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Navigating Q4 in Trucking: What to Expect and How to Stay Ahead
As we move into October, there are some key updates in the trucking world that will likely affect your business. Things have been up and down this year, but there are a few silver linings if you stay on top of the trends and plan accordingly. Letâs start with rates. Spot rates have been dropping most of the year, with dry van rates down by about $0.02 to $0.05 per mile compared to earlierâŚ
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@sonictober's Sonictober 2024
Day 8: Truck
đś Trust me and we will escape from the - GIANT INCOMING TRUCK -
(Vehicles are NOT my forte as an artist)
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KZN, Gauteng record highest number of accidents at start of festive season
The festive season has started on a bleak note, with the preliminary road statistics showing that in the first six days of this month, 162 fatal crashes and 193 deaths were recorded in the country. âTo date, Gauteng and KwaZulu-Natal have the highest number of accidents and fatalities, with a concentration of incidents in the metros. While current figures represent a decrease compared to the sameâŚ
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Jamshedpur Truckers Threaten Strike Over Stagnant Freight Rates
Annual Vishwakarma Puja announced; association warns of road blockades if demands not met Jamshedpur Truck Trailer Owners Association warns of strike action if freight rates arenât revised by September 13, 2024. JAMSHEDPUR â The local transportersâ association has issued a threat of road blockades and freight stoppage in the event that freight rates are not revised, citing years of stagnation. InâŚ
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đ˘ At Each Other's Throats đ˘
Spencer Reid x female! Reader
For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024
Summary: A previous encounter means that you're not the biggest fan of Spencer Reid, and you go to some extreme lengths to prove that to him.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Dom! Spencer, but not exactly sub reader , degradation (use of whore, slut), semi-public foreplay, arguing as foreplay etc, oral sex (m receiving, f mentions, too), face fucking, rimming, nipple play, rough sex/ rough play, spanking, slapping, spitting, choking, messy sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, mentions of painful sex/ pain play etc. some possible CNC triggers/ phrasing.
A/N: I couldn't find a gift of Spencer being bitchy enough, so everyone, please enjoy Kyle Orfman from Life After Beth. This one was a labour of love, if love was actually hate. It's 2am. This is obviously not edited, and may never be.
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You knew from reputation alone that you would have a hard time working with Spencer Reid. Perhaps it was the slew of child prodigy articles that popped up alongside his name. Maybe it was even just your preconceived notion of what men with three PhDs, a badge, and a gun were like. Maybe it was the fact that he'd written to you after one of your first professional articles was published in The American Journal of Forensic Medicine and Pathology and told you a piece you'd worked on for 18 months was just plain wrong.Â
Either way, you laid eyes on him, and the hatred was cemented. But fuck was he hot.Â
He had no clue who you were as his boss introduced you to him, looking between the two of you as if expecting good things to happen. You should've warned him.Â
âSpencer, this is Y/N. She'll be assisting on a few cases from this month onwards.âÂ
His eyes glazed over as he ran your name through whatever roller index of memories he had stored in there.Â
âY/N is a lecturer at the University of Virginia. She's going to be lecturing at the FBI Academy from September onwards-âÂ
âYou! You wrote an article, I wrote to you about it, did you get my le-â
âYes, I got your letter. I believe you called my writing âjuvenileâ and my thinking âwishful,â and that if I had any actual field experience, I'd slowly understand how many mistakes there were in my writing.âÂ
Agent Hotchner took an almost imperceptible deep breath in, trying to hide the fact that this was all new information to him.Â
âWell, here I am, Doctor Reid.âÂ
The man in front of you gaped for a moment, letting his mouth hang open, closing after a few seconds only to open again. Perhaps you'd disorganized that index of his. You hoped you'd set the goddamn thing alight.Â
âShall we get started?â
To say that you'd gotten off to a bad start was an understatement. Your start had been reversed over by a dump truck with no tires. It had been cemented into the ground with no chance of going anywhere but down into the pits of hell.Â
Which is, coincidentally, where you found yourself every time you had to engage Spencer Reid in conversation.Â
Your first impression of his looks - his incredibly good looks - was that he was even better looking when he was pensive, and unhappy, and being bitchy. He was positively climbable when argumentative, and you liked nothing more than ruining his day, if just for the fact that he'd angrily loosen his tie and pop open his top buttons, exposing the pale white of his neck, and his sharp collar bones, perfectly ready for someone to suck and nip at.Â
He was still an ass, however, and you couldn't bring yourself to sink to those depths.
Four cases in, and you hadn't agreed on one thing. You'd caught a serial arsonist, who he had demanded was most likely an office worker, but you'd countered with college student, and you had prevailed there. 1-0.Â
Then, unfortunately, you'd lost back to back cases with unsubs in the trucking industry, unfamiliar with and uninterested in the life of the Jack Kerouac type.Â
You'd even the playing field at last with a child abduction. And although you knew you'd both been keeping score, you were so genuinely happy for this case to be over. A child was safe at home, and you'd worked so well under pressure (something he had assured you would change your view of your personal forensic psychology theories). 2-2.Â
Of course, those were just the big leagues. You'd fought many petty battles, too, as the war waged.Â
You'd accidentally stolen his place on the jet, enjoying the long bench seat for a good few naps. A few times, he'd settled in next to you, trying to nudge you out of the chair completely, but you'd held your ground.Â
âThis is my seat. Usually. There are like 10 other places on this jet to sit. Why does it have to be here?â He'd grumbled into your ear as you gently elbowed him in the side, accidentally, of course.
âThere aren't assigned seats. Maybe you have control issues, Doctor,â you cut back, trying to avoid speaking too loud to avoid the ire of the group.Â
While you'd enjoyed bickering with - and intellectually besting - Spencer greatly, it did seem that the sentiment wasn't shared by those around you.Â
âYou can't be serious, right now,â Morgan complained from a seat opposite. âYou're seriously fighting over a seat, right now?âÂ
âIt's my seat, Derek, come on, you know it's my seat.âÂ
The look returned to Spencer almost had you ashamed of your petty actions.Â
âI swear they're just taking every advantage to get closer and closer together. Next thing you know, she'll be sitting in his lap,â Emily said from the corner of the plane, so obviously not talking to you that you were almost offended.Â
âAh, young infatuation,â Rossi replied, still ignoring you.Â
Reid slinked just slightly away after that, and you weren't sure if you were more annoyed at the comments themselves or the loss of his annoying companionship.Â
You wanted him to bother you because it meant you'd succeeded in bothering him.Â
You'd had more than your fair share of rather explosive arguments as well.Â
âYou can't seriously believe that Thomas Edison did more for the field of engineering than Nikola Tesla,â he'd shouted at you at a bar after a case had landed you in paperwork hell, filling out forms and working into the late hours.Â
A drink had been suggested, a celebration after solving four straight cases in a row, and you'd gladly taken the chance to unwind.Â
âSpencer, we're literally sat in a bar decorated with multiple light bulbs. Look, there's one. Another! Astounding. Thank you, Mr Edison.âÂ
âAnd none of it would be possible without Alternating Current, so yes. Thank you, Mr Tesla.âÂ
Your teammates had long since abandoned you to your petty bickering and fighting amongst yourselves. They'd stopped getting involved when Penelope had tried to mediate your discussion about Doctor Who, which had quickly devolved into New Who vs Old Who.Â
You didn't even care strongly either way, you just cared that he did. And however he felt, you were sure as hell ready to take up arms against him. Because it was so fuckimg hot watching him lose his shit.Â
You were a grown woman. You could admit that to yourself. You likely wouldn't admit it to anyone else, even if it was as clear as day that you found him unbearable attractive at times. You sure as hell knew that it wasn't a one-way street, from the way his eyes strolled across your body each morning.Â
You wondered if there was a section of his brain that was dedicated to memorising everything you'd said, done, and worn since he'd met you. You hoped there was.Â
On your fifth and final case with the BAU team, you felt unmatched in your annoyance.Â
You were still drawn with Spencer for case breakthroughs, and you felt the need to beat him once again just to nail the point home. He was just stubborn enough to see a 3-2 win as a landslide victory for himself, though you were absolutely going to frame it that way yourself if you managed to be the one to crack everything.Â
All sense of teamwork and camaraderie was off the table.Â
You had a murderer to catch.
Three women, beaten, assaulted, and tied up. He'd shorn their hair but bagged them up so they were unseen. Then he'd placed the bags on display. The unsub was caught between two extremes, hatred of his victims, and gentleness, protecting their dignity in death by covering them up.Â
Obviously, you and Spencer had to decide which side of the debate you were to land on.
âI think we're dealing with a killer without remorse here. It's easier to explain the covering, the dressing of the women as a ritual rather than guilt.âÂ
He'd finally played his cards, and now it was your turn to passionately wipe them from the table.Â
âRemorse? He's cut all their hair off and beat half of them so badly we needed dental to identify them. And in case you've forgotten Spencer, half of them are prostitutes.â
âYou're saying he can't feel remorse for killing prostitutes?â
âThat is not what I'm saying. Don't twist my words."
âWell, of you'd said something that wasn't nonsensical, I'd have a better chance of understanding what the hell you're trying to say!â
With every line you'd stepped closer and closer to one another, like two boxers in a ring, sizing each other up before a fight.Â
You wanted to take his tie and strangle him with it. You wanted to pull him down for a kiss and force him to shut the hell up.Â
âReid, Y/N, both of you take five,â Hotch called sternly from the other side of the room. Guiltily, you both broke away from one another, his hand brushing your side as you took a step back, almost as if he'd meant to grab you before Hotch stepped in.Â
Probably to remove you from the room.Â
âTake five?â You said, mustering all the disappointment you could as you silently pleaded to stick around.Â
âGo back to the motel and get some rest. If you're going to argue like this, I don't need you at the precinct, and I certainly don't need you on my team.âÂ
You blanched at that, almost taken aback by the harsh words as you silently nodded and quietly walked towards the door, letting it shut behind you.Â
Spencer stayed behind, and though you couldn't hear his arguments, you knew he was attempting to reason with Hotch, as well. It evidently didn't work as he stormed out of the room behind you.Â
He looked half like a kicked puppy, half like an angry school kid who'd just been scolded by a teacher.Â
âDon't look at me like that, this is your fault,â you muttered as you walked away from the room.Â
âWhat? How is this my fault?âÂ
âIf you weren't so goddamn infuriating, we'd be able to get some actual work done.âÂ
You marched off in the direction of the exit, but he caught your shoulder before you made it that far.
âYou're blaming me? This is my job, Y/N, not yours. You get to go back to a cushy little office after this is done to teach the people that are going to end up doing the paperwork that consists of only 2% of our job.â
His finger jabbed at your shoulder as he said the words, and you had to resist the temptation to grab it.Â
âDoesn't feel too good to be criticized when you're just doing your job, huh, Spencer?âÂ
His brows knitted together in a deepened scowl and he took a step forward.Â
But there were eyes on you, and whatever confrontation this was, you didn't want to act it out in front of an office full of cops.Â
You turned and walked away again, down a seemingly abandoned hall to what looked to be an empty storage cupboard, flinging the light on and waiting the three seconds it took him to catch up with you.Â
âWhat's your problem?â He said, joining you in the cramped closet.Â
âYou! You're the problem! You're infuriating, and annoying, and most important, you're you!â You poked his chest back, harder than he had earlier, quietly reveling in the feel of his body under your fingertip.Â
âOh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to be someone different? Someone who worships the ground you walk on?â He said, discovering sarcasm for the first time since you'd been introduced.Â
âSure, Spencer, if you can take tour head out of your own ass long enough to worship someone else, then be my guest.âÂ
With a single push he crowded you against the wall, a hand above your head locking you into position as his other hand held your hip, his own hips joining you at the wall as you sucked in a breath.Â
âYou're begging to hear praise, right now, Y/N. Do you even hear yourself?â He asked, whispering the words directly into your ear.Â
âW-Well, you have me pressed up against the wall like some fucking caveman that needs to breed or die.â You spent half the time you were talking trying to compensate for the stutter, trying not to look weak, that you totally missed the words that came from your own mouth.Â
âYou think I want to have sex with you?â He asked, chuckling awkwardly, even as his hand on your hip began rubbing circles, his head hanging lower, just inches away from your mouths meeting.Â
âI think you'd love nothing more,â you said, finally lifting your hands to his hair and tucking a lock behind his ears. âSuch a shame I won't be crawling into your bed.âÂ
âIs that a challenge?â He asked, and you were taken aback for a few seconds.Â
âYou want me so fucking bad, you're trying to convince yoursel-â
With a swoop, he cut you off, his lips meeting yours. You gasped and allowed his tongue to enter your mouth, but you came to your senses quickly. You kissed back with all the anger of the last month and all the attraction that had built up since you'd joined the team. Your tongue fought his, your hands tangled in his hair as his pulled them out, pinning them against a wall. But you slipped free and grabbed him again, grabbing the tie you'd wanted to choke him with earlier and not letting go.Â
His lips were soft, and his body felt hot pressed against you, and you hated how good he was at all of this, how your body responded to his, how each time you pulled away it was with a small whimper as you begged for more.Â
âI knew you wanted me,â he said, between kisses, grabbing your face and tilting it up as he returned his tongue to yours.Â
âOh, shut the fuck up, you kissed me first.â His hands trailed up your hips, untucking your shirt as he pushed his hand under, his cold fingers sending a trail of goosebumps along your skin as you shuddered.Â
âI kissed you because you begged me to,â he said, his fingers caressing the bottom of your chest as he tried to press your bra up further.Â
You were about to argue back when his lips met yours again, and you were lost in the haze of arousal, leg lifting to his hip to better allow him space to settle against you.Â
You grew wilder in your passion, neither of you giving in even for one second as you writhed against each other, begging for satisfaction while denying that you'd ever wanted each other in the first place. Just as it became unbearable, your hands slipping to his belt, ready to pull his cock free and take it, the door opened again.Â
âReid, Y/N,â Morgan said from the doorway as you hastily jumped away from each other.Â
You pulled your shirt down quickly, and Spencer stepped behind you, covering up the tent in his pants as you stared guiltily up at Derek Morgan.Â
âHotch sent me after you to give you the keys to the SUV,â he grumbled, making no comment on anything that happened.Â
âWe were just, um, we were just-â your brain fought for an excuse, but you'd left your brain behind somewhere between joining the BAU and foreplay with Spencer in a closet, so words escaped you.Â
âYou were just making out in a closet. It's okay, we all know,â Derek said, turning to leave.Â
You jumped up, indignant now he'd brushed you off, and followed him out of the closet, an equally shocked Spencer trailing behind you.Â
âWhat do you mean you all know? All know what?â You said, stomping back into the office.Â
âThat you two are into each other. It's why Hotch sent you away earlier. He didn't want to see the two of you going at it,â he said, pressing the car keys into your hands.Â
âWe are not into each other,â Spencer shouted back at Morgan as he stalked off, and you glared at him to shut his mouth. There was a crowd forming, and you still didn't need that attention. Not when your hair was matted from seven minutes in hell with Spencer or when his hand had, once again, settled on your hip, pulling you closer into him.Â
âLet's go,â you huffed, and finally left the building with Spencer right behind you.Â
You didn't talk for the rest of the drive home, even as your brain flooded itself with images of him taking you in the back of the car, your lips around his dick as he drove, him pulling over to bend you over the hood.Â
You went straight to your separate rooms when you got back to the motel, though you swore that the walls were thin enough that he surely heard you pleasure yourself, fingers sinking into yourself. You weren't sure if he, too, had his hand wrapped around his cock, or if your brain was just now imagining whatever it liked to spur you on.Â
Imagined or real, his moans were delicious, a maddening mix of frustration, exasperation and desperation, whimpers and groans, and small growls until you yourself were cumming, and letting yourself sleep.
