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Ink on Tanned Skin

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x tattoo artist!reader Faceclaim: Mitra Yosri

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inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn All set up in the new studio @/highsocietytattoomelbourne! Come by and visit me!

Books are now open for February and March. Email me: [email protected] to get a spot! Can't wait to meet everyone!

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thenewclassic RUNNING

inkby.yn RUN FASTER

thehughjackman Finally! Been looking forward to this for longer than I am willing to admit.

inkby.yn You're gonna have to wolverine a few people if you don't hurry

chrishemsworth I'll bring you those Lamingtons you love if you get me in before Hugh

inkby.yn @/thehughjackman Now it's a competition

inkedmag 👀 New spotlight coming soon

inkedmag Melbourne, Australia

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inkedmag First spotlight of February 2024 goes to Yn Yln, @/inkby.yn at @/highsocietytattoomelbourne! Yn is a Melbourne based artist specializing in Blackwork, Florals, and Geometric.

Full spotlight article and interview dropping Wednesday 2/7 at 12 AEST on inkedmag.com and Inked Magazine's YouTube Chanel!

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hanzloch_tattoo Got a blank space... looks like I'm booking a flight!

thenewclassic That's my girl!!!!

highsocietytattoomelbourne Come see her in action! Yn's books are open for February and March now!

inkby.yn Such an honor! Thank you, @/inkedmag for this opportunity!

inkedmag Thank you for inviting us into your space!

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn Just a little one to get started in the new space. Thank you to everyone who has booked with me so far!

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inkie How does she manage to take the simplest designs and make them look so stunning 😭

tattooproblems I would well my left kidney to get a tattoo from her

chrishemsworth Counting down the days

inkby.yn I'm expecting those Lamingtons, Hemsworth. Don't disappoint me chrishemsworth This reads like a threat thehughjackman It is

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn All I wanted was a picture of the tattoo and he insisted on posing. What a poser this one

Thank you @/chrishemsworth for my Lamingtons and for coming to visit me! Still have a few spots open for March! Email me: [email protected] to book!

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chrishemsworth Thank you for doing this one for me!

inkby.yn Keep bribing me and I'll do all your tattoos

inkie Yn + Chris Hemsworth = I'm dead

tattooproblems So real bestie

thehughjackman My turn next!

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn When your client gives you free reign >>>

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hanzloch_tattoo The best feeling ever

inkedmag Angelic 😇

inkie I would let her tattoo literally anything she wanted on me

danielricciardo Melbourne, Australia

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danielricciardo Nice way to start the weekend! Thank you to @/inkby.yn for adding to my collection! Now we're ready to start the weekend 👊

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inkby.yn Thank you for coming to visit! Come back soon!

danielricciardo Hope you enjoy the rest of the weekend!

lewishamilton Danny I'm blaming you for the fact that I now have the ink bug

danielricciardo Lucky for you I know a fantastic artist inkby.yn You flatter me, Ricciardo

dannyricsthightat This is not a drill, we have a new Danny Ric tat

holatodos I'm Not Okay

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn Got out of the shop for a field trip this weekend. Thank you @/danielricciardo and @/redbullracing for an incredible experience!

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danielricciardo Thank you for coming!

inkby.yn No better teacher than you were!

redbullracing Just a little longer and we would have had Christian convinced to pay you a visit in the shop

inkby.yn Shucks, guess I'll just have to come again danielricciardo Now that I can get behind maxverstappen1 Yn I have a jet you can come every weekend if you want if it means Christian gets a tattoo danielricciardo I got Zak to get one, I can get Christian to get one

dannyricsthightat This is a matchup I have been waiting my entire life for

danielricciardo Suzuka, Japan

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danielricciardo Taking in the sights and sounds before the weekend gets going

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landonorris Who's that guy in the picture with you he's pretty handsome

danielricciardo Meh landonorris 🤯

redbullracing You didn't bring us back any sushi? 😥

danielricciardo My most sincere apologies I shall find some way to make it up to you

dannyricsthightat How is it possible for a man to be so cute and so hot at the same time

landonorris Ikr, I look good danielricciardo In your DREAMS dannyricsthightat Did I just start a grid fight

inkby.yn Tokyo, Japan

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inkby.yn So grateful to have expanded my horizons this weekend! Off to explore

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hanzloch_tattoo We gotta take a field trip together at some point

inkby.yn The sheer power we would posses hanzloch_tattoo Unstoppable

inkedmag We love it when our artists expand their horizons! Never stop!

tattooproblems The way that she can literally do anything and it comes out perfect EVERY TIME

danielricciardo Shanghai, China

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danielricciardo Yet another great weekend! Huge congrats to Max and Checo for that finish

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maxverstappen1 Result purely possible because of our number one cheerleaders

danielricciardo Cheerleaders plural? Are you cheating on me Verstappen?? maxverstappen1 I said what I said

redbullracing Danny, do I need to be concerned for my job? Are you going to become the official team photographer?

danielricciardo Not if you convince Christian to keep up the catering

dannyricsthightat This man has been looking unfairly good recently

holatodos My spidey senses are tingling...

inkby.yn Shanghai, China

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inkby.yn That's the end of my art tour! Shanghai has been wonderful, one of my favorite places now. This dragon will be a part of my flash day when I get back on May 1st. Email me: [email protected] to claim your spot and this dragon! Would love to do it one someone's spine!

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hanzloch_tattoo If you weren't in Australia...

inkby.yn As if you have more room anyway hanzloch_tattoo Ssshhhhhh

chrishemsworth You were in Shanghai and you didn't tell me????

inkby.yn You forgot the Lamingtons last time you stopped by that's just rude, Hemsworth. This is payback

inkie Hey Siri, how much are flights to Melbourne...

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn Trying out a different medium for the night 👩‍🎨

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hanzloch_tattoo A braver woman than I

inkby.yn You could have just stopped that at 'braver' and it would have meant the same thing danielricciardo She got ya on that one

chrishemsworth I'm stealing this idea

inkby.yn It's all yours, Dad holatodos Danny Ric gotta be shaking in his boots at dating Chris Hemsworth's pseudo daughter

dannyricsthightat I cannot believe that Twitter thread was right...

holatodos Who was right... I was right.

danielricciardo Melbourne, Australia

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danielricciardo Much needed weekend off

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landonorris How come you've never made heart shaped pizzas with me...

danielricciardo Get better inkby.yn He got ya on that one

maxverstappen1 Daniel do you have something to tell me

danielricciardo There's good wine in Australia

dannyricsthightat Heart shaped pizzas... he really is the perfect man isn't he

holatodos I. Called. It.

