#hes seen what its done to me in the past too?? hes literally the one who sent me to a psych ward a couple years ago 🗿

[effervescent-fool]

going back to public high-school in florida as an autistic transgender would be a death sentence. but yeah obviously I've just gotta apply myself. ok.

[hon3y-y]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ your ex reminds you who you actually belong to</3

Jealous!Sukuna who comes banging on your door in the middle of the night. After you open the door, his sharp eyes immediately zero in on you, a deep scowl on his face.

Jealous!ex!Sukuna who doesn’t wait for you to let him in but brushes past you, already pacing around your apartments living room. He feels like he’s going insane, and its all your fault. You stare at him tiredly from just being woken up and when he finally notices your confusion, he’s quick to push you near the closest wall, “don’t act dumb, baby. You know what you did.” His voice is low and the predatory look in his eye makes you squirm.

Jealous!Sukuna who has your legs thrown over his shoulders as you lay on the couch, knotting your fingers into his soft hair, nearly sobbing as he works you into your third orgasm. “He can’t do this for you baby,” he cooes, “not the way I can…”pulling away while using his hand to spread your spent pussy apart for him. Your hole dripping and twitching as you whine, begging for him to stick it in. It so small and you clit is so swollen, he gives it a little kiss making you shutter, his sensitive pretty slutty baby:((

But he won’t, instead he slaps your aching cunt making your hips jump and a yelp escape your lips. He watches your eyes fill with tears and laughs, “you want me so bad and yet you fucked him…” still furious at the information a mutual friend passed to him. Doesn’t matter if you’re not together, you’re his and no one can change that. You pussy knows it, so why don’t you?

Jealous!ex!Sukuna who has you face down in the couch cushion, squealing every time his cock hits your cervix. Your eyes are nearly imprinted into the back of your head as you pussy gushes around his cock, drool leaking from your lips. The base of his dick glistens in your slick and his camera catches everything. He grabs your hair to pull you against him and forces your face in the camera, “smile for the camera, slut.”

Too fucked out to care, you only whimper and beg, “k-kiss m-e. P-please, kuna’~” you stutter the words, wanting nothing more than a confirmation he still loved you. He smiled, glad to catch the intimate moment on camera before throwing his phone onto the cushion and wrapping his hand around your neck to kiss you with passion. The kiss is messy, saliva and tongue but it only makes you two hornier

Jealous!Sukuna who fucked you until you passed out, tucked comfortably into his side and clinging onto him for dear life. He watches you sleep peacefully knowing that you would forget about all the fucked up shit he’s done and want him back. And just to be sure, he sends the guy you were seeing your most recent sex tape as a “goodbye gift” <3

A/n; inspired by literally all of the other writers I’ve seen do these. Hope you guys enjoy:)

[aliwritex]

franco thoughts: losing your virginity to him. 1.8k smut.

note: this quite literally came to me in a dream.

He guided you to his room, digging into his pocket for the card and opening the door. You walked in and he helped you out of your coat before taking off his own, the warmth of the heater welcoming you in. He had you against the wall again, his tongue finally making its way into your mouth, the kiss getting messy and breathy, his hips ever so slightly rolling against yours.

“Franco” you called into the kiss, making his lips leave yours to kiss at your jaw. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Qué?”

“I’m a virgin. Like a total virgin, a thousand percent virgin”

“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t know” he pulled away “i- do you want me to stop?”

“No” but you didn’t sound so sure of yourself.

“Don’t worry, then, I’ll take good care of you. Just trust me, yeah?”

You nodded and he picked you up from the floor, kicking your legs open and guiding them to wrap around his waist. He kissed you again, walking to the couch on the corner of the room and plopping down on it. You adjusted yourself on his lap, hands holding his face to yours while his unzipped your boots.

“Help me get these off” He moved you to sit across his lap so he could pull them off. His hands ran up your leg again, going under your dress to find the top of your tights. “Are you wearing two of these?” he chuckled.

“I really hate the cold.” you smiled before kissing him again.

He guided you to lift your hips to he could pull them down and sit you back in his lap, straddling him. Your dress had now ridden up your thighs, the back of your legs sitting directly on him as your hands made their way under his sweater, slowly pulling it up. Franco lifted his arms so you could pull it over his head but he was still left with a white shirt so you worked his buttons open and pushed it off his shoulders.

Your hand ran down his toned chest as he kissed your neck, leaving trails of kisses from your jaw to the collar of your dress.

“Can I take this off?” he mumbled against your skin, hand already on the zipper. You nodded, holding your breath as he dragged it down and slid the sleeves off your arms. “Fuck, so beautiful. Look at them”

Franco kissed all the way from your clavicle to the tops of your tits before pulling away to admire how beautiful they looked in the strategic lace underwear you picked for the night. His mouth grazed over the bra, hands lowering to pull your dress over your head. Now that he had you half naked for him his hands landed on your hips, moving them back and forth on his lap. You could feel yourself getting wetter as his cock pressed against your leg, his movements making you let out an embarrassing sigh of pleasure.

He smiled to himself “Trust me?” You nodded. He lifted you up with his hands under your thighs, walking you to the bed. “Lay down against the pillows for me”

“Stop looking at me like that” you blushed.

“Like what?” he ran a hand through this hair. “Like you’re the hottest,” he kissed your clavicle “prettiest,” then your ribs, making you shiver “most beautiful girl i’ve even seen?” and another to your hip bone.

“I hate you” you told him as he laid by your side.

“No you don’t”

He smiled as he kissed your jaw, his hand trailing from your knees to your inner thigh to spread your legs apart. He kept kissing all over your neck while he played with the wet spot on your underwear, fingers circling and pressing down on it. Franco stoped for a second, the hand snaking up your body to fold the cups on your bra under your boobs, exposing your hard nipples to him.

You groaned when he caught it in his mouth, tongue swirling around it as his hand played with the other. Your hand dug into his thick hair, running your nails through it.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please” you answered too quickly.

Franco took his hand down your body again, but this time his fingertips made it past the lace trim of your underwear. He ran them between your folds, opening you up and feeling just how wet you were. He circled your clit, slow and soft for a second before meeting your entrance again.

“Gonna go in now, yeah? You’ve done this to yourself before, no?”

You nodded shyly, watching his fingers move inside your underwear. He poked you with a single finger, slipping easily inside you despite being a lot thicker and bigger that your own. He moved it around, locating himself and soon he was curling the finger up.

“Come here” he lifted your leg and scooted under, guiding you to sit between his legs, back resting against his front. He slipped your panties down your legs letting you kick them off. “I’ll keep going, tell me if you wanna stop” Franco filled you again, this time with two fingers, stretching you open a bit more. “Fuck, there’s no way your this tight. Relax for me”

His voice did calm you down, your muscles relaxing and welcoming his fingers in. He kissed the side of your neck slowly, doing everything he could to help you stay relaxed. His fingers curled inside you, right up to your gspot and he smiled when your knees threatened to close and your arm wrapped around his neck, nails scratching his head.

Moans started leaving your lips as he fucked into you, his other hand kneading your chest, your small boobs barely filling his big palm. You guided his face down to yours, pulling him into a kiss.

“Franco” you moaned against his lips.

“Qué pasa, amor?”

“I’m so close,” you told him, your hand guiding his to your clit “please.”

Your breath became ragged and moans fell uncontrollably out of your mouth. He was working you entirely, two fingers inside you, his other hand circling your clit and his mouth kissing your neck. You wrapped your hand around his arm, squeezing when you let your orgasm wash over you.

Franco almost moaned when he felt how you clenched around his fingers, trapping them inside you as his other hand still worked on your clit. He slowly worked you through it, only pulling out when you let go of his arm.

“How are you feeling? Good?” you nodded, biting a smile back as you blushed and buried your face on his naked chest. “Do you wanna stop here?” you shook your head “Wanna keep going?”

“Yes” you practically whispered.

“Give me a second, then”

Franco slipped away from you, getting up from the bed to take off his jeans and turn off some of the lights leaving only the ones next to the bed. He fished his pocket for his wallet and pulled a condom out of it, you chuckled when he looked to check the expiration date. He moved back to the bed, hovering your body with his own, groans coming out of both of your mouths when his hips met yours.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Yeah”

“Okay, just tell me if you need to stop.” he kissed your face, all over your cheek and down your jaw.

His hips were moving against yours, your middle soaking his underwear, making the outline of his cock more visible. He knelt up between your legs and pulled his boxers down, it all got too real when you watched him slide the condom on, your heartbeat going crazy as you waited.

“Relax,” he whispered, lowering his body above yours again, “not gonna do anything you don’t want me to” he kissed you again, your hands wrapping around his neck. “Can I start?”

You nodded. His hand left your side to guide himself into you, his tip easily making past your lips. He pushed in slowly, the feeling of burning on your walls acceptable enough to a certain point when you squeezed his arm tighter. He looked down at you and pulled out, using his hand to spread your wetness all over his cock. You gave him a nod after a minute, telling him you wanted him to keep going.

This time Franco made it in completely, in slow and small thrusts.

“There you go. Does it hurt?”

You shook your head and pulled him down to kiss you. Your hands dived into his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging on it as his held your waist, thumb caressing your ribs, a soft touch to help you relax. He started rolling his hips against yours, barely even pulling out as he did but it made him press against your cervix.

“Ready?”

“Yes”

He pulled out almost completely before slowly making his way back in to finally start thrusting into you. He was slow and careful, making sure to pay attention to you. In a couple seconds he had you moaning and in minutes you were both panting as he fucked into you. The moans that left your mouth were driving Franco insane but he couldn’t help the urge to kiss you, the vibrations going directly into his mouth as he did. He picked up the pace and you seemed to be enjoying it too, making his confidence grow.

He hit your gspot repeatedly, making your weak legs shake around his hips. As Franco felt himself getting close he took his hand down to your clit, toying with it between his fingers. He had you coming almost instantly, your legs locking him close to you as you pulled his neck down with full force, bitting your own arm.

“Fuck!” he sighed while you whined, moving your hips against his to ride out your orgasm. You both smiled onto each other’s necks. “Shit, that was intense, huh?” You chuckled, completely out of breath. “Can I finish?”

“Yeah, yeah, please”

“Sure?”

You nodded, holding his face in your hands to kiss him. His hips snapped against yours again, deep in a steady rhythm. He didn’t need much to release into the condom, falling over you after a couple thrusts but the fact that you could feel him pumping inside you made you clench.

Franco laid still on top of you, catching his breath for a second before flipping to your side, his cock slipping out of you. He pulled you closer, to rest on his chest and kissed the top of your head.

“You okay?”

