should I put with my text" and you're just ... dancing with Nicole?

And anons want to ask why we hate Belly when we've liked messy teens before? SERENA HAD MORE SHAME. SERENA. And Serena had moments, man, where it was just like, I don't know why you're mad at Blair, you slept with her boyfriend.

"Does Jere take anything seriously?" "Yeah, food and flirting" SOUND JEALOUS, STEVEN

Every time Jeremiah is supposed to be extroverted and fun-loving and charming, I'm just like

Conrad, you MUST know that Nicole would be where Belly is since she was a deb and you took her to the deb ball last summer.

I also like the blatant advertisement for Alexa.

You two are terrible. NICOLE IS RIGHT THERE.

Then Conrad texting Belly and Belly grinning with Nicole right there?

"You think I was just a petty fuck." "You're hotter than he is." She's not wrong. All of these pretty Black women/women of colour (and girls) and these basic to ugly white men (and boys) on TV. It needs to be stopped.

"If Shayla called you right now" -- jealous boyfriends.

Nicole is the one who's being played hot and cold.

Jeremiah telling her to bring him to a Frank Ocean concert knowing that he likes Belly is not fair to her, like in terms of the drama that would cause with Conrad and Belly, I don't care because they're both being terrible but Nicole does not deserve this.

"I mean we grew up together so I always thought of her as this little kid but now ... she's not." a) that sounds way creepier than intended like some Jacob and Renesmee shit b) they honestly should've done more to indicate that he's really seeing her now. Like I obviously know he's supposed to because of all the dialogue around how she's pretty now from everyone else and "omg Belly you look SO hot" in a simple, cutesy floral tank top but I mean if it's going to be Annie and Jeff then be Annie and Jeff.

Of course Annie and Jeff actually had tension

At least be Josh and Cher

COME ON, MAN.

"I'm bummed but I'll be fine" because Belly is terrible.

Cam does not deserve the lyrics to this song he was nothing but NICE to Belly if anything this song should be playing with Cam walking away.

I just find it super lazy to rely on portraying the munchies to show how high they're supposed to be.

Is Jere supposed to be Puck or something?

Lol when your mom puts you in the friendzone with your crush.

"Well I'm sure you got a perfect score" *laughs* oh we're doing racism in this episode. And it was actually done well. Just not when it's antiblackness which isn't surprising

"How come no one ever wants to play with me?" she booped you on the nose bro.

ok finally. something that is ACTUALLY hot and cold. "i'm not waiting for you anymore" does he know she'd been waiting for him?

Also not waiting for him shouldn't then mean making out with Jere.

"What happened to the boy I loved since I was ten" well Belly either he always knew you liked him and ignored it because he didn't see you the same way even when he was idk nicer I guess or he was clueless that you liked him but either way you never had his affection before this.

Also I like how in season 2 Jere was all I USED TO LOOK UP TO YOU EVERYONE ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN ME IN EVERYTHING and there is literally nothing to suggest any of those dynamics this season.

I can't fuck things up with Belly and treat her like shit but you know who I can do that to? Nicole.

Well if I can't get attention from one brother then I can from the other. "Susannah said when I was born she knew I was destined for one of her boys. I always thought it'd be Conrad" but Jere's the one in front of me so. You didn't think about him at ALL Belly.

It's funny actually watching the pool kiss because it's actually quite short and tame.

[cacklingblobbittyrabbitty]

unhinged rainbow magic post 5 of 12

it’s time for ADORABLE ANIMALS and EVER LONGER CAPTIONS

PET KEEPER FAIRIES

Katie Rhubarb and custard vibes (this is a compliment) We don’t how this works but it DOES The kitten helps lmao - did she have a personality? Who knows? Lovely hair it’s so sleek and i love the severe cutoff Just super cute We’re kinda mad that this works so well

Bella Love some sunflowers Bunny is adorable but in the way a bit ngl Fuck yeah sandals!!! This green is the first wholly acceptable green we’ve seen DIFFERENCE OF OPINION my friend: like the neckline, shows off the shoulders, love the sunflower brooch thing me: like the sunflower on principle but not really in practice, i do not like this sort of necklace-like halterneck, i prefer high topped halternecks The sunflower in the hair is Inspired Hair colour and style is nice Skirt is flowyyyyyyy and TWIRLABLE We like how it’s gathered at the sunflower