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn A nice and easy one to finish up June. Taking a weekend off, then I'll be back to the grind! Can't wait for everyone to come into the shop!

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danielricciardo I hear a pretty cool guy said that once

inkby.yn Almost like I have the best inspiration

hanzloch_tattoo THAT LINE WORK ARE YOU KIDDING

holatodos SHE TATTOOED. ONE OF. HIS QUOTES. Okay we're ready for the hard launch now

danielricciardo Monaco

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danielricciardo Managed to pull this beautiful girl away from the shop for the weekend. Been an amazing few days with you, my love!

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inkby.yn Thank you for the wonderful weekend, darling!

danielricciardo Thank you for making it wonderful

landonorris Can Yn come to all the races she's more fun than you are

danielricciardo OUCH inkby.yn Lando knows what's up

maxverstappen1 Definitely my favorite garage guest of the season

dannyricsthightat I'm dying where can I find a love story like theirs

holatodos Aaaaand thank you, everyone, for coming to my TED Talk

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn This is what I get for trying to get some designs done in the garage

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danielricciardo Don't mind me just admiring the most beautiful work of art in the world

inkby.yn 🥰

chrishemsworth Family dinner is on Friday, don't be late. And I already know the schedule, there's no excuse

danielricciardo Yes, Mr. Thor 🫡 inkby.yn Daaaaaad

landonorris I have literally never seen him look at anyone like this. Not even me

danielricciardo LandoooOOOOOO inkby.yn Stop it that's adorable I can't do this

holatodos I'm retired. I'm retiring. I'm retired.

dannyricsthightat Bow down to the queen everyone

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Eight-Thirty PM

CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!Reader (from It Had To Be You series)

Summary: Steve returns after a long business trip.

Warnings for smut. Yeah, it's not rocket science. They bang in the office. Yes, of course, on the desk. Yeah, up against the window, too. And a chair. And the floor. Look, it's just smut (with very light bondage, consensually unprotected sex, hint of marking kink, dirty talk, and the ever-expected fact that I'm going to hell). WC 3k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY. There's plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this work is not for you!

“Why are you still here?”

Your head shoots up from your tablet. You didn’t think he’d come back to the office. Steve’s plane landed only an hour ago, and after a grueling two weeks of flying around the world to five different countries, you thought you’d see him tomorrow after he’s slept off the jet lag.

Overnight bag in hand, your co-CEO and boyfriend is still wearing an overcoat and work suit from meetings on the other side of the Atlantic just twelve hours ago.

You’ve been in this office just as long, finishing up the odds and ends from new contracts.

Giving a quick shrug, you answer, “You know damn well I don’t leave until the day is done.”

He sighs dramatically in your doorway, giving a pointed glare to the clear night that has fallen outside. If he’s brought his bag all the way up though, Steve planned to work, too, the hypocrite.

“What’s left?” He drops his bag in the corner, the door automatically swinging shut, and walks to your side, planting one hand by your elbow and one on the back of your chair to peer at your screen.

For the last fifteen minutes, you’ve been scrolling mindlessly through news articles, dreading going to your empty apartment for one more night. You’d hoped Steve would call when he landed, ask you out to dinner, or immediately back to his place, so you waited and zoned out.

“Ah yes, pressing stuff,” he grumbles at your social media feed. “How dare I interrupt this?”

You drop your hands to your lap and spin toward him.

“How else am I supposed to keep you supplied with soothing yet hilarious animal memes?”

Steve hasn’t changed his lean over you, so his face is just there, within reach, but you hold firm.

He lifts the hand from the desk to stroke your cheek, voice like warm honey tea. “Of course. That makes sense.”

Like a magnetic dance of alignment, he shifts and so do you, forcing you to rise from your chair. Words don’t come to mind while Steve crowds your space, hands deftly finding your hips and petting—pushing, rather—you back towards your office window.

“Is this new? I like it.”

 The blouse you bought in Japan, the perfectly tailored pencil skirt is from Italy, and your ability to resist his presence was on loan. Time just expired.

His long fingers bunch the thick fabric of your bottoms higher and higher until your thinly veiled ass presses against the window for the whole world to see. Not that anyway cares; not that anyone can look in when you have an unobstructed view out to the water. You couldn’t care less when Steve is back.

He’s back, back here, back by your side, back against your body, a thin, reinforced pane of glass separating you both from a thirty-story, sheer drop. If you could shift your feet six inches farther, you’d be flying like a superhero above New York City.

That’s ridiculous. There aren’t people who can fly. Superheros don’t exist…but if they did…

Steve Rogers would be a prime specimen. He and his broad, stabilizing hands—the ones anchoring your hips to that precariously invisible wall, the ones suspending you between ecstasy and terror—would definitely classify as hero-level marvelous.

Your skin buzzes, alive and anticipating. Your mind drowns in the wave of rich, comforted by the scent flooding the air around you.

That damn soap.

Those broad hands move up your sides, gripping so firm and hot your blouse wrinkles in their wake until his fingers finally reach the column of your neck. He replaces the grounding effect of pinning you with a deliberate thrust of his hips. His breath rolls between his fingers at your throat. The sensation brings you back from truly floating.

“Precious…”

Your leaden eyelids struggle to open. You hadn’t realized they were even closed. When he fills every sense, what’s lack of sight? He’s just so wonderful to feel, and he’s almost too glorious to behold: dark, blown pupils; tongue striping across his bottom lip; pristinely coifed hair slightly out of place in his rush to corner you.

You missed him. You missed this because this is Steve in your space, and he doesn’t invade. No. Steve enlightens the world around you. He lifts your work-weary soul up another thirty stories high and makes you believe that thing he’s always saying to you.

You’re amazing.

You sure as shit feel amazing when the first prickles of his beard scuttle across your jaw, the distance between you so minuscule now that you’re left with a void of all else but him and his oh-so-smooth, plush lips grazing yours.

With a shaky, deep breath and a sensual rasp to his voice, Steve starts, “So about the Cloutman contract…”

You almost laugh, but you almost slap him, too.

He just won’t quit. It really is so marvelously irritating.

“Shut up,” you huff into his mouth before taking hold of his lapels and making him.

You offer your best reciprocation of hot hands all over him, sliding beneath his coat and blazer to wrap his heaving chest and cling while he shrugs the layers off. Your tongues dance and slow. Your mouths suck and nibble. Your lips touch and tease.

You could not go on like this all night. You need each other after this long apart.

“Got any condoms in your office,” you ask during one break for air.

Steve freezes.

