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star-suh · 6 months

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Blackmail

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: top mingyu, rough sex, blackmailing, mingyu is a father as if he has a kid and a wife and an asshole too, toxic masculinity(?) is just a comment mingyu says),cheating, y/n is a closeted gay, car sex, feminization, unprotected sex, tummy bulge.

an: so i finally could finish this but my perfectionism is telling that could've been better lol.

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y/n is a teacher at the local high school and one of his students is a pain in the ass, not paying attention, throwing paper balls, bothering his classmates. one day fed up with this, y/n scolds him "hey you brat, what are you doing?. you think just because your parents have money you can do whatever you want?", "hell yeah" the bastard replied cockily. y/n just laughed and rolled his eyes "you're a typical daddy and mommy's boy hiding insecurities behind all that money… so i ask you to leave the classroom and go to the principal. oh and you can't come back to class until your parents come do you hear me?" yelling that last one part. the boy told that to his parents overexaggerating things so they can 'punish' the teacher. mingyu, the dad, decided to investigate about him and use that information as a way to blackmail him, he found out that y/n frequents a gay bar and after that he always leaves with a man to a motel.

"hello mr. kim" welcomed the teacher "i told you to come here to talk about your son's behavior. he's very disrespectful towards me and his classmates and that's not ok" mingyu was just listening to everything with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed "that's all?" he laughs "here mr. y/n" mingyu handles an envelope to y/n he opens it and it's full of pics of him with men and there's even a flash drive "your blowing skills are good mr. y/n how much do you think this would cost?" he asks tapping the object.

"please don't spread these pics anywhere.. i beg" said the teacher scared "i won't say something to your son ever again.. or… or if you want i can leave the school ye-yeah that's it i'm quitting the job here just… just destroy this pics please" y/n grabbed the man by the hands "why you're so worried about this? you could be a good star in the porn world". "no one knows about it" y/n lowered his head "please… no one needs to know this…" his hands were shaking trying to convince mingyu. "so you'll do everything i want right?" mingyu tapped his chin with his fingers "listen i will talk to my son and tell him to behave a little more but in exchange you have to met me tomorrow night, give me your number i'll send you the address later" mingyu winks and leaves…

y/n was now sitting besides mingyu in his car, "so what do you want me to do?" asked a sad y/n, mingyu passed his phone to y/n in where his video was playing "watching that video got me so fucking hard" he palmed the growing bulge on his pants he then unzipped it and pull his cock out "i want to feel that pretty mouth of yours around my cock too. suck it" he whispered guiding y/n towards his cock, "fuck so wet and warm" grunted mingyu, y/n started to feel dizzy smelling mingyu's musky cock. "such a perfect cock" muttered y/n worshiping every vein, the thick shaft, the size of it, "look at you, I thought you would put on a fight but you already gave in to me. pathetic bitch" laughed the rich man who started to mouthfuck y/n at a harsh pace.

some minutes have passed and mingyu's cock was dripping with y/n's thick saliva, mingyu stopped y/n from sucking his balls "c'mon let's go to the back seats" there mingyu discarded his pants and leaned on his back "let me taste that used pussy" y/n obeyed an accommodate himself in a 69 position so he can keep sucking mingyu while he eat his ass out. mingyu started with doing circles with his fingers on y/n's rim, then spat on it and introduced the first finger "mmh is indeed warm" then he introduces a second finger.. the third and lasty a fourth one all of them knuckles deep going in and out "i'm started to get why everyone on that bar wants this pussy is so fucking tight. more than my wife's" mentioned mingyu, "hngh" moaned y/n with his mouth full of cock. grabbing him by the waist mingyu lifted y/n and started to eat his ass enjoying how it clenchez every time he introduces his tongue "such a tasty manpussy"...

mingyu groped y/n's chest and started playing with his nipples, tweaking and pinching them to get those pretty moans out of y/n's mouth then used his mouth to lick and bite them 'he's moaning a lot… i guess this is a sensitive part for him… kinda like it' thought mingyu.

now tapping his cock's head on y/n's clenching hole mingyu was getting ready to pound him "please wait… use a condom i've never done it without one" pleaded y/n, "fuck off you're not the one in charge here i'm gonna breed your manpussy you like it or not" mingyu grunted putting the cock's tip already inside "that also means that i'm gonna mark this pussy as mine" an in one thrust he put it all at once forming a bulge on y/n's lower tummy "woah look at that" he laughed "you're took it balls deep not like my wife she can barely take half of it" he whispered that last part licking a stripe from y/n's nipple to his ear. both stayed like that for a moment until mingyu started to move every thrust being harsher than the last one "please be more gentle" squirmed y/n pressing his hand against mingyu's stomach trying to stop him but he quit it "don't be boring dude, you're a man just endure it and let me enjoy your pussy" he then pulls out and spat on his shaft and sucked y/n's hole introducing his cock right after repeating the action during some minutes.

"tell me how it feels" demanded mingyu putting his hand around y/n's neck, applying some pressure and moving his hips quite gently to make y/n feel good "it's sooo big… it feels so good how it stretches me… i like.. i like how it is throbbing inside me… can't wait to feel your cum" that's when mingyu realized y/n was already his. "so you want my cum inside you that bad huh?. what a whore. then be my side pussy and i'm gonna pump you up every day with my warm sperm" a dizzy y/n just kissed mingyu as a way to said yes, he was desperate, mingyu is making him feel things no one ever has. y/n knew what he was doing was wrong but the pleasure was immense… he just wanted more and more.

mingyu was now fucking y/n in a quite uncomfortable doggy style position pressing the bottom's head against the window with his hand, traces of saliva and sweat being smeared in the glass everytime mingyu thrusted harshly. with a loud grunt and a last hard thrust mingyu came inside y/n “don't you dare to waste any drop you whore. keep it all inside your pussy” the top rode his high with a couple of last thrusts.

he pulls out and start using his fingers to scoop the cum and put it back inside the gaping hole, savouring the delicious wet sounds “you have a taste pussy professor. glad it's all mine now… right?” mingyu licked his ear waiting for his response, “yeah” it's the only thing that comes out of y/n's mouth, his tired self just enjoying mingyu's breath ghosting over his neck. “good boy” mi gyu added kissing his forehead and then driving towards a hotel.

the next day y/n woke up in a hotel room, his lower back in so much pain with a note on his side that reads a number that y/n calls “hello?”, “good morning slut” mingyu's sexy voice answers “i have some news for you… i won't spread these pictures of you but in exchange i want to keep fucking your pussy, my wife's it's not as thight as yours and also i can breed you as much as i want. so… deal?” y/n hesitates but eventually responds “...deal” hanging up the call while gathering his things to go home. on the other side of the call mingyu just laughs and lick his lips while driving towards his job.

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forthelostones · 8 months

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☠︎ female reader x ghostface!abby ☠︎ (part one!)

synopsis: abby finds you trying on your halloween costume and wants a private show.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); perv!abby, sub!reader x dom!abby, teasing, kn!fe play, fingering, grinding, guided masturbation, strap receiving/sucking, mirror play, squ!rting, and spanking.

an: its fall-time and i am excited for halloween so lets goooo. also, anyone else love ghostface, just me okay.

wc: 1.1k

PART TWO

It was October 30th and you were still figuring out what you should wear to the costume competition tomorrow. This was different for you, you had actually decided to show your body more, shorter skirt, tighter bra, darker makeup, the works. You had been in your room posing in the mirror adjusting your fairy costume. You open your camera and snap a few pics, bending over, showing your thong, and seeing what the view would possibly be.

A text from an unknown number comes up on your screen.

I like your top.

You noticed the photo attached is a view of your ass peaking out the skirt.

You peer over your shoulder, out your bedroom window, startled by the text. You sit on the edge of your bed, taken aback by the timing of the random message.

Wrong number, you reply.

Green corset?

Your heart drops as you move to walk to close your blinds.

I can still see you baby.

You notice your closet door opened slightly, which was normal, right? You had been rummaging through your clothes all night, making up safer outfits. But that was earlier, you hadn’t been in your room since then. You feel a beat in your lower stomach as you realize you may not be alone.

You hear the floorboards creak as you accept that you’ve become helpless. In the mirror you see the white and black mask creep from the closet, startling you with a knife in their dominant hand. It shimmered under the dim light of the candles coasted across your room.

“That’s pretty.” They said.

You couldn't help but notice the strong physique of the masked killer. Rock-like biceps stretching out a black t-shirt, defined calves forced into black jeans, and most importantly large, bruised hands.

They circle over to you and flaunt their knife in your face. Although the threat of death was prevalent, you squeezed your thighs together at the sight of their veiny hands wrapped around the grip. Your clit grew as the knife came close into view.

“You like this?” You say calmly.