“Think so”

[81folklore]

this is me trying - LECLERC

pairing: charles leclerc x small!singer!reader (fc: olivia rodrigo)

summary: after a twitter thread was made talking about the struggles you faced in a horrible way, you release a song you wrote with charles to talk about it

authors note: i am in no way saying olivia has struggled with or is dealing with anything mentioned in this story. this song means alot to me as someone who struggles with both addiction and my mental health so if im projecting..no one needs to know😁 i honestly have no clue how this is going to turn out but we will see. anything in bold italics is french

warnings: talks of addiction, depression, anxiety and suicide. alcohol addiction, drugs and self harm are all mentioned. the topics of this is me trying are mentioned, for obvious reasons but in a more personally focused way (if that makes sense). unwarrented hate (?). nothing really goes into detail but just regular warnings, please reach out to someone if you are struggling!!

authors note 2: i had to dust this one off and I HATE IT. its literally my least favorite work ive ever done so please feel free to keep scrolling😭😭 i just kept projecting by accident and it honestly kind of got out of hand. im also SO BAD with my wording so i have no clue if any of it sounds how i wanted it too!!

authors note 3: after reading it over i realised i never actually explained what i was talking about in the song thread so quickly, charles’ and yn split for a short period after yn started shutting him out, she spoke to someone (the stranger) who helped her start to extend the branches back out to charles and they got back together around 11 ish months before the song was released!! the fans never knew why they broke up, there was some speculation but most of it was dropped when they got back toegther

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good food, yummy people😋

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arthur_leclerc: you mean good people yummy food right?

yourusername: suuure😁

charles_leclerc: beautiful girl

yourusername: love you!!

user7: what is charles doing in the 5th picture😭😭

yourusername: he dropped his airpod😭

user10: girl have you seen twitter…

user75: charles run as fast as you can

user2: there is no way charles knew he’d never be with someone like that💀

user10: what and he’d be with someone like you??

user6: wait what is happening in these comments what happened on twitter?

user7: someone made a thread ‘exposing’ yn but its just a bunch of bullshit that his fans are using because they dont like yn

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studio time with baeee💋💋

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charles_leclerc: my favorite musician💐

charles_leclerc: i love you so much

yourusername: you mean the world to me charlie

pierregasly: kika wants to know if she can come next time

yourusername: tell her to text me so we can arrange it!!

user73: oh my god new music soon

user64: does this mean charles is on her new music?!

yourusername: maybeee

user64: GIRL DONT TEASE US LIKE THIS

user99: im so sorry about whats happening on twitter you dont deserve that

user2: yes she does

arthur_leclerc: can you tell charles to stop talking about your music when im not allowed to hear it, please🙏

yourusername: sorry arthur!! wanna come for a car ride and listen to it with us??

arthur_leclerc: please please please

user82: yn and charles taking arthur on a car ride to listen to her new song, oh what if i cried😭😭

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*text in first picture reads: 🤍🤍* *text in second picture reads: so unbelievably proud of my sister*

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if you had told me a year ago that not only would i still be here but i would be releasing a song talking about the darkest times of my life with the love of my life by my side i would never have believed you.

throughout the past few months i have revisited times of my life i wish i could have left behind but ive learnt that accepting that this is a part of me now is important in my journey of moving forwards, and in moving forwards ive learnt that my struggles do not define me and i wont be embarrassed by things that have affected me

sometimes i wish i could go back and erase that part of my life, erase the way i felt, erase the way i treated the people i loved the most. but i cant, and i wont let people belittle me for that time anymore

if you have struggled in the past or are struggling today, you are not alone. its a cliche thing to say but i promise you at least one other person will be experiencing the feelings your feeling, you may not know them, you may never know them but you are not alone, you never have been and you never will be

you are not weak for struggling, you are not weak for finding ways to cope, no matter what they may be, you are not weak for shutting people out and you are not weak for reaching out for help, no matter how little you think you need it. you deserve help, no matter how small your problems may seem to you, you are worthy of being safe, you are worthy of being happy

i never thought i would release a song highlighting those times for me, but i wanted anyone whose been through these things to know that i love you and i will always love you; this is me trying out now on all platforms❤️‍🩹

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arthur_leclerc: i am so so proud of you, you deserve all the happiness in the world

charles_leclerc: you mean the world to me, i am so proud of what you have achieved and i will be by your side forever and always

yourusername: charlie i hold so much love for you i feel like i may explode

user55: ive been struggling with an addiction for a while, i cannot express the way this song feels. just, thank you so much

yourusername: im right beind you darling, i believe in you❤️‍🩹

user81: i fear if i listen to this anywhere outside of the comfort of my room i will break down in tears

user93: 🩵🩵

user42: I😭JUST😭WANTED😭YOU😭TO😭KNOW😭THAT😭THIS😭IS😭ME😭TRYING😭

sebastianvettel: im so proud of you yn, come visit with charles soon sweetheart

yourusername: dropping everything and coming right now

lewishamilton: 💜💜

yourusername: hi lewis🤭🤭

user70: YN HELP😭😭 (just like me fr)

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*text on first photo reads: i hold so much love for you🩷* *text on second photo reads: my bestest friend in the entire universe🩵*

[arctichangovr]

Some thoughts on Mouthwashing ive been having...

the fact that at the end of the game, Jimmy still doesn't understand what he needs to take responsibility for. he thinks its for hurting Curly and crashing the ship when really he needs to take responsibility for a lot more than that, like manipulating Daisuke and assaulting Anya. It's like what Polle says at the end of the game, "If all of that is true... why are you still so concerned with him?" Jimmy is too arrogant and self-absorbed to really even take responsibility at all. Even in his final moments, he shifts the responsibility to Curly, making sure he is the one with the chance of survival by putting him in the pod and calling him "captain", putting him in charge.

After Anya's death, there's the appearance of multiple flowers in areas relating to her, like her grave and the vents. I recognize these flowers - they're actually quite popular in Queensland, where I'm from. I'm pretty sure it's a Hibiscus, with meanings often associated with personal power, fame, and glory. Personally, I reckon this meaning relates directly back to Anya's assault and the power that Jimmy held over her (and also the fame and glory meanings remind me of the fact that women are often seen as prizes to be won, sexual prizes). Flowers in media are also associated with sexual organs or pleasure, and then there's the fact that flowers are pollinated, which just reminds me of Jimmy's assault on Anya and giving her this unwanted pregnancy. the fact that these flowers show up in her section absolutely disgusts me, as it's the way Jimmy sees her, as a flower, weak, fragile, and to be pollinated.

And that whole dead pixel scene with Anya and Curly - I don't see a lot of people talking about that. the fact that Anya was able to see the dead pixel clearly, while Curly couldn't find it at all, symbolizes to me the fact that Anya was fully aware of the monster that Jimmy was and what he was capable of, while Curly was still stuck in his optimistic "a bad action doesn't make you a bad person" rose-tinted glasses.

And then the fact that the only time Anya is mentioned or hinted at after her death is in the form of a womb and a monstrous baby, which looks like the Polle statue. Jimmy truly did not care for her at all. all he can see in her is his own punishment and the consequences of his actions. She is viewed as only her womb, only what is growing inside her, only as an object. and the baby being in the form of a horse for Pony Express shows how he really doesn't view the fetus as a real biological entity, but instead the fear of what could happen to him after the ship arrives at his destination. Jimmy has never cared for Anya. he doesn't view his assault as wrong.

and then when Anyas about to die and she talks about how Jimmy was right, and she should've done this from the beginning, that just makes me feel like he's told her to off herself in the past?? which is just so insane if true

Theres literally so much I could talk about with this game, I could write a whole essay. actually, if anyone wants me to write an essay about this game I absolutely will. but these are just some thoughts I had that I haven't seen many people talking about elsewhere, so I thought id put them here. Anyway, Mouthwashing is an amazing game. Probably one of my top ten now.

If ive made a point you disagree with or want to add onto, let me know in the comments. I'm always up for a discussion!

[starsinthesky5]

wanna get out of here? | joe burrow x reader

description: an impromptu getaway is exactly what you and joe needed

a/n: ahhh my second fic!! all the love on my first one gave me the motivation to go and write another one :) i hope you all like this one!

warnings: smut (hope it’s not too bad since it’s my first time writing it LOL), language

word count: 6 k

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Wednesday 

The sounds of hammering rain and thunder were all you could focus on as you were sitting on the couch, curled up in a blanket trying to finish an overly complex project for work. You had been trying to finish the final section for the past week but you simply could not get rid of the restless feeling that had engulfed you over the past few days. 

Joe, on the other hand, was sitting right next to you. He was staring at the TV which had on some random rerun episode of The Office. Normally, he’d be laughing along to the show no matter how many times he had seen the episode, but today he was quiet & agitated. He had been overwhelmed this past month with intense rehab for his wrist injury; on top of which he had his off-season workouts every day which had also been incredibly vigorous. He was mentally and physically burnt out and needed something to take his mind off of everything. He noticed that you also had been swamped with work which caused you to be on edge the whole week, preventing you two from having any real 1 on 1 time like you usually do, and he wasn’t having it. 

You were typing away on your computer, another idea that would probably lead to nothing, before you heard the TV turn off. 

You turned your head to Joe and saw his blank face. “Everything Okay?” you questioned while reaching for his hand. 

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked while interlocking your hands, still looking expressionless. 

“Joey there is literally a monsoon happening outside right now,” you deadpanned as you squeezed his hand. 

“Not out there. I mean do you wanna get out of Ohio?”.

“Who are you and what have you done with my fiancee,” you laughed. 

“What?” he asked, looking quizzical as if he had no idea why you said that.

“You, the same man that never leaves his house unless it’s business or football related. And sometimes due to a forced social activity, or occasionally to have fun, wants to leave Ohio? You’re practically a turtle that stays in its shell all day,” you say before going back to your work project. 

Joe is slightly taken aback by what you said. Deep down he knows you aren’t wrong, he doesn’t go out very often, which made what he said next even more necessary. 

“Let’s go to the Bahamas this weekend. I can call up Ted and get a jet here and we can leave Friday morning. I’m thinking we stay at a lowkey house on a private beach for maybe 4 days,” he says.

You think he’s just messing with you but when you look over at him, he looks serious. 

“Where is this coming from?” you say with worry in your voice. In the 5 years, you and Joe have been together, he’d never sprung an idea of a vacation on you by himself, it was always mutual. And you’d never left the States before either. You close your computer and turn to face him. 

“I’m just so fucking tired,” he says with a sigh. “These past few weeks have been really intense and I just need a break.” 

Your face drops as he continues. He’d been under so much pressure lately with OTA’s slowly approaching and training amping up; plus all the background noise. He’d start throwing in the next month or so and deep down he was nervous. He didn’t know how it was going to go and if all this rehab was even worth it if he was never going to be able to get back to where he was. 

“And you’ve been stressed out all week because of work and it feels like we haven’t had just ‘us’ time,” he adds. 

Joe was right. He’d be gone all day with either rehab or workouts and the only time you two would get together would be dinner. And by dinner, you’d be too exhausted to do anything but eat and rush off to bed. 

You spend a few moments contemplating his offer. It would be nice to get away for a few days and you both needed the change of environment badly. 

“Okay, let’s do it," you say with a smile as you pull him in for a hug. 

“But just so you know, since we’d be leaving in 2 days, I’m going to be an absolute nightmare when it comes to packing,” you say before planting a kiss on his cheek. 

“Oh, I'm well aware. You only get 2 days to stress about packing and not a whole week like usual,” he laughs. 

Thursday Evening 

You both spent the majority of the day planning your impromptu vacation. You found the perfect beach house on the other side of Nassau, away from the main part of the island. It was hidden by palm trees and had a private beach which made it easy to unwind without any prying eyes. You would spend the week there and pick out a few activities nearby to occupy your time. You also chose a few places to eat although you both decided to cook at home for the majority of your stay. 

Currently, you were sitting on your closet floor attempting to pack your suitcase but were majorly failing. Packing was never your strong suit, especially if you had to pack the day before a trip. The closet looked like a war zone, things were everywhere. 

“This is the wrong time to not be able to find anything,” you say to yourself while getting up once again to hunt for missing items. 

Joe walked into the closet and saw you frantically pacing back and forth looking for something. 

“Babe, are you Okay?” He asked while sitting down on the stool. 

“Have you seen my new white bikini? Or my sunglasses? Or my tank tops?” You asked, aggravated that you couldn’t find your stuff.

“I literally cannot find anything,” You added before giving Joe a look. He knew that look all too well, you were 1 misplaced item away from having a full breakdown. 

He got up from the stool and walked over to where you were, put his hands on your shoulders, and said “Y/N you could wear a potato sack and still look amazing. Stop stressing about it, this vacation is supposed to get rid of the stress. Not add onto it,”

You let out a deep breath and say “You’re right. It’s just us anyway. I’ll just pack some nice dresses and stuff whatever in the suitcase,” 

“The fewer clothes the better,” Joe smirks and says before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. 

“You’re insatiable,” you say against his lips. 

After you finish packing your suitcase, you get ready for bed since you have a fairly early flight. It took Joe about 15 minutes to pack his things, which came as no surprise since he is the biggest outfit repeater you know. You’re just about ready to doze off before you feel Joe’s hand creep up your leg and squeeze your thigh.

“Mmm Joe not right now,” you say half asleeply. “Go to bed,”

“Not that,” he states. “I can’t fall asleep,” he mumbles. 

You let out a sigh before turning to face him. No way you’re getting any sleep now. “What’s wrong,” you say as you move his messy curls out of his eyes. 