You didn’t actually anticipate the answer would be ‘no.’ Somehow, though he’s never dated much, though he’s rarely even touched you in the office these last two months of dating, you expected him to have…some sort of manly stash everywhere.

“Not in your bag?” you try.

Steve looks horrified, huffing, “You weren’t on the trip with me.” Why would he need condoms without you? his look continues silently.

You bite your lip and try not to laugh.

Door to door, the office to his place is over half an hour, the office to your place takes forty-five minutes on the best day, and to a drug store and back here would cost both twenty minutes and your dignity. You would never send a driver on that kind of errand, so you keep mulling over your options

Steve’s so disappointed, in mourning for his last moments before even more travel, running his fingers along the silky fabric of your blouse, the supple leather of your skirt, and the soft cotton of your panties.

“Maybe we should sit,” you suggest, thinking he’ll walk you over to one of the three chairs in the room, but Steve plunks his ass down right on his coat pooled atop the carpet. 

He pulls you into his lap, hands still roaming your clothing. He seems resigned to staring at the sliver of your décolleté beyond your collar, and it’s natural to tease him by starting to unbutton it. Two weeks is too long to go without seeing that slack-jawed look of envy for the fabrics that are allowed to kiss your skin all day. He’s as ravenous as an addict before they fall right back off the wagon.

“Okay,” you say finally.

Steve absently repeats you, but you’re solid in your decision.

Last week was your period, there are no fluctuations in your cycle to concern you, and you even thought that was a lucky break while your new-ish boyfriend was away. Then the word’s meaning seems to dawn on Steve.

“Okay-okay?” He swallows thickly.

Your top is undone, so you start on his, pulling the Windsor knot loose from his neck and moving slowly.

“Oh-kay,” you repeat, button by button.

Steve inhales sharply through his nose. “Like okay we don’t have one?” His face exposes his thoughts tentatively, a spark of something akin to hope here, a flicker of darker desire there. “You want me to…” he puffs out his chest “…and then I’ll just—“

“—come inside me.”

“—pull out,” he finishes. “What?!” It’s the world’s smallest exclamation. All the air rushes out of him. His blue eyes shadow as if dusk hit the harbor in a sudden eclipse.

You push the crisp white shirt over his broad shoulders.

“Precious,” Steve breathes, “are you sure?” Once the sleeves are off his arms, he pets down his beard. “You…”

“Uh-huh.” You nod, sliding off the navy tie.

“You’re sure,” he says again, unconvinced, short-circuiting. “I never…”

You understand his hesitation, you really do, but Steve doesn’t have to become a broken record questioning your choices. It’s a reasonable call in your monogamous relationship, and if he fucking ruins this for you after waiting half a month for his return, you’re gonna…you’re gonna…get ideas.

Ideas like this one.

You take Steve’s hands in yours and start wrapping the tie around his wrists.

He says nothing. He doesn’t even look down. He just stares at your face as you concentrate on tying a couple of knots on the makeshift binding and glance back up at him. He keeps his hands together, suspended between your bodies, unwilling to move yet.

So you keep working.

You undo his belt and unzip his pants, watching his lips fall open and the thoughts racing behind his eyes slow down. It’s a hard reset—one making Steve harder and harder beneath your touch.

“Hey, Captain,” you husk, leaning into his paralyzed hands only to have him recoil in alarm, “whatcha thinking?”

His long fingers grip gently at your face, face close to yours. Steve licks across his lips excruciatingly slow. “Say it again.” 

“Fuck me.”

He growls, sweeping his arms over your head and pinning you to his chest. With ease, Steve rolls onto his knees and rises, carrying you until your ass hits the chilly wood of your desk. He drags his body between your wide legs.

“Say it again.”

He bends forward, forcing you to lay back with his bound hands cradling your head, heat surging down your body when his warm skin sits flush down your torso. 

With his lips latched just below your ear, you whisper in his, “I want you to come inside me.”

You feel his teeth graze your throat as Steve grunts involuntarily, ripping his hands out from under you and shoving down his pants and boxer briefs. He orders you to remove your panties, demands you unhook the front clasp of your bra, and presses his erection to your core. He praises your exposed beauty while shushing your incoherent whimpers. His arms push past your shoulders and settle beneath the small of your back, angling you perfectly for his cock to slide back and forth through your folds, his hips nudging that too-long neglected bundle of nerves.

No more long, solo business trips, you think before your mind blurs in the low lamp light, you won’t survive another absence.

He spreads your arousal between you for an agonizing eternity, swipe after swipe, making you cry out every time the head of him notches in just the right spot. He could be in you right now. He could be fucking your brains out. At least that would give you reason to be this stupidly cock-crazed already.

“Didn’t use to need it like this,” Steve mutters into the valley of your breasts. “Went so long without. Can’t now.” He nips at the swell of you. “Not a day—not a night without…wanting this.”

He’s slow to push the head in, having foregone stretching you on his fingers, but he lavishes your nipples with attention enough to have you mewling for more.

“…wanting you…”

You gasp as his edging progression throbs across your whole body. His thick length and dextrous tongue coax every thrill back to the side of pleasure that curls your toes and shakes your thighs around him. He thrusts shallowly before pressing deeper, bullying a nipple with strong suction as he struggles to control himself.

“Missed you. Missed you so much.”

It makes you soar to hear him so broken, unable to separate his need for your company from his need to bury himself in you, unable to rein in his raw, animalistic desire to fill you in any way.

Steve fights this nature.

He fights to be respectful. He fights to be appreciative. He fights to ensure you always feel seen as more than just a woman, but right at this moment, it is the greatest accomplishment of your career to override the genius mind of Steve Rogers and make him crumble in worship of your pussy.

When he’s fully seated within your walls, you shiver straight into his embrace.

“I love you,” you breathe, pulling your arms out from beneath his to card through his hair.

Steve whines at the intimacy, muttering how good you feel into your neck before finding you for a kiss.

“I love you, too.”

Your spit-slicked nipples graze his rough chest hair with every bounce of Steve’s frantic and increasingly wild thrusts. His excitement fuels yours, his moans turning to groans while your core heats up like a kettle on the cusp of whistling.

“Are you sure?” he asks, but he sounds so wrecked, so incapable of any rational thought that isn’t pure praise of you.

His huge hands cling to your shoulder blades. The bite of short fingernails barely registers on your sweating skin. All you can do is scream in warning.

Your body clamps down, fluttering a strong and desperate rhythm of its own against him.

“Oh fuck, precious,” Steve pants, hustling to move his arms back around to your front, pressing into your tight stomach, imagining the glide of his cock beneath his palms as he holds you still.