You avoided talking, all talking, until the end of the case, even as your head replayed his infuriating words, his moans and the rustling sound of his fingers pressing your shirt up. You refused to talk to him to give his coworkers the validation of arguing with him once more. You weren't into each other.Â
You simply wanted to fuck him. You didn't like him as a person otherwise.Â
In avoiding him, though, the small taste of release you'd sampled in the closet had your softer parts deliriously wanting more. As much as you hated Spencer, you needed him so bad.Â
You'd given him the cold shoulder but he'd returned it just as quickly, and you were more annoyed not talking to him than you weren't.Â
Your last case wrapped up, and you decided it was time to give him what he so obviously wanted. A conversation.Â
You sat yourself right back down in his seat as you got on the jet and laid down, pulling his blanket over yourself as you took up the entire space.Â
The others shook their heads at you as they walked on, Spencer taking up the rear. His eyes met yours, and he scowled, and you couldn't help but wonder if he'd look like that fucking you, so stern and angry.Â
You sighed and pushed onto your side as he stood over you.Â
âThat's my seat.âÂ
You smiled in success as you looked over your shoulder.Â
âI'm tired, I'm going to sleep.âÂ
âBut that is my seat-âÂ
âSpencer, you've sat on every seat on this damn plane before, that wasn't your seat until last month, now sit down, shut up and let me rest,â JJ exploded and you suddenly felt bad for drawing him into your argument. Or you did until you sat up a bit, and he sat himself right down where your head had been.Â
âSpencer!â
âI give upâŚâ JJ groaned from the table seats, pulling headphones over her head and shutting her eyes, and the others made to ignore you similarly.Â
Not one to be beaten, you pushed the book in his hands off his lap and laid your head down again, now cushioned by his legs.Â
âWhat-â his voice squeaked as you shut your eyes, too, and made yourself comfortable. He didn't push you off, or, heaven forbid, start talking to you again. Shockingly, he adjusted to the position quickly and resigned himself to pillow duty for the six hour flight.Â
You, too, shocked yourself by how fast you fell asleep. You woke up with his hands in your hair, stroking your head as he read, book in one hand, you in the other. His hands felt wonderful, raking through your long locks, brushing each errant hair off your face.Â
âSpencer?â You said, voice still thick with sleep.Â
His hand shot away, and you almost regretted not pretending to sleep for longer, sure that he'd have gone on if you hadn't said anything.Â
You straightened and cleared your own throat as you stretched, sitting quietly as you listened to the flight landing announcement.Â
âCongrats, Y/N, you've successfully finished your time with the BAU,â Rossi said from his seat opposite you, strapping in for the landing.
âAnd you haven't been shot, kidnapped, or slapped. That's gotta be a first, right?â Emily joked from the corner.Â
You smiled quietly as you strapped yourself down, scooting even closer to Spencer now to get your belt fastened.
Still, you couldn't resist the urge to mumble a retort.
âI'm sure Spencer thought about it a few times,â you sighed, a breath of resignation releasing from your lips dramatically.
The others chuckled, but Spencer sat silently next to you until the jet landed.Â
He stayed quiet as he began to pack his things, but it became clear quickly that he was dragging everything out. As the plane emptied, you shot him a curious look, not daring to speak until you were the last two on the plane.Â
âYou're being slow today.âÂ
âI've never thought about shooting you or kidnapping you,â he said, voice low and quiet, even though you were alone.Â
âIt was a joke, Spencer,â you started, so sick of him taking g everything so seriously. You made to walk past him, but as you did, you felt his hand on your waist pulling you back as another hand came hard and fast at your ass.Â
âI wasn't finished speaking,â he said as his hand ran over your butt, soothing the pain he'd just delivered. âI have thought about slapping you, though.âÂ
With that he grabbed his bag and stalked off the jet, not bothering to cast another look behind him.Â
Two could play at that game.Â
In about the most childish was you could muster, you ran ahead of him, staying three paces directly in front of him as he tried to overtake you. You moved when he moved. You sped up when he sped up. You even stopped a few times, so he'd run into you.Â
âY/N, cut it out.â
âMake me,â you said, throwing a withering look over your shoulder.Â
He didn't wither.Â
Instead, he grabbed your arm and marched you all the way through the FBI building, down to the parking lot, and into your car. As soon as he had you safely in the driver's seat, he closed the door, pulling off your visitors' pass.Â
âI'll return this for you, no need for you to dally.âÂ
âFuck you,â you spat out the window as you started the ignition.Â
âIt's been a pleasure,â he said with a grimace.Â
âNo, it hasn't,â you said back, wondering how long you'd spend in jail of you just mowed him down then and there.Â
âYouâre right. It hasn't,â he said, leaning down and into the window so you were now eye to eye.Â
âReally? It seems like you got a lot of pleasure out of spanking me earlier. You were certainly experiencing a lot of pleasure when you pushed me up against a wall last week. If it wasn't pleasure, there was definitely something long-â
âLong?â He smirked.
âAnd hard in your pants.âÂ
He leaned in through the window, his breath fanning against your cheeks as he whispered into your ear.Â
âThat was my gun.âÂ
âAnd I certainly won't be helping you fire a load,â you said, starting the ignition and pushing him back from the window as you drove away from the FBI and away from Spencer Reid.Â
It infuriated him that you'd gotten the last word. You'd spent a month with him and hadn't even given him a chance to show off his good qualities, and then you'd left without giving him a chance to prove himself.Â
And, in doing so, you'd told a blatant lie.Â
There had been two people in that closet, two people with tongues desperate for contact, eager for battle. You'd been moaning just as much as he had when his hands found your nipples.Â
But you'd gotten to drive away without listening to his retort, and it was killing him.Â
He sat and seethed at his desk for a while, waiting for the sense of relief that you were gone to wash over him. This had been what he wanted for weeks. Why was he now so discontent? Why did everything feel wrong?Â
Abandoning paperwork he knew wouldn't be needed until at least next week, Spencer found your address in the team files, wrote it down, and left his desk.Â
When you got home, there was nothing waiting for you.Â
It was annoying. You'd spent the last month constantly on the go, always with more work, more cases, more paperwork. You'd killed any apparent gaps with Spencer.Â
You could still feel his hands on your ass. You hated to admit it, but in your short acquaintance with Doctor Asshat, you'd grown fond of having him around as eye candy. When he wasn't being annoying (talking, breathing, or generally just being), you could quite happily imagine his head buried between your legs, his tongue lapping up every drop of cum you had to offer.Â
There were definitely better things he could be doing with his mouth, in any case.Â
Your body felt hot, itchy, and neglected as you got home, running a shower immediately and stepping in.Â
The water was hot, and the room steamed up faster than you expected. You washed away the fatigue, and you washed away the dirt of a month of cheap motels..Â
Just as you were about to wash away the memories of Spencer Reid and his stupidly skilful tongue, the doorbell rang.Â
It wasn't unusual for you to get visitors at 10 pm, but usually they announced themselves.Â
You stayed put in the shower. It was probably a package you'd ordered, and it could honestly wait.Â
The ringing, though, didn't stop. Whoever was at your door was insistent. First, the door rang to the rhythm of jingle bells. Then, they moved on to Fur Elise. When they got to Flight of the Bumblebees Levels of bullshit, you couldn't stand it anymore.Â
You wrapped a towel around you and pulled the door open wide.Â
âSp- mm?â You said, shocked to see him there, but completely floored by his appearance, and more importantly the two hands he'd planted on your cheeks as he pulled you in for a hot, hard, and fast kiss.Â
You pushed him off with a hard slap to his face, and stalked further into your apartment, knowing he'd follow closely behind.
You heard the door slam shut as he made to grab you again, but you stayed just out of reach.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?âÂ
âI came because neither of us will move on without this.â
âOh, you need me so much you won't be able to move on if you don't fuck me?â You scoffed, expecting a sarcastic answer to a sarcastic question.Â
âYes,â he said, and your shock at his earnestness gave him the moment he needed to grab at you again.Â
This time, though, the tiny towel that had been holding your dignity in place dropped to the floor as Spencer Reid pinned you against the wall.Â
âAlready fucking bare and wet for me, how well-behaved.â
âGo fuck yourself!â you said, even as his hands cupped your breasts, grabbing and pulling both of your nipples, making you moan.
âSee, your mouth is being a bitch, but your body is being a whore.âÂ
âJust fuck me won't you? No need to run your mouth.âÂ
âI think we're finally in agreement on something,â he said, pushing you to your knees.Â
âWhat? Sp-âÂ
In one quick swoop he released his cock from his pants and wrapped a hand around all of your hair as he slid it down your waiting throat.Â
As much as you protested, your mouth was wide open, and your hands wrapped around him just as eagerly.Â
Holding your head still, Spencer began to talk as he fucked your throat.Â
âThere we go. That's exactly how I've needed you for the last month.â
You glared at him as you sank your nails into his thighs, gagging on his cock as he picked up his pace.
With two taps on his leg, you requested a moment, and he quickly pulled his dick out of your mouth.Â
You coughed quickly, then spat out all of your accumulated drool before looking up at him.Â
Part of you wanted to force him down next to you, to make him taste your cunt the way you'd thought about earlier. The other part, the larger part, was excited about him using you.Â
He grabbed his dick and slapped your face with it, returning your earlier hit. He was waiting for you to open up again so he could cum down your throat and leave.Â
âOpen,â he demanded.Â
You didn't comply, but you stuck out your tongue, lapping at his tip slowly as you sat on your hands. He held his breath as you kissed the underside of his shaft, making his way to his balls. You reached them and finally sucked them into your mouth, making sure to look up and make eye contact with him as you toyed with his private place.
He didn't argue or complain. Instead he fisted a hand into your hair and dragged you to your bedroom.Â
Divesting himself of his pants and shirt, he sat down and, still on all fours, pushed your face back into his crotch. Perched on the edge of your bed, he held his cock up and served himself to you.Â
âWell? Get back to it, Y/N.âÂ
Your tongue found his cock first as his hands massaged his balls, playing with them gently as you licked all the way to his tip then buried yourself between his asscheeks. You licked at the skin between his ass and balls, you tasted every inch of him, and you grew angry that he still hadn't done this for you.Â
Against his wished, you rose and spat on his cock, before squeezing it hard.Â
âSpencer, are you going to fuck me or are you just going to ruin my makeup?âÂ
âYou look prettier with spit coating your face than you've looked with any lipstick,â he said as you pushed him down onto the bed and grabbed his cock.Â
Straddling his waist, you were surprised he.let you sink down onto his cock without so much as another word. You felt him fill you up, one inch, then another until you sat fully sheathed on top of him.Â
And then he flipped you over so he was back in control.Â
âSon of a bitch,â you muttered as he pulled out and thrust back in.Â
âYou wanted me to fuck you, I'm fucking you.â
You wanted to argue but all you could do was moan yes as he set a furious pace, thumb and forefinger pinching your clit as you bucked into him wildly.
You couldn't stand too much of this, knowing that you wanted to at least outlast him. You wanted to tell him how pathetic he was for cumming first, you wanted to gloat that he'd wanted you more, that he couldn't resist breeding your hot wet cunt. You knew any more of this, though, and you would instead be on the receiving end of those same taunts.Â
Pushing against his chest, you used the last of your strength to flip him over again. He struggled, though, stronger than you were expecting, and you rolled together like that for a few moments.
You almost went crashing to the floor as he fought for control, but he pushed a foot off the bed and held you up with his lower body strength. The new position though forced his cock deeper, to just the right angle, and when he thrust into you again, you did something you'd never done before during sex.Â
You screamed your pleasure.Â
Your orgasm ripped through you, as painful as it was pleasurable, and you grabbed Spencer Reid by the neck and forced his tongue to meet yours.Â
He couldn't complain, too busy moaning about your hot, wet, and now tighter cunt to worry about whether he should be kissing you.Â
He pulled back and picked his pace right back up, but this time, you resisted less. Hooking a hand under your legs, he pressed your legs up, pushing his stomach and chest down just above your own as he moved slower but harder.Â
You wondered if this was what other wen talked about when they said they wanted someone to beat their pussy up, to use them until they couldn't stand. You didn't think you could even think about walking again for the next month as he spread your knees apart and pinned them to the bed, unloading his cum as deep inside you as anything had ever been.
You didn't even know your body bent that way.Â
Panting, he collapsed on top of you and buried his head in your shoulder, mumbling and muttering to himself as he came down from his ecstasy.Â
He didn't pull out. He barely even softened as he kissed across the expanse of your throat, thrusting shallowly with each nip, until your body couldn't take anymore.Â
He picked a spot and sucked, and licked and bit and soothed as he ended one round, and began another.Â
âSpencer-â you said, gasping as he sat up, his cock once again standing at attention, filling you still.Â
âNo. Stop. Don't talk, we're not good when we talk.âÂ
You nodded and pulled him back for another kiss, wrapping a hand around his throat and pressing hard as he moaned and groaned into you.Â
Still wet and slippery and sensitive from your first attempt, neither of you lasted long, falling to the bed when it was all over with a grunt of overexertion.Â
âThat wasâŚâ you said, stopping there, for once totally speechless.