“I don’t know, I just can’t fall asleep,” he says. 

You knew Joe too well to know when something was bothering him. His confession earlier was only the tip of the iceberg. Something was bugging him and you needed him to talk to you.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours,” you say as you play with his curls. 

He stayed silent for a few heartbeats, not knowing if he should unload his heavy thoughts on you right before a vacation. But he knew that it was just you. You’d always listen to whatever he had to say, no matter the time or place. 

“Just everything.” He says, meeting your eyes. “Rehab has been going great and training has been too, and I should be happy about that but I just can’t get rid of that feeling,”

“What feeling?” You question.

“Feeling like I won’t be good enough. I know what people are saying; overpaid, overrated, no rings, injury-prone. And they aren’t wrong. I don’t have anything to back up why people think I’m a top 3 quarterback,” 

Your heart breaks as he continues to talk. The fact that Joe feels like he isn’t good enough is mind-boggling to you. He’s one of the best damn players you’ve ever seen and you wish you could do something to get rid of his doubts, but you knew that that was something he had to do on his own. 

“But you do have things to back it up. You had one of the greatest college football seasons ever. Winning the Natty and the Heisman was only the start of your legacy. You were drafted by an organization that was in desperate need of saving and you made an impact that not many could have done,” you say as you see a small smile on his face.

“You had a shitty rookie season with tearing basically everything in your knee, but you worked hard and came back better than ever fucking before. You went on and led the team to their first playoff win in 30 years and went to the fucking Super Bowl in your first full season,” you add.

“Yeah, you didn’t win. But you put the entire league on notice and showed them who the hell you are. And then you did it again next year even though you didn’t go all the way. This past year was rough and didn’t go the way anyone would have expected, but this is part of what makes you, you.” you say with a smile as he stares deeply into your eyes. 

“You thrive when there’s adversity. It makes you work harder for what you want and it always pays off one way or another. You always come out better and stronger. You are a great quarterback and are absolutely more than good enough. You’re going to have your moment soon, and I know it,” you conclude. 

Joe stares into your eyes for a few more heartbeats. You knew exactly what to say to bring him back down from whatever cloud he was stuck on and he was so thankful for you. 

“I love you,” he said as he pulled you onto his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. 

“I love you more, always,” you laugh as he kisses the hell out of you. 

You two spent the rest of the night in each other's embrace. You finally felt at peace once you heard Joe’s soft snores fill the room and finally got some sleep.

Friday

You both got up pretty early for your flight, taking a quick shower before packing the car and heading to the airport. After boarding the plane you both took off your shoes, pulled out your fav blanket, and got comfy. 

“Are you excited?” Joe beams.

“Excited is an understatement, Burrow,” you smirk. “Getting you out of Ohio might be my favorite part,”. 

“I’m so looking forward to getting some sun and swimming in that big pool,” he says, referring to the massive pool that’s a part of the house you rented.  

“It’s like you’re a whole new person,” you smile while leaning your head on his shoulder. He smiles and kisses your forehead before pulling out his laptop to turn on a movie. 

“Oooo what are we gonna watch?” you excitedly question. 

“I was thinking of either ‘Grown-Ups’ or ‘21 Jump Street’,” he responds.

“Hmm, let’s do Jump Street, it’s been a while since we watched that,” you say. 

You spent the rest of the flight watching movies, playing a few card games, and eventually taking a small nap before the plane landed. 

A few hours later

After the plane landed, you both drove to your house for the week and it was like something out of a fairytale. The house overlooked the beach and the crystal blue water. Lush green palm trees surrounding the house provided ample privacy, especially for the large open pool in the backyard. You two settled into the house before changing into your swimsuits for a nice afternoon dip in the pool. You did end up finding your new white bikini, which was perfect for the occasion. 

Joe walked out of the bathroom and saw you brushing your hair in the mirror. His eyes trailed down to your bare legs, up to your perfect ass, then to your toned stomach, and straight to your chest. You looked so sexy and he was in heaven. He walked up to you and hugged you from behind, his warmth causing you to melt into his arms. 

Your eyes met his in the mirror, “Like what you see, Burrow?” you teased. 

“Absolutely,” he chuckled as he swayed you two back and forth, pressing a kiss on the back of your shoulder while sliding his hand down to your ass. Joe was grinning like a love-struck fool as he watched you close your eyes and melt into his embrace. He was making you feel more relaxed than you’d ever been before and you both were loving it. 

You both ventured out to the pool and sat down on the pool chairs, hoping to get a quick tanning sesh in before a swim. A few minutes in, Joe found himself staring at the pool when he got an idea. 

“I’m gonna jump into the pool,” he casually said.

You quickly turned your head to him and said, “Are you crazy, the water will get everywhere,” You gasped.

“It’s just us though, nobody around to complain. Besides, I can’t do it in the pool at home since we spent way too much money on redoing the backyard. At least here there isn’t any vegetable garden at risk of being destroyed,” he smirked before quickly running back to the patio door and launching himself into the pool, not giving you a moment to lecture him. 

The water did in fact get everywhere but it was worth it when you saw Joe come up from the water. He shook his head back and forth to get the water out of his hair before he took his hand and attempted to slick it back. Your eyes navigated to his muscular chest which had stray water droplets sliding down his abdomen, back into the water. God, he looked so hot like this. 

“Like what you see, Burrow,” he teased as he noticed your expression. 

“Yes, in fact I do. Very much actually,” you say while getting off the chair. “And I’m not a ‘Burrow’ yet, still gotta wait a few months before that,” you say as you make your way into the pool. 

“Well, you’re practically already my wifey sooo,” he trails off before swimming over to the steps and helping you into the pool. 

You giggle at his words. He couldn’t wait to marry you and he never failed to make it known. 

You immediately latch onto him when you're in the pool. This was pretty normal for you both. You’d always use him as a floatie and make him do all the work while you just lay on him and relaxed. 

A few moments later you release yourself from his embrace, making him slightly confused at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Y/N come back,” he whines out.

“Someone’s clingy today,” you say while playfully rolling your eyes and swimming away from him. 

He stared at you for a few moments, a sad look on his face while you continued to swim around and away from him. You felt bad that you’d left him hanging but you were having too much fun teasing him. 

“Come and catch me shiesty,” you yelled. He hated it when you called him that. That nickname was only for football-related individuals to use and he thought it was a little cringe whenever you would use it. Not in a bad way, it’s just he preferred you calling him other names that football-related people can’t use. You knew how he felt about it but you also knew that this would for sure set him off. 

“Oh you’re done for,” he playfully growled before swimming after you. The pool was massive so you had just enough space to get away from him. 

You two were swimming circles around each other, occasionally splashing water into each other's faces in hopes of catching each other off guard. Your arms began to get tired of swimming around so you stopped by the ledge to take a breather while Joe was settled on the other side of the pool. 

Before you knew it, Joe had swum over to you and pulled you back into his arms. 

“Got you,” you whispered against your ear. 

“I guess you did,” you whispered back. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous by the way,” he said looking down into your eyes. “I love this bikini on you,” 

You blushed at his sweet comments. He never failed to tell you how pretty you looked. 

“Ya know, I look even better with it off,” you tease. 

Joe’s face dropped immediately when you said that. He’d been horny since he saw you in that bikini but had to compose himself since you both were looking forward to swimming in the pool. But now that you’d gotten your swim time in, nothing was stopping him. 

He slowly pressed you against the wall of the pool and kissed his way up your neck right up to your sweet spot. 

“Joe,” you moaned out. 

“What baby?” He asked, knowing exactly what you wanted.

“I need you,” you whined.

He looked at you momentarily before lifting you out of the pool and rushing you inside to the large bedroom. You let out a squeal as he pushed you back onto the bed. Joe climbed over you and situated his body in between your thighs, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You stayed kissing each other for a few minutes before you felt something hard poke at your stomach.

“Getting eager now aren’t we,” you tease. 

“Please, I’ve been waiting to get you in this bed since I saw you in this bikini,” he grinned. 

“Then I suggest you do something about it,” you replied.

Joe smiled and started to untie the strands of your bikini top before tossing it to the side. He kissed his way down to your perfect breasts, swirling his lips around your sensitive bud which caused you to let out a breathy moan.

“Joe,” you moaned out while shoving your hands in his hair. 

He spent a few moments sucking on your breasts before he continued his way down. He pressed a few sloppy kisses on your stomach before eventually making his way down to where you needed him the most. He slowly peeled off your bottoms which was driving you insane.

“Joe please,” you whined out.

“Patience is key, baby,” he teased. 

He threw your bottoms to the side as he made his way back up to your heat. “You’re so wet,” he says while ghosting his fingers over your folds.

“Joe I swear to god-,” You suddenly felt his warm tongue lapping at your folds which caused you to let out another moan, “Ohh Fuck”. 

He buried his warm tongue inside your core as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. He moved one of his hands up to cup your breast as the other was firmly on your thigh. Joe moved up and started to rhythmically suck on your clit which made you see stars; something which he made you see often. “Joey, fuck don’t stop,” you said breathlessly.

“You like that?” he chuckled against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. Those 3 words always managed to get you more horny than you already were. "Yeah," you whispered.

He went back to lapping at your folds as he used his thumb to rub your clit. The combination of his mouth and fingers was sending you over the edge. You started to arch your back which caused you to lift your hips slightly but Joe pushed them back down as he continued to send you into a frenzy. You fisted your hands into his hair and started to pull on the loose curls which caused Joe to let out a soft moan against you. 

“Joe I’m so close,” you whispered as you pushed his head closer to your core. You felt a familiar warmth in your belly as you were moaning Joe’s name out (which was driving him insane). Joe thrusted one of his fingers into you, causing the imaginary rubber band in your lower belly to snap; feeling a familiar gush of liquid pool below you. You were overcome with a feeling of pure pleasure and satisfaction as he cleaned up your mess with his skillful mouth. He pressed delicate kisses on the insides of your thighs before moving back up and pushing his lips against yours again. 

“You’re so hot,” he said in between kisses. 

You felt a blush creep up on your face. “I’m flattered Mr. Burrow, but have you seen yourself”. 

“Shut up,” he chuckled before going back to kissing you. You stopped kissing him after a few moments and said “Joe, I need you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command babe,” he replied as he pulled down his swim trunks and threw them to the side. His cock was rock hard and the sight of it had you sizzling with anticipation. 

Your core was slick with your arousal which made it easy for him to push his dick into you. The tip slowly teasing your folds before he buries himself inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan. You will never get tired of the feeling of him inside you. 

He started slowly thrusting into you which made you wrap your legs around him, wanting him deeper asap. 

“Joe, Fuck,” you moaned out. “Faster baby,”. 

He began snapping his hips against you, faster & harder than before. “God, you feel so good Y/N,” he moaned out. You brought him in for another kiss, this time quick, messy, and sloppy. He continued thrusting into you and you bucked your hips each time to match his movements. The sound of your arousal and skin-hitting skin filled the room as you two were caught up in the euphoria that was happening between you. 

Joe buried his face into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, as your hands found themselves in his hair again. You were on Cloud 9 right now and it was all because of him.

“Joe, don’t stop. Shit, you feel too good,” you moaned. You felt him move deeper inside of you as he repeatedly hit your cervix. 

He continued to pound into you, making you feel like nothing else mattered but this moment. You both felt your arousal building up, begging to be released. 

“Fuck Y/N, I’m close,” he panted as he slowed down.

“Me too,” you whimpered. 

He picked up the pace of his thrusts once again, this time moving one of his hands down to your heat, toying with your clit. “Fuck,” you moaned out for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. You felt your walls clench around him, signaling you were almost there. Joe felt you clench around him and pinched your clit which set off your orgasm. Your chest heaved up and down as you whimpered out his name while seeing stars again. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his pleasure. 

“Y/N,” Joe moaned out. You knew he was close by the way his thrusts started to become sporadic. 

“Come on baby,” you encouraged while pulling at his hair and kissing his neck. 

After a few rough thrusts, Joe let out a loud moan as you felt hot spurts of his cum fill you up. He collapsed on top of you as you both panted, needing a moment to recover after the workout you two just had. You moved one of your hands to his back, softly sliding it up and down to help him relax.