Georgia Pocahontas vibes - is this good or bad? We don’t know Strappy sandals! Lovely! Colour palette has definitely grown on me since I was a kid Really enjoy the severe lil bob and the side fringe WORKS One shoulder! Spicy! Symmetrical asymmetry - the duality of woman Lil beaded fringing is cuter than I first thought it was

Lauren This is a Rancid background Sweatpants? She is rocking them tho Athleisure vibes boi Wristbands - how is she pulling off wristbands? Is it the dog? probs The bigness of the pocket is great we love that The range of pinks is really nice Hair pinned back on both sides? This is a loose or ponytail all-or-nothing woman

Harriet Looks a bit like a Karen - its the hair and the low slung belt and the long top and the kitten heeled sandals I really like the colour scheme of her outfit HOWEVER everything else makes me feel ill Esp the nauseous coloured background jesus Potential Was Wasted

Molly Is this fish abuse? This had better only be a short term travel bowl There are so many colours that it hurts The background does not help WHATSOEVER You need to choose green OR blue not green AND blue AND blue Her hair is so gorgeous thoooooooo There are two different vibes on the two halves of her body, you need to whole-ass one idea not half-ass two ideas I would go for shorts and either trainers or boots Fun spunky vibes Needs to be more masculine imo Crop top is basic but cute Are extra flowy ballet ribbons on the shoes a new thing??? They don’t work here sorry Molly

Penny I SEE THE CUFFS ON YOUR JEANS PENNY! there’s a limit babe, you don’t need to do this! We know you’re bi hun! There was a vision and it was EXECUTED I WISH i could pull this off The gingham tied shirt? The low waist jeans? The pigtails? The belt? The boots? This woman cannot go wrong Alexa play Cowboy Like Me by Taylor Swift An iconic final fairy I’d go for a ride with her

[monsteronthehill]

alexa play karma, mad woman, & vigilante shit

[toongrrl-blog]

My Own Style Analysis: Ben’s Dream

This was originally posted on Reddit.

*Warning: The following picture may be NSFW, you have been warned*

“I am Fire and Air” Cleopatra, as imagined by Willy Shakespeare

Ever since I saw this scene, I have been thinking about any possible references that were made here. This is by no mean's an organized think piece and I feel pretty okay about this, I was shocked to see the overt sexuality in this scene (and hoped no one was coerced into performing) but I always felt that Maitreyi had the talent and looks to play a 21st Century twist on the classic Film Noir Femme Fatale and felt vindicated here. In fact my mind went to different places which shall be covered here.

Lighting: First thing we notice is the purple lighting used in the scene, both to set the tone for Ben's lust and love for Devi and to enhance both Maitreyi's and Jaren's physical appeal. In fact, aside from being a color that stands for status and heroism, purple is one of Dr. David Rosenau's color-coded pyramid of intimacy (which also incorporates colors which were so darn persistent in the show and used in the final scene of the series); purple symbolizes touch and passion, the former that Ben was yearning from Devi at that moment and the passion that they mutually held for each other in a way that matches the damned wildfires in our Golden State and in their academic competition. It is also noted that the both of them hated it when Ben wasn't talking to Devi, in a scene where they were both in outfits picking up on each other's greens (bonding intimacy) after he rescued her from getting groped by a Fabio reject and when she showed up high at her house and ruined an apple shaped cake. The dark purplish lighting also helps to accentuate Maitreyi's dark skin and the metallics on her lingerie and makeup which add to another part of her fantasy mystique.

Madame X: In the late 19th Century, John Singer Sargent painted a very scandalous portrait of a red-haired socialite named Virginie Gautreau, an American ex-pat and wife of a respectable French banker. This was a woman with a sense of confidence who knew she was beautiful and owned her sexuality, both no-no's in the 20th Century Western World (actually given how society loves to humble a woman with high self-esteem or bravado, have things changed?) and in a time when women were expected to cover themselves up with layers of fabric and decor, she was wearing a simple curve-hugging dress in black that contrast with her very fair skin with metallic straps and instead of looking demure, she looked proud, this scandalized Parisian society and practically ruined Sargent's career and Gautreau's reputation, it wasn't until later that this flop became iconic, inspiring Rita Hayworth's dress in Gilda, the gold-chain Chanel dress, the allure that later LBDs now possess, and dresses worn by Christina Hendricks in Mad Men Season 4 episode "Waldorf Stories" and Post heiress/Mr. Sheffield's cold ass mom Dina Merrill and even Maitreyi herself in real life.