He’s lost and lust-drunk, focused on pumping you full of his cum and relishing the new sensation. His eyes shut, lashes kissing his cheeks, and his head lolls back in one last choked shout.

It’s so much wetter combined with you, so much nastier and possessive.

He kneads gently at your belly, still pushed in as deep as he can be, and lets out a breathy chuckle in utter, debauched bliss.

A second later, Steve easily twists out of the looped tie, tossing it in a heap beside you on the desk and petting every inch of you he can reach as he comes down.

His descending calm only sends you reeling.

You watch the corruption of man in 4K high definition as Steve succumbs to this new, greedy delight. You see the very moment it dawns on him that he’s a righteously common man—replete with vice he’s unlikely to recover from. His downfall keeps you floating on shockwaves like you’re in a mosh pit, his every expression pushing you back into the fog of orgasm.

You did this. You did this to him as much as he did this to you.

Eyes glazed and dark, Steve’s fingertips finally trace the joint of your hip.

The tickle makes you buck against him, knocking him back a little, and slowly, Steve does pull out entirely. He never lets go of you though.

His thumb finds your clit and starts up another leisurely pace. He sits his bare ass on your office chair and looks directly at your exposed sex, staring as the stimulation makes you clench.

 You hear the powerful man between your legs roll forward for a better view. 

You feel him leaking out of you and know he’s holding that gaze for a moment longer before yanking out a few tissues from the box in your drawer and wiping up what he can. He’s gentle, but he doesn’t have to be so slow to clean you. 

You expect that to be it.

He’s brought you back down—albeit teasingly,—returned from his trip to some feral, nomad land, and that’s likely the end of your romp at work with straight-laced, kind Steve Rogers. 

But his hot hand finds your calf, lifting your leg to drape over his shoulder. He doesn’t even wait until the other leg is moved into place before his lips lock around that sensitive nub still aching from attention.

He goes to town, particularly ravenous for more noise, pausing for long periods to caress and nuzzle the plush skin of your thighs. He whispers how he likes the smell of you two together, how it’s stronger, maybe because he’s been away, how you smell potent and ready for him, and he didn’t hurt you, did he? He just wanted you so bad. Needed you.

You lean into his new-found obsession, steadily rising high again, body and soul.

Did he like marking you? you ask. Will he keep thinking about it?

Will he want to keep you full and watch it overflow from you? 

Is he ready to fuck you again already?

Your words don’t even shame the golden boy begging to suffocate between your legs; they only encourage him. He has you gushing again in minutes. It takes longer for the sparking electricity of your high to dissipate than it did to build the charge.

He simply watches with a smile on his face and his lips sliding across the tender back of your knee.

Eventually, you sit up, gasping for air, blouse and bra still trapped on your elbows, skirt still hiked up to your waist. No more words pass between you. You hold each other in an adoring gaze, giggling when he has to help you put your feet back on the ground.

You fluff your destroyed hair and step onto wobbly legs. Steve races to help, but you only move to straddle him in the chair, your hand finding his still-slick cock that’s well on its way to hard. His eyes meet yours and never falter, his hands steady beside your arms in case you need his strength but untouching while you jerk and toy with him. He unabashedly shows you the full mess of him you’ve made, like you let him see of you.

You look over to the clock near the door.

8:30.

The night is still young, and you missed your boyfriend. He’s full of surprises and you want to explore at least one more before breaking to head home.

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[13thdoctorposts]

RTD: Its really important I protect David from being accused of drag or for doing a disservice of drag by regenerating into Jodies gender neutral costume because David doesn't deserve to have to put up with the media writing articles about him in a negative way about gender neutral clothing that both a woman and a man in the show wore they will just say they are women's clothes so I'm going to burn it out of existence and make sure David is safe. Because people with Davids level of privilege and power need protection more than anyone, so I will protect David at all cost from having to do the thing everyone is expecting of the Doctor regenerating into the Doctors clothes. I'm just such a good caring guy protecting one of my leads.

Also RTD: Oh the Media are running with the narrative that my 19 year old female co lead was axed/dropped due to poor and unacceptable behaviour on set? That its weird and so must be true because companions usually do more then 1 series even though I've often only had them in 1 series, that not only was she axed they also announced my new companion while dragging the one who's first series still hasn't aired through the mud trying to ruin her career. Well I think we should just stay quiet, fuck her mental well being or career, lets not put out a press release refuting the claims or respond to any of the media's question's and just let her have to fend for herself when it comes time to do the media rounds for season 1, lets just leave this as her problem, I shouldn't have to deal with this even those it clearly leaked from my company or the BBC that she had a reduced role in season 2 and as show runner the buck stops with me, but fuck that, leave it as her problem. Why should I care if her face is planted across the internet, newsagents and super markets saying disparaging things about her?

If people can't see the misogyny in RTDs behaviour at this point they are choosing to be blind.

Also we can contrast this with Chibnall, in an interview he talked about how the media calls up trying to create stories and how they called him up and said they heard the the crew had walked off set because Jodie was making them work to 2am... he said his response was well I will call the journalist and tell them we were on night shoots people were schedule to work till 4 am they all love Jodie and we can send you the schedules to prove people were scheduled on. Thats how you protect people.

But let's all remember how RTD is he greatest person to ever live and Chibs is the bad guy. 🙄 So glad Jodie and Mandip got to work under Chibs and not RTD.

#ruby sunday #13th doctor #thirteenth doctor #thirteen #13 #anti rtd #chibnall

[beauspot]

The Bear Season 2: And Why I’m Fucking Annoyed (Full Spoilers below)

*Long Post*

The Bear is something truly special. When it dropped in June of last year it wasn’t a major hit right away. It was a sleeper and it grew its fanbase over time. If you were here this time last year you remember how small the fandom was posts on every platform could barely reach 200 interactions, but with the Golden Globe wins and the word of mouth this fandom began to grow and expand, because season one of the show was just so good.

Season 2 however is an interesting piece of media. I am well aware that I have some bias in this department and I can’t view this season objectively, but neither can the rest of you so I’ll say what I want.

To start off I really enjoyed some of the episodes this season, the first two? Excellent. The Marcus Episode(with my husband Will Poulter at his side)? Fantastic. The Richie Episode? Perfection. And let’s not even talk about Fishes, which was beyond words. I genuinely went into this season wanting to like it and praise it the way I did the previous season because I thought it was good. The writing—which is spectacular in nearly every other place—takes a nosedive with this romance plot. I still do think it’s good, but I can’t act like this whole season hasn’t left a sour taste in my mouth, because it has. Because the show runners are lying racist misogynistic nasty assholes who bullshitted us for nothing.