“I love you,” he softly said as he kissed your cheek, making you smile. 

“I love you more,” you whisper in his ear as he buries his face into your neck again. 

The next day 

The next morning was pretty chill for you both. You had breakfast at the local beachside cafe, stuffing your faces with delicious fresh fruit from the island before embarking on a pleasant morning walk on the beach. 

“This is nice,” Joe says as you both walk hand in hand alongside the water, a content look on his face.

You look up at him and smile, “Very nice,” you giggle. “Although, I don’t know how you’re not uncomfortable with walking on the beach in shoes,” you question while looking at your bare feet and then his shoes. 

“You never know when a crab might come up and pinch your toes,” he says with a straight face. 

“Righhhht,” you say while relishing the feeling of sand between your toes. 

“So, what should we do today? We pretty much have the whole day since we’re cooking at home tonight,” he says while squeezing your hand. 

“Hmmm,” you wonder for a second. “We could go out on one of the boats?” you carefully question while looking up at your fiancee. 

Joe did not like going on boats. He hated the idea of being out on the open water with no way of getting back to shore other than using the boat. He always questioned what you would do if the boat broke down or even started sinking. You always told him the sinking part was highly unlikely, but you blamed yourself for that worry because you’ve made him watch Titanic with you one too many times. He also didn’t like how you couldn’t see what was in the water. But lucky for you, the water in the Bahamas was crystal clear. 

He stayed silent for a few moments, making you a little sad since you wanted to experience something new with him. 

“Let’s do it,” he says while flashing you a smile. 

You looked up at him, a little surprised. “Really?” you beam. 

“Yes, now let’s go before I change my mind,” he says before stopping to pick you up. He doesn’t give you a moment to respond because he throws you over his shoulders causing you to let out a squeal. He leads you both back to the house so you can get freshened up.

You both got changed into your swimsuits before walking over to the docks and renting a boat for the day. You weren’t sure how you managed to get Joe to go on the boat, but you certainly were not complaining. 

The driver had taken the boat not too far from shore, which kept Joe’s mind at ease. You swam in the water for a little bit and enjoyed a few drinks. 

“Mmm, this like the best Mai Tai I’ve ever had,” you say while taking another sip. Joe was currently in the water in front of you, while you were seated on the steps of the boat, legs partially in the water. 

“Come in the water,” Joe says while splashing some water onto you. 

“Mmm, I think I’m good up here,” you tease while placing your drink to the side.

Joe swam closer to you and said “Nope.”

You were confused at what he meant but then you felt his wet hand wrap around your wrist. 

“Joe, don’t even think about it,” you playfully growled, knowing exactly what he was about to do. He didn’t listen and pulled you into the water, causing a big splash. You came back up to the surface with a frown.

“Someone’s mad,” Joe laughs. You swim over to him while he is fully anticipating an ass-kicking but is pleasantly surprised when you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.

You laugh and say, “If this is mad, let me be mad more often,”.

A few hours pass and you both are sitting on the boat in the net seating area that was right above the water. Joe had put on one of his many bucket hats and shades and was laid flat against the net, soaking in the golden sun. You were applying another layer of sunscreen before noticing his chest turning red. You knew he’d be a pain in the ass if he got sunburnt so you took the bottle and moved closer to him. 

You squeezed out a dab of sunscreen and started applying it to his chest. He flinched at the sudden contact before realizing it was just you. 

You felt him flinch and laughed, “Daydreaming, Burrow?”. 

“Maybe,” he smiles while taking off his shades. He looks down and sees you applying sunscreen on him, “Oh, thanks,” he says while meeting your eyes. 

You let out a playful sigh and say, “What would you do without me,”.

“For real,” he says. “I’d be walking around like a tomato,” he laughs. 

After applying the rest of the sunscreen, you lay back against the net and Joe lifts one of his arms, motioning for you to curl up next to him. He rests his hand on the small of your back while you tangle your legs with his. 

You lay there briefly, soaking up the perfect scene before breaking the silence. “Are you enjoying this? I know boats aren’t really your thing and I hope I didn’t force you into this,” you softly say. 

“Of course, I’m enjoying this. I will admit, I was a little nervy when getting on but you’re here with me so I’m fine. Besides, If the boat breaks down at least we’d be stranded together,” he jokes. 

“I guess that’s true. Better than being stranded with a bunch of randos too. I’m glad we could get a boat just for the two of us,” you reply. 

“Yup. This isn’t as bad as I thought. I can see everything below us too so no risk of a random shark popping out,” he deadpans.

“Like that would actually happen,” you say while softly hitting his chest.

“You never know,” he says while shaking your shoulder in an attempt to scare you.

You spent a few minutes messing around with each other before the driver came out to tell you that you were heading back to the island. You both got up and sat on the bench, your back pressed into Joe’s chest and stared out into the open waters, taking in the view before it was time to go back. You were mindlessly sliding your hand along Joe’s leg while he had his arms around your waist, gently squeezing your soft skin. Everything about this moment was peaceful. Joe felt at ease for the first time in a long time and he had his favorite person to thank for it. 

Once you got back to the house, you both took a nice shared shower before starting your dinner prep. Before arriving at the house yesterday, you had stopped at the local market to pick up some groceries. 

“So, what are we making tonight,” Joe asked as he sat down on one of the barstools. 

“I was thinking of shrimp-avocado tostadas and some of that wine we picked up yesterday?”

“Sounds delicious,” he said while rubbing his belly.

You let Joe fry the tortillas and make the avocado mixture while you cooked the shrimp and assembled the tostadas. While you were assembling the dish, Joe found a few candles in the cabinet and got an idea. He went outside to the backyard and set up the candles on one of the patio tables, setting the scene for a nice sunset dinner. He picked out a few flowers from the front of the house and put them in a vase to use as a centerpiece. He then poured the wine into 2 glasses, setting one on each side. 

You had finished plating the tostadas and didn’t see Joe anywhere. “Joe? Where are you,” you yelled out.

“Out here! Bring the plates outside,” he yelled back. 

You were a little confused but went along with it. You walked outside with your dinner and saw Joe setting the table and your heart melted. 

“Joe, this is so romantic,” you cooed while putting the plates on the table. 

He gave you a warm smile before pulling out one of the chairs for you to sit in. You sat down as he settled into the chair across from you. You both devoured the tostadas while making small talk about your plans for tomorrow. After you finished eating, Joe took the plates and set them inside; he suggested you both finish up your wine on the daybed since you would get a comfier view of the sky. 

Later that night, per your suggestion, you and Joe were sitting in the bathtub surrounded by bubbles and a few candles. You felt so relaxed even though you’d only been here for 2 days, and it was all because of Joe.

“I’m glad we finally get to have ‘us’ time,” Joe says while rubbing your thigh under the water. “I missed just being able to sit with you and do nothing. This past month felt so repetitive, I feel like we barely saw each other,” 

“Me too. We needed this,” you said as you pressed yourself into his chest a little more. Your back was to his chest and both your legs were tangled under the water. This was your favorite position; the warmth radiating off of his body felt like a big hug. 

“Thank you for doing this by the way,” you add.

“Doing what?” He questioned.

“This trip. I needed it more than I thought I did. Getting away from home and the change of environment was much needed. I think if I stayed in Ohio for another day I might have spontaneously exploded,” you joked, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. 

“Anytime,” he replied while kissing the nape of your neck.

“Do you feel better?” You asked. “I hope you were able to get your mind off of things. Your stuff was a lot heavier than mine,”

He lets out a content sigh and says, “Actually, yeah I do feel better. I think I just needed to get out of the chaos and get out of my head. This trip has helped me decompress and realize that not everything has to be so stuffy all the time,” Joe says. 

“Exactly,” you chirp as you lean your head back to place a kiss on his neck.

“I can’t do anything about what people are saying, they’ll always talk. But what I can do is work hard to get back to where I’m supposed to be. And I won’t be able to get there if I’m constantly pressuring myself,” he says. “Letting loose and having fun is a part of that journey. I need that balance,” he adds.

“And this is a great start,” you say while smiling up at Joe

“Yes it is,” Joe says while pressing another kiss to your forehead. 

You both had spent the rest of the night talking about the rest of your exciting activities planned for the final 2 days of the trip. You even talked about a few fun things you could do around Cincinnati when you get back home so that you could keep the work-life balance that you both so desperately needed. 

“This impromptu vacation might have been the best idea you’ve had so far,” you tell Joe as you both are about to fall asleep. 

“We should get away more often,” Joe grins.

--The End--

[imaginesig]

“If they call me a slut, you know it might be worth if for once”

Lewis Hamilton x singer!reader

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yourusername: my muse <3

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tmz_offical: just days after the end of the season, f1 driver Lewis Hamilton is spotted out with young girlfriend Y/n L/n. The couple is notorious for keeping their privacy, making paparazzi pictures a rare instance. Click the link in our bio to see what else was taken during their night out on the town.

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y/nupdates: Y/n seen outside the studio with her producer after radio silence all winter!!

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yourusername: "Slut!" out now on all streaming platforms!! The rest of the album, "Amor Omnia Vincit" out this Friday!

when I originally sat down to create this new album I didn't image I'd write half the songs that made the final cut, but I did. This has been a very therapeutic experience for me.

Thank you to this album, my amazing team, and my lovely muse for keeping me going in the difficult time <3

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yourusername: surprise!! Since this album taught me what it was like to write and create in such an intamate space with very few people/outide influence I wanted to celebrate it with 3 small shows in Monaco, London, and Ottawa!

tickets on sale at 12 pm eastern this friday, see ya then ;)

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thinking about young mk11 johnny being a bad boyfriend then you meet him again years later when he’s mature and he REGRETS IT SO BAD

i have so many ideas but i can’t get them out recently so ur account gives me life lol <3

OUGH it aches in the bones

older!johnny cage > as the day you left

notes: oooghuig "in another life" trope hurts so BAD.

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• a military job wasn't in your grand plan, but a position opened for equipment maintenance it was hard to turn down the potentially heavy paycheck.

• you were buried in your paperwork, taking quick strides to your office to make sense of your diagnostics and order the proper parts for one of the on-field machines when you slam into what feels like a brick wall. just as the force of the blow sends you backward, a hand grabs your arm and suspends you mid-fall.

• you don't even have time to properly react to the scene, only opening your harshly clenched eyes to meet your savior.

• "sorry, i wasn't looking where i—" your apology was cut off when you properly processed just who was in front of you. even with the tattoo peeking through his shirt, you knew that face from anywhere. "johnny?"

• you expected johnny to not even remember you, maybe take a second to realize you weren't just a fan. this expectation is torn from you when he replies with your name, loud and clear. his eyes are wide. gently, he lets go of you to allow you to regain your footing, pulling away as if you were a glass doll bound to shatter.

• he looked the same as when you walked out, perhaps a little more weathered but glowing with charm and personality just as he did twenty odd years ago. thankfully, you thought, he never lost that puppy-like shine in his eyes.

• the moment was lost to him the second he locked eyes. just like that, a torrent of memories flooded back to him. you two were young, too young to be serious in his eyes. johnny was in his acting prime and he couldn't help but flaunt it. all those smiles and sparkly outfits for the cameras but as soon as you were behind closed doors you were nothing more but exhausted.

• "i can't keep living like my life is under a microscope," you huffed, shrugging off the luxury shawl johnny went through hell to make sure you'd have for the red carpet. "would it kill you to just settle down, slow down? i want kids, johnny! i want to go to the store without paparazzi up my ass, i don't need stalkers on our property, i don't need the gold and glamor all the damn time!"

• "well, that's on you for choosing a megastar!" johnny shouted back, undoing his tie in one harsh tug. "all you've ever done is complain when you are literally living large! mansions, super cars, money! and you're complaining."

• you spin around, a horrified expression on your face as you unpacked his wording. "i didn't choose a megastar," your voice drops, so angry you couldn't bring yourself to shout. "i chose john carlton. where the hell is he now, because all i see is a narcissistic child that refuses to grow up."