Makeup: Complementing the metallics of the lingerie are Devi's makeup, which is inspired by the very contemporary Euphoria and I argue, the intro to the 1980s James Bond film A View to a Kill with the models in bathed in a dark light to better accentuate the neon colored makeup, nail polish, hair, and weapons that would glow in the dark. Another thing to note is that while Devi's lip gloss enhances the natural pink in them, her eye makeup and manicure are bolder and match her nose ring; this is likely a call back to how the 2020 COVID-19 Pandemic impacted makeup trends in sales, with lipstick taking a dip along with economics (a reversal of a trend that was first noted in the Great Depression) while eye makeup sales soared as people found ways to experiment with different colors and designs while keeping safe with masks. Her look is likely even a shout out to Alexa Demie's Euphoria character Maddy Perez, who like Devi and Maitreyi, is a young WOC and Hollywood newcomer flawlessly portraying a complex, flawed, and charismatic young woman who isn't afraid to go ham. The big thing is that Ben is (thankfully) not Nate Jacobs: both being privileged white boys who've internalized the Patriarchy, but while Ben is obnoxious and hiding his vulnerability and abandonment issues with bravado and only achieved some semblance of popularity through is background and connection to others in the Hot Pocket, Nate however has his toxic traits enabled or even encouraged by his parents and is positively horrifying in his treatment of Jules and Maddy and is the BMOC. But rest assured no one is getting almost strangled after tossing a pot of chili after being slut-shamed.

Flame: Sex has always been symbolized by elements (old films used beaches and other forms of water to imply acts of sex and passion) and fire was used as a metaphor for sexual desire in songs like "Hot Blooded" and "Somethings Burning"; flame is also used to illustrate a fiery temperament, Ben is well aware Devi is a hothead like her father's hero John McEnroe (the fact that the elder white Boomer male and a teenage South Asian girl are validated for their short fuse is amazing) and contrasts with his doting yet cool parents and she also often dresses in warm colors that highlight her looks and her personality. In fact many iconic female characters have been depicted with fiery tempers or strong personalities (think Joan Holloway, any character played by Joan Crawford and Bette Davis and Maureen O'Hara, Trudy Proud, Betty and Veronica). This not only played to male audiences but also to female ones in more misogynistic times....

Femme Fatales: As an interviewee in Jackie Stacey's Star Gazing noted "I liked seeing strong, capable, and independent types of female characters, mostly because I wish to be like them" and she, along with many female spectators of films in the 40s and 50s, are in awe of femme fatale's and the career women of the era's films own confidence, intelligence, beauty, and wardrobe. In fact the Femme Fatale comes from a long tradition of men using women as scapegoats for shit hitting the fan and society fearing what would happen if women started to own their intelligence and sexuality (yeah why wouldn't a group that's been long subjugated, abused, and exploited burn down the village?); Devi is no stranger to the feminine being pathologized (blamed for Paxton's accident in Season 2, her grief and temporary disability was mocked, been gaslit by Des...yeah no wonder I channel Lucille Bluth when Devi "damages" something), but wait Toongrrl1990 what about her Unfuckable Nerds moniker? One of the forms of gaslighting patriarchal society has done to women is to liken their worth to their appearance and even when they are pretty, is to gaslight them into thinking they aren't enough: think of how much money the diet industry has made post World War One to now, think of male authors finding ways to insist a woman is "pretty but not beautiful" or say "a model she was far from" or even look at what P.J. O'Rourke says about Bimbos. I grew up in the era where Bridget Jones was considered fat at a size 6 and where people said Bill Clinton (who looked like a basic Boomer Dad to me as a kiddo) could have had "hotter" women (even the one that was a pageant winner wasn't enough or even the freakishly gorgeous and Dorian Gray-esque Monica Lewinsky wasn't enough), in fact go read about Golden Era Hollywood stars and you can see many of the iconic beauties were labeled some form of "unfuckable" (Sophia Loren, Bette Davis, Maureen O'Hara, Grace Kelly, Judy Garland, Meryl Streep). Bosley Croeger, a critic, even critiques Rita Hayworth in Gilda as five and a dime in playing her worldly and street-wise characters.