Toward the end of last year/beginning of this year Chef’s Kiss fans words made their way to some journalist who then asked about the potential for it with the actors and the writer( in an article stupidly named “don’t worry the bear doesn’t want carmy and sydney to kiss, either” the writer of which goes on to ship carmy and marcus so clearly they have excellent taste 😒) who all shut it down. Fine. That’s fine. That’s their opinion and it doesn’t affect us. What bothers me is the words of the co-creator Chris Storer who said this 👇🏾

He went on to say the show was also just meant to be focused on these people doing their jobs. So fine. We said even if it won’t be canon there’s no way they would bring in a new love interest cause that’s not “the vision” they have for the show, right?(He also goes on in the pic above to act like we couldn’t separate our love of the plot of the show from the ship which is…infantilizing and annoying) continuing on though, he also said this

He thought it would be cool to see a show with no romantic plot. Mind you this statement was made in January and the show starting filming in February. So unless they want me to believe they added this romance plot as some last minute thing (which very well could be the case as Claire has quite literally no personality outside of being pushy and being Carmy’s girlfriend) they knew they were having a romance plot in the second season and chose to lie about it. So the actors, the creator, basically everyone who was apart of this project said that Syd and Carmy were a weird ship (a strange thing to say to your, at the time, small audience even if that’s how you felt) just for them to turn around and have Carmy with a new love interest from school and have Sydney and marcus develop feelings for one another in the second to last episode? can y’all be fucking forreal for one minute?

Suddenly all you “yesss let men and women be friends, not every show needs romance” ass bitches want to ship something. I can tell you know Syd and Carmy have chemistry otherwise you wouldn’t have been shaking in your boots hoping the writers wouldn’t get them together. There was some dumb post i saw rooting for Claire and Carm but then adding ‘no one was better than platonic Sydcarmy’…

I see you.

I spoke about this before, but this constant sidelining of black women in these types of shows irks me. Sydney is basically hunting Carmy down for 85% of the season because he can’t do his fucking job he’s so consumed with Claire. And I know people are gonna say i’m being overdramatic, but it’s so clear they just did not want their main white boy to be with a black girl. Something that happens over and over and over again so many fucking times you can just lose count. Carmy, who in season one was so in tune with Sydney’s emotions he quelled his own anger and anxiety to ask if she was ok now ditches her at their restaurant to go help some girl he hasn’t seen since high school. He ditches her to go to a party then has the nerve to bring up Claire’s helping to inspire him.

Like yeah no shit Sydney is sorry that she’s there, y’all are opening a restaurant together which could fuck both your lives if it fails and Carmy is off doing god knows what instead of his job!

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!? And yeah, Carmy fucks it up at the end with Claire but that doesn’t negate the rest of the season. Chef’s Kiss shippers are strange and delusional and the show doesn’t need romance and then Claire is half naked in Carmy’s apartment? Look Carmy deserves happiness, his life has been basically nonstop stress and trauma since he was a kid and him ending the season thinking he doesn’t deserve fun or love is heartbreaking because it isn’t true, he deserves all the love in the world especially since he is actively trying to break the cycle (along with his sister). That doesn’t negate the fact that he agreed to being partners with Syd and then left her to make decisions on her own about a business they agreed to start together. Which is why he apologized and rightfully so.

And I know for a fact annoying Sydney and Marcus shippers are going to be like “well ackshully they are clearly setting up Sydcus this season so how can they hate black women.” I love Marcus as much as the next person and honestly after I saw where the writing was going I was like fuck it why not at this point, but if Sydney and Carmy’s shippers were living off crumbs Sydney and Marcus shippers were living off the memory of food. But sure that ship had development.

also no i don’t fuck with that syd and marcus ship because why the fuck are you snapping at sydney cause she rejected you and it wasn’t even really a rejection that was very incel core and it’s not about being upset half the kitchen is always screaming about something, it’s why he snapped at her.

I’m just angry so yeah fuck this show.

I’m genuinely contemplating if I want to watch the next season at all. I said if they wanted to go no romance, fine go no romance, but to not only lie about that but bring in some whole new girl we don’t know and throw the black girl to the closest guy despite the fact Sydney and Carmy are more alike than anyone else? You clearly need to do some introspection and think about why you can view Sydney and Carmen as friends but get sick at the thought of them being more.

There is a possibility (a slight possibility) that they are playing the long game we wanted, but i am wary because they lied and put a manic pixie indie girl in as a love interest this time and it sucked. But then I remember the scene with Syd and Carmy under the table and how open and honest they were with each other and even though their relationship wasn’t the best this season I can see it’s potential, because that one scene had more chemistry than all of that other ships other scenes combined. I don’t know.

This got me thinking though Will Poulter romcom when? I will be seated. Also the consensus on twitter is that people really didn’t like Claire and thought the show should have ditched their plot all together so that’s nice. A lot of people seem to think this is a setup for sydcarmy and idk, maybe i’ll rewatch when i’m more calm.

#the only little bitch here is the show runner for being a lying sack of shit #the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear s2 #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #syd adamu #carmy x syd #syd x carmy #sydcarmy #chefs kiss #carmney #the bear marcus #the bear tina #black girl romance #misogynoir

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 16: EDGED

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Fluff, Smut

After Cillian disappeared and you tied up your robe, you opened the door for Kit who, when you opened the door, held a pile of paper in her hands.

“Y/N, what a nice surprise” she said nervously while quickly shuffling the papers into her handbag before marching in to Cillian’s apartment.

“Likewise” you responded with a smile before informing Kit that Cillian was in the shower.

“That’s fine. I just came by to drop something off” she informed you while stammering nervously, before reaching back into her bag and pulling out some of the papers again, but not all of them.

“Uhm, should I give these to him or will you stay for a drink?” you offered politely as she placed two pieces of paper onto the kitchen bench as well as a cut out from Peoples Magazine featuring an alleged affair between Cillian and his co-star Florence Pugh during the time of filming Oppenheimer.

“No, I won’t stay. Just give these to him, would you?” Kit asked before being on her way. She seemed rather distant and you knew that, if it was not for you being here, at Cillian’s apartment, she would have stayed and handed him something else as well.

She had another piece of paper in her bag that was clearly intended for him but, with you being there, she took it with her again, possibly trying to hide its content from you.

***

“Where is Kit?” Cillian asked just as, after a few minutes, he came out of the shower, wearing his briefs and a t-shirt.

“She left” you told him before handing him the newspaper article and two letters from his and co-star’s publicists, denying the affair.