• you slide your engagement ring off and you slam it into the ground. johnny's eyes widen as he immediately drops to his knees, trying desperately to grasp at the ring as it rolls and spirals out of grasp. he curses to himself, then at you.

• "look at yourself," you grit your teeth. "you care more about a rock than your fiancée. we're done, johnny. you can go tell the media that, too, since that's all you care about."

• johnny blinks once, then twice. he swallows thickly.

• "i'm sorry," is all he can mutter out. god, how he wishes he could say more, but time felt nonexistent when looking at your face. you, however, didn't quite understand his meaning and brushed yourself off.

• "no, it's fine, really," you try to shove past him, anything to break this eye contact that feels as if it's pulling you apart piece by piece. as you think you're out of the weeds, his hand finds its place on your arm once more.

• "please look at me," he pleads, voice barely above a mumble. "i-i haven't seen you in..."

• "—twenty six years," you blink up at him, straining yourself so hard to not break down. "forget it."

• "i'm sorry," he emphasizes the phrase again. "i... i was an asshole, an arrogant, self-centered—"

• "johnny." you cut him off, face stern but voice soft. "it was so many years ago."

• "i know, i know, but — fuck — you've... you've been on my mind this entire time. you never left. god, when you left it felt like my entire... everything fell apart."

• you want to interject, stop him from this spiral, but you can tell he had it bottled up for so long, you'd be cruel to deny him of it now. that, and you had an unfortunate tendency to hear people out and forgive those who don't need your forgiveness.

• "when you walked out i realized just how good i could've had it. you were the only sane person in my world, you tried so hard to keep me in track but i was so afraid of being nothing that i... chose my priorities wrong. you know, i've kept your contact information, even... just in case."

• "i changed my number years ago, johnny. to stop the media from bugging me for a comment."

• "just another thing i fucked up," he runs a hand through his hair. "sorry, i don't mean to be all self destructive." he pauses, and eyes you down. you yourself aged well too, fine lines and trickles of grey hair peeking through your uniform hat. johnny chuckles dryly as his eyes focus on the little details. "you look just as beautiful as the day you left me."

• "don't do this," you quietly plead, eyes now feeling wet and face feeling hot. "not now. not after all this time."

• "i..." he swallows again, now averting his eye contact. the pause is long, and you almost considered walking away before he speaks up again. "i got married, by the way, though i'm sure you saw... in the news."

• "i haven't." johnny shoots a dubious look at you, then realizes you probably avoided his name like the plague in news articles.

• "my wife runs the army. my daughter is commander."

• "daughter?" now it was your turn to frown.

• "cass... cassandra?" johnny explains, though you sense a hint of shame in his tone. "cassie."

• "didn't strike you for a family man." the irony stings when it slips past your lips.

• "i didn't either," he wipes his face. "but i realized... far too late... that what i wanted more than a legacy for myself was a legacy for my family. i wanted my efforts to mean something. i wanted to better the world with more than just shitty movies."

• just as your turn rose to frown, now you couldn't help but let out a chuckle yourself. "your movies weren't shitty," you reply, smiling weakly. "i liked them."

• "no you didn't," his grin is teasing, and you notice just how deep his smile lines were. "no need to lie."

• "honest to god," you hold a hand up, swearing. "they were a nice escape from reality."

• his lips turn into a fine line. maybe your choice of wording was more painful than intended. his fists clench and unclench and you watch his mouth fight to get more words out.

• "i wish..." the always confident actor couldn't bring himself to look at you. "i wish i had grown up sooner, you know." johnny could be digging a dangerous hole, but he didn't care in the moment. he felt young again, nostalgic. "we could have had a life like this together, like you want... wanted."

• "you have that now," you get defensive, trying to put a barrier between his words and your heart. "a wife, a kid, a good job. you got what you wanted."

• "but it's not with you."

• whether it was dread or excitement, your heart flutters. was it really true that after all this time, he still wanted you, missed you like you missed his mature self? your thoughts of what could've been claw their way into your mind, and you feel hazy. your eyes wander around his form again, taking in his impressive physique, kind eyes, mature outfit... stopping at the ring finger. your breath feels sucked from your lungs when you pull yourself back to reality.

• "maybe in another life," you propose, a weak shrug tugging at your shoulders. "but i hope you know i don't... i don't regret what we had. our story, though, ended twenty six years ago, johnny. you're in a new chapter, enjoy it, okay?"

• the rejection at his desperation feels like a gunshot to the chest, like he could just die then and there. yeah, he had roots here, but if you had just asked him to run away with you, lord knows he'd consider it. but you wouldn't ask him to do such a thing, when he's finally got his shit figured out.

• another coworker enters the long hallway, entranced in their task that tears both of your attentions away from the heavy conversation. you know even still that his reputation is important, on screen and now off, too. so, you abandon the conversation as it stands, not giving johnny a chance to agree to your request and spin on your heel, returning to your own assignment and leaving him to his own. your head is down as you hug the papers, wishing to forget that you work with your ex-soulmate. it's an impossible task, really, when you catch his lingering cologne and scent on your body from his hold. that scent didn't change, either.

• johnny feels frozen in place, afraid to move and lose the moment where it stands. he watches you until you turn the corner, and listens for your footsteps until there isn't a trace of them anymore. his heart feels... heavy.

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YES PT 2 PLSSSS

ofccc i’ve been literally thinking about this TOO much. i need to write it, even tho i have like 10 drafts half written (oops😋)

part one

REAL LOVE BABY !

warnings: fluff, smut, kissing, oral (f. receiving), fingering, handjob, riding (barely), missionary, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), body worship, praise, dirty talk

Billy did ride down to your family’s farm not too long after that. A few days after he hadn’t seen you in town. He knew he was in the right place when he saw Aspen in the pasture.

You were just up the dusty road, brushing one of your ponies. She was a light beige with a braided white mane. But here he was looking at you, your clothes were a bit dusty and more leisurely than how he saw you in town. Trousers without a skirt on top, different than how you’d go out in public.

His horse trotted up the road to your barn. You turned to see Billy, startling you a bit.

“Billy, you startled me.” You said with a laugh, holding your chest. He laughed a bit back, dismounting his horse. “I was gonna come to town.”

“The old butcher kind of hinted me this way.” He admitted, rubbing the side of his horse. You dropped your brush into a bucket, opening a gate to let your pony into the pasture. “Hope I’m not intruding.”

“Not at all.” You walk over to Billy, running your hand along his horse, admiring its spotted pattern. “A pinto?”

Billy nodded, patting his horse. He was proud of her, she’d been good to him for the past while.

“She a beauty.” You admitted, pulling one of your sugar cubes out of your pocket. “Can I?”

“Of course, she don’t get much of those.” You then grab a second one as a treat, putting your hand out to his horse. “I think she likes you.”

“What about you?” You pet his horse as she ate the sugar cubes from your hand, rubbing behind her ear.

“Well, are you gonna let me get to know you?” He asked, a sincere look in his eyes. He tilted his head waiting for your answer.

“I’m not telling you to leave, am I?” You step a bit closer to Billy, a little bit of tension in the air. He smiled down at you, prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. His gun still holstered to his pants.

“Reckon I’ll stay then.”

Billy came by a lot more after that. He’d stop you when you were in town, almost making you forget what you needed in the first place. Coming to your egg and milk stand even if he didn’t need any because you gave him plenty free of charge. He helped you with the horses, taught you how to handle a gun. You really did like him.

He hadn’t come seen you in a while and by now you knew he was an outlaw with a bounty to his head. You assumed he was dead or ran from town.

He didn’t tell you what he’d done to get this bounty to his name, the only way you knew was from the posters in town.

You were grabbing hay from the loft when you heard a creek behind you, you turn around stumbling to the ground. Looking up to see a familiar face.

“Hey, didn’t mean to scare you there.” You took a breath of relief as you saw Billy come up the stairs. Your heart rate slowed back down as he pulled you back to your feel. “Thought you saw a ghost or something?”

“Pretty much.” You wrapped your arms around him, confusing him. He slowly wraps his arms around your lower waist embracing you. “Thought you were dead, Billy”

“I’m right here, aren’t I?” He laughs letting go of you. You lean up catching off guard, pressing your lips to him. His hands grab your hips, stumbling backwards a bit.

You pulled back, looking him in the eyes embarrassed but he looked back down at yours laced with passion.

“I’m sorry, jus’ missed you.” His hand traces your jaw, caressing your cheek. Leaning back down to kiss you, a little more gentle this time. Your hands pressed against his firm chest, standing on your tippy toes to reach him.

He pulled away, his lips still brushing yours as you leant against him. “Missed you too.”

“Don’t go leaving me again.” Your fingers still curled in the fabric of his shirt. He looked down at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“M’sorry, didn’t mean to.” His voice was soft, soothing your surge of emotions. You stepped back from him, giving him a few inches of space. “Don’t go running from me now?”

“Billy, you’re all I think about.” You admitted to him, his blue eyes filling with want. His hand found yours, pulling it to his chest. “You don’t get it.”

“No, no I get it.” He rambles, pulling you back closer to him. His nose brushing against yours. You feel his heart pounding against where he holds your hand. “You think I didn’t want to be here every dying second, I couldn’t stand not seeing you for a few weeks.”

“What happened Billy?” You pleaded, begging for a reason. You watch as his he swallows harshly. He shakes his head, looking away from your pleading eyes.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m here now.” He didn’t like being dishonest with you or keeping secrets, but he didn’t want his innocent girl knowing about his crimes. Tainting your kind view of the word and who he was.

“Did you miss me? Or am I reading us wrong?” You ask, fingers entwining with his as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Reading us wrong? Baby, I’m in love.” He pressed his lips back to yours, kissing you with all he had in him. His passion and hunger. His tongue sliding past yours lips, pressing and sliding against yours. Your breaths were heavy when he pulled away, kissing the corner of your morn and then cheek. “Every part of you.”

“Billy,” You whisper his name like an oath, threading your hands in his brown locks. “Every night, day, morning, you’re all that’s on mind. The second I wake up, it’s just you.”

“Good,” He mumbles against your lips, unable to pull away from your touch. He looks at you, wishing he could see all of you. “What about me do you think about?”

“Your face, how pretty you are.” You whisper embarrassed, pulling away from his slightly. His lips part leaning in for another kiss but you pull back. “Your voice, your eyes, your touch, how I want to feel all of you against me. The way you make me feel hot when I feel your skin against mine. When you look at me and I feel all funny.”

He pressed kisses to your neck, making you feel hot between your legs. He noticed when your thighs clench together, nipping at the skin of your neck. His hands pulled your body flush against yours.

“Me too, baby.” He mumbles into your skin, pulling away to see your flushed face. Your eyes begging for him to touch you. You look down as his thumb sinks past the waist band of your trousers. “Do you want me like I want you?”

You nodded, allowing his fingers to unbutton your trousers. Your hands pulled his suspenders off his shoulders. Then travelling to unbutton his shirt one by one.

“Billy, do you want this?” Your eyes pleading with approval, he was quick to nod.

“Yes, so bad. All I’ve ever wanted since I saw you.” Your heartbeat quickens at his confession. You pull his shirt off his torso, kissing his bare chest. Kissing and sucking his pale skin, leaving a small trail of bruises. “H-have you done this?”

You shook your head as you let him pull down your trousers, kicking them off to the ground beside you. His hands kneading the fat of your hips.

“Does that matter to you?” He reassuringly caresses your cheek, brushing your hair away from your face again.

“Jus’ don’t wanna hurt you.” He softly kisses your bottom lip, mumbling incoherent against it. “Don’t wanna break something so perfect, so delicate.”

“You won’t, not made of glass.” He laughs against your lips, fingers sliding down to unbutton your blouse. You help pull the rest of it off, leaving you in your undergarments. The air suddenly felt cold as his breath caught. “What is it?”

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He tilts your head up to look him in the eyes. He slowly pushing you against a wooden beam in the hayloft. “Bet you taste so sweet.”

“Billy what’re you doin’?” You watch as he falls to his knees, hands caressing your thighs, pulling down your undergarments. “I thoug—“

“Shhh, let me taste you.” You lift your legs to help him take off the last of your clothing. You close your eyes as he places hot kisses up your thigh, his hand pulled your leg over his shoulder.