They nod, lifting their mask to show you their wet lips, then planting a kiss on yours. You noticed the deep jawline and blonde hair peeking from under the mask. She gets on the bed behind you swiftly, then drags the knife slowly up the innermost sensitive part of your arm. You tingled with frightened desire.

“Take it off.” She demanded.

“This?”

You reached for the back of the corset top, unstringing each lace delicately. You hear her panting irregularly at the simple sight of your back. You move slowly which makes her panting deeper, impatient, and sultry. The bedazzled top dropped to the floor and she automatically dropped the knife to pull you onto her lap. She places her thigh in between yours and finds your sweetness, you sigh at the relief of finally having someone other than yourself touching your clit. She brings her hands up to your breasts. As she palms your nipples in the mirror and tugs them roughly between her fingertips, you groan in pain.

“Shut up.”

You bite your lip to stifle the pain you feel. She pulls them further than you could imagine, which makes you buzz as you grind up and down her thigh desperately. She dips her fingertips into your throat, gagging you more than you’d like to admit, leaving spit dripping down your chin. She brought her wet fingers to your erect nipples and rubbed in circles quite gently. You toss your head back onto her chest as she flicks them with her fingertips. She pushes you off her chest, onto the ground, with your ass exposed in your short skirt.

“You were gonna wear this out?” She asked laying a hard smack across your ass.

You wince and nod slowly as she trailed her knife against your spine. You gasped as you felt a slight pinch, wondering if she was drawing blood. She reaches towards your white thong and snaps it into two with the end of the knife. She pinches the back of your neck with her hand and draws your head back.

“I don’t know why you thought that was a good idea. What pervs are you trying to attract?”

“The ones like you.” You reply.

She tosses you back on all fours at your snarky comment.

She picks up your mangled panties and goes sit at the head of your bed. She crosses her legs with her heavy boots shaking dirt all over your clean duvet. You don’t dare react, you stay still in the position you left her until you notice she’s waiting for something. You peer at her in the mirror, tussling your soaked panties in her hand. You sit in front of your mirror with her sight still trapped heavily over you. You spread your legs wide open and perk your breasts up, waiting for her commands.

“Go ‘head, suck those fingers.” She demands.

You bring your fingertips into your mouth with no hesitation and slide your tongue in between the two, the view alone makes her spread her own legs. You push your pussy downwards on the floor, attempting to reach some connection with your clit. You grind harder as you gag on your fingertips, eyes watering, face blushing, and spit coasting your bottom lip.

“Touch those nipples for me,” she demands.

You pull your fingers out of your mouth and to your left nipple, which was pulsing already, you circled your areola and pulled on your peak, which made a moan slip out of your mouth. You move to your right, the most sensitive one, and flick it just the way you liked it when you were alone. Her hand unbuckles her black pants to reveal a dark purple strap. Her thick hands ran up the length of it, and you breathed deeply wanting to feel it inside you.

“Oh, you see something you want?” She said mischievously.

You couldn’t even speak so you just nodded.

“Then show me how you want me to fuck you.”

You didn’t hesitate to send two fingers inside your wet hole, they slid right in with no friction. You curled them inside, pounding your pussy, placing your palm against your clit. You grind and massage your clit at the same time, causing you to sweat ferociously imagining her six-inch strap inside you.

“What should I call you baby?” You groan.

“Abby.” She couldn’t resist at revealing herself, to know that she’s taking you over the edge.

“Abby? You like how I’m fucking myself for you?”

“I do.” Her hands reach under her shirt, feeling for her nipples.

You continue to make eye contact with her, wherever her eyes had been behind that mask, and spurt out wetness onto the mirror. She couldn’t help but keep her eyes on your fingers hugging your pussy so generously. Before you come over the edge you turn towards the edge of the bed and sit upright. You bounce on your two fingers, like you were taking her strap, and making your ass jump for her. She muttered something under her breath but you couldn’t quite make out what she said as you went dumb for her. She crawled towards the edge of the bed and stuck the strap in your mouth. The warmth coaxed your tongue as she pushed the back of your head deeper into her core. You look up with your wet eyes to see her watching your ass shake in the mirror. She moaned as the friction of the strap pressed against her perky clit.

You so badly wanted to kiss her after she removed her strap from your cheeks. You look up to her with desperation, ready to be fucked.

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scara-meow-che · 1 year

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then they were roommates ┃ sweet deception with thoma

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader with no set of pronouns, roommate! thoma, use of sedatives, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it!), pervert! thoma, noncon, he takes pics of you, male masturbation, pervert and a bit ooc thoma ♥︎

AN. another reposted work. i promise that i'd be posting new ones soon <3 just a little more from my part on actually editing the drafts that i have here but anyway, enjoy our ooc pervert, roomie thoma!

thoma is the sweetest roommate you’d ever ask for!

besides the fact that he constantly reminds you of the tasks you have absentmindedly forgotten or prepares breakfast in the morning, he also helps you with your projects whenever he has some time to spare.

you also want to take note of the tea he always makes!

“hey thoma! you haven’t told me what brand this tea is.”

the weekend had just arrived and you were left sprawled in the comforts of your blankets while watching another rom-com with thoma. he was laid adjacent to your side, the two loveseats occupied by your tired bodies.

“silly, how many times do i need to tell you that i handmade this! you can help me pick up the ingredients tomorrow morning if you want,” thoma offers with a smile. he can see how you immediately perked up in interest, nodding your head in agreement. “well, just make sure that you sleep early now since i often leave around 5.”

and he hears you grunt afterward.

“come on now, you wouldn’t miss an opportunity like this, yeah?” he encourages you, standing up from his seat. he eyes you, taking a huge sip of your tea before dropping down the cup on the nearby table. he shudders, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips before he reaches out both his hands to help you stand up.

as you do, you can feel your body slipping into a relaxed state, almost stumbling and falling back into the seat. but thoma was fast and had an arm wrapped around your body, gently cradling you in his warmth.

“easy now,” he mumbles. it felt quite nice to be wrapped in his embrace as the nature of his being caring seeps through while he guides you to your room. “getting sleepy now, aren’t you?”

you hummed, feeling the softness of your blanket caressing your skin as thoma gently lays you down on your bed. as each second passes by, you find your eyes can barely keep themselves open. and before you were consumed by sleep, you can hear the faint whisper from your roommate, a sweet smile etched on his face.

“sweet dreams f/n.”

it was truly sweet, thoma had always been like this every day and you barely notice the patterns. he is someone so kind, dependable, selfless, and caring so you trust him. there’s never a reason to doubt him, not when he had you gullible just as he wanted to.

don’t get him wrong but thoma genuinely cares for you. he likes you, a lot. but the intensity of his emotions quickly becomes too much for him to handle. you were so pretty, so perfect in his eyes that he can’t help but give you what he thinks you’d want, what you’d like, what you’d find worthy of your affection.

but he thinks that fucking you when you’re asleep is something you wouldn’t approve of.

when he sees the steady motion of your chest, lungs pumping air in and out of your relaxed and vulnerable state, he’s quick to adjust your body, letting you lie flat on your back and your legs pressed on each side. you’ve always looked beautiful to him, no matter what you wear, no matter how unkempt your hair was.

and he finds you most beautiful spread out like this for him to take. an angel you are in his eyes.

he groans when he feels his cock ache inside his tight pants. you’re just that perfect, fuck, he’s so damn lucky that he’s the one who gets to share this apartment space with you and not just a random bastard who wouldn’t treat you like he does.

he just hope you wouldn’t find out the debauched person he can be.

thoma wants to put all the blame on you. you should be held accountable for how adorable you are, and how your beaming eyes always had him hooked whenever you tell him what happened in uni. you should know that he’s utterly smitten from how much you cling to him, trusting him to the point where you don’t even notice that the tea he makes was the very reason why he had you pressed down like this.

of course, he wouldn’t dare hurt you. he’s not an asshole who just takes advantage of you like this and ends up hurting you in any way or form. thoma would spend the time preparing you, holding you, and pleasing you before he could even please himself.

as he had your legs spread open, he would gently remove your pants, revealing you in your underwear. he finds it cute how you wear this particular pair every weekend, the soft pastel red cotton undies he always love!

then he would notice how you’d shiver, feeling the cold gust of wind welcoming your flushed skin. thoma would cover you up with the blanket he made for you, smiling as he remembers how you were elated to receive this from him.

as he provides you a source of warmth, he would continue and leave kisses on your thighs, his large hands pressing down to spread your legs wider. he dares not leave any hickeys, as much as his mind tells him to mark you already. he can do that later when you’re finally sober enough to know what the hell he’s doing.

after leaving feather-like kisses on both your thighs, thoma would press two of his fingers between your clothed cunt, sliding up and down your slit. he can hear the gentle hums of satisfaction escaping your lips.