“Is that all?” he asked and you nodded. “She could have emailed these” he then said somewhat surprised before pulling you closer.

“She could have, but I think that she has a crush on you and that is why she came over” you teased but your suggestion that Kit took a liking in him amused Cillian.

“You think that Kit has a crush on me?” he asked somewhat surprised. “Please, don’t be ridiculous” he then laughed, brushing off the fact that she had come to his apartment unannounced for no real reason whatsoever.

“I am serious Cillian. I am just surprised that you can’t see it for yourself” you told him, even though you did not really feel threatened by her.

“She’s been working for me for six years and has never made a move on me, so no, she does not have a crush on me. Despite, are you being a little jealous right now?” Cillian asked teasingly while caressing your face.

“Me? Jealous?” you laughed. “Never” you then said before pulling him in for a quick kiss and then pushing him away again playfully. “Although, knowing what I know now about you and Florence Pugh, I am inclined to think that…” you then began to say and Cillian was quick to interrupt you.

“Shh…” he said, placing his index finger onto your lips seductively. “It’s a rumour, nothing more. Despite she is way too young for me…” he then reassured you before telling you that, as for now, he wanted you and no one else all whilst getting undressed again.

“Cillian…” you began speaking just before he tried to kiss you just as some guilt was creeping in. You still had not told him the truth about your age and this was a situation you needed to remedy.

“Hmm” Cillian murmured before attacking your neck with his lips and eliciting a moan from you which almost made you forget about what you were going to say.

“Nothing” you thus stammered. “Keep going” you demanded and Cillian asked whether you want to continue where we had left off before Kit arrived unannounced.

“Absolutely. Come on then, the handcuffs are still waiting for you” you teased while dropping your robe again and leaving you wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties.

“You are not going to cuff me to the bed again. I can’t fucking take it” Cillian responded before, playfully, pulling you into his bedroom.

“Oh, is that so?” you asked as you followed him through the door in a haste and he nodded.

“Yes!” he said. “In fact, I believe that it’s time for payback” Cillian said before he pushed you back towards the bed.

Of course, you obliged with his request and fell backwards onto the covers and grinned, disheveled wavy hair haloing your face.

“What are you going to do to me Cill?” you asked as Cillian climbed on to the bed with you to straddle you.

“I am going to tie you up now and lick your pussy until you can’t take it anymore” he announced with a devilish smile while you felt the warm skin of his thighs against yours.

His cock has already sprung to attention again as he secured your wrists to the bed and, just as he cuffed you, you supressed another shiver and remained silent, breaking into a smile of your own.

“Well, I will try to be a good girl for you then” you eventually winked as Cillian ran his hands up your chest, giving your breasts a brief squeeze before bringing his fingers to your mouth to gently part your lips and slip a pair of digits past them.

“I am sure you will be” Cillian winked as you willingly suckled at his fingers, bathing them with her your tongue.

“Fuck you are so goddamn sexy, aren’t you?” Cillian then acknowledged as a strand of spit connected him to your lips as he pulled his fingers away and traced dampness down the graceful arc of your neck.

“I need you so badly Cill” you moaned just as you stared up at him eagerly, waiting for him to make the next move, and he hesitated as arousal made way for uncertainty.

His sexual interactions with Danielle for the past twenty years were not like this but you clearly seem to be enjoying this dominant side of him as he watched you while you quivered in anticipation.

“Cill, please, I need your hand, mouth, cock, anything…” you then begged while, at the same time, you could feel your heart racing.

“Do you just?” Cillian asked, playing along before he pinned you down properly.

It wasn’t just the cuffs holding you into place now as Cillian leaned in, holding your head so that he could plant kisses along your neck, which Cillian knew was something that drove you absolutely crazy.

You squealed and squirmed underneath him as he nipped and nibbled, leaving red marks along the sensitive skin.

“Good god Cillian” you moaned when he finally reached your collarbone, biting down and sucking hard.

“More…” you demanded him and Cillian was certainly delighted in the way you gasped under his touch.

“You are so fucking perfect Y/N” Cillian then said in a husky murmur, planting a kiss over what he knew would still be a dark mark tomorrow morning.

“And you are so fucking perfect at this Cillian. Please. More” you begged once more as a certain kind of thrill shot through your body while you tried very hard to grind your naked mound against Cillian’s thigh.

You needed friction, down there, but he wouldn’t give to you for at least fifteen minutes until, finally, he broke off with a gasp and then tweaked both your nipples, keeping them pinched for long enough to make her squirm.

“It’s payback time remember?” he then said while his eyes were locked on yours. They were both, attentive and hungry. “That means that, at least for now, I will get to dictate when you are allowed to cum” Cillian then warned you in a low voice just before, finally, he reached for your panties with both hands.

He slid the waistband past one curve of your hips at a time before slowly and teasingly pulling your underwear down your thighs and, by doing so, drawing out a strand of wetness that connected you to the lace.

“You are so fucking wet already” Cillian acknowledged as he discarded the damp fabric and lowered himself slightly on then bed.

“Spread your legs” he then ordered and, of course, you complied in earnest.

“Yes sir” you smirked just as Cillian brought his face to your waiting mound and inhaled sharply.

“What do you want me to do?” he then teased as you could only feel his breath fanning against your wetness, teasing you.

“I want you to make me cum with your tongue” you blurted out, begging him to stop teasing and, just as you said the words, his hot tongue pushed through your folds.

“Holy fuck. Yes. Like that” you moaned as, with a few licks, Cillian collected your wetness.

“You taste so fucking good Y/N” he told you before he settled into a well-practiced pace that made you moan loudly.

Cillian knew just what you liked and it didn’t take long for you to get rather vocal as you were basking in the sensations.

"Don’t you dare cum” Cillian murmured with amusement as, under his skilled tongue, you were slowly losing control, squirming and shivering all at the same time.

“I cannot hold it” you gasped as, after as little as five minutes of Cillian’s ministrations, you were ready tip over, which is when, suddenly, Cillian stopped and you whined in disappointment.

“Not yet!” he winked as you looked at him with a torn expression on your face. It was an odd mix of lust, frustration and excitement.

“Fuck, why did you stop?” you asked and Cillian simply grinned.

“Because I will draw this out for at least an hour” he then winked and your chin dropped.

“A whole fucking hour?” you asked surprised before Cillian leaned to give you a kiss, making you taste yourself on his lips before resuming where he had left off.

“Yes, one hour and you will not get to cum until I say so!” he went on to say before latching onto your clit once more.