âThat was good?â He supplied, but just good wasn't enough.Â
âYes,â you agreed, though, not willing to let your cunt rule your mind when around him.
Anymore, at least.Â
âWe should⌠we should probably never speak again,â you said, even as your hand reached out for his, fingers tangling.Â
âOf course. I'll leave, and we won't ever speak again,â he said, stroking your hand with his thumb, bringing your clasped hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your hand.
âYou haven't left yet.âÂ
âI haven't.â
âI have nowhere to be tomorrow,â you said. âYou don'tâŚâ
âI won't leave yet. We might as well enjoy this,â he said, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked over your naked body.Â
âWe should definitely just get this out of our systems now. What's the harm in that?âÂ
âI agree. If we're committing to a one time thing, we might as well go all in.â
âExactly,â you said.Â
âExactly,â he parrotted.
Exactly a year later, the members of the BAU received invitations in the post to your wedding. Because the both of you had convinced yourself that that one time had never ended and never had need to.Â
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Old Flames, New Wounds (Kinktober 2024: Day 4)
SUMMARY: Years after a bitter breakup, you find yourself face-to-face with Jake âHangmanâ Seresin at The Hard Deck, reigniting all the anger and unresolved feelings you'd buried.
PROMPT: "I could help you feel better."
KINK: Hate Sex
WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT. (P in V sex)
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The last thing you ever told Jake Seresin was that you hated him. And you meant it.
That smug, cocky pilot had taken what little spark your short-lived relationship had and snuffed it out with his dismissive attitude. He called you âtoo much,â oversharing, saying you revealed more about yourself than a ânew girlfriendâ should. The accusation still stung every time you thought about it, as if wanting to connect was a crime in his world. You, in turn, made it clear that he was nothing more than a flirtâa man who couldnât resist checking out other women right in front of you, even on dates. You told him off, and before he could toss another patronizing smirk your way, you let him have it, âI hate you, and I hope I never have to see your stupid face again.â
And for years, you didnât.
That is, until tonight.
You were settled at The Hard Deck, your favorite spot at the bar, engrossed in the latest thriller youâd picked up, occasionally chatting with Penny between chapters. It was a quiet evening. The salty sea air was soothing, and the barâs familiar warmth offered a welcome break from the world outside. At least, it was peaceful, until you heard that voice.
That same, infuriating drawl youâd spent years trying to forget. Your stomach dropped as you turned in your barstool and saw him. Sure enough, there was Jake âHangmanâ Seresin, laughing it up and playing darts with his buddies like he hadnât left a trail of bitterness in his wake.
You turned back around, pulling your book closer, determined to avoid him. You had no interest in rekindling any form of conversation with him, let alone acknowledging his presence. But of course, you werenât that lucky.
You could feel his eyes on you before you heard his footsteps. When Penny rang the bell after an older guy made a fool of himself, Jake approached the bar to order another round. His gaze zeroed in on you, like a predator stalking its prey.
âWell, well, well,â came that smooth, too-familiar voice. âIf it isnât the woman who swore she never wanted to see my face again.â
You clenched your jaw, your eyes narrowing as you met his smug grin. âAnd I meant it,â you muttered under your breath, trying to focus on your book.
Jake chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. âStill sticking with that story, huh? You sure you're not just a little happy to see me? Admit itâmissed this face just a bit.â
You scoffed, setting your book down and looking at him, deadpan. âIâm serious, Seresin. Seeing your face again is like getting hit by a truck I didnât see coming.â
Jake smirked, leaning against the bar with casual arrogance. âAw, câmon, sweetheart. Thatâs a bit harsh, donât you think?â
Your blood boiled at the way he called you "sweetheart." He hadnât earned the right to use nicknames, not after what had gone down between you two.
âWhatâs harsh,â you shot back, âis the fact that youâre still under the impression I care about anything you have to say.â
Jake raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. âThat a challenge?â
Before you could snap back, Penny interrupted, sliding him his drinks and giving you a look that said Donât let him get under your skin. You took a breath, trying to calm the fire building inside you. But Jake wasnât done.
âStill got that attitude I see. No wonder things didnât work out between us,â he teased, his voice just loud enough for some of the others to overhear.
Your patience snapped. âYouâre right, Seresin. It didnât work out because you couldnât go five minutes without checking out some random woman while we were out. I guess commitment wasnât your strong suit.â
The mood around the bar shifted as people started to pick up on the personal nature of your jabs. Rooster, sitting nearby, exchanged glances with Coyote, and even Penny gave Jake a warning look.
But Jake, being Jake, didnât back down.
âFunny,â he mused, âI donât remember you being the poster child for a great girlfriend either. A little too eager to unload all your baggage on date number two.â
That stung. Hard. The words hit you like a slap to the face, and for a moment, you were speechless. But the hurt quickly morphed into anger.
âAt least I wasnât a shallow, self-absorbed asshole who could barely hold a conversation unless it was about himself,â you shot back, your voice sharper now.
Jake's smirk faltered, and for a moment, something more than cocky amusement flickered in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by that infuriating grin once again.
Before things could escalate further, Phoenix stepped in, laying a hand on Jakeâs shoulder.
âCool it, Hangman,â she said, her tone firm. âWeâre here to have a good time, not start a bar fight.â
You crossed your arms, glaring at Jake, who simply shrugged, looking like he was enjoying every second of getting under your skin. âNo fight here. Just some honest conversation between two... old friends.â
âYeah, old friends,â you muttered bitterly, grabbing your book again, though your mind was far from the words on the page. The tension lingered, thick in the air, as Jake gave you one last glance before heading back to his game of darts.
But you knew this wasnât over. Not by a long shot.
You tried to focus on your book, but the words blurred on the page, your mind still spinning from the last encounter with Jake. How could he waltz back into your life like nothing had happened, that same irritating smirk plastered on his face? The memory of his smug tone and condescending remarks gnawed at you, making it impossible to concentrate.
You took a sip of your drink, trying to shake it off, but his voice and presence lingered in the back of your mind. It didnât help that every so often you could hear his laughâloud and obnoxiousâcoming from across the room as he played darts with his friends. You gritted your teeth and forced yourself to keep reading, anything to ignore him.
For a while, it worked. He left you alone, and you tried to convince yourself that he wasnât worth the space in your head. The bar around you carried on as usual, people laughing, talking, music playing. But peace was short-lived.
About half an hour later, you heard him again, this time back at the bar. He was ordering another round for the guys, and you kept your head down, praying he wouldnât notice you. You didnât want to deal with him again, not after the way the last conversation went.
Just as you turned the page of your book, you heard a giggle next to you. A girl, clearly tipsy, leaned over the bar, swaying a little as she tried to catch her balance.
âOh my god,â she slurred, her eyes wide as she whispered to her friend. âThat guy... heâs been looking at me all night. Heâs so cute.â
Curious, you glanced up and followed her gaze, and sure enough, it was Jake. He was standing at the end of the bar, waiting for his drinks, casually leaning against the counter as his eyes swept over the roomâapparently landing on the girl next to you.
Your stomach twisted with irritation. Of course, Jake was back to his old tricks.
The girlâs friend giggled back, but you couldnât help yourself. Before you could think it through, the words slipped out.
âTrust me,â you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for the girl to hear, âheâs not the kind of guy you want to go home with.â
The tipsy girl blinked at you in confusion, her smile faltering slightly. âWhat do you mean?â
You leaned in slightly, your voice low. âI mean, heâs a flirt. Heâll sweet talk you, charm you, but once youâre hooked, he loses interest. Heâs not worth the trouble.â
Unfortunately, you underestimated how close Jake was. He clearly overheard you because the next thing you knew, he was standing right behind you, his voice dripping with faux innocence. âOh really?â he drawled. âThat what you think of me?â
You turned in your stool, and there he wasâhis green eyes glinting with amusement, that same cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Of course, heâd heard you.
âYouâre eavesdropping now?â you shot back, refusing to let him intimidate you.
Jake raised an eyebrow, pretending to be hurt. âJust happened to catch a warning about myself. Thought Iâd see if you still felt the same way after all this time.â He leaned closer, lowering his voice. âStill hate me, sweetheart?â
You crossed your arms, glaring up at him. âThat hasnât changed, Seresin.â
The girl next to you, sensing the tension, awkwardly shuffled away, leaving you and Jake alone at the bar. He took her place, casually leaning against the counter again, his smirk never wavering.
âFunny,â he mused, âI donât remember doing anything that terrible to deserve all this hate.â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. âThatâs because youâre too self-absorbed to notice.â
Jake tilted his head, a faux-thoughtful expression on his face. âSelf-absorbed, huh? Are you sure you werenât just a little too sensitive back then? Maybe reading into things that werenât there?â
You could feel the heat rising in your chest, his words poking at an old wound. He was doing it againâdismissing your feelings like they didnât matter. âSensitive?â you repeated, your voice sharp. âNo, Jake. I wasnât being sensitive. You were a walking red flag. You couldnât even keep your eyes on me during a date without checking out every other woman in the room.â
He chuckled, not taking you seriously. âCome on, youâre exaggerating. I was just being... friendly.â
âFriendly?â you shot back, incredulous. âYou were flirting with other women while we were out together. Hell, you probably flirted with the waitress the night you broke up with me.â
Jakeâs smirk wavered for a split second, but he quickly recovered. âOh please,â he muttered, his voice low, âYouâre acting like I was the worst thing that ever happened to you.â
âWell,â you said, your eyes narrowing, âyou werenât exactly the best.â
Jakeâs playful grin faltered for real this time. Something in your words hit a nerve, and you could see the flicker of irritation in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Penny stepped in again, sliding a drink in front of him.
âThatâs enough, both of you,â she said sternly, giving you both a look. âThis is a bar, not a battlefield.â
Jake took the drink from her, his eyes never leaving yours as he stepped back. âWeâre just having a conversation, Penny,â he said, his voice deceptively calm.
Penny wasnât buying it. âSure. But keep it civil, alright?â
Jake nodded, but there was still that glint in his eye. He downed his drink in one swift motion before setting the glass back on the bar. âWell, Iâll leave you to your... reading,â he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. âBut donât worry, sweetheart. Iâll still be around if you decide you need a little reminder of what youâre missing.â
You clenched your fists, biting back the retort that was on the tip of your tongue as he sauntered away, that damn smirk back on his face. You hated how he could get under your skin so easily, how he made you feel like the years hadnât changed a thing between the two of you.
The bar had thinned out as the night wore on. Most of the pilots had already left, and only a handful remainedâunfortunately, Jake was one of them. You were doing your best to ignore him, nursing your drink and pretending he didnât exist. As long as he stayed on his side of the bar and you stayed on yours, everything would be fine.
After a trip to the bathroom, you came out into the dimly lit hallway, wiping your hands on your jeans. Thatâs when you saw himâthe guy who had been hovering around you all night. Heâd tried talking to you earlier, hitting on you with a few drinks in hand, but each time you politely turned him down. You werenât interested, and youâd made that clear.
But now, in the narrow hallway, there was no way to escape him.
You felt your chest tighten as he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with something darker than the casual flirting from earlier.
âCome on, sweetheart,â he said, his voice low and slurred, âyouâve been giving me the cold shoulder all night. You donât have to play hard to get.â
He moved in, his breath heavy with alcohol, his hand reaching out to touch your arm. You recoiled, pressing your back against the wall, but there was nowhere to go. Panic surged through you as he pinned you there, his body looming over yours. You wanted to scream, to fight, but your body was frozen, your mind struggling to process what was happening.
His grip tightened on your arm, and you felt the walls closing in. You opened your mouth to shout, but no sound came out. Fear had swallowed your voice, leaving you powerless.
Just then, the men's bathroom door swung open with a creak, and you turned your head, desperately searching for help. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw himâJake Seresin. Of all the people who could have walked out in that moment, it had to be him.
He caught your eyes instantly, and something in your expression must have set him off because his face shifted in an instantâfrom his usual cocky smirk to a look of deadly seriousness.
Without a secondâs hesitation, Jake crossed the hallway, his eyes locked on the man pinning you against the wall.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â Jakeâs voice was ice-cold as he grabbed the guy by the shoulder and yanked him off you with surprising force.
The man stumbled, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion. âHey, man, back off. This one's taken,â the guy slurred, trying to square up to Jake, but Jake wasnât having any of it.
âShe said no,â Jake growled, stepping between you and the drunk. âSo I suggest you take the hint before this gets ugly.â
The guy laughed, clearly not understanding the danger he was in. âWhat, you her boyfriend or something?â
Jake didnât miss a beat. He stepped forward, his chest puffed out, radiating that cocky, intimidating confidence you had always hated but were suddenly thankful for.
âYeah, I am,â Jake said, his voice calm but lethal. âAnd I donât take kindly to assholes like you thinking they can put their hands on her.â
You blinked in surprise, your heart still racing, but Jakeâs presence was grounding, pulling you out of the fog of fear. He slid into the role of your protective boyfriend so seamlessly, like it was second nature. And for once, you werenât going to argue with it.
The guy looked between you and Jake, finally realizing he was outmatched. Jake towered over him, his jaw clenched tight, and for a moment, you thought the guy might try something, but then he backed down. He mumbled something under his breath and turned to leave, but not before Jake grabbed him by the back of his shirt and shoved him toward the door.
âGet out,â Jake ordered, his voice low and dangerous. âBefore I make sure you never step foot in this bar again.â
The guy stumbled out, muttering curses under his breath, and with a final glare at Jake, he disappeared into the night. You stood there, still pressed against the wall, your heart pounding in your chest.
Jake turned to you, his expression softening now that the threat was gone.
âYou alright?â he asked, his voice gentler than you expected.
You nodded, though you were still trying to catch your breath. âIâI think so. I just⌠froze.â
Jakeâs eyes softened, a hint of concern flashing through his usual bravado. âHey,â he said, stepping closer, his tone low and reassuring. âThat guy was a creep. None of this is on you.â
You managed a weak smile, grateful for the fact that he didnât push for more details, didnât make you feel small for freezing in that moment. Jake Seresin, of all people, had been the one to step in when you needed it most, and it was throwing you for a loop.