“even when you’re in deep sleep, you’ve always loved being pleasured like this, huh?” he whispers, putting in some pressure that the tip of his finger glides down your clit. “we wouldn’t want to mess this though,” he adds before he hooks two of his fingers to the band of your underwear and slowly pulls it off your body.

with your lower half exposed for his eyes to feast on, thoma almost came at the sight of your cunt slightly shimmering from your slick. he curses under his breath, impatient because he just wants to shove his cock but had put an immense focus so to mentally stops himself.

before he even loses control, he moves his head down and has his lips close in your cunt. he hums, satisfied, tasting you as his tongue laps up and down your clit. he can finally taste you, so sweet against the sensitive flesh of his mouth. you were addicting, thoma can’t help but give your pussy lips a kiss before he had his whole mouth sucking on your poor cunt.

he felt your thighs occassionally close back from the sensation, your eyebrows furrowing that your sleep-induced state tries to focus on the pleasurable feeling you’re receiving between your legs.

“you’re so damn cute,” thoma mutters before he goes back on assaulting your sensitive clit. he wants to hear you moan, to hear you whimper about how good he’s treating you, how good he was on eating you out, on pleasing you but that can wait.

after flicking his tongue on your sensitive nub, he had two fingers slowly pumping in and out of your hole. you were so wet, so ready for him to take but he wants to make you cum first. thoma goes back on sucking on your clit as his fingers smoothly go in and out of your hole, adjusting it to reach the most sensitive spot inside that he knew by heart. you were so warm, so tight around two of his digits.

the pleasure he gets from fucking you like this had him rutting his hips down the bed, cock itching to shove itself inside your warmth and have your tight walls snuggle it closer. his pants' already ruined from his pre. he groans as he does so, eyes peering up to witness how your back softly arched from the vibrations he had let go on your clit. thoma can feel how close you are, your warm walls sucking him in with fervor.

“that’s it f/n. go on, cum for me,” he says even if you won��t even hear him or know that it was him pleasuring you like this. your walls clamped on his fingers, your hole gushing out so much slick as thoma didn’t stop sliding his digits in and out to ride your high.

your body was still shaking a bit from the aftermath of your orgasm when thoma swiftly moved up and pulled his hard and aching cock out of his already-ruined pants. he hissed as the warmth of his hands made contact with his skin, quickly rubbing the bulbous head on your cunt to relieve himself from the pain.

“‘want you so badly, f/n, just let me—” slowly, he pushes himself inside your walls, grunting at the sudden tightness engulfing him. he eyes your body, those emerald hues watching every twitch of your eyebrow and how your chest lets go of a shaky breath as he finally pushes all the way in. “fuck, you feel so good around me.”

thoma’s head was spinning at the view he’s getting of you even more when he looks down to where you’re both connected. his long girth feels just perfect to be inside you, smoothly sliding in and out. hell, he wanted to roughly bend you in half and shove himself as deep as he could but you might wake up. he doesn’t want that but fuck, you’re making it so hard for him.

in seconds, he rocks his hips against your body, his thighs softly smacking against your butt as he slowly ruts himself in your core. thoma bites down on his lips, focusing on being gentle while getting the most out of your cunt. he closes his eyes, savoring how your walls sucks him in, tightening every time he bottoms out. he was so big yet he had managed to have you adjust to his size perfectly, molding you to have his cock alone.

he was close, the pleasure so intense on bis lower half he had somehow let go of his focus and started a rather quick pace in fucking you. he hears you whimpering, his mind thinking that you’re awake and was ushering him to go faster, that you’re close too, that you want him to make a mess out of you.

“anything for you, f/n. fuck, i’d do anything for you,” he utters with a moan, sweat glistening on his forehead, his balls slapping oh so loudly against your thighs covered with your slick. and he pulls out, groaning as his cold hands started to jerk on his sensitive cock before he lets out his thick cum just right outside your hole.

thoma could barely keep in his moans, shivering at how he coats your pussy lips with his load that you looked so damn messy but fuck, you’re just so beautiful in his eyes.

“i love you,” he whispers but gained back his focus in seconds when he hears you humming. his eyes darted back to your face only to see that you’re still fast asleep.

thoma sighs, shaking his head, and went back down to look at your cum-stained cunt. he could just jerk again at the sight but doesn’t want to wake you sooner than he’d think he might. but, before he puts your legs back down and it let relax, he pulls out his phone from his pocket and quickly took pictures of your body, more on how he ruined you below, angling it where he can see how he had claimed you to be his.

with this sweet smile on his face, he bends down and slowly left a kiss on your forehead.

“sweet dreams, angel. i hope that we can spend more time soon.”

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holllandtrash · 8 months

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london boy | lando norris (6 to 1) - smau

part of the lover x 6 to 1 series | lando norris x leclerc! reader

So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy

takes place 3 months after part 12 of 6 to 1 vote for the next part here

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ynleclerc 📍 London, England

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ynleclerc london night 1 + lando picking me up from the airport (merci to the person who captured him giving me a literal garden)

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landonorris only the best for the best

ynleclerc i will expect flowers everytime now landonorris okay

givememclarens not a fan of the soft launch pics bestie everyone knows you're dating the least u could do is give us bf lando

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charles_leclerc please return home in one piece

ynlelcerc no promises

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landonorris london rookie had to see all the sights today

ynleclerc you loved that double decker bus ride as much as i did landonorris i lost my bucket hat ynleclerc i told you not to wear it

charles_leclerc why aren't you sitting like a normal person

ynleclerc because i know how to have FUN charles

ynleclerc 📍London, England

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ynleclerc im sorry..the old y/n can't come to the phone right now

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danielricciardo you know you're not just supposed to look at the phone booth right, you can actually go inside

ynleclerc leave me alone

charles_leclerc why are you wearing shorts in october

landonorris i asked the same thing ynleclerc its called fashion look it up

riabish cuuuute

ynleclerc can't wait to see you tomorrow ♡

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ynleclerc ria is a better tour guide than landon i said what i said

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riabish love you♡

charles_leclerc landon

danielricciardo not the landon slander

mclaren landon?🤨

oscarpiastri i love my teammate, Landon Orris

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landonorris she cleans up nice for someone who didn't get out of bed until 4pm

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ynleclerc i got ready faster than a red bull wins a race

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mclaren but where's landon?

ynleclerc we are done with this joke oscarpiastri no we are not

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ynleclerc day 6/6 🇬🇧 could this photo dump get any more british

landonorris there's no tea in any of those pictures

ynleclerc remind me to get some tmr before we leave

oscarpiastri where's landon?

ynleclerc OSCAR

nofornorris sad that her little london trip is ending i was living vicariously through her

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ynleclerc you know i love a london boy

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landonorris im from bristol

ynleclerc not today you aren't

danielricciardo you kids grew up too fast

mclaren Well if there's ever an F1 race in London, we know who'll be the first to support it 😉😉

OscarPiastri thought you loved Landon Orris

landonorris mate shes gonna block you, i just watched her throw her phone across the airport

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vindictivenerdcels · 3 months

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Short Version

"Materials for today, topology. It's where I'm fucking you like the top that I am and I will not stop until you beg me to stop. Pretty straightforward, right?

Long Version

Tess prepared for the test tomorrow with her boyfriend, Jacob. Tess might be a math nerd, but Jacob took it to the next level as he was the Gold Medalist for the national olympiad and even represented the States in global competition. She enjoyed studying under his tutelage because he's very patience, he can explain things well and he never mocked her if she failed to get things right from the very first time. The 5'8", thick-rimmed glasses nerd gentle voice, clean perfume-y smell and disarming presence helped her fall head over heels for the geek

Well, enough of the daydreaming. She's been stuck in this particular calculus question for the past couple of minutes and somehow Jacob took his "bathroom break" a bit too serious, making her froze in the question until he comes back and probably can guide her.

When a tattoed shirtless stud suddenly barged through her bedroom door and walked right in, both of them stared at each other a bit too intensely. Who the fuck is this guy, Tess thought. Before she can say a word, like a thunderous strike, this sultry yet demeaning voice lulls out from the stud's mouth

"Well, look who's been a good girl lubing and stretching her own hole before her Master comes. She really want this dick, isn't she? She wants to give her best to Mr. Jake right?"

She's too stunned to speak, but when she looked at her surroundings, she indeed prepared to be fucked. The mostly closed curtain, the ambience, this is a clear setup to fuck around. How on Earth did she even think about some goddamn math test when her lover comes to take his rights for the day, stuffing her full with his glorious seed?