You opened your eyes, looking down at him between your legs, his blue eyes piercing yours. He presses his hot tongue to your wet folds, your jaw dropping to let out a breathless gasp. Your fingers entwining into his hair, nails digging into his scalp emitting a groan from him. His lips wrapping around your clit making you lean your head back against the post.

“F-fuck, Billy.” You whined, looking down at his hungry eyes. His large hand kneading your skin as you licked at your folds. His tongue pushing past your entrance, thrusting in and out. “Oh my god.”

Your hands tugged at his messy hair causing him to groan into your pussy. His muffled noises vibrating into you. His thumb presses circles to your clit, whimpers emitting from your lips.

Your nails scratch into his scalp as he presses two fingers past your entrance, slowly stretching out your untouched pussy. The burn of the stretch causing to cry out his name.

“Shh, you’re doing so good.” He praised, mumbling words into your thigh. His fingers curled, reaching a spot inside you that made your back arch off the beam. “Yeah, just like that baby.”

“Billy, feels weird.” You whine, hips jerking against his hand. Your stomach felt tight like a wire about to snap. He made sure to grind his palm into your swollen clit while his fingers curled inside you. Your pussy squelched every time he thrusted his fingers back inside, your wetness coating his thick fingers.

“Come for me, be a good girl and come for me.” He pleaded, staring at you as the pitch of your moans picked up. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips bucking against his hand as the wire inside you snapped. “That’s it, feels good?”

You gasp as you recover from your orgasm, Billy pulling his fingers from you, placing them in his mouth. You watch Billy suck your juices off his finger on his knees under you. He lifts your leg off his shoulder, standing up to tower back over you.

“You taste so good, wanna try?” You didn’t get to answer before his mouth was on you. Your taste on his tongue invading your wanting mouth. You wished you could taste him too.

“Billy,” You push him back towards a stack of hay, pushing him to sit down. You straddle his lap, pulling off the garment covering your breasts. His tongue immediately circling your hard nipples, his hands fondling where his tongue wasn’t exploring. Your wet pussy pressed against the rough fabric of his pants. His painful erection pressing into your clit. “I wanna feel you.”

“Feel me then,” He responded into your chest. Pulling your hips onto him. Your shaking hands go to unbutton his pants, slowing pulling down the zipper. He lifts his hips for you pull down his pants and zipper. You nearly whined when you saw his length.

“Billy— How’s it going to…” His hands rub soothing circles on your back. His lips still kissing along your chest.

“Gotta be slow, it’ll fit just fine.” You nodded, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He was long, really long. You didn’t really know how big they were supposed to be but Billy’s was pretty. The way it slightly curved up, precum dribbling from his pink tip. You ran your thumb along the vein protruding from the side. “Oh— god.”

You looked down at his reaction, slowly stroking him up and down. He groaned into your breasts, teeth grazing your nipple.

“You like that Billy?” He nodded, mumbling ‘yes’ into you. You quickened your action, stroking him a bit fast. You ran your thumb across the tip smearing his precum around his tip. “Tell me.”

“God— if you keep that up I won’t last long.” He groaned leaning his head back, his breathing picking up. “I thought this was your first time.”

“It is,” You experimentally twist your wrist, a cracked moan escaping his swollen lips. Bucking his hips into your hand. “Billy, do it for me.”

“No, wanna be inside you.” He grabs your wrist pulling your hand from his cock. You whine, frustrated and wanting to see him fall apart. “Easy girl.”

Billy was kind of controlling the way he took your hips in his hands, guiding you onto his cock. He guided it to your entrance for you, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You jaw went slack at the stretch, your nails digging into his biceps.

“You wanna stop, just tell me.” He holds your hips letting you adjust to him. You leaned over to hide your face in his neck while your cunt adjusted to his girth.

“No, keep going, I can take it.” Was all you mumbled into his neck that was coherent. His hands pulled your hips down until there wasn’t a slither of space between you two.

His hands grabbed at the flesh of your ass, pulling you a few inches before pulling you back down. You were tight and so fucking warm. The way you wrapped around him made his brain go fuzzy. You allowed him to control your movements until you got acquainted to the feel, it wasn’t much different than cantering.

“Fuck—just like that.” You placed your hands on his shoulders, bouncing your hips up and down. The noises leaving his lips were like honey. He kissed along your jaw trying to distract himself from how you felt so good, better than anyone before. “So tight.”

“Billy,” You moan his name, grind your hips down on his cock. His thumb rolled lazy circles around your clit making your legs shake. Your legs got sore fast and it didn’t go unnoticed by Billy.

He pushed you over onto your back, pushing his cock back into your gushing cunt. You begged him over and over, ‘faster’. “Taking me so well, sweet girl.”

Your back arched off the hay that dug into your skin. His thumb rubbed faster against your clit, leggings shaking as they wrapped around his torso.

“You’re close, almost there.” His lips trailed her neck, free hand pressing against her breasts as they bounced with each of his thrusts. He mumbled praises into her skin. “So beautiful.”

“Billy, so big.” You mewl, his tip brushing your cervix with each thrust. Your hips bucking against him as you took each of his harsh thrusts. “M’gonna—“

“That’s it, come on my cock.” He kept his pacing, sucking dark bruises into your neck. Claiming you as his girl. “You gonna come for me?”

You nodded as you felt your body go hot, your cum coating his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your nails left deep red scratches down his back.

“That’s it, there’s my girl.” He pulled out, stroking his cock until his cum spilled onto the hay and your thighs.

You laid breathless letting the hay scratch at your skin. Billy panted against your neck, hands caressing your sides.

“Not leaving again anytime soon.”

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[nightviator]

OK so hear me out. I'm going to tell you how I think they could make the subway scenes without making lila and Five a thing, and also having a really good character arc and making them show trauma signs. It's a bit long.

Like five would be as traumatised as he deserved to be from last apocalypse, having flashbacks and etc. Lila would see what he experienced to end up as the assassin he was and would think about her parents and the way she wanted to kill him because of her family but ended up being ungrateful for having one. And they could have great character arcs.

Lila and Five go to that subway. Five sees that thay lost the way to go back home and is really frustrated. Actually he is using that anger to hide the fact that he is scared. Traumatised. Because he has seen it all before.

He was there before. Lost, without power to help his family. He is scared. That time he had handler and there is now no thing such that. What if he has to wait another 45 years to go back to his family? Does he even has that mental capability? What if he dies before getting the chance?

He really is scared. Scared because all of the thoughts he had in that past apocalypse are coming back to him. But this time it really was his fault. He can't tell that he is a kid just saying no to his father (not that he could use it to convince himself before, the guilt was too much). He can't say he had no idea of what time travel can make. He had promised himself to never do such a stupid thing ever again and he did it. This time he abandoned his family when he knew they were in a bad state.

So he is scared and angry at himself and at lila and everything and ptsd and stuff and stuff and. Lila sees it. Lila can see what made the murder of her parents, the murder of her parents. She can see how traumatised he really was. And she wants to help. She was responsible in this because she wanted to be more than just a wife and mom and she kinda made him to come here.

But as the time passes five is in a way worse situation. He is loosing it. Also the one who wants to help him is the daughter of handler. Five is so paranoid. What if it was all a plan? What if he never really ran away from the first apocalypse and is still working for commission? What if this is mind games of handler? And if not, what says that Lila can't be another handler? The ones that find you when you're at your worst and try to act like they want to help.

So here we have paranoid Five and Lila who wants to help and understands how truly traumatised he is. She is also scared that Five may run away when she is sleep because he can't trust her now,and because of that she has to always keep an eye on him.

This makes him even more sure that something is up with Lila. And when they go to that very first apocalypse, he goes to his young self without paying attention to gun to make sure that its not all just memories made by handler and he is truly seeing this and the things he experienced after season 1 were real. He is gets shot and lila is the one who saves him.

She is like:"you fucking idiot!!! What are you doing?! You literally were the murder of my parents and now you're acting all crazy and are about to get both of us killed?!"

And he looks at her, yelling that he NEVER wanted those to happen, and just for the first time cries because he thinks all of the things he has done was because of handler but also thinks he is making those up to feel less guilty of being a murder for such a long time and also coming to this subway but at the same time he is paranoid and etc etc.

Lila sees how much guilt he had and also feels bad because does she really miss her family? If yes, why wasn't she more grateful this time? Why did she ran away from them then?

And she sighs, tries to stop nagging at such a situation and adds a mental note to make him go to therapy once they are out. If they are out. So he is all tired, and she goes to help him with that wound, and he just stares at her, disgusted and shocked and saying that don't you DARE to touch me.

Lila is so confused buy apparently this made Five really believe that Lila is just like handler and is trying to use him and make him feel like he needs her just to get closer to him. Is he going to let someone else touch him? Even go near him? Absolutely not. No. No way.

So he runs away, and she barely makes it to not miss the subway by using his powers. Five is there, bleeding but still refusing help. He is about to die, and then she won't be able to copy anything and will probably stuck here forever, and she is the one who made this happen. Such a selfish person she is, thinking about herself in this moment when five is DYING, she thinks.

And when they are both at the last level of disappointment, the subway finally stops in were they wanted. Home. Their home.

It's been such a long time, 7 years.

Lila jist picks Five, running out. Five survives and Lila has a emotional hug with Diego (who wanted to fix everything) and her children and they sob and they talk and they really fix problems.

And then one of the siblings makes a comment on Five, saying how stupidly he trapped himself in a thing related to time again as if he is addicted.

Lila is about to just rush and kill that person. She yells that none of them never really cared about how traumatised he was and she realises she was like that too.

Anyways, Five wakes up and siblings are ready for emotional support and things go back to normal or at least a bit good. And him and lila have such a iconic friendship.

Also Diego tries to be the good brother that he told that Five was. Because Five deserves good brother too.

Also, you want romance? Throw a scene when he finds Delores or human Delores there and wants her so badly but Lila has to stop him because they should go and Five just hates this because he thinks she is just using his love for his wife like handler. (Got the human Delores idea from another tumblr post that I can't find now.)

TADA!!!

BETTER PLOT!!!

....damn I wrote a LOT. I may make it a fanfic-

So... yeah. Love to know your thoughts too, because we are all so angry.

[aftonfamilyvalues]

how women on here are reacting to the boxing situation is the final straw for me with radblr tbh.

like imagine this scenario for a second: people are making false claims about you that you not only can easily disprove with a simple, uninvasive test, but you've ALREADY DONE said test in the past so you'd just need to ask them to publish the results. you can debunk these claims with the same amount of effort required to push a button.

but you don't. you have Literally The Easiest Option In The World to prove you're right and you don't do it.

and yet because women have created their own OC for this guy in their heads who is a female with androgen issues they'd rather defend their self-made blorbo as a way to peacock about how "yes all women" and/or "not racist" they are than do 2 seconds of research and critical thinking to realize "hey maybe this situation that fits literally all the criteria for the dude being a male, including the fact that he's been previously disqualified from competing in the women's league TWICE yet shows up for the Female Olympics anyway, means he's actually just a liar and cheater"

i'm open to having some sympathy for him if his parents (tried to*) raise him as a girl but like. he's a fucking adult. he took a sex test. he knows who he is now. he's making his own decisions. one of these decisions is choosing to hide who he is.

*idc how misogynistic his parents are in believing "no vagina??? but no penis. no penis = female. because female = non-male.", if they knew he had a male-specific dsd that coloured how they raised and treated him, even if they tried to hide it. the act itself of hiding it from him and trying not to raise him that way makes their treatment of him already inherently different from how they'd raise him if he were actually female.

link here

im going to try to go about this in the most respectful way possible.

i cant say i agree with everything youre saying here. theres still a lot of misinformation about this and i cant say a slatz tweet is very satisfying for me given the racist and homophobic things ive seen from her. but, if what you say is true, that this boxer is an intersex male who was assigned female at birth, i think its completely unfair to treat her entirely as a man. the community tends to regard itself as a place for intersex women too, those with this particular dsd were not spared misogyny just because they unknowingly had xy chromosomes. learning they are biologically male with a dsd doesnt mean they have a desire to completely restructure their lives and identity around being men, i think thats kind of insane to expect.

that being said, i think there needs to be a reevaluation of fairness in sports and how intersex people fall into it. what advantages or disadvantages do intersex women carrying a y chromosome have over those that dont? what male charactistics (bone density, for example) still exist in these women? do they pose a danger to other women in their sport? what about other intersex conditions? at what point does it become unfair? unfortunately it could lead to their exclusion, and if that happens will there be another place for them? theres a lot to consider and things will have to change as we learn more. its not really a black and white situation in my opinion.