Devi even lives up to the iconic image of the Femme Fatale's aesthetic: having long wavy hair that bounces and matches her lively nature, her shapely legs that get plenty of focus in Devi's costumes, her quotable "snatched waist, slim thicc queen" figure, quick wit and intellect, and inclination to take risks. As with Madame X, Devi deviates in a major way from the image of the FF, as she is South Asian while the other two female archetypes have been traditionally depicted by white and white-passing women. Devi's image in the scene is a double-edged sword: is it empowering to South Asian girls and WOC and AFABs or is it exploitative as Maitreyi is a young adult and WOC have been historically sexualized? Can girl just express her sexuality because she is feeling herself?

The Femme Fatale is also depicted as being manipulative and intelligent, enough to lead some poor shlubs to their ruin; this is called back to Devi saying "I am so much better at school than you" in the dream and managing to take Ben's shirt off without him noticing her doing so. But as discussed in u/Professionalish00 brilliant post, Devi is a Hot Mess and this new archetype is somewhat of a victory and evolution from the Femme Fatale, who sighs with relief that complex and sexual women aren't pathologized like she was. Now we can see her own vulnerabilities and see she's just a woman, trying to survive.

Elizabeth Taylor: To quote Tom and Lorenzo, the late cinematic icon and AIDs activist Liz Taylor was a strong woman who had a rich yet messy life, "but she was never the victim that Marilyn [Monroe] was. She took charge of her life and owned her mistakes, but never stopped pursuing the perfect love, demonstrating a sexual aggression that few women of the period would have been comfortable showing". Also as noted by M.E. Lord in The Accidental Feminist, Elizabeth Taylor was a funny gal with a great appetite for living and like Devi, was something of a man eater (Debbie Reynolds noted that Liz stayed friends with many of her exes) and the opposite of a doormat (except in the film Ash Wednesday and Season 2 after Paxton's accident, which was the point). Like Liz's character Martha in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Devi possesses an aggression that is still looked down on in women but otherwise tolerated in men (see my notes on McEnroe), encourages Paxton and Kamala to buck the system a la Leslie Benedict in Giant, dealt with having her physical and mental health used as a cudgel against her  like Cathy in Suddenly, Last Summer (minus the threat of a big ass ice pick), I would even argue that Liz playing Gloria in Butterfield 8 struck a blow for young women expressing their sexuality (I also love the image in my head of Gloria teaching Devi how to better utilize her hot headedness, especially with lipstick and stilettos) and Devi deep down encourages the best for her loved ones, a passion I saw with Liz Taylor's activism.

Put the blame on Devi...oops Mame: Alas the night ended with Ben showing up high as a kite at Devi's house, driven by his love and lust for Devi, only to ruin her grandmother's cake and implode Devi and Margot (another complex and charismatic woman) efforts to get their parents together. A misogynist would blame Devi for it, in case you think I am off my rocker, watch Shiny, Happy People on Prime or Fundie Fridays on the Duggars and IBLP, remember what Helen of Troy was blamed for or listen to several episodes of You're Wrong About. I would have liked to see Ben really apologize for the UN and all the other shit, but perhaps getting locked listening to Paris Paloma's "Labour" would help (ooof my cramps right now, dang medical science for not finding a way to diagnose menstrual pain without surgery).

So please read this and give me your thoughts, or I'll cry lol.

[khoicesbyk]

Revenge.

A/N: This AU is a mashup of chapters from the new…ish book First Comes Love

Book: First Comes Love

A/N 2: This book was cute until the LI got on my nerves. He's fine as all get out but oblivious as shit. So what happens when you decide to play his game? Read and find out!

A/N 3: In this series, you are the MC. So you get to experience all the emotional damage that comes along. Have fun!

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Blake Marshall (LI) and Reader (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,600 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 2.) The One For Me.