A little personal experiment with request of the pic from anonymous asker

#nerd to jock #personality change #male muscle growth #male transformation

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callme-holly · 2 months

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I was wondering if you could please write a Steve Randle x sister reader where maybe she is walking to the DX from school and gets jumped (similar to the Winston sibling one) but she gets away. So once she gets to the DX soda is the first to see her so he calls Steve over and he just goes full big brother comforter and protective mode. 😂 sorry if none of this makes sense

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 '𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 '

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - omg I finally got this done! I might edit it a little tomorrow and I need to find a pic to go along with it but I just wanted to get it out today. Hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.2k words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - talk of getting jumped, slight injury detail (not graphic), mild swearing

Your hands shake and your lungs burn as you try desperately to catch your breath, your whole body burning with exertion. The sun feels unbearably hot on your skin, sweat runs down the back of your neck, and you stick your shirt uncomfortably to your body as you force yourself to keep moving, trying to put some distance between you and that goddamn blue mustang.

You��re panting hard, every muscle aching, and your chest burning with the effort it takes to draw air into your body and then let it out again. Blood trickles down the side of your face, hot and sticky against your skin, while the gash above your eye stings with pain.

You must look quite the sight: bruises blossoming on one side of your face, blood drying beneath your nose and lips, dirt matting into your tangled hair. Your knees are scraped raw through your tattered jeans and bleeding sluggishly in places, but you refuse to stop until the DX is in view, letting out one finally ragged breath before collapsing back against the side of the building.

You lean there for a second, your head swimming and your vision blurry, your breathing coming in shallow pants. The world is suddenly spinning a little too fast, and your stomach lurches unpleasantly, forcing you to take another deep, shuddering breath. You feel sick, nauseous even, and everything hurts like hell, which is probably just as well considering how much energy was spent running from that damn car. You rub a hand down your face, grimacing when it comes away red and wet with blood and sweat.

“Great..” You mumble, wiping at your split lip with the sleeve of your jacket, before pushing yourself shakily to your feet. “Fucking great…”

You stumble forward, taking care not to trip over your own feet, as you shove open the door to the little store, the bell jangling obnoxiously above you.

Inside, the air is cool, the air conditioning is whirring noisily overhead, and you close your eyes and breathe deeply. It helps somewhat, your head clearing a little as you head for the counter where Sodapop is pouring over a magazine. He looks up briefly as you shuffle towards him, his eyes widening in recognition.

“Holy shit–” he discards the magazine in a sudden rush, jumping over the counter and grabbing hold of your arms gently. “What the hell happened?”

You wince, pressing your forehead against his shoulder to avoid looking directly at him. His touch is steady and grounding, but you still flinch as he tilts your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I got jumped.” You grumble, trying to shrug off his concern, but it proves a little more difficult than anticipated.

Soda makes a concerned sound in the back of his throat, guiding you to sit in the chair he’d previously been in. “By who?”

“Those damn socs,” you grit your teeth together. “The same ones who got Johnny.” You pause. “And Pony.”

His expression shifts immediately and he releases your shoulders, turning to head for the back. “I'll get Steve.”

You nod absently, looking down at your jeans, picking at the loose threads in the knees, and rubbing at one of the bloodstains. You wipe your palm across it roughly and grimace, knowing that it'll be a pain in the ass to wash out later on.

It’s not long before you hear the backdoor bang open and footsteps hurry inside, the telltale sound of Steve’s voice booming throughout the room.

“I thought I told you to go straight home from school. The hell are you doin’ here?” His tone is sharp and impatient, but there’s no real bite to it, and you can see the concern in his eyes as he stops in front of you. He grabs a hold of your chin, his touch a little rougher than Soda’s had been, his eyes scanning over your face as he inspects your injuries. “Who did this?”

“No one,” you say quickly, pulling away from his grip. “Just some stupid ass kids at school–” You falter, watching as your brother narrows his eyes at you, suspicion and frustration warring on his face.

“Bullshit.” He scoffs, heading around the counter to grab the first aid kit tucked away under the register. “Don’t even try to lie to me. Who was is?” His hands move deftly as he opens the kit, digging through the box and pulling out a few supplies: a bottle of rubbing alcohol, gauze, and bandages.

“Why were they messing with ya? What did they want, kid?”

You frown, feeling the cut on your temple flare as your brow furrows. “I don't know what they wanted,” you spit out, glaring at him as he begins to wipe at the dried blood on your cheek. “They just started yelling at me until I yelled back, and then they came at me.”

““You yelled back?!” He barks incredulously, pausing momentarily to shoot a glare your way. “Jesus Christ, kid, have I taught you nothing?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Like you're any better.”

There's a long pause as the two of you glare at each other before Steve sighs, shaking his head and beginning to wipe at the cut on your brow, ignoring your protests as he does so.

“Whatever,” he grumbles out. “But you’re the one explaining this to dad if he asks.”

If… You think bitterly. You doubt your father will even notice; he doesn’t usually.

Steve pulls back after a moment or two, examining his work with narrowed eyes. Then, seemingly satisfied with what he sees, he closes the first aid box and tucks it back beneath the counter. He turns around and fixes you with a stern look, arms folded across his chest.

“You didn’t hit your head too badly, right? I don't want you gettin' a concussion or nothin.”

You snort derisively and shake your head. “Nah, nothing I can't take.”

“Good,” He says curtly. Then he glances behind him before leaning forward, his eyebrows pinching together. “Now, tell me who did this. And I want the truth.”

You hesitate. The last thing you want is for him to go out and start something to get himself into trouble. But it won't help to lie now, not when Soda already knows and will no doubt let it slip sooner or later.

So, reluctantly, you tell him everything, and by the end of it, his eyes are wide with shock, his hands clenched into fists, and he's muttering profanities under his breath.

“Are you fucking serious?” he snarls. “How could you let them beat the fuck outta you like that? Why didn't you run?”

You blink and stare at him in confusion for a minute, confused as to why he was so upset, until realisation dawns in your eyes.

He's scared… Scared of losing you.

You give him a crooked smile. “‘Cause you would’ve done the same thing. You would’ve fought back, the same as I did.”

He glares at you fiercely, his mouth opening as though to reply but no words seem to come out. “You’re an idiot.” He snaps after a while, and you grin.

“Takes one to know one.”

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #steve randle x reader #steve randle #dallas winston #johnny cade #the outsiders imagine #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #the outsiders headcanons #two bit mathews #darrel curtis #dally winston

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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02/03-04 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Reminder! UK Launch! Wee John Monday!; Cast & Crew Sightings; Day Of Damien Recap; New Nominations; StewAsACrew; S1 Rewatch Party; Tumblr Posts; Articles; Save OFMD Crew Mascot Jeff; Hoist the Ads Followup; Poison Into Positivity with a huge Donation; Morale/LoveNotes/Daily Darby all wrapped up in a Cameo from Rhys Darby Courtesy of @adoptourcrew

Heyyyyyyyy I'm back! I had a great day off-- ty for all the lovely well wishes! Annnnnnnd holy moly did I miss some stuff only being gone ONE DAY. I'm trying to catch up so apologies if you've already heard this or if I'm missing anything! Thank you to @sgtblackbirdpie for keeping me up to date on some stuff while I was out!

= Reminders for Tomorrow! =

= UK Launch! =

Reminders from our lovely @lamentus1!

We'll be tweeting #RewatchAsACrew #OurFlagBBC in addition to the usual #AdoptOurCrew #SaveOFMD

Season 2 will start at 10pm on Monday Feb 5, so that’s 5pm ET and 2pm PT.

If you are outside the UK and want to help support the launch, you can connect with a VPN using these instructions also @reallygoodplants has a great post on how to do so here on tumblr as well

= Wee John Monday! =

EDIT: Important update! Time is at 2130 UK time for the first new Wee John Monday! This will be one time only to try and start up before the show airs. Thank you @atomicruinsperfection for this info!!

Wee John Monday! Want to have your questions answered tomorrow during the show? You can go a few different places to do so: Discord / Twitter / Instagram

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

Our lovely captain decided to put himself up for Cameos at $499 a pop. If you're flush with cash and interested, feel free to check out Rhys Darby's Cameo.

I didn't put it here because it fits in the Moral/Love notes section--- but a fan GOT ONE OF THESE for themselves and all of us in the crew. Jump down to the very bottom for a love note from Rhys As well.

= Nathan Foad BTS =

Nathan Foad posted a bunch of new BTS in honor of s2 coming out in the UK tomorrow! Samba and Vico added a bunch of those to their IG stories as well. There were LOTS of pictures and videos, so many that I can't include them all. Here's a side post with a bunch of photos, but if you want to see them all, please visit Nathan Foad's IG Stories.

=Day of Damien 02/03 =

Our lovely Damien Gerard really felt the love yesterday! Everyone sent love notes, gifts, and generally tried to celebrate our lovely friend on Day Of Damien and it made his night. He sent us lots of kitties pics and videos in return.

= NEW NOMINATIONS =

Our Flag Means Death has been nominated for the 28th Art Director's Guild Awards for a Half-Hour Series!

= Stew As A Crew / S1 Re-Watch party! =

Soooo many people came out for the S1 Re-Watch Party and also Stew As A Crew! Keeping that engagement going across all the platforms! I tried to highlight several but there were so many more!