[welldrawnfish]

Hey !! How are you ? Did anyone give you donations, could you afford your meds. I am really worried about you

Hello yes! I've gotten donations! Really its an outpour of help and im so grateful, ive been going through a rough time (not adhd related) and one adhd related the past few days sorry I've been quite! Ill make a comic on it, i really want too. but basically i just moved to ontario, but my adhd diagnosis is in manitoba. Ontario's Premiere (USA TRANSLATION: Governor) Doug Ford has stripped healthcare funding in order to push his agenda of privatized paid medical care like america. without proper funding, doctors leave for greener pastures. so stuff like ER wait times? 14 hours. Family doctors? Ive seen wait lists up to a year. He does this cause then he can point to the medical care and go, see how government healthcare doesnt work? We need to privatize it. So the only choice I have is using a walk in clinic. Where I literally see someone for abotu 10 minutes. Just enough for a specialist referral or med refill. But, Walk in clinics wont perscribe me adhd meds, only a family doctor can. And like I said, Wait times. And I wont even know if they are trans friendly and safe or if they will refuse my medication. Speaking with my pharmacist they told me about a site called Tia health. They ONLY perscribe adhd meds if they are the one who diagnosed you. And a diagnosis is 700$. But as of right now it might be my only option. I've gotten so much help, I'm almost there and able to afford that. And Im so so so grateful for everybodies help literally been crying about it. it shouldn't fuckin be this way, what that man is doing should be illegal. That shouldnt be a political tactic I hate it. Right now im rationing my last 4 pills, taking them only when I need to get work done. I'll prolly be quite for a bit longer since i dont want to allow myself anything that could become a hyperfocus loop without medication I have to work.

[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ breaking point (out of the woods, ls2)

Dhanishka runs to the medics tent to find Logan, to kiss his wounds better and cup his face in her hands. What she finds is not her boyfriend, but a scared boy hardened by misplaced anger. Aka a look back to the breakup.

tws/notes: vague mentions of injury, a break up, cursing, its fun guys dw!!! (so much angst.)

As soon as she was done, as soon as she pulled to the boards, Dhanishka disregarded every protocol. Shoving past Trident employees, she hastily and earnestly apologized, nearly body checking a cameraman on accident. Her hands flying up in a shouted 'sorry!" as she hustles through the crowd formed.

Her hands shake as she's ripping off her helmet and the balaclava underneath as she dodged questions from media around her. Nothing mattered right now.

Nothing other than her boyfriend, who she'd seen nose dive the wall.

Logan had crashed, bad, and even with sweat dripping down her neck and her hair matted down, she needed to find him. Her feet carry her out of the little cooldown area, dipping past a concerned Oscar as she comes out on the other side.

"Dhanishka!" Oscar shouts after her when he spots its her, and when she whips around, running a hand through her hair to try and tame it he continues, "He's in medical!"

"Thank you!" Dhanishka shouts, raising a hand in thanks to him and the Prema employee who's obviously the one to have told him. She whips around and this time, takes off running.

When she gets to medical, they redirect her to the paddocks, saying Logan had gone back to HWA after. And technically Dhanishka's not allowed in the garage but, at this point, she was already breaking rules so who the hell cared? Her feet hurt from the aggressive way she sprints on their not so supportive bottoms, warm wind in her face making her eyes water. Or maybe it's the adrenaline and the panic?

Probably the panic.

She runs into Viscaal, quite literally, before she can get into the HWA paddock. She goes to apologize, to shove past him, but he grabs her by the arm, tucking her off to the side.

"Viscaal!" She gasps, "I'm sorry but I have to--!"

"Dhanishka!" He shouts, grabbing her other arm and she rips out of his grasp, going to run to HWA. Her teammate wastes no time, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back as she sputters,

"Logan crashed! Like, really really bad, and I need to go see if he's okay!" And she goes to keep babbling when Viscall shouts over her, trying to keep her focus on him for one god damn second.

"Listen! Just, Dhanishka! Listen to me!"

She finally sucks in a breath, and looks up at her teammate. Immediately, her eyebrows furrow and she gasps, “Aren’t you supposed to be in medic? You crashed! Are you okay?!"

“That’s not important. Listen,” He breathes, hands tight on her wrists and Dhanishka nods, slowly, before he says, “Trident just pulled a 2008 Renault.”

She blinks. “Huh?”

Vascaal whispers, a sharp hiss, “Crashgate. I’m Nelson Piquet Jr, you’re Fernando Alonso.”

And it’s like Dhanishka’s world begins to crumble under her feet. Her hands tremble as Viscaal is called away by Trident. The workers look a little worried and try to grab Dhanishka too, but she quickly ducks under a barrier and now sprints. She's stumbling on almost doe like legs, nearly dropping her helmet twice, jamming a nail when she goes to catch it. She slips behind a HWA employee and then finds herself smack in the middle of the garage, eyes on Logan. His blonde hair matted from sweat, face flushed and red as a cold towel is wrapped around his neck and he softly thanks whoever it is that bustles away after doing so.

"Logan." She says, though it comes out more of a breath. His shoulder is in a sling, the medic carefully explaining the extent of his injury to his trainer. Dhanishka takes another step, almost closing the distance before he turns to see her.

She expects the broken look. The sad, tired eyes, the shortness of breath. The way he's curled in on himself with a sour look of frustration. And when she sets her helmet down on a nearby table, it thunks, and his head snaps aside.

She doesn't expect the tight jaw, the narrow eyes, the way he immediately stands to meet her. His trainer goes to grab his arm but pauses when he sees the reason Logan's stood. Dhanishka takes a step forward, wanting nothing more than to hug Logan, but she's stopped when Logan takes a hard step back.

"Dhanishka, what the fuck?" He hisses, and she freezes. A deer in headlights as his eyes narrow at her and his lips almost, almost, curl in a snarl.

Her heartbeat is in her throat and she swallows, whispering, "What?"

"Viscaal told me," Logan hisses, stepping closer, and Dhanishka knows Logan. He's not a fighter, he doesn't shout, hes calm and and he's respectful, and this is.... this is something she's never seen from him.

"He told me too, I just don't understand why Trident would think it's a good idea and--wallahi, are you okay?" Dhanishka begins to sputter, big wide eyes as she steps forward to gently check on her boyfriend.

"You won, why do you care?" He steps back, a hand swatting hers away, and Dhanishka feels herself freeze.

"Why do I care?! Lo, you crashed!" She tries once more but this time it's Benny who places a gentle hand on her shoulder, nodding his head to urge Dhanishka back. Logan steps forward as she moves back, raising his voice.

"Because of your team's fucked strategy! All that matters to you is a win, not anyone else, not even me!" his voice cracks with emphasis, Benny turning helplessly to try and calm Logan, but he can't do anything before Logan shouts, "How could you do this to me?!"

"I didn't know that was gonna happen, I had no idea!" Dhanishka defends herself, hands flat on her chest, eyes beginning to bubble with tears, "If they had told me they were going to do that, I would've told them no! That's a dishonest way to win!"

"Oh, don't try and defend yourself now." Logan sneers and Dhanishka just looks at him.

"I... Logan, I didn't know!" Dhanishka shouts, voice shattering into a broken sound that almost makes Logan's heart hurt. But he just sucks in a breath and narrows his eyes.

"You've talked about wanting to win this race for so long--"

Dhanishka cuts Logan off by stepping closer, and the majority of HWA realizes theres no stopping the two drivers as they continue to shout, "Honestly winning it is different than this! This is a disgrace, I--I don't want a stupid trophy for this!"

"Then why did you do it?" Logan's voice drops to almost a whisper, the garage falling hush. Every eye settles on Dhanishka and her skin crawls, and she swallows the lump in her throat.

When they're this close, Dhanishka can see all the little faint sun spots she'd trace with her thumbs, feel the warmth of his plush cheeks under her hands, still losing their baby fat. She recounts every night in the past near decade she's spent staring into his eyes and watching them crinkle up in joy.

Logan watches the tears in her eyes he's used to causing from making her laugh so hard. The faint, smudged makeup he's helped her take off after long nights sneaking out of hotel rooms to run amuck in the halls. He can feel her breath inhaling sharp and can almost hear her heartbeat like it's through the sweaters shes usually wearing when he's napping on her chest.

But despite that, despite every ounce of love she feels for him,a nd he feels for her, this wedge thats digging in just goes deeper. It splinters and tears, ripping apart who they were, and making something horribly new.

Something not them. Not yet. Something they'd grow into.

"I didn't fucking have a thing to with it!" Dhanishka suddenly screams, shocking even herself, "How dare you accuse me of such a thing?!"

"You're telling me you didn't have part in the plan that led to your victory? Oh, fucking please," Logan scoffs, "Y'know, I thought my own girlfriend wouldn't try and fuck me over."

"Logan, listen to me!" Dhanishka goes to gently reach out to him again, but a harsh slap to her wrist knocks her aside. And when she glances back to the face she's grown to love as easy as breathing, she finds it's completely changed.

"No." Logan hisses. but its desperate. He's afraid, Dhanishka realizes a second too late. And he stares her down with a trembling anger, born from something misplaced, "No, you know what, no. This... this--"

He makes a motion between them, then his hand dips under his fireproofs. Against regulations, he's wearing a tiny beaded necklace, once Dhanishka has matching. Just their initials on shitty drugstore beads on barely strong enough string. Before he can say it, Dhanishka knows what he's going to say.

"This is done. I'm not letting you get in the way of what I've got set up for me."

And Dhanishka's throat goes dry and Logan yanks the necklace, a loud 'pop' signaling it's break. His hand holds the beads tight, keeping them from clattering to the floor.

"Logan." She pleads and he points behind her, to the open garage doors, and Dhanishka swears she can see tears in his eyes before he blinks.

"Go." He doesn't even seem to want to say it and Dhanishka slowly steps back, watching as his hand opens and he almost dismissively shakes the beads to the floor. Tick, tack, tick, they clatter down at her feet. Two little letters, DD, staring up at her. Then, and only then, does she break. Thin tears trickle into bigger ones, rolling down her cheeks and she muffles a sob into her hand before she's turning on her heel and snagging her helmet off the table. Her balaclava falling to the floor of the HWA garage, knocking the beads into a grate.

Only then does Logan feel guilt start to eat at him.

And when Logan looks behind her, he sees not just her trainer, but Oscar, Liam... a bunch of familiar faces poking out and he swallows his guilt.

"Isa!" Logan shouts, but she's gone, barrelling past her trainer Kylie in a ball of tears. He grits his teeth, turning back to the eyes that watch him, and he feels so small. And so he keeps his chin up and turns on his heel sharply, shoving past curious voices as he slips off to a corner to hide the emotion trying to fight through his face.

Dhanishka stumbles to a stop, two hands on her face, cradling her. She can't hear who's speaking, big eyes blinking up as she muffles her sobs into her hands. The arms pull her in, tight, and she sees a flash of her father's watch that has her trembling.

"Hush, Babli." Her father soothes as best he can, cradling her like a baby. And Trident employees stagger around them, trying to judge if its safe to move in, but Dhanishka's father holds her tighter. To keep her safe.

She feels something ebbing in her heart as it shatters. Something sharp and cold fixing her up. Like ice freezing in her veins.