Alexa play SWV's “You're The One.”

Because that's how I feel about Y/N. I've known for years that she's been in love with me. It's literally written in her eyes. It's in that beautiful smile. And well…I’ve always felt the same way about her. How can I not? 

We've known each other since that day we met on the quad. She smiled at me and my knees could've damn near buckled. She was always active in everything she set her mind to. Starting the school’s only Majorette squad (I swear I wanted to die every time I watched her practice), running for and winning SGA President, getting the school to offer African American Studies, establishing our school’s Black Student Council, the list goes on and on. 

She's also always been there for me. Whenever I needed her she was there. Whether I needed a study partner, a sounding board, or someone to hold my hand as I pledged Kappa. I still have a picture of her sleeping in my jacket. 

Red and white looks good on her. Everything looks good on her. Especially me. I always loved it when she would fall asleep on my chest back in school. Even after we graduated it's always been us. She's always been there. She's my girl without actually being my girl, you know? 

So why is she trying me? Why is she with Stars…Moon…Sun, whatever his name is? Better yet why did I watch her fuck him? Why did I like watching her fuck him?

Fuck! How did I get here? 

She's always been mine. Always. Sure she's had her exes none worse than Derek but deep down, that's my girl. So why is she acting so weird? I don't understand. Why would she be about him when she's always been about me?

If she's mad about Becky being on the trip, I'm sorry. I know I should've told her about her. I tell her everything. Well, almost everything. I just didn't think it would be a problem. Until he showed up. Then it became a problem. I can't stand it. 

Watching him have his hands all over her. Touching her in ways I have only dreamed of. Kissing her, kissing on her. I've only kissed her once. It was only because some guy was harassing her at a bar we were at and she needed a way to get him off her ass. Her lips were soft, I didn't want to stop.

What the fuck does he have that I don’t have anyway?

He's 5’11, I'm 6’3.

He had some tone but I have muscle.

He had swag (very little), but I am a man.

I’m perfect for (Y/N) and the fact that she refuses to see it boils my fucking blood.

Sure, I’m dating Rebecca.  She’s nice and all…most of the time.

But (Y/N), she makes me happy.  I have wasted so much time being with the wrong person.

I don’t want Bad Girls Club, drama or a woman who doesn’t know herself.

I want Sunday dinners, trips to other places, and…everything with this special someone.

How do I get to that place? How?

Then there's the fact, Stars is not her fucking type. He's a gym bro who's a fire Marshal. So he rescues puppies and kittens from burning buildings. Big deal. And also, they have nothing in common. 

Whereas she and I have bared our souls to each other. I have cooked for her more times than I can count. The things she hates, I love. And the things I hate she loves. We're in sync. I've seen her at her worst. I was there to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart. 

But ever since she got here it's been weird between us. And then he comes along and all of a sudden she acts like I don't exist in her life. Playing with her hair around him, biting her bottom lip, that small smile. That's all meant for me. Not him. 

Y/N is a catch. She's beautiful. Any man would be lucky to call her theirs. And by any man I mean me. I'm the only one for her. She knows this. And yet I have to watch her spend time with him. 

It's driving me fucking crazy! 

I know I can't stifle her, I mean I could but I want her to explore. Find out who she is on her own. Even though I already know who my girl is. 

Which is why I put up with her exes. Most of them were okay at best but they never really knew her. Not like I do. And let's also be clear, none of them were me. I'm the one she wants. Then there was Derek. Man, I wanted him dead. 

I knew Derek would be nothing but trouble from the moment they met but I didn't think it would be that bad. Not until he cheated on her and worse tried to put his hands on her. 

If Lino hadn't held me back, I'd probably be in jail for murder. He was no fucking good. Always trying to control her. Always telling her he didn't like her being around me or Lino. Said it made him uncomfortable. While he had lady friends galore. 

This fool even managed to piss Eve off. And trust me, it takes A LOT to piss her off. But my girl was in love. I couldn't say or do anything. Not yet. Not until he fucked up. And man did he fuck up. Spectacularly I might add.

She caught him in bed with a girl from his job and that was it. She went off on him, as she should have, and when he couldn't stand to see her stand up for herself, he raised his hand to her. I will never forget that phone call. Hearing the crack in her voice and that he tried to hit her, I was ready for war. 