=S1 Rewatch Party=

Everybody came back out for the S1 Watch Party to help support S2 being aired for the first time tomorrow in the UK! Some highlights!

== Tumblr Posts ==

Don't Stream on Max - by @iamadequate1 is absolutely a must read. They did some SERIOUSLY amazing analysis and data collecting on all the shows max has cancelled recently.

== Articles ==

TV guide: 12 of the best new shows to watch, beginning tonight

Save “Our Flag Means Death” – Another Great Gay Series On The Chopping Block - From Feb 2

==Save OFMD Crew==

Save OFMD Crew have announced their mascot/ambassador-- JEFF! As you've been seeing in all their social icons. Check out their post here.

Hoist The Ads Follow Up

Since I keep seeing posts about hoist the ads being a scam again, I'm going to once again share the receipts for Hoist The Ads

Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram

== Poison Into Positivity ==

So yesterday, a bunch of people started receiving what looked to be scam from group called entertainmintco. We got notified by @adoptourcrew and @saveofmdcrewmates of it earlier in the day:

Warnings were sent out, and people from the leadership teams started getting serious with this group, but luckily it looks like it was a mistake that entertainmintco was willing to admit to.

They then put out a statement explaining the situation, and donated $1000 to an LGBTQIA+ Supportive NonProfit: Rainbow Railroad for the trouble they'd caused.

Annnd they also shared our petition!

So overall, everything turned out okay! Definitely a weird one! But $1000 donation to supporting LGBTQIA+? Fantastic! Seriously poision into positivity. Thank you @AdoptOurCrew, @saveofmdcrewmates, and @LCWebsXOXO especially for turning that scam into splendor!

Post Note: There's been some questions on if there's a focus group actually going on-- I don't believe so but I'm asking and will get back to you!

== Morale / Love Notes / Daily Darby ==

Now, I'm sure most of you have seen this by now because it's exploding everywhere, but just in case not, I am going to highlight it as the last thing for today.

@meowzawowza_ went out and got one of Rhys' Cameos for themselves and the crew-- ty @adoptourcrew for sharing it with us. I recommend watching them where ever you can because when I say my hope is renewed, I sincerely mean it.

There's nothing I or anyone else could say that would equal the impact of Rhys' message. Our captain sends his advice and love.

Tumblr / Twitter / Instagram For more on the unedited parts of the video, @meowzawowza_ gives more deets: @ofmd-ann has a thread you can view here

"Life keeps rock'n ... You can't have peaks without troughs...thank you so much for being you and being so supportive ... love you, bye crew"

#daily ofmd recap #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #rhys darby #adopt our crew #hoist the ads #save ofmd #save ofmd crew #ofmd #our flag means death #renew as a crew #save our flag means death #nathan foad #ofmd bts

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strgrlxox · 1 year

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cumming to your senses.

ꗃ i wrote this cause i thought the title was funny, joel looked hot in the pic, + i'm a whore ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ whatever expectations u may have going into this . . . lower them ꗃ

“there you go.” he coos from under you, a position you’d never thought he’d let you take. who would’ve thought all it would take was you admitting you love him for him to let you have your way with him…

he watches as you settle your knees on either side of his body, your hand reaching down to position his length at your entrance. you can’t help but moan at the stretch––no matter how many times he’s been inside you, you’re always stunned at just how well he fits inside you. you’re certain that he was fucking made for you.

“j-joel…” it’s all you can think about, all your thoughts are of him. his name, his hands, the taste of his lips still burning on your tongue, how he feels inside you. it’s him, it’s all him. joel joel joel.

“shh, it’s better now, isn’t it?” he places both his hands on your hips and guides you all the way down. a low groan leaving his and your mouths when you bottom out. “this what you needed?”

“mhm, thank you, joel. feels so good.” you want nothing more than to shut your eyes and marvel at the feeling of him but you force them open so you can watch the faces he makes.

you set a fixed rhythm, bouncing desperately against him. though his hands are on your hips, it’s more to make sure you don’t fall over rather than assist you. you rode him until your thighs began to ache and your stomach began to burn…then huffing when your rhythm falters. you send him a pleading look, silently asking him for aid.

“nuh-uh.” he smiles at the frustration on your face. “you wanna come? you do it yourself.”

you pout, shifting up on your feet. he almost cums on the spot, just from the image of you spread out on top of him.

“stop bein’ mean.” you place your hands on his chest to steady yourself. “know you wanna cum just as badly as i do.”

he smacks his lips, it takes all of his willpower not to immediately give into your lustful expression…knowing that you’re desperate for something only he could give you, knowing you trusted only him to make you come. looking at the hickies on your thighs, knowing that every part of you was his and every part of him was yours. hearing your sweet whines and hisses, feeling the way you clenched around him––practically begging him to fill you to the brim with his cum. knowing that you love him. if he didn’t have so much goddamn pride, he’d flip you over and fuck you into the mattress until you’re screaming for mercy.

“god, i wanna cum inside you, baby.” he can’t stop the sewage of incoherent pleas that tumble from his mouth. he’s barely aware of what he’s saying but his words give you enough motivation to fight your growing exhaustion and keep going.

“so cum inside me, joel. i want you to.” you smack your hips into his, eyes rolling at how deep he was inside you. “make me feel it tomorrow.”fuck it, fuck his stupid pride. you let out a pleased moan when he wraps his arms around your back, pulling your front to his chest as he thrusted into you. greedily, you press your lips to his, to taste moans.

#ꗃ%joel milˑ༄#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller blurb #joel miller fluff #ꗃ%jos library⤷✰

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kaminocasey · 5 months

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25 Days of Life Days: Day 6 - Making Fudge with Fox

Summary: You're horrible at cooking and baking, but Fox loves a good teaching moment.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Maybe slightly suggestive?

A/N: I actually followed this recipe for Strawberry fudge that you can find here. It looks really good if you're interested in making it! If you do, send pics! <3

“Oh… this is bad.” You make a face when you bite into the fudge.

“Face it, cyare… I’m just better than you.” Fox smirks down as he whisks the ingredients for this meiloorun fudge and pours it into a pan before putting it into the cooler.

It sounds disgusting, but somehow, and quite surprisingly you might add, turned out incredible. Unfortunately, the batch you made turned out terrible. And you need about six more pans of this for your Life Day party tomorrow night.

“You knew when you married me, I couldn’t bake or cook.” You shrug, pouring the mix into the trash.

He chuckles, pulling you by your hips closer to him. “I did know that, and I find it just as endearing now as I did back then.”

“Liar.” You grin.

“I am no such thing. Now…” Fox spins you around so that you’re facing a new small bowl. “You’re gonna listen to me while I instruct you how to make this fudge.”

“Am I?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Don’t be a brat. Focus.” You can hear the smirk in his tone.

“Yes, sir.” You tease.

He places an arm on the counter so that you’re caged in and you find it hard to focus on anything but the warmth of your husband’s body against yours.

“Take the meiloorun extract and mix it with the pink dye.” He instructs, his commander's voice slipping through.

He knows what his commander's voice does to you. How are you supposed to focus now? But you do as he says, and pour the meiloorun extract with the pretty pink dye you picked out, stirring it until it has the right pink consistency. It didn’t have to be pink but your theme for the party is ‘Pink Life Day’ to which the other Corries apparently gave Fox a good teasing about.

“Good girl.” Fox murmurs, making you look up at him wide-eyed.

His smirk never leaves his face as he twists you so that you’re facing the saucepan on the stove. He hands you the butter, heavy cream, and vanilla flavoring to melt together.

“Now, add the sugar and keep stirring until it comes to a simmer.” His left hand wraps low down around your waist while his right hand helps guide your own while stirring.

It’s actually really cute. It’s been a few weeks since you’d gotten this kind of time together.

“Good.” He approves, removing the pan from the burner and then tossing in the white baking chips, stirring it a bit, and then covering it.

It should probably be embarrassing how much you crave his praise, even after being married for two years.

“Now we wait for three to four minutes.” He tells you, pushing you back against the counter away from the heat of the stove and cages you in again.

“I could think of something to do for three to four minutes.” You tease.

He playfully brushes your nose with his. “Behave.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you for doing this with me.”

His playful smile turns soft, admiration for you clear in his eyes. Even on the days that you don’t see each other, you know that your love for each other could never be questioned. You truly are happy. And even if he works ungodly hours, he is too.

“I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, cyar’ika.” He brushes his lips over yours.

You stand there catching up on your day, still comfortable in your embracement, until it's time to add the marshmallow fluff.

“Okay now pour about three-fourths of the fudge into this pan.” He places the lined pan in front of you for you to pour the fudge into. “And then, we’ll take the last fourth and add the meiloorun extract in.”

You do as he says and then he shows you how to make the swirly patterns he did for the last two batches. He makes it look so easy but your half comes out more curly than swirly.