As if sensing the shift, Jake tilted his head, his smirk returning just slightly.
âSo,â he said, a glint of playfulness back in his eyes, âstill hate my guts, or am I back in your good graces for the night?â
You couldnât help but laugh, despite everything. âYouâre still an ass, Seresin,â you muttered, but there was no real heat behind the words.
He chuckled, leaning against the wall beside you. âFair enough,â he said, looking a little too pleased with himself. âBut for tonight, Iâll take being your ass over letting that guy get away with anything.â
You rolled your eyes, but there was a part of youâhowever smallâthat was thankful for him tonight.
As the night began to wind down at The Hard Deck, the bar had mostly emptied out, leaving just a few stragglers nursing their last drinks. You were still on edge from the earlier incident, even though you tried to push it to the back of your mind. You told yourself you were fine, but the knot of anxiety in your stomach said otherwise. Jake had gone back to his friends after the confrontation, but every now and then, you caught him glancing your way, keeping an eye on you.
You finished your drink and set the glass down with a quiet clink, deciding it was time to head out. As you stood from your stool, you felt Jakeâs eyes on you again. He was still with the last few pilots who hadnât called it a night yet, but you could tell he was paying more attention to you than to them. You waved Penny a quick goodbye, thanking her for the company, and made your way toward the exit.
Just as you reached the door, Jake caught up with you.
âYou heading out?â he asked casually, but there was an edge of concern in his voice.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you replied, trying to brush it off. âJust gonna get home before it gets any later.â
Jake glanced around, then looked back at you, his expression unreadable. âLet me walk you to your car.â
You hesitated, feeling that familiar mix of annoyance and gratitude at his sudden protectiveness. âJake, Iâm fine. Itâs not farââ
âI know,â he interrupted, his tone firm but not pushy. âBut I donât want to take any chances. Youâre still a little shaken up, and I donât trust that guy from earlier.â
You opened your mouth to protest, but something in his eyes stopped you. He wasnât being smug or cockyâthis was different. He was genuinely concerned. Reluctantly, you nodded, letting him follow you outside.
As soon as you stepped into the parking lot, you spotted himâthe guy who had cornered you earlier. He was lingering near the far end of the lot, leaning against a beat-up car and lighting a cigarette. Your heart skipped a beat, and your body went tense as you instinctively took a step back.
Jake immediately noticed your reaction and followed your gaze, his expression darkening when he saw the guy. Without missing a beat, he stepped in front of you, shielding you from the manâs view.
âYeah, thatâs not happening,â Jake muttered under his breath. He turned to you, his jaw set. âYouâre not driving home tonight. Iâm taking you back to my place, and weâll come get your car in the morning.â
You blinked, surprised by his sudden decisiveness. âJake, thatâs not necessary, Iââ
âIt is necessary,â he interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument. âIâm not letting you drive home with that asshole lurking around. What if he follows you?â
Your heart raced at the thought, and despite your instinct to argue, you knew he was right. The guy hadnât exactly backed down earlier, and who knew what he was capable of, especially after a few more drinks. You sighed, your frustration ebbing as you realized Jake was just trying to keep you safe.
âFine,â you muttered, crossing your arms. âBut only because I donât want to deal with him.â
Jake smirked, though the usual cockiness was tempered with something softer, more serious. âGood. Letâs go.â
He led you to his truck, unlocking the door and waiting for you to climb in before he got behind the wheel. As he drove, the hum of the engine and the quiet of the night settled between you. For once, Jake wasnât talking or cracking jokes. He kept his focus on the road, glancing over at you occasionally, making sure you were okay.
The ride to his place was quicker than you expected. When you pulled up outside his apartment, Jake turned off the engine and gave you a soft look.
âIâll grab you something to wear,â he said, opening his door.
You followed him inside, feeling a little out of place. His apartment was surprisingly neat for someone you used to consider a mess of a person. Jake disappeared into his bedroom for a moment, then returned with a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.
âHere,â he said, handing them to you. âBathroomâs down the hall. Make yourself comfortable.â
You took the clothes and nodded, retreating to the bathroom to change. Once you were in his clothes, you felt a little more at ease, the comfort of the soft fabric and the faint scent of his cologne oddly soothing. When you returned to the living room, Jake was already setting up the couch for himself.
âYou can take my bed,â he offered, tossing a pillow onto the couch. âIâll crash out here.â
You shook your head, feeling a twinge of guilt. âNo, Jake, you donât have toââ
âNot gonna argue,â he said with a grin. âBedâs yours for the night.â
But before you could protest further, a strange feeling settled over youâone of safety, of knowing Jake wasnât going to let anything happen to you tonight. And despite everything, despite how much history lay between the two of you, you found yourself unwilling to sleep without him next to you.
âJake,â you said softly, your voice almost catching in your throat, âcan you just⌠stay with me?â
He paused, clearly surprised by your request, but the seriousness of your tone seemed to strike a chord with him. He nodded slowly, tossing the pillow back onto the bed.
âAlright,â he said quietly. âIâll stay.â
You both settled into his bed, the tension from earlier fading into something softer. As you lay beside him, the weight of the night began to lift, and for the first time, you felt like maybeâjust maybeâyou could trust him to look out for you.
As you and Jake lay side by side in the dark, the tension that had built up throughout the night refused to dissipate completely. The silence between you felt heavy, and though youâd initially felt a strange comfort in his presence, the weight of old wounds still lingered beneath the surface.
Jake shifted beside you, his usual cocky demeanor slipping back into place as if he couldnât help himself.
âYou know,â he said, his voice breaking the quiet, âyouâve really got to loosen up.â
You blinked, staring up at the ceiling, not quite believing he was starting this now. âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â
âI mean, come on,â Jake replied, his voice laced with sarcasm. âYouâre always so wound up. Itâs like you canât let go for even a second. Whatâs the matter? Been a while since anyone helped you relax?â
You clenched your fists beneath the covers, anger flaring inside you. âExcuse me?â
Jake shrugged, seemingly oblivious to how close you were to snapping. âIâm just saying, whenâs the last time you got laid?â
You turned your head to face him, your eyes narrowing in the darkness. âThatâs none of your business, Jake,â you said, your voice low but biting.
He raised an eyebrow, not backing down. âOh, come on, it was a joke.â
But it didnât feel like a joke. The frustration of the past two years, the unresolved anger and tension between the two of youâit all bubbled to the surface.Â
Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out, quieter than youâd intended, but they carried the weight of a confession you hadnât wanted to make. âThe last time I was with someone was you.â
Jake went still beside you, the cocky smirk falling from his face. For a moment, he said nothing, clearly not expecting that. The air between you grew thick with the sudden shift in mood, the flippant nature of the conversation disappearing.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â he finally muttered, his voice low and disbelieving.
You shook your head, looking away from him. âWhy would I joke about that?â
Jake chuckled and said more to himself than you, âThat explains so much. I could help you feel better, you know?â
The silence that followed was almost unbearable, the tension in the room intensifying. Jake shifted again, this time turning toward you, his eyes searching your face in the dim light.
âIâm sorry. That was uncalled for. I didnâtââ he started, but whatever he was about to say was lost as his gaze locked onto yours, something unspoken passing between you.Â
The anger, the resentment, the desireâit all came to a head, and before you knew what was happening, you were reaching for him, your lips crashing into his.
The kiss was messy, heated, full of everything youâd both been holding back for far too long. It was like all the pent-up frustration and unresolved feelings had been waiting for this moment, and now that the dam had broken, there was no stopping it.
Jake groaned against your lips, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer, his touch rough and demanding. You matched his intensity, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him harder, your body reacting to the fire igniting between you.
The years of distance, the bitterness, it all melted away as your bodies pressed together, the heat of his skin searing against yours. His lips moved from yours to your neck, biting and kissing with an urgency that sent shivers down your spine. You gasped, arching into him, your fingers digging into his back as if trying to ground yourself in the whirlwind of emotions that had taken over.
âYouâre so goddamn frustrating,â you whispered against his ear, your breath hot against his skin.
âTrust me, the feelingâs mutual,â Jake growled, his hands slipping under your shirt, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss was even more intense, a clash of lips and teeth that left you both breathless.
Whatever restraint had been holding you back was gone now, replaced by raw, undeniable need. You tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head before he did the same to you, his hands roaming over your body with a possessiveness that left you wanting more.
The tension that had been simmering for years exploded into something hot and primal, your bodies moving together with a desperation that neither of you could control. The sheets twisted around you as you shifted, Jakeâs weight pressing down on you as he kissed you harder, deeper, his hands exploring every inch of your skin.
It wasnât soft or sweetâthis was pure, unfiltered passion, all the emotions youâd buried over the years coming to the surface in a heated, almost angry release. You couldnât get enough of him, couldnât get close enough, your mind clouded by the intensity of the moment.
When he finally pushed into you, it was like the culmination of everything youâd both been holding back. You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he set a relentless pace, his lips finding yours again in a bruising kiss that left you breathless.
The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the occasional growl of his name as you both lost yourselves in the moment. It was fast, rough, and full of the tension youâd both carried for so long. Every thrust, every kiss, felt like years of frustration finally being unleashed.
You didnât know how long it lasted, but by the time you both collapsed onto the bed, spent and breathing heavily, the tension in the room had shifted. The anger and frustration were still there, but now they were tangled up in something elseâsomething raw, unresolved, and far more complicated than youâd expected.
Jake lay beside you, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You stared up at the ceiling, your mind racing, wondering what the hell youâd just done.
âWell,â Jake finally muttered, his voice rough and still a little breathless, âguess we got that out of our systems.â
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No Phone Policy 3.0
Baby girl Berzatto needed a metal name, and this felt like the choice, ya know?
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âHi, beautiful⌠oh, this is hella trippy buggies. I remember holding you for the first time, and now Iâm holding my granddaughter for the first timeâŚâ your Dad laughed as he stared down at the tiny pink bundle in his arms. You smiled as you watched him pace beside your bed. âWhereâs Carmy? I have a present for this little princessâIâm surprised he isnât glued to her, or you, for that matter.âÂ
You grinned as you adjusted yourself in the incredibly uncomfortable hospital bed youâd been in for the past 48 hours. âHe went home to grab me some stuff I forgot.â you lied, hoping he wouldnât see through your bluff. With a narrow stare, your Dad nodded. He could tell you werenât telling him something, but he didnât want to upset you by pushing the topic.Â
âWell, what did you two name this perfect little angel?â your Dad questioned as he handed you your daughter. You shrugged, âHavenât decided yet⌠the papers are over there on the table, but we canât decide.âÂ
âWhat were you two thinkinâ? Iâm team something unique and magical, especially since that lil girl was born on one of the most magical days of the year.â he smiled, putting a hand over his chest. You chuckled and adjusted the infant in your arms.
âJuly 23. Best day of your life.â you answered, âYou know, I know the story by heart⌠but she hasnât heard it yet.â the sing-song nature of your comment made your Dad lean forward in his chair. âBabyâs first Grandpa story! May I?â he asked, offering his hands to you. You laughed as you handed the baby back to him.
âI better get my daughter back, Dad,â you playfully scolded as he held her close to his chest. He shrugged and responded, âNo promises. Sheâs my new favorite person in the worldâyour Ma and sisters, and the boys are a very close second, but right nowâitâs all her.âÂ
âYou hear that gorgeous? Grandpa has known you for 30 minutes, and your greatness has already superseded your Mommyâs. Youâre my perfect lil angel.â he cooed. As he babbled at her, you rolled your eyes, âTell the story, Grandpa.âÂ
He scoffed in your direction before turning on the story-telling voice he would use when telling your nephews' stories. âThe year was 1986. Your Grandpa was traveling with one of the greatest bands mankind will ever know, Van Halen. Metallica is also a pretty fuckinâ awesome choice for music- donât let your Daddy ruin your taste in music, princess. You will be my little metalhead.âÂ
âDad.â you scolded. He shot you an exasperated look, âHeâs not even here bonding with his daughter. Iâm GOING to shit on his shitty taste in music.â he challenged. He noticed your subtle wince when he brought up Carmy for a second time. Something was going on, but he didnât dare bring it up, âOk, ok, Iâll stop shittinâ on Carmy. Back to babyâs first Grandpa story.â he chuckled, leaning back in his chair and adjusting the baby in his arms.Â
âGrandpa was in St. Louis. Iâd followed Van Halen for 12 weeks across the continental United States. I was broke as shit, hungry as hell, and I STANK. Iâm at the truck stop right- thereâs this little diner called Olivette. I ordered the cheapest breakfast I could, and at the end of my meal- this GORGEOUS waitress brought me a piece of gooey butter cake- a Missouri delicacy, in time youâll have your fair share, princess.â he assured the gurgling bundle in his arms, âThe waitress goes, âitâs on the house sugarâ in this cute ass little twang and I about died. That was your Grandma Dottie.âÂ
You smiled as he continued the story. He went in to explain how heâd worked up the courage to ask her if she was going to the Van Halen show that night, and when she said âyes,â he knew she was the one. You laughed as he explained that his mutual love of music had brought him an amazing life.Â
âI met Dottie on July 23, 1986, so the fact you were born on July 23, 2024, is a sign. I think I can convince your Mommy to give you a metal ass name. Auntie Pamala was named after Panama- the best Van Halen song. Your Mommyâs middle name is Olivette because thatâs where I met your Grandma. Then Auntie Mars is Mars because Grandma wouldnât let me name her after Lars Ulrich, but Mars was acceptable.â you laughed as your Dad explained the Y/L/N family lure. âYour Auntie Pam is my favorite, though- she named her boys after Eddie and Alex Van Halen.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âI love you, Daddy, but Iâm not naming my daughter after Van Halen or Metalica.â He scoffed in response. What about Pantera or Megadeath? Iâm just sayinâ with a last name like Bearzatto. She needs a metal-ass name.âÂ
You laughed as you collected your daughter back from him, âOkay, buggies, I love you, and Iâm really proud of you. Not just for procreating but for everything youâve done. Your Ma would be real proud, too.âÂ
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âWhat do you mean she doesnât have a name yet?â your sister Pam laughed as she cradled your daughter in her arms. You shrugged, âWe just canât decide.âÂ
âDidnât he insist on some Van Halen reference?â Mason, Pamâs husband, laughed as he entered the room with a brown paper bag. You shook your head, âHe gave her three band onesies, but I think I got out of the Van Halen references.âÂ
Mason shook his head as he placed the bag on the end of your bed, âI wasnât sure what youâd be cravinâ, but I figured a sub and chips was a safe bet.â he grinned. âThanks, Mason.â
âWhat about Jade Van? Dad would freak over the reference.â your baby sister Mars laughed as she put her head on your shoulder, and she snuggled closer to you, craning her neck to get a better look at your still-unnamed daughter. You shook your head, âI donât know how Carmy would feel about that one.â
âBitch. He isnât even here. Name her whatever the fuck you want.â she said with an overly dramatic eye roll. Mars was the only one who knew about the issues you and Carmy had been going through, but you couldnât stomach telling her that Carmy missed the birth.Â
âHow about Blade? Blade Berzattoâfuckinâ metal, right?â you joked, trying to brush Carmy out of your mind. Mars erupted into laughter,, which startled the baby in your arms. You cradled the baby and nudged Mars to shut up. âI love it. But letâs go more norm-core,â Mars said as she ran her thumb against the babyâs chubby cheek.