She doesn't question it now. She can deal with it later.

thank u to all on the tag list <3

@nichmeddar @shineforever19 @d3kstar @chasing-liberosis @justsomejess @struggling-with-delia @daemyratwst

[lenasai]

this is one of the campaigns i spotlighted a while back. ghazi's campaign is progressing, but very slowly - too slowly for the circumstances he and his family are living through. €500-€1000 short term goals are taking an excruciatingly long amount of time to reach.

his situation, in his own words (emphasis mine):

When the war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023, my relatives and uncles took refuge in our house, thinking that it was the safe house, and 5 days after their displacement to us, the occupation carried out a brutal and violent bombardment on the neighborhood next to us. On the morning of Friday, 10/13/2023, the Zionist occupation called my older brother, asking him to escape, evacuate all the buildings of the entire neighborhood, and head to the south of the Gaza Strip. It was very suspicious and scary and we didn't know where to turn. We had to evacuate. I had to flee with my family to a safe area, leaving behind my neighborhood, my home, my shops, my work, my memories, literally everything. We took refuge with our relatives in Al-Maghazi camp, and 12 days after we were displaced, on 10/25/2023, the occupation bombed the bakery opposite the house in which we were displaced, and I was injured in my foot. On the left side and an injury, my brother suffered minor burns to her face, and the house became partially destroyed, but it is the only shelter we have, so we restored what we could to live in the house as much as possible. On November 4, 2023, warplanes targeted the bakery after it was destroyed again. Thank God, none of us were injured, and nothing was done here. We were able to restore, but we cleaned and sat down because there was no other place, and on the morning of Wednesday, January 3, 2024, the occupation made a sudden ground entry into Al-Maghazi camp, and here we were surrounded and we could not leave the house. There was no water, food or any other necessities of life. We just sat and heard the sounds of shelling, bullets and missiles. We are waiting for our turn to come. Until Sunday morning, January 7, 2024, we miraculously managed to leave Al-Maghazi under bombardment and took refuge in Rafah. I had no one or relatives there, and we built a tent to shelter me and my family. On May 28, 2024, we were displaced for the sixth time after nights and days of violent bombing on tents in Rafah’s Mawasi. They were displaced and we did not know where to run. I cannot describe the situation adequately; I think you've seen enough on the Internet. I lost my home, my shops, my family's source of income, and I was left with nothing. I have lost many friends over the past four months. However, I feel nothing but complete helplessness and inability to help my family. The feeling of helplessness is humiliating and painful, as negative thoughts dominate your thoughts, such as thinking about suicide or wishing for death to escape this feeling. But here I am breathing again and thinking of positive solutions in the face of crushing death. I'm trying to cling to life.

today, ghazi made an update: his campaign finally reached its €9,500 short term goal. the next one is €10,000. let's help him reach that goal by the end of next week! i think it's completely doable, but he needs your help. even €5 helps, but if you truly cannot donate, then please spread his campaign in the hopes that it will reach someone who can.

this campaign has been featured on the @gazafunds website and i trust its legitimacy.

€9,629 / €10,000 (short-term) - €371 left to short-term goal

€9,629 / €50,000 total

please share this post so other people can see this campaign!

[baldurs-simp]

I literally fell in love with your Gortash fanfic and I really need more of this man 😫. Maybe one of him with a Druid Tav with an obsession with plants? You can take any creative freedom with that and do as you will with the that information. I apologize if it’s too vague 🫠 Your writing is amazing!

Thank you, darling! I can never do with too much of this man! Hope you enjoy this!

My Masterlist

It's rare for Lord Enver Gortash to be past the city walls, walking free in the wilderness, away from the hustle and bustle of the urban streets. But he decided to go on a hunt, just for a bit of fun.

He has been tracking prints of what seems to be a wolf, a large one by the look of things. Hearing leaves rustling in the distance beside him, he turns with his crossbow aimed, ready to shoot his prize. But, between the branches of the shrubs, he sees a humanoid figure, clothed in attire that seems to be made from leaves and brown, tanned animal leather. A quaterstaff is fastened to their back, and as he steps closer, he realizes that he is in the presence of a Druid.

You don't hear the man approaching you, too focused on your spell. There's a glow around in the palm of your hands as a flower sprouts from a vine encased in your hands. When you pull your hands away, the flower continues to bloom as well as others sprouting around it.

Gortash watches as you admire your work and he lowers his crossbow as he steps forward again. When he steps on a twig, it snaps under his foot, alerting you to his presence, and making you turn around to face him.

Your eyes fall to the crossbow in his hands and you slowly reach for the quarterstaff on your back. "You're hunting in these woods? Unless it was for a good reason, then you're stupid for wanting to willingly harm a creature of nature," you snap, holding onto your weapon tightly, causing it to glow with magic.

"I am merely here for my own amusement. I am not looking for a fight," he says, adjusting his stance to prepare himself for a fight that could arise.

"Anyone who harms an animal here is looking for a fight with me."

"Any yet, I have done no such thing," he fights back quickly before you can even get another word out.

You narrow your eyes at him, glaring him down as you try to read his body language to find out what he really is doing here in these woods. Holding your hand out, you conjure up vines beneath him, twisting around his ankles and up his legs.

As he tries to fight against the constraints, you make them grow higher, grappling his torso and his arms, and making him drop his crossbow before they reach out and attach to nearby trees. They hold him firmly in place, tightening the more he struggles against them.

"Cypress vines," you say, lowering your hand as you step forward, smiling to yourself as red flowers start blooming from the vines. "Should you find yourself ingesting them, it could prove lethal," you add, smirking at him as you command a vine to grow dangerously close to his mouth. "You name, city dweller."

He groans at the tightening vines on his body, trying to pull his head away from those on his face. "Enver Gortash," he says, hoping that it will grant him his freedom.

You hum, flicking your hand to make the vine on his face disappear. "Gortash. Did you know that these flowers attract hummingbirds? It is a beautiful sight when the sun is out in full. A sight that you could not get anywhere in the city," you say, turning your attention to a flower blooming on his shoulder. "Have you ever seen anything so magnificant?"

Gortash frowns at you, watching you admire the flower as if its vines are close to suffocating him. Still, the admiration and wonder in your eyes is something magnificent to him. He can't pull his eyes away from your face. He's seen many people, many beauties in the city, but none of them can be compared to the natural beauty he sees when he looks at you. It's as if he immediately regrets stepping into the woods to hunt a wolf.

He lets out a strangled gasp as the vines tighten, breaking you from your trance as you look back at him. "Forgive me. I have a passion for all plants. I can get carried away," you say, stepping back to let the vines shrink back to release the man.

"I admire your passion," he speaks, shifting on his feet as he continues to stare at you. "And I find that I am the one who should ask for your forgiveness. For intruding on your... sanctuary," he says, holding his hands out to gesture to the abundance of flora he now notices growing around him.

You nod, smiling at him as you take a step away from him. "Hopefully you will think again before attempting to harm nature," you say, chuckling slightly as he smiles at you, nodding in agreement. "You should return to the city, Enver Gortash."

He doesn't get to say anything else before you transform into an animal and disappearing into the wilderness.

And the form you take is that of the wolf he had been tracking.

[diqnbaus]

Let You Break My Heart Again (Part 3)

Pairing: Miles Morales x fem!reader

Summary: You, Gwen, and Miles go out and have some fun!!!

Category: I forgot the opposite of angst

A/N: I barely remember the ATSV movie. I was so focused on not having a stroke that I forgot to pay complete attention, so lmk if anything is wrong please :-).

Looking between the two, nothing seems to be terribly wrong. Sure, Gwen is looking at you like she’s just seen a ghost, and Miles is looking at you like he’s just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. But they quickly recover before starting to speak.

“Hey, y/n. Long time no see-“

“What’s up, y/n?” Gwen and Miles both speak at the same time, before being cut off by you slowly closing the door on them. You are not dealing with this right now.

For a second you stand in front of the closed door, before you turn around and begin walking out of the apartment.

The door opens and Gwen and Miles come rushing out.

“You’re leaving? But I just got here,” Gwen says walking over to you.

You turn around. “Yeah, I have uh.. homework.”

“Oh c’mon. You know what they say, ‘homework is temporary, friendships are forever’,” she responds.

“No one has ever said that.”

“I just did,” she smiles. “So are you in or not?”

You pause before looking over at Miles. He looks almost pleading. What for? You don’t know. But you’re not going to let him get in between you and seeing your very long distance friend.

“Yeah. I’ll go,” you respond while Gwen cheers and high-fives a smiling Miles. “I need to change though.”

“Miles does too,” Gwen responds while Miles nods. “I’ll be on top of a building when you guys are done. You’ll have to figure out which one.”

Gwen climbs out the living-room window, leaving you and Miles in silence.

“Y/n-“ Mike’s starts before you cut him off.

“Don’t. Not right now. I just want to spend time with Gwen like how it used to be. We can talk after.”

As you start walking over to the bathroom, Miles responds, “tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you say before closing the bathroom door and changing into your spider-suit.

Swinging around the city with your friends made you feel at home. For the past few months you had felt like something was missing, this was it.

The adrenaline from jumping from tall buildings and catching yourself just before you hit the ground had you giddy. This was the happiest you had been in months.

Taking a break, the three of you sat on top of a building trying to catch your breath.

“Jesus, y/n. Do you need a minute? Or maybe ten?” Miles teases you. You send him a playful glare before going and sitting on the edge of the roof.

The sun was still up, but you could tell night was coming soon. You had always loved night time, looking up at the stars and the moon while thinking about all of the other things that have done the same as you. Of course, you couldn’t see the stars very well in New York because of light pollution, but you liked to pretend the lights on the buildings were stars. In your head, the city was its own little galaxy that you needed to protect.

“What do you think, y/n?” Gwen asks from beside you.

“I uh, I’m sorry what were you talking about?”

“The multiverse,” Miles replies.

“Oh. Well um, it’s pretty big I guess,” you respond while nervously picking at the gloves on your suit.

Gwen snorts. “You’re not wrong. But we’re talking about fate. Like how things are bound to happen in every universe.”

“Oh, we’ll I never really thought about that. I didn’t know the universes were that connected,” you reply, a little confused.

“You have no idea,” she mumbles, but before you can ask more questions, she gets up. “I’m a little hungry. How about we go back to that party on Miles’ roof?”

“Sounds good to me, I’ll kind of have to hide though,” Miles says.

You groan, realizing that you’re going to have to stand up and swing around again.

“Literally, how are you a spider-woman?” Gwen asks jokingly.

“I don’t know either,” Miles responds. “She didn’t even show up to a fight earlier.”

“Oh please, you’re one to talk about not showing up. Besides, that cow guy didn’t seem like that big of a deal.”

“Okay it’s time to go!” Gwen shouts, jumping off the building and swinging towards Miles’ apartment. You give Miles a look before doing the same.

As soon as you make it to the party, you decide to give Miles and Gwen space by going to get a soda. And maybe another cookie, making a mental note to ask Mrs. Morales where she got them.

As if hearing her name telepathically, Mrs. Morales approaches you.

“So? How did it go? Is he out of his angsty teen phase?”

“Um, it went well, but he’s still pretty angsty,” you reply, faking concern.

She laughs before looking around for him, only to find him under the water tower with a girl. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, her? That’s uh,” what was her fake name again? “Gwanda.”

“Gwanda huh? I better go find Jeff,” she replies, almost distracted. After she walks off, leaving you there, you try to find something to busy yourself, settling on picking at your nails.

You watched the whole interaction from afar. You really didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was so hard not to. From Miles’ parents meeting “Gwanda,” to her leaving, to Miles and his mom talking. To be honest, the whole thing was hard to watch. So towards the end, you stopped. It hurt that Gwen left without saying goodbye to you directly, but you understood that she and Miles were better friends than you two were.

Apparently, Miles and his mom finished their conversation because Miles comes to find you and drag you away by the arm

“Let’s go, I wanna follow Gwen. This whole thing is weird,” he rushes out, still pulling you.

“Ow,” you mutter, making him loosen his grip. “Are you sure you just don’t want to see Gwen?”

“What? No,” he gives you a look, but you give him one too. One that says you don’t believe him but will pretend like you do.

You sigh, still following him. You just wanted to get home and change into comfy clothes at this point.

A/N: i got carsick while writing this