“It’s perfect. I promise.” He tilts your chin up toward him when you start to look slightly discouraged.

“Thanks.” You sigh.

“And if any of my vod give you osik about it, I’ll put them on fresher duty for the rest of the year.” He shrugs, smirking.

Your chest clenches in the way it does when he gets even remotely protective of you. You truly couldn’t ask for a better husband. They just couldn’t exist.

“Tomorrow will be perfect… As long as we get to be together.” He kisses you once more before putting the fudge into the cooler.

And he’s right. Because that’s what Life Day’s really about.

TAGS: @twistedstitcher27 @rebel-finn @rexandechosandwich @madameminor @dumfanting @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @brynhildrmimi @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @arctrooper69 @rexxdjarin @padawancat97 @hated-by-me @sleepingsun501 @idledreams @redheadgirl @themcuwriter @ashotofspotchka @sunshinesdaydream @crosshairsimp73 @ariadnes-red-thread @rosmariner @heyitsaloy @starstofillmydream @high-ct5555 @echos-girlfriend @sleepywych @nekotaetae @justanothersadperson93 @aconstructofamind @book-of-baba-fett @chopper-base @palliateclaw @501st-rexster @dead-poolz @nahoney22 @where-is-my-mind-tho @jediknightjana @erishimoon @witching3 @queen-of-many-fandoms @wizardofrozz @burningfieldof-clover @rebelsriley

#25 Days of Life Day #25 Days of Life Day 2023 #Commander Fox #Commander Fox x reader #tcw fox x reader

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lukeevangelista · 1 year

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if u have time, can u do luca apologizing to reader cause of that fight. i lone angst but i need closure

Jealousy - L. Fantilli (blurb - part two)

Only bc I was an ass for ending it like I did, here’s part two

I’ve used the pic before but I love it so I’m using it again- sue me

Part one

“Lu,” you hiccuped into the phone, “Can you come get me?” You asked, “I don’t think I should drive home.”

“Y/N, are you drunk?” He asked, letting out a sigh- knowing he shouldn't have let you go back into the house; no matter how pissed you were at him.

At least you'd be home or with him and safe. Not in some frat house with lord knows who.

“No.” You giggled into the phone before you had the phone snatched from you by Rutger, who you were still hanging out with.

“I know you’re not happy with either of us, but she’s with me. Absolutely wasted, but she’s safe.”

“I’m on my way Ruts,” Luca sighed, “And Rutger?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for keeping an eye on her and keeping her safe while I’m not there.” “Always, she's my friend too.”

“You’re here! You came back for me!” You drunkly shouted as you tried to stand up, Luca and Rutger both grabbing an arm as you almost fell over.

“Woah, steady there.” Luca chuckled as he steadied you, making sure you weren't going to trip over your feet again, “Are you ready to go home?”

“Are you still mad at me?” Luca didn’t answer as he tried to guide you out of the house once again. He didn’t know how he felt. He knew he was still mad about how you acted about all of it, but he also knew you’d never do anything to hurt him; let alone with one of his best friends and teammates.

Luca helped you into the car, quickly buckling you in. He went to pull his body out, but you grabbed the chain he was wearing pulling you towards him as you pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“I love you and thank you for coming to get me.”

He gave you a soft grin before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll always come get your drunk ass.”

He shut the door, quickly rounding to the other side to get and tried his fastest to get you home.

Luckily, the party wasn't too far from where you were staying for the school year. Luca walked you inside, helping you get ready for bed.

It didn’t take long as he helped get you changed, your makeup off, and your teeth half assed brushed before he helped you pop your retainers in before guiding you to your bed.

“Are you staying?” You mumbled, slowly starting to sober up. You were starting to remember things, the fight and Luca picking you up coming back to your memory.

“Of course, I’m not leaving you alone.”

You swiftly gave him a nod as he grabbed some sweatpants from his drawer he had at yours, quickly changing and getting into bed on the side that was self proclaimed as his.

“I don’t understand why you don’t trust me.” You half drunkenly stated, “I trust you; even when you’re on the road and have girls throwing themselves at you in your DM’s.” you whispered, “It was your friend I was talking to. Our friend. Us trying to do something nice for you.”

“Go to bed baby.” Luca said, “Well talk about this tomorrow.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arms pulling you to his bare chest.

“I wanna talk about it now.” You whispered into his chest, “I love you soooo much and I’d never do anything to hurt you like that. There could be a million people in the room and the only person I’d see is you. No one else.” you stated, “You’re all I want- no one else.”

“I know sweetheart.” Luca said as you felt his arms tighten around you as you opened up to him.

“Then why don’t you trust me?” You asked as you felt your lip slightly quiver. If there was one thing you and Luca knew about you, it’s that you were a sappy and sad drunk.

“I trust you!” he said, trying to put out the fire before it got worse.

“Clearly you don’t.” you whispered as you felt his hands run through your hair, trailing down your arm and back up; something he would do that would always calm you down.

“i don’t wanna lose you, you’re an absolute babe and you could do so much better than me.” he said, diverting eye contact with you. He admitted something that he had never said out loud to you ever and he didn’t know how you were going to react. Whether you were going to agree and tell him to leave or what, but he should have known that wouldn’t be the case. He was just overthinking it all.

“You’re it for me Luca,” You started as you leaned up, “There’s no one else in the world I’d rather be with. No one else I’d rather love on or argue with. You’re it. Just you.”

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thelittolpinkstudent · 2 months

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hello, hello! i’m very proud of myself today for my productivity level 😊 although i had a late start today, i was still able to get a lot done so there’s more time for creative endeavors this weekend! i’m planning on making my march bullet journal spread and a stuffed animal hammock.

today’s to do:

✅ german homework

✅ finish clinical trials assignment

✅ guided reading 13

✅ public health current event 5

✅ write up of oral health talk i attended on wednesday

in the works for tomorrow:

⬜️ guided reading 14

⬜️ make my study guide for my anthropology midterm

i had a really great therapy session today, and i’m having another one on monday i’m looking forward to since we’re using a different approach i’ve never tried before. sometimes, having a therapist new to the profession is interesting because she’s always bringing in new ideas in discussing my issues. i also made my way to the college bookstore so i could get some minor hygiene products (dry shampoo) and flash cards to study for midterms with.

today’s gratitude: getting caught up on my work so i can relax a bit, even with midterms coming up! getting the homework for in between moments is important in helping me feel less stressed about big exams

days until spring break: 14 (two weeks!)

additionally, from here on out, i will be using a personal study tag so you can track my daily progress if interested! i don’t reblog a lot, but it’s helpful for organizing my blog for me anyways 😅 also, i’m trying to add a picture or gif every day to my posts, but because i honestly don’t take many pictures, it’s tumblr gifs and perhaps pinterest pictures. i’ll credit any pics that aren’t mine!

that’s all for now! i’ll update on monday with my progress over the weekend and, of course, my regular monday post. see you all on monday! 💕

#rye’s studies #studyblr #study aesthetic #study blog #study motivation #studyspo #college #university #productivity #spring 24

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i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me · 10 months

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Bella swan for the style guide thing🩷🩶

Sorry if that's boring lol love youuu

Its not boring at all!!! I just did a twilight re read the other weekend, so this is actually perfect, and ily too 🤍

Starting with the basics

We have these cream and purple long sleeved Henley tops. I don't think that she wears any other henleys, but I feel like they fit in well with her overall style, so I'm including them anyways

Where to buy: Hollister - Women's - henley long sleeve top in white. Tommy Hilfiger - Women's - Ribbed Slim Fit Henley Neck Top.

Bella really loves simple, warm outfits. She wears a lot of long sleeve jumpers in neutral colours

Where to buy: Hollister, Brandy Melville, Primark, Abercrombie and Fitch and

She typically pairs these jumpers and long-sleeves with skinny jeans of the dark wash variety

I personally love jeans from Hollister. They have a bunch that fit her exact style. Other places to buy jeans from include Brandy Melville, Calvin Klein, Diesel and Levi's. You can also look buy jeans from second hand shops too

Her plaid shirts are mostly green or dark blue and worn over plain tank tops. I refuse to buy any plaid shirt unless it comes from the mens section of a charity shops or my dad's wardrobe.