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âAre you an Erin? Jasper? Kali? Luna?â you listed off baby names as you did skin-to-skin after the babyâs afternoon feeding. You were finally done with visitors for the day, and youâd turned your phone off to avoid dealing with Carmy. Youâd inevitably have to talk to him at one point, but having at least one more day of peace was a priority right now. You didnât know where he was or what he was doing, but it was a safe assumption that he was probably working himself to the bone at The Bear. The Bear⌠Bear⌠âWolf.â the name came to you. âWolf Berzatto⌠Daddy goes by Bear. We were calling cub while I was pregnant⌠you donât call baby wolves cubs, but I like it. You do need a middle name, though. I know Daddy liked the name Bonnie.â you rattled off before leaning over to kiss the babyâs hat-covered head.Â
âWhat if you hate the name Wolf? I mean, you could go by your middle name or a nickname⌠Daddyâs name is Carmen, but he goes by Carmy. Okay, Wolf Bonnie Berzatto. I like it, and if Daddy doesnât, he can suck my dick. Am I swearing too much around you? I feel like I am.â you laughed, âOkay⌠also, youâre only getting your Daddyâs last name because I changed my last name when I married him.âÂ
âWolf⌠thatâs quite a name,â Natalie awkwardly complimented, trying not to pass too much judgment on her niece. She can go by Bonnie if she hates it.â You defended your name choice for the hundredth time in the short eight hours since announcing her name to your family group chat. Turning your phone back on had been anxiety-inducing. Carmy had left you hundreds of texts and voicemails begging to be allowed in the hospital room and apologizing for anything and everything he could think of. It was endearing, but you were still pissed off.Â
âDoes Carmy know about the name choice?â Natalie carefully prodded as she watched you shove stuff into your bag. You shook your head, âI havenât talked to him yet.âÂ
Natalie knew you hadnât talked to him and knew about you barring him from the hospital. He came back to the restaurant. Natalie had seen Carmy upset in the past, but this was a different kind of upset. He went off on Richie about the âno phone policyâ heâd enforced on all staff. Carmy was never a fighter, but Marcus and Sweeps had to hold him back after Carmy had punched Richie in the side of the head. Richie, visibly disorientated, screamed a âwhat the fuckâ alerting the kitchen staff of the fight going on in the thankfully empty front of house. It took a while for Carmy to calm down enough to tell anyone what had happened. Richie apologized but said Carmy missed the birth, which wasnât his fault. It was Carmyâs fault. Richie went off about Carmy knowing your due date and how he shouldâve planned better and asked for an exception to the rule.Â
Natalie sighed, remembering how that comment had riled Carmy up again. She drove him home while he called you repeatedly, getting progressively more upset each time his call went to voicemail. âShe canât do this to me, Sugar- I know I fucked up, but-but she canât-â Carmy stopped midsentence and began rocking himself forward and backward in his seat. âCarmy, wh-wh-what can I do? How can I help you?â Natalie begged as she parked in the driveway of the house you two owned. âDo you have a fuckinâ time machine so I can go back and not miss the birth of my fuckinâ daughter!â he screamed, making Natalie freeze in her seat.
Natalie stayed with Carmy the entire time you were in the hospital. He was a mess. He flipped between extreme rage and full-blown panic. He ranted about how you were going to leave him and prevent him from seeing his daughter. He cried so hard he threw up multiple times. He wasnât sleeping. He wasnât eating. Natalie had never seen her brother like this before and was at a loss for what to do.Â
When you called her to come pick you and the baby up from the hospital, she didnât know what to say. Youâd asked her not to tell or bring Carmy, which she understood, but it still conflicted her. You hadnât filled her in on Carmyâs minimal involvement with your pregnancy the past weeks, but Natalie could put two and two together. After enlisting the help of Syd and Richie, Natalie felt as if she could leave Carmy and come pick you up.Â
âAre you okay, Nat?â you questioned as you strapped Wolf into her car seat. Itâs nothinâ. I just feel really guilty that Iâm meeting my niece before Carmy had the chance toâŚâ Natalie explained as she crossed her arms over her stomach. You knew Natalie had a point. You felt that same guilt. You wanted nothing more than to cuddle with your husband and daughter.Â
You sighed, âWell, I guess I have to talk to Carmy at one point, so letâs go.â
Part 4
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Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog...
October is about a month and a half away, and so it is now time to reveal this year's Sonictober list!
As always, we shall start on October 1st, and the challenge will last all month. You can prepare in advance if you'd like. Art and fic are both encouraged! Just remember to have fun!
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Typed out prompt list under the cut
Stasis
Bittersweet
Chimera
Chaos Emerald
Artificial
Honesty
Fearless
TruckÂ
Loss
Soft
Space
Guilt
Weapon
SynchronizedÂ
Perfect
Secret
Doom
Camelot
The ARK
Past
Resurrection
Limit
FamilyÂ
Tempo
Memory
Claws
Revolutionary
Protect
ShadowÂ
Sentimental
Acceptance
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Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #10
March 15-22 2024
The EPA announced new emission standards with the goal of having more than half of new cars and light trucks sold in the US be low/zero emission by 2032. One of the most significant climate regulations in the nationâs history, it'll eliminate 7 billion tons of CO2 emissions over the next 30 years. It's part of President Biden's goal to cut greenhouse gas emissions in half by 2030 on the road to eliminating them totally by 2050.
President Biden canceled nearly 6 Billion dollars in student loan debt. 78,000 borrowers who work in public sector jobs, teachers, nurses, social workers, firefighters etc will have their debt totally forgiven. An additional 380,000 public service workers will be informed that they qualify to have their loans forgiven over the next 2 years. The Biden Administration has now forgiven $143.6 Billion in student loan debt for 4 million Americans since the Supreme Court struck down the original student loan forgiveness plan last year.
Under Pressure from the administration and Democrats in Congress Drugmaker AstraZeneca caps the price of its inhalers at $35. AstraZeneca joins rival Boehringer Ingelheim in capping the price of inhalers at $35, the price the Biden Admin capped the price of insulin for seniors. The move comes as the Federal Trade Commission challenges AstraZenecaâs patents, and Senator Bernie Sanders in his role as Democratic chair of the Senate Health Committee investigates drug pricing.
The Department of Justice sued Apple for being an illegal monopoly in smartphones. The DoJ is joined by 16 state attorneys general. The DoJ accuses Apple of illegally stifling competition with how its apps work and seeking to undermining technologies that compete with its own apps.
The EPA passed a rule banning the final type of asbestos still used in the United States. The banning of chrysotile asbestos (known as white asbestos) marks the first time since 1989 the EPA taken action on asbestos, when it passed a partial ban. 40,000 deaths a year in the US are linked to asbestos
President Biden announced $8.5 billion to help build advanced computer chips in America. Currently America only manufactures 10% of the world's chips and none of the most advanced next generation of chips. The deal with Intel will open 4 factories across 4 states (Arizona, Ohio, New Mexico, and Oregon) and create 30,000 new jobs. The Administration hopes that by 2030 America will make 20% of the world's leading-edge chips.
President Biden signed an Executive Order prioritizing research into women's health. The order will direct $200 million into women's health across the government including comprehensive studies of menopause health by the Department of Defense and new outreach by the Indian Health Service to better meet the needs of American Indian and Alaska Native Women. This comes on top of $100 million secured by First Lady Jill Biden from ARPA-H.
Democratic Senators Bob Casey, Tammy Baldwin, Sherrod Brown, and Jacky Rosen (all up for re-election) along with Elizabeth Warren, Cory Booker, and Sheldon Whitehouse, introduced the "Shrinkflation Prevention Act" The Bill seeks to stop the practice of companies charging the same amount for products that have been subtly shrunk so consumers pay more for less.
The Department of Transportation will invest $45 million in projects that improve Bicyclist and Pedestrian Connectivity and Safety
The EPA will spend $77 Million to put 180 electric school buses onto the streets of New York City This is part of New York's goal to transition its whole school bus fleet to electric by 2035.
The Senate confirmed President Biden's nomination of Nicole Berner to the Court of Appeals for the Fourth Circuit. Berner has served as the general counsel for America's largest union, SEIU, since 2017 and worked in their legal department since 2006. On behalf of SEIU she's worked on cases supporting the Affordable Care Act, DACA, and against the Defense of Marriage act and was part of the Fight for 15. Before working at SEIU she was a staff attorney at Planned Parenthood. Berner's name was listed by the liberal group Demand Justice as someone they'd like to see on the Supreme Court. Berner becomes one of just 5 LGBT federal appeals court judges, 3 appointed by Biden. The Senate also confirmed Edward Kiel and Eumi Lee to be district judges in New Jersey and Northern California respectively, bring the number of federal judges appointed by Biden to 188.
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Take A Break
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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)
Fandom: Twisters
Summary: As part of Kate's original crew of tornado-tamers, you're as much of a workaholic as she is. Thankfully, Javi's around to help pull his girlfriend out of her notes when she really needs a break.
Word Count: 1,123
Category: Fluff, Humor, kind of angst just because of what happens to the original crew, but you can easily pretend that doesn't happen in the timeline of this fic :)
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Hey, enough work for tonight. Come join the party with the rest of us."
I smiled to myself as I made a few last notes off the computer screen. I knew Jeb was mostly talking to Kate, but I also knew that if I stayed here and tried to keep working after he managed to get Kate to take a break, my boyfriend wouldn't be far behind to literally drag me away from my notes.
I scribbled down a few last things as Jeb herded Kate away to the campfire, then started the process of shutting down my computer. Just as the last program finished closing, two arms wrapped tightly around my waist and picked me up, pulling me away from my work at the back of the truck.
"Javi!" I squealed, laughing as he slung me over one shoulder and started heading for the campfire.
"Yeah babe?"
"I was about to head over!"
"Oh yeah, I've heard that one before. Sorry, I know you too well. I know how fast another minute can turn into another hour. I care about this project as much as you do, but you need to take a break."
I sighed, rolling my eyes even though Javi couldn't see me. Even so, I couldn't totally hold back a smile.
"You know, Jeb just came and threw an arm around Kate."
"That's because Jeb lacks commitment," Javi responded as we neared the fire with the rest of our friends. He made sure to speak loudly enough that Jeb could hear him, too. "And because Kate's easier to convince than you are."
I scoffed, but the impact was lessened as Javi flopped into one of the chairs around the fire, pulling me around to sit in his lap in one smooth move. I shook my head and grinned up at him once we landed.
"You don't want your own chair?"
"My girl's had her head in her work, completely ignoring me for hours. No, I don't want my own chair."
I laughed, snuggling in closer to Javi and resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around me, and I smiled to see the rest of our friends settled comfortably around the fire, too.
"Glad you could finally join us!" called Praveen, Addy grinning beside him. I grinned right back.
"Don't act like I'm the only workaholic in this group," I said, fake-scowling as I curled closer into Javi's side. "You're all just as bad as I am. That's why we're friends."
"Alright, I resent the implicaiton that I don't know how to have a healthy work-life balance," said Javi, drawling his words a little as he held up his hands on either side of me to help illustrate his point. "I know how to have fun and how to work my ass off with Dorothy."
I twisted in Javi's lap to look up at him with a frown.
"Is it a healthy work-life balance to go way too hard on work and fun?"
He just looked down at me with a grin, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling back with the same roguish smile.
"Hell yeah it is."
I just laughed and shook my head, leaning back on his shoulder as he tigthened his arms around me.
"Alright, whatever you say. I guess that's what college is for anyway, even if it's grad school."
"We're making memories. We have to have something to say when we're being interviewed for our incredible scientific breakthrough. Some good memories for the memoir."
"He's right," Jeb chimed in, leaning back and stretching his arm out across Kate's chair. "Most people won't want to hear that we spent every hour of every day in the lab. They want to know the people behind the science."
"I don't think any of the journals we want to publish in are going to care about who we are outside of the lab," Kate countered, flopping back against Jeb. "Or the people reading our grant proposals."
"Still works for the long-term headlines," Addy chimed in. "'Brilliant scientists tame the tornado, protecting the home where they spent countless nights together'."
"I think that's a little long," mused Kate.
"It makes it sound like we were all sleeping with each other or something," I added.
"Yeah, that's just the two sets of lovebirds over there," Praveen added.
Kate and Jeb smiled, Kate tucking her head into Jeb's shoulder, and I shot Praveen a wink before leaning up to give Javi a quick kiss. Praveen and Addy liked to make a big show of covering their eyes and shouting at any sign of PDA, but we knew it was all in good fun. They loved the four of us, both separately and as couples, even if they'd both developed strong ten minute comedy sets on the fact that they weren't dating each other or anyone else in our little group.
"Alright, enough of this," Kate said, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow. "I came over here with the promise of s'mores. So where are they?"
"Javi packed them," said Jeb, nodding in our direction. Javi shifted under me, settling further into the chair and wrapping his arms a little tighter around me.
"They're in the back of the van, but somebody else is gonna have to get them. I'm settled in here, and if I don't keep an eye on this one, she might just run right back to her computers."