I laid next to her as she cried herself to sleep. Then watched her pick herself up and put her heart back together. And she’s been on her guard ever since. Not that I blame her. 

Most men are gross and would not hesitate to hurt her. Not me though. I know exactly how to treat her. 

I'm getting too far into my head. She still loves me. I know it. I know her. He's convenient and temporary. I am forever to her. I have to be. We've been through too much. 

If it wasn't for that damn bonfire we wouldn't be having any issues. Which once again is his fault. He just had to invite her. He tried to get her to himself. Fuck that shit. Nobody gets Y/N alone but me. 

Thank God she had sense enough to include her wingman. We're a team, we do it all together. 

Seeing her show off in that yellow sundress literally tested my resolve. The way it hugged her curves…I could've done some VERY wicked things to her. She looked amazing and when she walked past me switching her hips making her ass bounce…if only God would have taken me. 

Becks…she tried. But what she didn't understand is that's not how Black Women dress or act or sound like for that matter. But at least she tried…ish.

The bonfire was nice actually. The drinks were great. The food was spectacular. The vibe was amazing. Or it would've been if Stars had kept his hands off of Y/N.

The way they danced together. The fact they were so close and so intimate. If I wasn't dancing with Becky I would've broken them up by now. Because this is going too far. As the night wound down Y/N and Stars disappeared. And I had to know where they were going. 

Thankfully Becks was drunk and when that happens, she's ready for bed. I was thankful for Lino and Eve. They would make sure she got back safe. I followed Stars and her to find out what they were up to. And what I saw…

I—

The way he fucked her…it got my dick hard.  

Y/N always starred in whatever she was in, and watching her with Great Value Captain America, with all his cheap ass stars, was the best porn I ever watched.

I thought about the way he held her down, the way he thrusted into her.  That should’ve been me. It should've been my name dripping from her lips. It should've been my lips on her. 

“Babyyyyyyy! Come to bed! I’m horny!”  Becks shouted.

God, she smelled like cheap ass Hennessey. How?  She doesn’t even drink Hennessy like that.

Becks was acting like a damn fool, tripping onto the bed. 

As I helped her get her lashes and jewelry off (God, this shit is tarnishing already), I got my own clothes off and settled into bed next to her.

She was exhausting, and I was fucking exhausted with with her.

Everything about her was tiring from her fake ass blaccent to that BBL that she made me go half in on (worst $900 I ever spent because who the fuck gets their ass done in Mexico?).

And what’s worse is that I still had a boner from thinking about Y/N.

The way she shook her ass on the dance floor with Mr. American Pie made my dick hard as a rock.

I turned the lights out and laid in bed, spreading my legs wide.

I imagined her fucking him, being under him…

I fished my underwear out of my box and started to touch myself.

I imagined my mouth instead of her fingertips.

I imagined her mouth instead of my palms.

I rubbed myself until I was fully ingratiated into my fantasy and when I came to, I nutted.

I sighed, and-

“ZZZZZZZ!”

I glared over at Becky as she let out the loudest snore I ever heard.

Shaking my head, I turned over and tried to rest.

My sleeping goal was unsuccessful that night.

___

The next morning dawned bright and early, and I was already feeling a lot better. That nut I busted did me a bit of good. I was ready for breakfast. 

When Becky and I got to the breakfast buffet, Y/N was already there. Looking fine as hell. Those sleep shorts showed off her ass and her thighs, and that tank top highlighted the curves of her breasts. 

There was plenty of maple syrup around, I could've easily had her for breakfast. 

Everything was going good until I found out that Stars was in her room and she was getting breakfast for HIM.

First of all, she's not a servant, and second, why is this fool in her room?!

I couldn't believe it. He's violating my space. He's in HER room AND HER bed? Nah! Not even about to play that. 

I need a plan. This has gone on long enough. He's getting too damn comfortable and close to my girl. How do I break up this little fling? Because that's what it is. This is a fling. 

All day she's been up under him. And it's starting to make me crack. I couldn't even enjoy the day because of this. I came inside and ran straight into Becky. 

Oh God…

“Baby, I got a headache,” she groans.