These are the closest copies I could find of the shirts she wears

www.etsy.com/ie/listing/1023881499/woolrich-vintage-plaid-dark-green-shirt?gpla=1&gao=1&.

https://ie.boohoo.com/oversized-checked-shirt/FZZ46821.htm (add an l to the end of it)

https://us.boohoo.com/brushed-oversized-check-shirt---/FZ (add a Z to the end of it)

https://www.llbean.ca/shop/Mens-Scotch-Plaid-Flannel-Shirt-Traditional-Fit/42272.htm (add and l to the end of it)

This is one of the few times we actually see Bella wear a dress (outside of formal events) and its basically just like her normal style.

https://www.prettylittlething.ie/grey-marl-long-sleeve-bodycon-dress.htm (add and l to the end) is the closest dupe I could find for it

Now, her trusty brown and tan jackets. They're definitely some of my fav clothes from the movies and I unironically own a few like these. She wears a few different ones in a variety of different shades and materials. I recommend searching up the closest description for each one to get the desired item.

https://www.themoviefashion.com/product/twilight-swan-bella-slimfit-leather-jacket (add a /)

https://suitingstyle.com/product/bella-swan-black-leather-jacket (add a / )

These are both exact replicas but I'd be careful ordering off of those sites and make sure to read reviews on trip advisor and such

creds to kristenstewartu on Instagram for the pic (I cropped it so you only see the shoes)

Bellas shows are mostly black boots (she wears some basic trainers in the first movie) and heels. I'd recommend these:

New Look - Women's Wide Fit Black Suedette Block Heel Court Shoes

Rocket Dog Womens Sidestep Boots Black

Bella has lovely long brown hair with reddish undertones. She wears it slightly wavy and usually just left out without putting it up. It closely matches the shade 'Chocolate Touch' by Wella hair products.

Hope you like the guide @izzy444angel and I'm doing the Bella Hadid one for you now xoxo it's past midnight where I am so I won't get it done until tomorrow, but it's coming 🩷🩷🩷🤎🤎🤎

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punchdrunkdoc · 1 year

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Part 2, Chapter 4

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

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TW: mention of suicide

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PART 2

Chapter 4

Matt spent the rest of the week trying something new.

Instead of scouring the city for dealers and information about the new drug, he started searching for victims instead. He followed ambulances and cop cars as they raced to the scenes of crimes; he scoped out hospitals and psychiatric facilities. He even visited morgues in the dead of night.

And he let his nose guide him.

If there was no sign of the drug, he moved on. But if there was a sign - if he picked up the tell-tale acrid sent of the mystery compound - he detailed the nature of the crime or the medical condition of the person affected.

And a pattern began to emerge - at least, according to Karen.

“There’s a clear clustering of cases,” she explained. The three of them - Matt, Karen and Foggy - were bent over a map of Hell’s Kitchen laid out on the conference table in their office. She’d marked all known incidences of the drug on the map and coded them with coloured pins: green for self harm, red for aggression or violence, and blue for medical illness. “You first started coming across this drug along the pier. But then it moved inland. Margaret was dosed near Balsley Park, but then the next set of victims were south of 49th street.”

Matt tried to visualise the spread of cases as Karen talked. He only ever viewed Hell’s Kitchen from the street level - or more accurately, the rooftop level. The city to him was a vertical jungle, a labyrinth of towers and negative spaces spread out before him.

So he flipped that view 90 degrees, until he was looking down, the maze becoming an orderly grid. And he started to see the pattern. “It’s almost a rectangle.”

“Yes!” Karen replied. “I mean, apart from a few outliers, that’s the way it’s looking.”

“Which means, the next set of cases will be in the vicinity of the convention centre.” Matt’s heart started pounding with anticipation. After weeks and weeks of fruitless searches and dead ends, he finally felt like he was on to something.

Until Foggy dumped a bucket of metaphorical cold water over his theory. “Or it could be further south, outside Hell’s kitchen. Or west. Or somewhere completely random. We don’t have enough information to make that call.”

“Foggy’s right,” Karen said. “We need more data.”

“More victims, you mean,” Matt growled. “More innocent people being dosed against their will.” He slapped his hands against the table in frustration and started pacing. “How long am I supposed to just stand around and catalogue all this without doing something.”

“You are doing something,” Foggy protested. “Because of all this cataloguing - as you call it - we’re miles closer to solving this thing. And it is we, Matt. You’re not in this alone.”

It was true. While he was finding cases by hunting through the city at night, Karen and Foggy we’re trawling through news reports and hitting up their sources in the police precinct and emergency departments.

Calina was helping too. She was using her considerable intellect and research skills to learn about biochemistry and something called pharmacodynamics in order to try to determine the nature of the drug.

Maybe it was time to bring the whole group together on this.

“We should continue this at my place tomorrow. Calina…she’s, um, been working on this too.”

He sensed Foggy and Karen exchange a look, but he didn’t know how to interpret it. Were they apprehensive about spending time with an ex-Widow? Or were they looking forward to meeting her - Karen for the first time, and Foggy for the first time properly?

Either way, they agreed to his suggestion, and the plan was set for them all to reconvene at his place in 24 hours. And Matt was left to spend another night on the streets as a passive observer of the horrendous violation that was taking place in his city - reduced to logging the details of the crimes that he should be stopping.

He hated it.

Even though he understood the necessity, he still hated it.

And he wasn’t the only one railing against the unfairness of their situation. When he landed on his rooftop past midnight, he found Calina pacing the shadowed concrete space.

And he was instantly concerned about what it meant. “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked. She hadn’t had a bad dream - as far as he knew - all week. Not since the night he’d slept apart from her.

Since then, they’d shared the bed every night. There were no more shy invitations from her, or anxious deliberations on his part. It was just an unspoken arrangement - when he came home after patrolling, he stripped out of his Daredevil suit, put on a fresh t-shirt and sweats, and slid into his side of the bed.

She’d usually be awake, hovering on the edge of awareness, as if waiting for him to return before succumbing to sleep. And she usually succumbed pretty quickly once he was beside her.

As did he.

And they both slept soundly and peacefully through the night, neither plagued by nightmares or insomnia.

They would start the night on their respective sides of the bed, but when they woke in the morning, he was usually holding her, spooned up close behind her with his arm around her waist and one leg wedged between hers.

That was another unspoken thing they steered clear of discussing.

“No,” Calina relied softly. “No nightmare.”

“So what’s wrong?” He took off his mask and smoothed down his hair. Then he sat beside her on the metal vent.

She shrugged. “I guess I was just feeling cooped up. I haven’t left the apartment in seven days. I needed some air.”

It was a reasonable explanation - God knows, he would be climbing the walls in her place. “I know it sucks. But its the safest option-”

“For how long?” There was a bite of anger in her voice. “How long am I supposed to hide away from the world?”

“You know Yelena and the other Widows are working on finding the people behind your reactivation. Once they do, you can go back to living your life. You-”

“No. I’m sick of this. I don’t believe there’s a threat in the city. Or if there is, its not sat outside our building waiting for me to walk out the front door.”

“Okay,” he said, not used to her sounding so agitated. Every night this week she’d greeted him with a home cooked meal and a smile. She’d asked about his day and updated him on her research into his problem. And selfishly, he’d accepted it all without thinking much about her problem.

He’d just enjoyed…playing house with her.

God, he could be such a inconsiderate bastard at times.

“I’m not keeping you hostage, Calina,” he continued. “If you think its safe to start venturing outside - and if you think you’re fit enough to handle what might come - then I’m not going to stop you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why do you have to be so goddam…reasonable?”

Matt shrugged. "I guess its the lawyer in me."

She didn't laugh at his joke. She just sighed, and conceded his point about her fitness. "My knee and elbow are a lot better. But if I was forced to run right now - or defend myself - it wouldn’t go well.”

“So just give it a few more days. Rushing back into the world is not worth the risk. And even if its a relatively small risk, I’d feel better if you don’t take it yet.” He swallowed sharply, remembering the events of last Friday night. “I don’t ever want to see you like that again. I hated it.”

“I hated it too,” she whispered.

He bumped his shoulder against hers and tried to make her smile. “And I’m not sure I could take you down a second time. You’re a hell of a fighter.”

She didn’t smile. Instead, her arms tightened around her, as if she was struggling to hold herself together. “If it ever happens again, I won’t take that chance.”

The defeat in her voice scared him. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a few minutes of awareness, before the serum takes hold. Before it fully drags you under. I’ll use those minutes wisely.”

His stomach fell at the meaning behind her words. “Calina…”

“I was under that control for most of my adult life, Matt. And I’ve seen what its like from the other side, as well. I won’t ever let it happen again. I won’t ever allow myself to become that…soulless killer again. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop it. To…end it.”

She turned away from him to gaze out over the cityscape. But he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, the desperate panic he felt spilling from his lips. “No! Calina, no. Don’t even think about that.”

He moved his hands up to gently grasp her face.“I will always find you, do you hear me?” he pleaded. “I will always find you, and I will always bring you back to yourself.”

She tried to pull away, but he held her firmly. “Callie, please! Please, tell me you won’t hurt yourself. Trust me to save you. Please.”

She stopped resisting. And sighed. “Okay. Okay, Matt.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

It sounded like the truth. And her steady heartbeat made it seem like an honest pledge. But he knew he couldn’t trust that when it came to Calina. For the first time in a long time, he wished he could see. He had the sense that if he could lock eyes with her, and stare into her soul, he would be able to find out the whether she was lying or not.