Most of our friends rolled their eyes, but even so, Addy stood up.
"Lucky for both of you, I want s'mores enough that I'm willing to get up and take one for the team."
"Thank you, Addy," we chorused. She just waved us off with a smile. I waited until she passed Javi and I and got all the way to the truck, then leaned up to whisper in my boyfriend's ear.
"You absolutely know I wouldn't choose computers over s'mores. Probably ever."
"Of course I know," Javi said, leaning down to whisper in my ear with a smile, nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder. "But I'm enjoying sitting with you like this. We're too comfortable to be getting up for s'mores when we have friends that'll take care of that for us."
I laughed, nodding and resting my forehead against his.
"You're right. Genius decision."
"I know."
We shared a smile, one of Javi's hands gently squeezing my thigh as I leaned in to give him another quick kiss. Sitting by the fire with him, surrounded by all our friends, was my absolute favorite happy place. It made all the work and risk and long nights spent huddled over calculations and theories worth it, to be able to do it with Javi and the rest of our crew.
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A rundown of pithy pending Letterboxd reviews I have for Challengers (2024) d. Luca Guadanino
This is the "I Don't Dance" sequence from High School Musical 2 on crack cocaine
Is this what Lorde was talking about when she said "let's go down to the tennis court so we can talk it out like yeah"?
On all levels except physical, those people were having SEX on that tennis court
In my sophomore year of college, the professor of my Dada and Surrealism class insisted that anything, (in this case, a truck,) could be interpreted as a phallus if you try hard enough. Using this perspective has made watching movies 1000000x times more enjoyable. Case and point: that churro scene.
Checkov's "I fucked your wife" ball to racket move my beloved
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Navigating Challenges and Seizing Opportunities in 2025
The trucking industry is navigating some rough terrain right now. Flat freight movement demand, dropping rates, and low load-to-truck ratios have made things challenging for carriers, brokers, and owner-operators alike. Itâs a tough environment to work in, no doubt about it, but challenges like these also bring opportunities for those who can adapt and pivot. Letâs take a closer look at whatâsâŚ
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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
September 10, 2024
Heather Cox Richardson
Sep 11, 2024
Former president Trump has always approached debates as professional wrestling events in which the key is not to explain policies or answer questions, but rather to demonstrate dominance over your opponent. In 2016 the Democratic nominee, former secretary of state Hillary Clinton, had a hard time countering this strategy effectively because of the many expectations of what was appropriate behavior for a female presidential candidate. In 2020 and then again in the June 2024 âdebate,â Democratic candidate Joe Bidenâs stutter made it difficult to counter Trumpâs scattershot attacks.
The question for Democratic presidential nominee Vice President Kamala Harris in tonightâs presidential debate was not how to answer policy questions, but how to counter Trumpâs dominance displays while also appealing to the American people. Â
She and her team figured it out, and today they played the former president brilliantly. He took the bait, and tonight he self-destructed. In a live debate, on national television.Â
The Harris campaign began the day trolling Trump with a new campaign ad featuring the pieces of former president Barack Obamaâs speech at the August Democratic National Convention that concerned Trump. âHereâs a 78-year-old billionaireââthe ad cuts to a photo of Trump in a golf cartââwho has not stopped whining about his problems.â Then a clip of Trump shows him complaining about Harrisâs crowds, before Obama notes Trumpâs âweird obsession with crowd sizes,â complete with Obamaâs hand motion suggesting Trumpâs sizes were small. âIt just goes on, and on, and on,â Obama says, before the ad shows empty seats and people yawning at Trumpâs rallies.
âAmericaâs ready for a new chapter,â Obama says to the overflow crowd cheering at Chicagoâs United Center during the Democratic National Convention. âWe are ready for a President Kamala Harris!â At the end, even Harrisâs standard statement, âIâm Kamala Harris and I approved this message,â sounds like a challenge.
This morning, the Harris campaign began running the ad on the Fox News Channel.Â
At the same time, they began running Philadelphia-themed ads across the city on billboards, in the Philadelphia Inquirer, and on food trucks and taxi cabs, sidewalk art, and digital projections making fun of Trumpâs fascination with crowd sizes. They showed, for example, a full-sized Philadelphia pretzel labeled âHarrisâ alongside a piece of one that looked like an upside down U labeled âTrump.â
The taunting might have been behind Trumpâs demand for loyalty from Republican lawmakers this afternoon, telling them to shut down the government if he doesnât get his way on the inclusion of a voter suppression measure in the bill to fund the government. The right has often relied on threats of government shutdowns to try to get their way, but such shutdowns are never popular, and even moderate Republicans are leery of launching one just before an election.
Nonetheless, Trump tried to lock them into such a shutdown, reiterating in a post this afternoon the lie that undocumented immigrants are voting in presidential elections. âIf Republicans in the House, and Senate, donât get absolute assurances on Election Security, THEY SHOULD, IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, GO FORWARD WITH A CONTINUING RESOLUTION ON THE BUDGET. THE DEMOCRATS ARE TRYING TO âSTUFFâ VOTER REGISTRATIONS WITH ILLEGAL ALIENS. DONâT LET IT HAPPENâCLOSE IT DOWN.âÂ
Throughout the day, the Harris campaign placed posts on social media showing Harris looking crisp and presidential and Trump looking old and unkempt. And then, for ten minutes in the hour before the debate, the Harris campaign held a drone show over the Philadelphia Museum of Art showing campaign slogans and then turning the words âMADAM VICE PRESIDENTâ into âMADAM PRESIDENT.âÂ
Hugo Lowell of The Guardian reported today that Trumpâs advisors were concerned ahead of the debate about whether they would get âhappy Trumpâ or âangry Trump,â worrying that a frustrated Trump would engage in the vicious personal attacks that turn voters off. They expressed relief that having the microphones muted when it was not a candidateâs turn to speak would prevent Harris from irritating him with fact checks and snark of her own. Conservative lawyer George Conway noted that it was â[i]nteresting how one campaign is extremely concerned about the emotional stability of its candidate, and how the other is not.â
Harrisâs attacks on Trump, including her campaignâs subtle digs at his masculinity, appeared to have accomplished what they set out to. When the two came out on stage, he went straight to his podium, while she strode across the stage, moved into his space, held out her hand, introduced herself and wished him well: âKamala Harris. Have a good debate.â He muttered in response, âNice to see you.â Then she took her own spot at the podium. When the debate opened, it was clear that Harris was the dominant figure and that her opponent was âangry Trump.â He would not look at her during the debate.
In her first answer, Harris tried to set out both her own story as a child of the middle class and how she intended to build an opportunity economy for others, lowering food and housing costs and opening the way for more small businesses. It was a lot, quickly, and she looked a little nervous.
Then Trump spoke and it was clear he was going off the rails. His first comment was to suggest Harris was lying, and then to insist that his proposed tariffs will solve everything, although he has the way tariffs work entirely backward: they are paid by the consumer, not by foreign countries. As he followed with a long list of his rally lies, Harris started to smile. Â
From then on, he continued to produce rally stories full of wild exaggerations and attack Harris with lies in what CNN fact-checker Daniel Dale called âa staggeringly dishonest debate performance from former president Trump.â "No major presidential candidate before Donald Trump has ever lied with this kind of frequency,â Dale said. âA remarkably large chunk of what he said tonight was just not true. This wasn't little exaggerations, political spin. A lot of his false claims were untethered to reality." As Harris spoke directly to the American people, growing stronger and stronger, Trump got wilder and angrier and told more and more crazy stories.Â
And then, about ten minutes into the debate, Harris baited him. She invited the American people to go to one of his rallies, where âhe talks about fictional characters like Hannibal Lecter, he will talk about âwindmills cause cancer.â And what you will also notice is that people start leaving his rallies early out of exhaustion and boredom.âÂ
Trump lost it. He defended his rallies, said Harris couldnât get anyone to attend hers and has to bus in attendees (in reality, her rallies are packed and he is the one who reportedly hires attendees), and then, in his fury, repeated the lie about immigrants eating pets. When a moderator fact-checked that story, he fought back, saying he heard it on television.
And from then on, Harris kept baiting him while explaining her own policies directly to the camera, and he took the bait every single time. He ran down every rabbit hole and appeared unable to finish a thought. Notably, he refused to say he would not sign a national abortion ban and admitted that after nine years of promising one, he had no health care plan (he has, he said, âconcepts of a plan,â and if they pan out, heâll let us know in the ânot too distant futureâ).Â
He threatened World War III and repeated that the U.S. is âa failing nation.â He told a long story about threatening âAbdul,â the leader of the Taliban; in fact, the leader of the Taliban since 2016 is Mullah Hibatullah Akhundzada. In response to Harrisâs statement that foreign leaders thought he was a disgrace, Trump answered that Hungarian prime minister Viktor OrbĂĄn, who destroyed his countryâs democracy and replaced it with a dictatorship, says heâs a good leader. New York Times columnist David French wrote: âIt's like she's debating MAGA Twitter come to life.â
The debate moderators, David Muir and Linsey Davis of ABC, asked solid questions and corrected the most egregious of Trumpâs lies. But as he continued to interrupt and yell at Harris, they increasingly gave him leeway to do so. This meant he spoke more often and for more time than Harris; MSNBCâs Stephanie Ruhle reported that he spoke 39 times for a total of 41.9 minutes, to her 23 times for a total of 37.1 minutes. But the extra time did him no favors.
By the end of the evening, Harris had delivered a clear message about her hopes to move the country forward beyond years of using race to divide people who have far more in common than they have differences. She promised to develop an economy that will build small businesses and support a growing middle class, while protecting rights, including the right to make reproductive decisions without the intrusion of the state. And she showed the nation that Trump can be baited, that he lies freely and incoherently, andâperhaps cruciallyâthat he is no longer the dominant politician in America. Â
Immediately after the debate, the Harris campaign continued their demonstration of dominance. Harris-Walz campaign chair Jen OâMalley Dillon released a statement recapping Harrisâs strength and Trumpâs angry incoherence. She concluded: âVice President Harris is ready for a second debate. Is Donald Trump?â
Then things got even worse for Trump.Â
Music phenomenon Taylor Swift endorsed Harris, telling her 283 million Instagram followers that she felt she had to because of Trumpâs earlier reposting of an AI image of her seeming to endorse him. That, she said, âbrought me to the conclusion that I need to be very transparent about my actual plans for this election as a voter. The simplest way to combat misinformation is with the truth. I will be casting my vote for Kamala Harris and Tim Walz in the 2024 Presidential Election.â
After explaining why she was supporting Harris and Walz and urging her fans to do their own research, Swift signed off: âTaylor Swift, Childless Cat Lady.â
LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
HEATHER COX RICHARDSON
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the arcana characters and their favorite ways to spend time with you! âĄ
featuring: the romanceable cast of the arcana minus lucio x gn!reader.
summary: the cast and their favorite ways to spend time with you!! <3
warnings: brief death mention in portia's part. nothing else! <3
a/n: WOWIEEE HAIII EVERYONE!! i just wanted to say thank you again to everyone who loved on my last post. it was really scary for me to make that, but i did it and all of the interaction means the complete world!!!! i know that this is a very different fandom than the last post so i don't know how many people will see this but to any readers, i hope that you enjoy this!!! i worked super hard and got a bit tired towards the end so i hope you can forgive me if it isn't as detailed eyfvibu i wanted to do more but mannnn i am so tired. i didn't write lucio, as i will not be writing any lucio content on my page at all. mentions of him for story reasons and maybe if i ever write a fanfic, he'll probably show up but other than that, i will not be making any content of him at all. i am a proud lucio hater so if you want lucio content please go somewhere else. i just finished asra's route today, i got the upright ending and AAAAAAAAAA?????? I LOVE THEM SMMM SYFVIUBIOE!!!! asra is literally such a cutie patootie and i am so in love with him. i cannot deal with it. i have done muriel and julian's routes too, both with the result of the upright ending, and i plan to do nadia's next!!!! very excited and nervous to see what happens. nadia and portia may be a bit ooc, so apologies for that. i have yet to do their routes so i have yet to see their characters in action. very mildly proofread, so please forgive any errors. character banners were edited together by me! any and all requests/ideas for my next post are appreciated! i don't think i have anything else to mention so enjoy!!!!!!
divider credit: @isisjupiter
date started: 7:46PM, april 11th, 2024. date finished: 2:07AM, april 22nd, 2024.
wc: 3.9k
asra ⥠traveling.
i really struggled to find something for asra that suited, because they would honestly enjoy doing anything with you. it doesn't matter where you are or what time of day it is, as long as he has you by his side, then he's happy. and that is super evident in their route. and having just finished asra's route, i have been thinking; we all know that asra does a lot of traveling. and we all know that during those times, asra misses you terribly. they don't like being away from you for a long time, and as we go through asra's route, having all of these adventures and seeing so many new and cool places, we can see just how happy asra is to have you at their side. the joy shines through the screen, and i can feel just how happy he is to have you with him wherever you are. ergo, their favorite thing to do with you is to travel.
when the two of you started to travel together, asra was a bit nervous. he didn't know what to expect when you agreed to travel together without a destination in mind, and he was worried that somehow, some way, something would happen to you. what if you got kidnapped? what if you got hurt? what if you got sick? all sorts of thoughts were running through asra's head, but the more that they watched you grow and allowed you to take chances, the more that they realized that you would be okay. yes, any of those things could happen, but he is right there if you need him. they know that they will always be by your side to help you through any challenge, and care for you however you need it.
however, as the travels go on, he is reminded everyday that you are a strong, capable individual. they knew that before, of course, but seeing you solve all of the riddles and puzzles put in front of you, helping so many people and growing so much made it hit them like a truck. he was always too afraid to allow you to take chances before, in fear that you would get hurt. but they learned that if you didn't take chances, that you wouldn't grow. and the last thing that he wants is to stop you from being the best version of you that you can be.
so, they let you off of the leash. and just like a bird taking flight, you soared and took everything that came at you by storm. he watched you as you became braver, smarter, kinder and stronger. they always expected for you to be great, and they always had faith in you. he just needed to learn that in order to achieve that greatness, that he needed to let you do some things on your own. they needed to let you make your own mistakes and win your own battles, so that you could learn. and it was one of the best decisions that he's ever made. watching you become more independent and confident within yourself is one of the best feelings that they could ever be blessed to have. he feels so grateful that he is the person that you choose every single day, and no matter what, he will always choose you.