An hour later…

‘Do you want to cum?’ Cillian teased with a smug smile on his face and you nodded eagerly in response as sweat was dripping from your forehead.

“I want to cum. Goddamn please! I am begging you” you gasped as you couldn’t cope with this any longer. You were spent and overstimulated by Cillian’s tongue. He was driving you absolutely crazy and you were sobbing mess by now.

But, for Cillian, denying you was all part of the game. He loved to tease you and played you like an instrument for hours until you squirmed and screamed for your release.

‘Why should I let you cum?’ he asked, his face smug.

‘I don’t know Cillian, but I am begging you, please…’ you managed to choke out in need and with great desperation.

‘Please what?’ he teased.

‘Please make me cum…please’ you said, desperate for his tongue to make contact with your mound again after he had pulled away once more and, luckily for you, he finally relented and his lips closed around your clit.

“Cum!” was all he said, ordering you to let go after an hour and ten minutes had passed and he certainly did not have to tell you twice.

‘Oh fuck, yes right there’ you screamed almost immediately, giving into your needs just as you felt as though Cillian’s tongue was everywhere and he began adding one finger followed by another inside of you.

He curved his fingers upwards slightly while he continued to suck on your clit and, just as he did, an unfamiliar feeling raged through your body.

‘Cillian, oh god…’ you moaned, not sure what was going on as the rough intrusion and onslaught of sensations had you seeing stars. You never felt anything like this before and thought that, right then and there, you could possibly pass out from the sheer amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

‘Yes, please don’t stop!’ you screamed as your legs began to shake violently and you were cumming against Cillian’s hand and mouth, shouting his name desperately while pulling against the restraints which were clearly cheap enough to give way.

You pulled your wrists off just as the broken cuffs fell off the bedhead. You then clutched onto Cillian’s hair for support and screamed once more.

“Oh god” was all that left your lips. The intense sensation lasted for what felt like several minutes but you knew that it must have been something less than that as your head finally stopped spinning and you recognised your surroundings.

‘Jesus Cillian, what was that?’ you huffed out, breathing heavily as the stars began to fade and Cillian slowly withdrew his fingers from inside you.

‘What do you mean?’ he asked somewhat confused but with a slight chuckle as you were still panting, trying hard to calm down.

‘It felt like an orgasm, but so intense. I could not control it’ you tried to explain with blushing red cheeks and Cillian smiled in response.

‘Good’ he said. ‘I guess I found the perfect position to get to your g-spot then’ he smirked while crawling up on your body and kissing you passionately again, making you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

‘You sure did” you panted against his lips as Cillian slid two fingers inside of you again, right against the same spot, causing you to shriek.

‘Fuck, stop! Too much’ you immediately panted and Cillian decided to give into your demands and relented, for now.

“Too much, huh?” Cillian teased just as you pulled him on top of you.

“You broke my cuffs” he then acknowledged and you smiled.

“I did and, yes, it’s too much. My g-spot needs a rest for now but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want your cock inside of me right now” you said just as you felt him against you, hot and hard.

‘Patience isn’t your strong point, is it?’ Cillian smirked as he leaned into you slightly, causing you to moan.

But you wanted all of him, and you told him as much.

‘No. We’ve been at this for hours and now I just need you to fuck me senseless Cill” you begged and just as you did, he pushed his length inside of you with one firm push.

‘As you wish” Cillian groaned, almost surprised as he bottomed out against your cervix.

‘Oh god. Yes. Just like that” you moaned, holding him close as he gave you some time to adjust to his size before he started to move with slow but deep thrusts.

‘Fuck you feel amazing” Cillian groaned loudly and you loved feeling the warmth of his flesh inside you and he loved the feel of your moist walls rubbing against his length as he thrusted in and out of you.

In between moans, you shared several passionate kisses and it didn’t take you long to find a rhythm.

Your fingernails were digging into the flesh of Cillian’s perfectly round ass, keeping him deeper and deeper inside you as he continued to fuck you until, suddenly, his movements came to a standstill and he repositioned himself so that he could lift your legs against his shoulders.

‘Uhm, what are you…’ you were going to ask but, just as the words left your mouth, he drove back into you and you let out a loud moan.

‘Holy shit’ you shouted out as you could feel the tip of his length against your g-spot in this position and every time he thrusted into you, electricity shot through your body.

‘Are you going to cum for me again?’ Cillian asked and you could barely nod when your legs began to quiver.

‘Good. That’s it’ Cillian groaned and, just as he did, you started to scream so loud that he had to over your mouth with one of his hands.

‘You look so sexy like this’ he groaned, watching you come so hard, even harder than before as his cock thrusted against your g-spot and his pubic bone was rubbing against your clit.

“Christ. Cillian. Fuck” you yelped against his hand as your body began to convulse and Cillian certainly loved seeing you loose control beneath him which was exactly what, in the end, pushed him over the edge as well.

‘I want your cum inside me’ you blurted out as you came, almost surprised by your own profanity and it was obvious to you that Cillian enjoyed some good dirty talk and, with that, Cillian groaned again as he slammed himself into you. Your legs were quivering still as your orgasm continued on and your tight walls began to clench hard around Cillian length, urging him on to find his own release.

With one final thrust and a loud groan, Cillian finally stilled, pushing himself into you as far as he could get and, just as you felt the warmth of his essence flooding your insides, you moaned again.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as you felt him throb and pulsate inside you, spilling himself into you before taking in a sharp breath.

‘Jesus’ he then huffed out, still panting as, slowly and carefully, he pulled out of you, causing some of your combined juices to spill from you and onto the sheets.

You could certainly feel it and, when you collapsed onto the bed and turned around to face him, an almost devilish grin escaped you until you looked down and in between you.

“Oh my god. Shit!” you cursed as embarrassment washed over your face. This couldn’t possibly be happening, or could it?

To be continued…

Please comment and engage. I love getting comments and predictions pretty please!

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[buckgasms]

Ohhhh how about a werewolf Bucky smut for your 1.5 k 🥺 jeez that must be so hot. Living with him and his pack and him walking around shirtless nearly all the time till he picks you up and makes love to you while growling deep. Ugh he just looks like a hot, sexy wolf, no doubt about that

Elle said 🔥pussy eating + Werewolf Bucky 🐺 (Can’t stop thinking about since the aesthetic)

Even though the 1.5k celebration is over, I am a total whore for A/B/O stuff and wolfie smut so I can't just walk away from this request ok????? Cos here's what I like to imagine...