I knew her tired ass shouldn’t have drank all that, Hennessy…

“I need you,” she says, holding her arms out to me.

“You should lay back and relax,” I respond, pulling her to me and kissing her head. 

She uses too much fucking hair grease, and she doesn’t even have any edges.

“I want to sleep,” she says before running her hands over the front of my jeans batting here eyelashes, “But I also wanna fuck.”

Y/N was still on my mind so I didn’t want to.  But I imagined her under Mr. 4th of July Meets Telenovela and I got hard all over again.

“Lay back,” I ordered her.

Becks laid back on the bed and I crawled on top of her before pulling off her undies.

At least she smelled normal down there.  But she didn’t smell as good as Y/N.

I spread her thighs and went to work, using my tongue to take what little pleasure I could from this situation.  Her moans weren’t sultry at all. In fact, they were loud, sleazy, and obnoxious.

But if Y/N and America the Ugly are in the next room, I can use this to my advantage.

I lick deeper and deeper into Rebecca’s pussy, pulling out the loudest moans that she can provide.

The whole ship must be awake now.

“Ugh!  Yes, Blake!  Fuck, Daddy!”

I hated it when she called me Daddy.

“Ugh…fuck, Sky.  Yes…”

I tried to imagine Y/N under me; her body, the sounds she makes…

It made it bearable.

When Becks was ready, I quickly got out of my pants and undies and went inside her.

Fuck, she didn’t even feel like Y/N.

I imagined Y/N’s moans - whatever I needed to get my nut.

God, Becks needed lotion. She felt like a fucking lizard.  No! Focus, Blake. 

Becks was going to town and I was over it. I just wanted to bust this nut and move on. 

She rides like she has no idea how to ride. This girl was literally on the back of a horse but can't ride a dick to save her life. Someone kill me, please. 

This is weird and uncomfortable. I can't do this. 

“Why don't we switch positions?” I suggest. I want her off of me. Now!

She rolls off me 

She pouts for a moment but thankfully gets her ass off of me. Thank you to whatever spiritual deity is looking out for me. 

“Arch your back,” I tell her.

“Yes, Daddy. Anything for you.”

Stop calling me Daddy! The only woman I want calling me Daddy is my girl.

As I got ready to mount her, all I could think about was Y/N. I could hear her begging me for it. I could feel her desperate need for me to fuck her. As I slowly slid into Becky, all I could think of was Y/N.

Her reactions and the way she felt around my dick. All of that made fucking Becky a whole lot easier. 

I close my eyes and instantly see my girl in my head. On all fours, face down with that sexy ass up in the air. 

God, she looks amazing. Moaning and whimpering for me. Begging me to fuck her harder.

“Ooh! Fuck! Yes, Blake!” Becky moans.

I tune her out and focus on my girl. 

My girl is giving me everything she has to give. Throwing it back like a pro and driving me crazy.

“That's it, baby. Throw it back! Give me that pussy.” 

Becky responded but I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't talking about her.

I needed this. I needed her. I needed to bust this damn nut. 

God, Becks takes forever to cum. I'm ready to end this. 

“Cum for me.”

“Just a little more Daddy! That's all I need.” 

Woman, I don't have all fucking day! Hurry up!

“Now girl!”

I help her along until I feel her walls contract and release against me. She was done but sadly I wasn't.

She collapsed on the bed and wrapped herself up in the covers. 

“Mmm! Thank you, Daddy! That was so much fun.” she purrs in my ear. I literally had to fight not to flinch. 

“Yeah. Look, I'm gonna hop in the shower.”

“You go ahead. I'm gonna lay here on cloud nine.

I couldn't run to the shower fast enough. I needed to get this nut off fast. I turned on the hot water, let it hit my body, closed my eyes, and rubbed it out. 

If this is my punishment for pissing off whichever God in the sky, I'm so sorry. I promise I will mend my wicked ways.

My mind grew angry at the idea of Y/N riding Star's mini-stripe.  Fucking arrogant, rich bastard.

I did my best to wash away Rebecca and put my true woman there. I imagined her in the shower with me, taking my dick into her hands as she sucked voraciously on my balls.

"Mmm," she moans, "Your balls are so big, Daddy."