julian ⥠dancing.
at heart, julian is a romantic. almost every cliche romantic thing that you can think of, you have done with julian. picnics. karaoke, aquariums, painting classes, shopping, craft nights, not to mention all of the crazy adventures that you guys would get into together. every day, he wants to remind you why you fell for him, and in his opinion, keeping things lively is the best way to do that! above all, though, julian's favorite thing to do with you is to dance. he knew that you were a prodigy at dancing after the masquerade, but one night changes everything.
the two of you had actually taken dancing classes before this. you were actually the one who suggested it, and after teasingly accusing you of thinking that the two of you are horrible dancers, he agreed. he honestly didn't think that he could be more in love with you after that. you two went to the class, and julian could hardly ever tear his eyes off of you. the way that you moved was so naturally graceful, as if you had been a dancer your whole life. he most definitely showered you in attention and love after the class was over, and he knew that he had to arrange for the two of you to dance together more often.
oh but that night was not the night that he realized that this was his favorite thing to do with you, no no no no no. the night that he realized that dancing was his favorite activity to do with you was a night like many others; dinner at portia's. it was you, julian, portia and nadia, and you all decided to eat outside so that you could watch the stars. portia went into the cottage to check on the food, with nadia following close behind her, and julian figured that it was the perfect time to steal a sweet moment with you. so, he stood from his seat and knelt to one knee before you. with one hand on his chest and the other extended to you, he asked, "will you have this dance with me, my dear?"
you giggled and told him that there wasn't any music playing. what could you possibly dance to? oh how sweet you are. a chuckle symphonized from his chest, and he responded with, "oh my dear, we do have music." a gloved hand took yours and placed it over his heart, "right here." oh my gods, this absolute cheeseball. you playfully shoved his chest, moving backwards under the force but not falling onto his butt. he swiftly leans forward and takes the hand that shoved him, pulling you to your feet as he stood. one pair of hands intertwined while the others lay on your waist on his shoulder. you two started to sway together, as if you were in the masquerade. yes, you did technically dance at the masquerade, but julian wanted a more intimate experience. you didn't get to have a romantic ballroom dance thanks to the one we do not speak, and julian finds that absolutely outrageous!
your bodies glide beautifully amongst the grass and bushes, you take turns spinning each other around and laughing throughout. fireflies spring from the greenery wherever you set your feet, giving your figures a tender glow that julian found absolutely enchanting on you. after spinning through almost all of portia's front lawn, you find yourselves right back at group sitting spot. his arms have encircled your waist, keeping you close to him as your arms encircle his neck carefully. there are no long strides in this dance, no dramatic flair; just you and him rocking back and forth. his eyes stare into yours and his lips are curved into an adoring smile, as if by looking into your eyes, he could pour all of his love from him to you just through eye contact.
you mutter his name, he mutters yours, you lean in, and..portia pipes up. both her and nadia hold two bowls of soup, hot and ready. portia is mischievously smirking at the two of you while nadia admires your connection. julian tries to usher them away so that he can have more alone time with you, but you're quick to shut him down. begrudgingly, julian did, but all he could think about for the rest of the night was how beautiful you were dancing with him. your laughter singing into the air, the smile on your face, your gaze carving through the very core of his being. somehow, he was able to stay focused on the conversations that occurred that evening, but everyone, including you, could tell that he was going to be hung up on tonight for the next several weeks. when you got home, he was sure to steal a kiss from you later, and another dance.
nadia ⥠fashion shows.
ah, our beloved countess. at first, i planned on giving her shopping, seeing as her love language is gift giving, she would love to spoil the crap out of you with anything that you even glanced out. however, i wasn't happy with that idea. my boyfriend was actually the one who came up with the idea of fashion shows (hi vinny honey, i love you <3). he is such a freaking genius for this one bc OH MY GOSH YES. nadia has such beautiful taste in clothing, so she would absolutely love to host little fashion shows with you. she does like to share her clothes with her friends, but with you, it's special.
the original thought was you trying on nadia's clothes, and nadia trying on your clothes. nadia would feel like she is falling in love with you all over again if you tried on her clothes. all of the fabric would embrace you in such a perfect way, accentuating all of the things that she loves the most about you. gosh she would just be so head over heels,, she would clap every time you would walk out to show her what you chose, or what she selected for you because she just wanted to see you in it so bad. this woman is literally your number one supporter, she thinks that you are absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in everything that you choose to try on and cannot get enough of you in her clothes. she will shower you in compliments and praise of just how celestial you look, and it makes you super duper flustered because she just flatters you so much.
she also gets really shy when she tries on your clothes. all of her life, she has had the most expensive, well-made, stunning clothes that anyone could ever dream of. so, trying on clothes that do not fit under those categories is new to her. while she isn't used to not wearing the most lavish clothes to be found, she likes your sense of style and is always excited when you ask her to try on an ensemble of yours. what she worries about is what you think. she frets that you think it won't look good on her, if that isn't the farthest thing from the truth. when she walks out to you, you are in absolute awe of how beautiful she is. you already think that she can't get any prettier when she wears other outfits, but now this???? her in your clothes???? oh lord almighty you must be SAVED bc this woman has swept you off of your feet. she asks you what you think, and all you can do is walk up to her and smooch the ever-loving life out of her. you just love each other so much!!!!!
BUT WAIT, I'M NOT DONE. I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS.
when your group of friends have sleepovers at the palace, or when you all go out shopping together, it is unavoidable that you all will be having a fashion show where you all show off the clothes that you bought. nadia loves these so much because she gets to watch her friends all enjoy themselves and feel confident in their clothes, especially if she was the one who bought them. but with you, they just feel so different. to her, it is an intimate experience of being able to share your joy with one another. something that you value in your relationship with nadia is self-esteem, both yours and hers. not only do you both want to make each other feel good. but you also want to feel good within yourself. and nadia thinks that fashion shows are an important part of that. clothes are part of how one may express themselves and their identity, and that is something that nadia treasures. so, if showing off the clothes that you got is going to make you feel good about yourself, then she wants to be there to watch you. there is nothing more important to her than your happiness, and if going through outfit by outfit is what will make you happy, then so be it.
admittedly, she..also really likes to show you the new clothes she gets. when you first started dating, she was a bit nervous about it. she knew that you knew of her riches and lifestyle; it was lavish, and she only got the best of the best. she's the countess for crying out loud, so of course you knew that she was going to have everything that she wanted at her feet, even if it meant something that took literal years to find. but there was part of her that worried that you would see her money and think differently of her. she feared that you would judge her person based on her money, instead of the woman you fell in love with. when she told you this, you automatically reassured her that you wouldn't think differently of her at all. you would love her regardless of the amount of money she has, you told her. and this put her heart at ease, so she progressively became more comfortable showing off her wardrobe when you hosted your shows to each other. now, she doesn't hesitate to declare a fashion show after a shopping spree so that she can show you the lovely things that she got for herself. and every single time that you have one, you cannot believe that that is your girlfriend. you are just the luckiest person in the whole world to have someone like her, and she feels infinitely more lucky to have you.
portia ⥠watching the sunset.
this kind of feels like a given to me. portia is always talking about how she wants to sail the world and explore, both in the actual routes and in heart hunter. so sitting on the docks with you, watching the sun disappear behind the sea and talking about your dreams??? oh heck yes, count her in. she is really tired when she isn't working, so usually she spends her time trying to rest up and take care of things around her cottage. however, she wants to spend all of the time that she can with you. so, the two of you go on all sorts of lovely dates! shopping in the marketplace, teaching her about new herbs in the shop, seeing the new shows in the theater and heckling julian, all sorts of stuff!!!!! but portia's all time favorite part of your days together is when you go to the docks, take off your shoes, sit on the edge and talk while watching the sunset together.
portia has so many dreams, and so many things that she wants to do in her life. and she loves to tell you about all of them. she spends hours just ranting to you about all of the things that she wants to do, the places that she wants to see, the types of adventures that she wants to go on, and of course they all include you being there with her. oh gods you love listening to her,, every single word that she speaks are words that you carve into the stones of your memories. listening to her talk about her dreams is like watching the sun shine. greenery smiles under the glorious warmth and embraces her glimmer gratefully, her passion burns brightly and she is the most beautiful being in any realm to ever exist. she has no time to wonder if she's talking too much because she is far too focused on being with you, and loving every single moment of it. you truly hope that you are able to go on all of the adventures that she wants, so that you can experience every ounce of the world with her, until it all falls apart.
of course, she loves to listen to you. the time that you two spend at the docks is time to talk about anything that comes to mind, and she cannot help but adore you as you pour your heart out to her. when you speak of all of the things that you want to do before your time in this realm comes to a close, she watches and listens very intently. your voice to her is like a river, running smoothly through the canals of her mind and soothing the battering howl of her heart. her eyes twinkle with adoration as her elbow rests on her knee, her face leaning against her hand as she stares at you. everything that you tell her only makes her more excited for your future, because in your future, you include her. and that is all that she could ever truly want. you both truly love to listen to each other talk, not even just about your dreams, but about anything. even if it's something as small as dinner options or something that you saw at the market that you liked, you both love to hear anything and everything from each other. can you tell that the two of you are head over heels in love??
the first time that you sat at the docks together was a magical moment that portia will never forget. you two had just spent an amazing day together, and you wanted to rest by somewhere pretty before heading back home. so, portia suggested the docks to watch the sunset. you agreed, then took your shoes off and sat down. you conversed for hours, laughing and teasing each other. it is so obvious that you both are the other's favorite person to be around to everyone around you, you are both so comfortable with each other in the purest, most loving way. portia had taken her hair down, long curly locks of red flowing carefully down her back. as the sun caressed the ocean for a farewell kiss, the light made her look like she was a celestial being. freckled, pale skin bathes in orange, your own skin making you look just as radiant as she. you locked eyes with her, and all you could think about is just how much you love her. and her you, for she thought in that moment, that you were the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. she thinks that all of the time, but everything about that time was too perfect. your hands cupped her cheek, and her hands held your arms as you exchanged a beautifully passionate kiss. all of her love dumped into it as did yours, and it is something that portia will always remember. you two go to the docks a lot more to watch the sunset, and exchange plenty more kisses worth treasuring for the rest of your lives.
muriel ⥠nature walks.
OHHHHHH MURIEL!!! MY SHMOOPY POOPY DOOPY BEAR!! i love this man with all of my heart,, no one understands my love for him syufigubine. i didn't even have to think about this one, because i KNEW for a fact this our sweet boy would absolutely LOVE to go on nature walks with you. he isn't much of a people-person, so he doesn't really like going anywhere that crowds gather. which, in vesuvia, is a pretty hard thing to do, considering the fact that people are almost always out, doing something. so muriel doesn't like going anywhere where people are. the time that he spends with you is meant for you and you alone, not to be spent around a crap ton of strangers that push and shove and cram him into tight spaces. so anytime alone with you is time that he greatly cherishes. you had been wanting to find an activity that both you and muriel love doing that wouldn't make muriel anxious or uncomfortable, so you came up with the idea of nature walks.
when you brought it up to muriel, he accepted it right away. he would get to be around nature and spend time with you? that's all he ever really needs, honestly. he has been through the forest time and time again, he knows every crevice of it like the lines on his palms, yet when you went on your first nature walk together, everything about the forest seemed to change. the colors were brighter, the plants smelt richer, heck even the animals were out and about more when you two went out together. he didn't understand why, but it felt so much better being in the forest with you. you walked along and let the path take you wherever fate demanded. the sun peered through the leaves of the trees to allow life to breathe underneath it, the warmth of the day wrapping around you both like a blanket. he's gotten used to this forest after living in it for so many years, but with you, it felt like the most fascinating place to be.
he was a little worried because he figured that you would want to go out. not just to the forest, but to somewhere like the marketplace, the town square or even the rowdy raven. when he expressed his concerns, you reassured him that you didn't need to go out and do something. all you need is to be with him, and if this is the way that he is most comfortable spending time together, then so be it. you could walk all day, all night, for the rest of your lives in this forest together, as long as it meant that he was comfortable and happy. he smiled and thanked you for your reassurance, giving you a little kiss on the cheek before taking your hand and continuing your journey.
from that point forward, nature walks became a very regular part of your routine with muriel. it always starts with "wanna go on a walk?", and from that point forward, who knows what could happen. you two have found a lot of new things in that forest together. you've found lots of pretty flowers, greenery, rocks and animals that you didn't see before, new spots to relax in and even found little burrows and nests a couple of times!!! it's like a little adventure that isn't too far away from home, and muriel is more than happy to go on a walk at any time. it's almost always something new when the two of you go out together, and he thinks that that's what makes you so lovely. on most days, on his own, he wouldn't think twice about any of the things that you do. so, when you stop him to look at a pattern on a rock, or to admire a dandelion that you call a flower even though it's a weed, he takes his time to admire it with you, and he can't stop that sweet smile from curling onto his lips. seeing you in his favorite place is the most wonderful experience that he could ever ask for. he didn't believe that he was deserving of wonderful experiences before, but now that he has you, he wants to think differently.
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Girl in New York | 5
pairings - art donaldson/reader | challengers au! |
â_ _" = Y/N
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sypnosis - you have lunch with Artâs girlfriend and your parentsâŚ.
warnings - messy blowjobs, dirty talk, slut shaming, cheating, voyuerism
word count - 2k
Š elliotsblunt 2024. do not repost, modify, or translate.
You and ArtâŚ.came to an understanding.
It was odd. Although it was winterâthe sun was shining today. White shorts hugged your hips, showing off the curve of your ass. A black tank top let your breasts spill out just enough without flashing the entire tennis club. Birds chirped at the sudden heat, spreading their wings and able to fly away from their problems.
Sweat had gathered at the top of Artâs lip as he drank from his hydro. You two had agreed to meet on Fridays instead. He hadnât mentioned what occurred Sunday night, diving right into your usual routine. The both of you had just finished an hour long practiceâbut Art didnât seem it was long enough. âLetâs go again.â
You groaned, throwing your head back before plopping down onto one of the chairs. There were a ton of tables since there was a food court nearby and people liked to judge the players while stuffing themselves. âMy legs are killing me. Canât we just wait until tomorrow?â You kicked your legs onto another chair, looking up at him. âMatter of fact, letâs get ice cream. Iâm craving it.â
âYou should lay off the carbs,â Art placed his hands onto his hips, raising a brow at you. Something glinted in his eyes. âIt could mess with your cardio.â
You sleep with a guy once and he thinks he could tell you what to eat.