And he’d be able to convince her to trust him.

But that was an impossible wish. Instead, he took her hand and led her down the stairs into the apartment. And when they crawled into bed together, he didn’t stick to his side of the mattress. He didn’t keep his distance from her - because it felt like she was the one keeping him at arm’s length tonight.

And he hated it. He had the irrational fear that she would disappear in the night, slip out of his life like an apparition.

So he fitted himself against her back and pulled her into the crook of his body with a strong arm around her waist.

“Matt?” she whispered, obviously confused at the break in their routine.

“Shhh,” he whispered back. “Go to sleep.”

He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in her scent…then held her as they both drifted off.

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Calina smoothed the blanket on the back of the arm chair, and straightened the books on the coffee table. She bit her lip as she survey the apartment for anything else that was out of place.

She felt oddly nervous.

But it was better than the strange melancholy she’d been plagued with the last couple of days. The feeling of being trapped and helpless. The feeling that had led her to the rooftop last night, where she had confessed her contingency plan to Matt - the plan for if the worst ever happened again.

She hadn’t made the decision lightly - which meant she wasn’t sure she could keep the promise she’d made to Matt to not go through with it. But he’d sounded so desperate last night, so afraid for her, that she’d ended up telling him what he wanted to hear.

Maybe it was the Catholic in him - and his fear for her eternal soul if she took her own life. Or maybe it was his guilt speaking. He felt such a huge, misplaced sense of responsibility for everything that went wrong in this city - he was bound to feel responsible for her as well. And she would hate to add to his burden, but her fear of ending up under someone’s control again trumped every other consideration.

That fear had been growing all week. Slowly creeping up on her at odd moment throughout the day, catching her off guard with feelings of panic and unease. She tried to chalk it up to cabin fever. She tried to convince herself that it would disappear once she was back to fighting fitness and out in the world again...

But she wasn’t sure. It felt like the events of last Friday had broken something in her. Something that might never be fixed.

Luckily, she’d had a good distraction from those troubling thoughts - investigating Matt’s mysterious drug. Which his friends were coming over to discuss.

Here.

Any minute now.

Hence the nerves.

Which, typically, Matt picked up on. She wondered what was giving her away. Was it her fluttering heart? Her shaky breaths. Or just some quirk of her neurochemistry. “Relax, Calina. They’re not coming here to judge your cleaning skills. Believe me, they’ve seen this apartment in a much worse state.”

“I know. I just…” want to make a good impression. Matt’s friends were so important to him. She wanted them to like her. In fact, it felt vital that they like her.

Before she could finish her sentence, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in, guys,” Matt called.

Foggy was the first to enter the living room, his wide smile not quite masking the wariness in his eyes. She didn’t blame him; the last time he’d come through that door he’d found her locked in combat with his friend, the two of them bloodied and thrashing on the floor.

Then he’d helped restrain her.

She held up her hands and wriggled her fingers. “No handcuffs this time.”

She’d been aiming for a joke. A way to lighten the mood and address the elephant in the room at the same time. But Foggy just frowned at her in confusion.

Matt jumped in to explain. “Um, Calina is still working on her jokes.”

“Yeah,” Calina said. “Sorry.”

Foggy laughed and awkwardly patted her on the shoulder. “No problem. I just hope you’re not taking humour lessons from Matt.”

“Hey, I’m funny,” Matt protested.

“Sure you are.” The response came from the woman behind Foggy. “We laugh at you all the time.”

The woman took a step closer to Calina and held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Karen.”

Calina shook her hand “Calina. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Calina sized the other woman up. It was an ingrained habit - born of a lifetime of being pitted against other females - and one that she wished she could break. She wanted to be friends with Karen. She didn’t want to see her as competition.

But as she assessed the other woman, she felt stirrings of…envy.

Karen Page was beautiful. She was tall - an inch or so taller than herself - with long, silky blond hair, and big blue eyes. But it wasn’t her superficial looks that Calina coveted. It was the sense she got that Karen was comfortable in her own skin; the sense that she knew who she was, and moreover that she liked that person.

It was something that Calina struggled with on a daily basis.

She was also so comfortable around Matt and Foggy, which only added to Calina's sense of envy. She smiled freely around them and joked easily. She made herself at home in Matt’s apartment, grabbing a glass of juice from the fridge before taking a seat at the dining table.

And when they moved on to discussing the mystery of the drug, she took the lead in summarising the case.

Calina stashed away her feelings of jealousy, and concentrated on the data being laid out. This was much more important than her petty insecurities. This drug was altering people's brain chemistry and making them act out of character - something she knew a thing or two about.

And something she'd been researching all week.

"I might have something," Calina said after Karen finished filling her in on the geographical spread of the cases. Matt raised his eyebrows in response. Foggy sat up straighter, and Karen smiled at her encouragingly.

"I don't think we're dealing with a drug in the conventional sense. I've been looking into why there's been no trace of a foreign compound in any of the victim’s blood work."

"Our forensic toxicologist talked about that on the witness stand," Karen interjected. "He theorised that the current tandem mass spectrometry panels aren't calibrated for novel compounds."

"That's true. They can't tell you about the composition of novel drugs - but they should still register spikes for unknown compounds. And there was nothing in Margaret Posen's results to indicate there was anything in her system. The toxicology results for the other victims were clean too."

“So…?” Karen asked.

“So I started to ignore the toxicology.” Calina shuffled through her papers, and pulled out several printed sheets that she’d highlighted earlier in the week. She laid them out on the table. “Instead I concentrated on the lab work for the victims admitted to hospital.”

She pointed at the first page. “This is the CSF result for Steven Cho. He was admitted to Metropolitan General last week with a delirium-like episode. As part of his work up, they did a lumbar puncture and sampled his cerebrospinal fluid. They were looking for signs of meningitis to explain his symptoms, but found only increased levels of glucose, which they dismissed.”

She moved on to the next page. “This is the urinalysis for Miriam Giles. She presented with extremely high blood pressure and a racing heart. They were suspicious for a type of adrenal tumour that can cause those symptoms, so they checked her urine looking for catecholamines. It was positive - but there was no tumour on her MRI scan.”

Calina pointed to page after page showing abnormal results, explaining each one as she went. Then she summed it up. “In isolation, all of these abnormal results can be ignored. But I had the benefit of knowing that all these patients are linked. And when you know that, you start to understand what you’re dealing with.”

“Which is…?” Foggy asked, looking completely baffled.

“Fight or flight.”

Matt leaned forward in his seat and cocked his head. “Fight or flight? You mean like an adrenaline surge?”

“Yes. The catecholamines that were in Miriam’s urine were specifically epinephrine and norepinephrine - otherwise known as adrenaline and noradrenaline. It all fits - the increased glucose levels, the high heart rate-”

“But I would have detected the increased adrenaline on these people,” Matt countered.

“Not necessarily. You've said it yourself - the smell of the compound is overwhelming. Maybe it's strong enough to mask the effects.”

The three faces staring back at her still looked sceptical, so Calina continued to lay out her case. “It doesn’t just explain the blood work - it explains all the different behaviours these people exhibited.” She pointed to Karen’s colour-coded map. “It’s called fight or flight for a reason. How you respond to the stimulus of intense fear and anxiety depends on the type of person you are.”

Karen nodded, suddenly seeing the threads linking the different cases. “So one person might respond by jumping off a building-”

“Taking the ‘flight’ part a bit too literally,” Foggy commented.

Karen groaned and rolled her eyes. “Another person might try to fight it - turning their fear outwards.”

“Like Margaret Posen,” Matt chimed in. “She’d been pushed to the brink by the abuse of her ex-husband, and when faced with that fear again she snapped and fought back.”

Calina nodded. “There’s also research that suggests excessive adrenaline has similar effects to certain stimulants - causing paranoia, hallucinations, violence and unexpected physical strength.”

“The hallucinations would explain why Margaret mistook an innocent women for a threat. And it would explain the behaviour of those thugs terrorising the bar.”

“And then the last group - the ones whose bodies couldn’t handle the effects. Their hearts give out under the strain or their blood vessels burst.”

“Like the truck driver I came across,” Matt added. “The autopsy result said he had a burst aneurysm in his brain.”

“Holy shit,” Foggy breathed. “It really does all fit.”

“But why wasn’t the adrenaline picked up on the drug screen,” Karen asked.

“Because like I said at the start, we’re not dealing with a conventional drug. There’s no exogenous adrenaline in these people’s systems. They’re making their own adrenaline in response to something. Something that doesn’t show up on blood tests or toxicology assays.”

“What could do that?” Matt asked.

“Pheromones,” Calina answered. “These people are being hit with fear pheromones. And its triggering a massive, mind-altering fight or flight response.”

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(To any other doctors (or toxicologists!) reading - yes, I know, the science is a bit fudged. Creative license!)

Chapter 5.

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