"Baby, slow down," I respond, breath heavy, "You'll make Daddy nut on your pretty face."

"But daddy," she moans, looking up at me, holding my dick almost proudly, "Our kids are in here.  I gotta get you ready."

"Ready?"

"Yeah.  I want your babies.  You wanna get your babygirl pregnant?"

The look she gave me as she jacked my dick almost made me nut immediately.

"Ugh, fuck.  Yes, baby.  Go on ahead and make Daddy finish."

"Yes daddy…ugh…put it in my mouth," she whispered.

The heat of her breath made me see the Pearly Gates (or the Fiery Pits depending on your beliefs about adultery), and I stuck my dick into her mouth.

She was my little cum vacuum.  And I fucking loved it.

When I looked down at my hand I was thoroughly satisfied. My girl does it for me again.

—

She had been distant ever since she went swimming with Mr  All-American. I've tried everything to get her attention but so far nothing. She's been all about him. I caught her as she came walking down the hall. 

She had on this beautiful strapless burnt orange dress with a high slit up the right side. She put her hair up in a half-do. And those sexy white heels she had on. My dick grew three times its size in my jeans. 

“Where are you headed off to?” I ask her.

“Sky is taking me to a Salsa Club in town,” she tells me.

“Why are you going to a club for some dip?” 

She shook her head and smiled at me.

“Not the dip you idiot. The dance.”

It was good to see that smile. 

When Stars showed up I could've chucked his ass off a mountain. Smiling at my girl. Whispering in her ear. Wrapping his arms around her waist. 

Ugh! I hate it here!

I watched them walk out the door and just knew I had to go after them. Why? Because I don't fucking like or trust him. 

I convinced Becks to go with me to the club. Mainly because it would give me plausible deniability if my girl asked me why we were there. Also, I'm trying to see Y/N shake her ass. 

We got to the club maybe an hour after they did. It wasn't a bad looking place. It reminded me of a place in Miami that Y/N and I went to the SOBE Wine And Food Festival one year. When we walked inside there they were. Tearing up the dance floor. 

She was so in tune with the music and the atmosphere. I kinda appreciated the way he would spin her around. The way her hips moved as they danced had me in a trance. 

After a few drinks, I let Becks drag me out on the dancefloor to challenge them. We lost. In spectacular fashion. But we worked up a sweat. This was a great exercise. 

They finally got off the dancefloor and sat at a table across the room. And I wouldn't have cared all that much until he looked at me over her shoulder, nodded, winked, and smirked at me. 

It took everything in me not to walk over and punch him in his smug face. When he got up to go back to the dance floor and Becks went to the bathroom, I went to talk to her.

“Well if it isn't the dancing queen.”

She rolled her eyes at me and smirked.

“Why are you here Blake?”

“I can't take my girlfriend on a date?”

She gave me a sideways look.

“Uh huh. I know what you’re doing Marshall.”

“What am I doing?”

“Spying on me.”

I place a hand over my chest. 

“Me?! Sweet innocent me?! Spy on you?”

She rolled her eyes and smirked at me over her drink. The look in her eyes made my dick wiggle.

“Nice moves by the way. You have the dancing skills of a sumo wrestler.”

Ouch. That stings. 

“You wound me.” 

She shrugged innocently. 

“Not my fault your talents are best suited for the kitchen and not dancing.”

She's not wrong.

“Are you done being mad at me?”

“I'm not mad at you, Blake.”

“Sure feels that way.”

“I just want to have fun, that's all.”

Baby girl, you can have all the fun you want with me. You don't need him.

“Does it have to be with him?”

“Well it's certainly not gonna be the dad-to-be or Eve so Sky is my only viable option.”

I'm right here baby. Just say the word. 

“I just…”

She slipped her hands into mine.

“I get it. You’re looking out for me. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that for me? Please?” 

It took everything in me not to drag her out of there.

“Yeah. I can do that.” 

“Thank you, Marshall.”

That's when Stars called out to her.

“Gotta go. I'll see you back at the resort.”

I watched her walk off, her ass looking good in that dress. And was more convinced than ever that Stars had to go. He will NOT take my girl from me.

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Alexa play mad woman by taylor swift