âWhatever. Iâll get it myself.â
Art lit a cigarette, âLeast youâll be getting off your ass.â
You pushed yourself off the chair and hit his shoulder whilst passing him. As if you hadnât just spent the last hour aggressively dodges Artâs strokeâs. You were pretty sure there were three bruises on your knee from falling to strike back. And on top of that, the concealer you applied on your neck to cover his hickeys was melting off. It was fucking Decemberâwhy was it ninety degrees?
Bees buzzed around lavender colored flowers. You spotted around the corner the food truck. A familiar pair of pretty brown eyes and a charming smile popped into view. Humming to yourself, excitement flourished within you, approaching him. âOh heyâitâs you again,â his brown orbs not so swiftly racked up and down your figure. âI was gonna text you but my phone broke. It like wonât turn onâŚitâs a piece of shit.â
You raised your brows, âCanât even trust your own phones these days to not cockblock you.â
He laughed, âLiterally. What can I get you? On the house.â
âA chocolate ice cream on a cone, please.â
A wink was thrown your wayâshooting right down into your core. But his eyes didnât swirl with the same hungerness as Art. This was more like desireâŚcuriosity. It didnât feel as exhilarating as tossing flirty banger with the gorgeous blonde. This guy was younger, and seemed like he tried too hard to impress you. Whereas Art didnât give a fuck what you thought, he still said it regardless.
It didnât irritate you that he wasnât acknowledging the situation. All you knew was that it surely wasnât a one time thing. Whether he expects it or not, heâll eventually give in. And if he didnâtâyou wished to savor his taste on your tongue for as long as possible.
âHere ya go, gorgeous.â
You snapped out your daze. There was a cutie in front of youâand were off thinking about Art. Get it together _ _.
He handed you the vanilla cone. There were sprinkles on top of the perfectly scooped ice cream. But before you could thank him, Art grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the guy. You knitted your brows, âArt what the fâthanks uh, Chase! Or Chad!â
âItâs Chris. How do you flirt with guys you donât even know,â Art eyed you from the corner of his eye, not fully turning his head. Once you two got far enough, you tugged from his grip.
Your eyes narrowed into daggers. âSays the guy who cheated on his girlfriend.â
That shut him up. Ignoring the non-staggering death stare he was burning into the youâyou licked at your ice cream. His eyes focused on the way the tip of your tongue twirled around the cream. âPerhaps I shouldâve went with vanilla,â you tasted, locking eyes with his. They were hooded and cloudy, drinking in every movement you made with your mouth. No longer thinned into knives penetrating your skull.
And then it flew out your hand. Youâre ice cream.
âWhat the fuck, Artââ
âGet behind that wall,â he sneered, shoving you anyways. You almost tripped before his hands pushed your shoulders downwardsâguiding you to your knees. When you got the message, your eyes rounded up at him. âArtâweâre at the club. Your girlfriendââ
His fingers gripped your chin in a bruising hold. Taking out his cock with the other hand by pulling his sports shorts down, he then tapped the pink top onto your bottom lip. âDonât mention her before Iâm about to throat fuck you,â he smirked, before watching his head vanish between your lips. A salty undertone filled your taste buds, his thick head pulsing on your slippery tongue. Your eyes donât leave his as you hummed, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. Sucking and swirling with your mouth, and jerking the rest with your hand, you put yourself to work.
His hips harshly snapped into your mouth. Artâs eyes were barely open, bliss taking over his features.
You couldnât get enough of him. You wanted to see him break above you. Moaning around his dick, you felt it twitch in the warm walls of your mouthâ before more of his salty liquid dribbled out. Signaling he was getting close already, your wrists began to twist the base of his cock. A patch of blonde hairs resided above it. He held his shirt up with one hand, holding the back of your head with another.
âFuck, thatâs it. Take it all like a good fucking girl.â
Sticking out your tongue, you continued to jerk off his huge cock. âIâm gonnaâfuckââ
His cock twitched, blue eyes boring into your wicked onesâtaking everything he had to offer. The liquid shot out all over your tongue, and on the ground.
âWe would like to meet your instructor.â
You almost dropped your spoon, choked on your mashed potatoes, and screamed at the top of your lungs. Perhaps your mother had gone crazy. She took a sip of wine, shrugging her shoulders at your father. âShe seems passionate about Tennis. It seems as if he inspired this newfound hobby.â
OhâŚyou have no idea.
âWeâll come watch you play next week. Itâs set,â your father nodded, taking a bite of steak. A know it all look crossed his features. âYou knowâI used to dabble in the sport back in high schoolâŚâ
You tuned out your father out.
Your parents were going to meet Art?
This could not fucking happen.
âHow ya doing? Iâm Bradford Smith, and this is my wifeâFiona Smith. _ _âs mother.â
Artâs eyes flew over to you. The sun shined without mercy, the tight long-sleeve that covered your tits due to your parentâs presence making you itchy. And to make matters worse, a high pitched hello sounded from behind. A pair of blonde pigtails came into view, and as soon as she spotted you, her arms clung to Art. â_ _! What a surprise! Speaking of thoseâI was planning on surprising Art. I didnât know you were bringing your family as well.â
You laughed in disbelief that this was all happening. âWell isnât that just strawberries and confetti throw up fun.â
Art sent you a behave look, earning an eye roll from yourself. Your mother chuckled, probably just as confused as everyone else, â_ _ wants to show us what the two of you have been working so hard doing.â
âI love watching you play, baby. Letâs do it!â La-la loopsie cheers, clapping her hands excitedly. You refrain from rolling your eyes again, grabbing your racket from the table and heading to the court. You overhead your mom tell your dad that Artâs girlfriend was cuteâleading you to make a disgusted sound and warm up.
Art bounces his ball of the ground before hitting it with the racket. Just how you liked it. He started out aggressive, but you expected that, hitting it with yours quickly. The both of you dove into your skills, hearing your current audience clap every once in a while.
After about thirty minutes, you began to grow winded, and called for a break. Your father ended up talking to Art about his old tennis team. Surprisingly, the two got alongâsharing a few chuckles here and there. Tiffany kept kissing your motherâs ass, asking her about the mugâs she liked to design. Just from listening to the conversation, you began to grow nauseous.
âIâm getting slushie,â you muttered, walking away from the scene. But before you could get too far, Art overheard youâhis head whipping away from your still speaking father.
âIâm actually thinking about getting something too. Iâll go instead,â he offers, Tiffany noticing his sudden interest. You knit your brows together.
âI got it.â
âNo seriously. Iâm good friends with the dude anyway.â
âChad?â You raise your brows, causing him to send you a glare before walking away. Tiffany followed himâwearing a painted smile. You thought the encounter was weird, but before you could think too deep into it, your mother pulled you aside.
âYou should wear longer skirts, _ _.â
âMomâIâm an adult. Please.â
Your father kissed the side of your head, âWhy donât the five of us have some lunch. Thereâs a cafe right there. Go let your friends know and weâll grab a table.â
Before you could reply, they walked away to find a spot. Tiffany and Art returned back, him handing you a cherry slushie. âIt was all they had.â
âThat cashier guy asked about you. Is he like, your boyfriend?â Tiffany asks, sipping your Diet Coke. You didnât see the point in diet anything if there was no sugar. It made everything taste a million times better.
Art pressed his lips together. You shrugged, sipping your slushie. âI donât know what youâre talking about,â your tone was uninterested. Being in the same vicinity made your blood boil. She had the ability to kiss him in broad daylightâand didnât even take advantage of it. No wonder Art came to you for his sexual needs. It seemed like she was plain and simple. If a boy likes you, date him. If he doesnât, run away.
She doesnât know how to take care of someone like Art. Someone like you.
âAnyways,â you look at your nails, tension in the air. âMy parents what us to have lunch together. I can tell them you guys are busy.â
âNo that sounds fun!â Tiffany chimes in, holding onto Artâs arm again. His eyes slightly widen, face paling into a white sheet. He ground his jaw.
âIâm actually really tireââ
Tiffany tugged on his arm, whining in a tone that made you want to pierce your ears. âPlease babeâŚâ
âYeah,â you smirk, thinking of a fun idea. Artâs eyes instantly met yours, a worried look crossing his features. While his girlfriend was looking at him, your tongue poked out and swirled around the strawâhis teeth gritting at the sight. You noticed his fists ball at his sides. Tiffany looks at you, beaming excitedly. You send her a fake smile,
âYou should taste this slushie I had last week. It was super creamy.â
âAlright letâs go.â Art grabs Tiffany, dragging her over to find your parents. You giggle to yourself, enjoying seeing him flustered.
âMy mother is a Stanford graduate. Thatâs actually where Art and I met.â
Tiffany wouldnât stop rambling about the history of her and Art. It was driving you literally insane. Your father helped himself to his club sandwich, barely listening to what she was even saying. Your mother on the other hand was absolutely ecstatic for the couple, sharing her own experiences about meeting your father.
You picked at your salad, glancing at the fair haired boy. He had been sipping his coffeeâclearly uncomfortable with this entire situation. You decided to tease him a bit, taking advantage of the fact that you were seated beside him. Brushing your heel against his calf, he suddenly jerked, catching the attention of everyone at the table.
He cleared his throat, âUhâa bee. It flew away.â
âRight. You remember that time we went to Cuba for that tournament, sweetie.â
He hummed, pulling out a cigarette from his back pocket. Tiffany made a face, âIf youâre going smoke, at least go to the parking lot. Everyoneâs eating.â
Jesus. What a bitch.
âI donât mind,â your mother placed her hand on Tiffanyâs. She smiled warmly at Art afterwards. âBradford used to chain smoke those things until I eased him off then. Looks like weâll have to do the same thing to you.â
Art returned her smile, ignoring Tiffanyâs eye roll, sparking the cigarette. â_ _. Tell them about how you used to dance in the bathroom with my old tennis racket. It was the cutest thing. Sheâd be nakedââ
âActually, Iâm gonna spark one up too. Iâll go to the parking lot though so no one complains.â
âIâll come with you,â Art shot up, offering a nervous smile to everyone. âI justâfeel so guilty.â
âOkay kids. Weâll be here.â
âWhat the fuck, _ _?â
You never thought it would be so hilarious to see someone smoking a cigarette whilst looking immensely frazzled. As soon as the two of you reached the back parking lot, out of sight of people, Art let you know how he truly felt. Fortunately, you werenât in much of a talkative mood, so you listened patiently whilst finishing your cigarette.
âNot only are your parents hereâbut your mom loves my girlfriend. This fucked situation just got entirely more fucked.â He ran a hand through his light strands, pacing back and forth.
âI hate when she does shit like this.â
âWho?â You mumbled, leaning your back against the wall.
âTiff!â His hands flew in the air, shaking his head. âShe always pops up unannounced. I hate that kind of shit. She has no respect for my time nor schedule. I meanâwhat makes her think she can crash my lesson? â
âWhy are you even with her?â
Art looked at you with a sudden calmness. It was as if your words urged him to think.
âIâŚ.donât know.â
That made you pause. The cigarette burnt as the both of you stared at one another. For the first time, he was expressing his feelings. It was different than usual. âShe doesnât let you breathe. Youâre a free soul, and she wants to keep it caged. You wonât stay with her for long. Itâs only a matter of time.â
âI guess I like her company. Sheâs always there for me when I need it,â he shrugged, standing beside you. He looked away from you, âBut if it came to actually being in love with herâI couldnât tell you. She doesnât accept me for me.â
âThen sheâs a fucking idiot,â you smirk, ââbecause youâre likeâŚkinda cool I guess.â
His eyes twinkled, your gaze meeting once again. You smirk was met by a sheepish smile from him.
âYouâre pretty aggressive, you know that?â
âYou love it.â
His eyes fell to your lips. âWe should stop sneaking around, _ _. This is going too far.â
You laughed, throwing the cigarettes off the ground before crushing it with your heel. âCâmon, lover boy.â
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Masterlist: Kinktober 2024
This was my wild dive into the spicy world of Kinktober! Throughout October, I challenged myself to post a new piece every day, each one exploring different kinks and themes with a mix of heat and heart. Whether you're here for the steam, the characters, or just a fun escape, I hope you find something to enjoy. Each story pushes boundaries in its own way, so please read the tags and warnings before diving in. Enjoy the journey, and thanks for checking out my Kinktober 2024 collection! đĽ
** This blog is intended for readers 18+. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given on any writing that needs it**
Day 1 (Sexting - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 2 (Brat/Brat Tamer - Tyler Owens)
Day 3 (Cowboy Hat Rule - Tyler Owens)
Day 4 (Hate Sex - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 5 (Choking - James "Bucky" Barnes)
Day 6 (Somnophilia - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw)
Day 7 (Face F*cking - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 8 (Rope/Bondage - Tyler Owens)
Day 9 (First Time - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 10 (Shower Sex - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw)
Day 11 (Quickie - Tyler Owens)
Day 12 (Uniform Kink - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 13 (Daddy Kink - James "Bucky" Barnes)
Day 14 (Thigh Riding - Tyler Owens)
Day 15 (Lingerie - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw)
Day 16 (Cunnilingus - Scott Miller)
Day 17 (Degradation - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 18 (Praising - Robert "Bob" Floyd)
Day 19 (Marking - Tyler Owens)
Day 20 (Morning Sex - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 21 (Makeup Sex - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw)
Day 22 (Pool Sex - Tyler Owens)
Day 23 (Masturbation - Tyler Owens)
Day 24 (Sex Tape - Boone)
Day 25 (Mirror Sex - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 26 (Phone Sex - Tyler Owens)
Day 27 (Breeding Kink - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw)
Day 28 (Temperature Play - Tyler Owens)
Day 29 (Costumes/Dress Up - Jake "Hangman" Seresin)
Day 30 (Car/Truck Sex - Tyler Owens)
Day 31 (Threesome, Double Penetration - Jake "Hangman" Sersin and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw)
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