You are snuggled up on the couch, you have Bucky's shirt on, legs out and silly lacy underwear on. It's outrageous really, for a sweet little omega like yourself to be sitting in the pack's shared space so underdressed and sweet smelling. But lucky for you everyone is preoccupied with their own omegas and other things to do. They also wouldn't dare mess with the little omega who belonged to their alpha pack leader, even if you sat around looking like a treat...

You are just starting to feel needy and bored when your alpha bursts into the room. He's looking for his shirt and you watch as his chest rises and falls in desire as he sees you, wrapped up in the article he's looking for. "Need my shirt omega..." He growls but you can smell his desire as he approaches. You shake your head and giggle at him. He smiles as he reaches you, "I need to go out, sweet thing, can't go looking like this." You eyed up his hair covered chest and shook your head "Need you alpha... Don't leave me" and you pout as he kneels down in front of you, his hands skimming along your thighs, which immediately fall open at his actions.

He looks at you, slightly accusatory as he pulls your lace knickers off. "You been sitting here like this all morning angel? Where anyone coulda seen ya?" You hooked your legs over his shoulder and rub your feet down his back and you squeak when he pinches your soft thigh for an answer. "Hmmm yes alpha, but no one was here, and I'm all for you..." you whine and wiggle your pussy in front of his face as he growls at you.

"All mine" he mutters before diving in, sucking at your clit and licking long strokes between your folds. Your hands instantly grasp his hair and grind against his face. His fingers squeeze your soft body before he slips one into your pussy, pumping fast as your walls squeezed around him.

"Alpha" you squeal as he pulls away from your heat just before you can come and he grins at you, your slick clinging to his beard. His arms slip under your body and he lifts you easily off the couch. You squeak and quickly wrap your arms and legs around him. He carries you into the bedroom as you pepper kisses over his face and presenting your neck to his lips to kiss as the pressure builds in you.

Before he drops you on the bed, your feet push his sweat pants down and his cock springs free. He traps your body under his and he litters your face and chest with kisses and bites while your fingers grip his cock and line him up with your entrance.

"Good girl, taking it all for yourself huh?" He growls and thrusts forward, filling you up fully in one stroke. You are already on the edge so you can only cling to him and take his kisses as he fucks you. The room is filled with your little 'ahs' and whines that mix with his grunts and growls. "Mine, my little omega" he repeats as he raises himself and takes your thighs and pushes them up, making you tighter in the process and adjusting his angle. You scream when he rubs your clit and pounds harder, your walls fluttering around him as you come.

His knot sinks into your heat and you feel him fill you up, his teeth grazing your bond mark, making your eyes roll in pleasure. Your limbs go weak and fall back, luckily your alpha has you and wraps you in his arms.

"You're not going out now are you alpha?" You pout again, kissing his cheek and chin as he chuckles with a roll of his hips, which has you shivering in his arms. "No omega, think I better stay here and keep your company."

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[reasonsmandy]

Dear Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* you're reading part two of — "With Love, Eddie Roundtree"

✧.* summary — Eddie was enchanted by you ever since that night, and he would do anything to be by your side. Including playing detective with his best friend.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 2.7k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This was definitely one of my favorites, I hope you like it. I left a kind of message for you guys at the end, if you like my content please take some time to read it :) Good read 🫶🏾

Dear Eddie Roundtree,

I hope this letter finds you well. I've been wanting to write to you for weeks, but I haven't been able to because of everything that's been going on.

As you know, our night together caught the attention of Sub Rosa magazine, and the resulting photos caused a bit of a scandal. Unfortunately, my director is now trying to spin things by having me pretend to be dating my co-star. It's really frustrating, and I've been told not to contact you or see you again.

I did get your letter, though, and I loved it. You're such a good musician! And the tape you left me...I've been listening to it on repeat. Even if you didn't sing all the lines correctly, I think I like your version better.

Please don't try to reach me at the address you sent the letter to again, or my director will go ballistic. Instead, I'm going to leave some clues for you to find me. Keep an eye on my interviews and appearances - I'm going to drop some hints that will lead you to a new way to contact me. If you really want to find me, you'll need to be a little bit of a detective, but I know you're up for the challenge.

I hope you're still thinking about that night like I am. It was pretty amazing, wasn't it? If you're willing to put in the effort to find me, I promise it will be worth it.

Take care,

Y/N L/N.

Eddie read that letter for the tenth time that morning alone, it was as if that paper was the only thing keeping you attached to him. What do you mean by hints and clues? He read your words over and over again hoping to find a meaning among the letters.

He knew you would be worth looking for, and that's what he did for weeks. He filled Warren's head to help him, going in search of every magazine that mentioned your name and they were always on the lookout for any radio that announced that you were going to be there for the press.

"Man, are you sure that's what she meant?" Warren says through a yawn, flipping through the tenth magazine that night.

"Of course I'm sure, I read that letter four hundred times." Roundtree says in frustration.

"Can I read it?" Rojas asks, holding out his hand. He spends a few seconds studying the letter and then starts laughing. "Your girlfriend thinks we're Sherlock Holmes, is that it?"

"It's momentary, Warren," Eddie says, rolling his eyes. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Okay okay, it's not here who said it anymore." He says with a shrug.

They sat for a few minutes in Silence, their ears filled only by the music playing in the background and the sound of pages turning.

Warren flips through the magazines, skimming over articles and interviews until he suddenly stops and lets out a chuckle. "Elementary, my dear Watson," he says laughing, holding up a page for Eddie to see.

"What's so funny?" Eddie asks, looking over his friend's shoulder.

Warren points to a line in the article. "I didn't know that actress had time to read at all," he reads aloud. "Looks like your girlfriend left you a clue in her favorite book."

"Give me that." Eddie pulls the magazine toward him and reads it carefully.

Y/N L/N, our hollywoodian actress is not only entertained with the scripts she has to memorize, check out here the books she is passionate about.

"I confess that in my free time I prefer to read a book instead of drowning myself in work at home. If I were to choose a favorite? Hm... I think it would be "The Shining" for sure, I read it for the first time in the library on 3rd and Maple, I could never forget how this book spoke to me. Oh, and if you happen to see a girl named Diana at that library, tell her that The Shining never gets old."

"That's it Warren!" Eddie gets up from the couch excited.

"I'm a genius." Warren smiled proudly of himself, he took a moment to think. "And now what?"

"Now we go to the library on 3rd and Maple." Roundtree felt like he was getting close to you, and he couldn't wait to feel you again.

…

Eddie and Warren stood outside the library, scanning the area for any signs of their next clue. Eddie read the magazine again, trying to make sense of the cryptic message.

"The Shining never gets old," he muttered to himself. "What the hell does that mean?"

Warren glanced over at Eddie and shrugged. "I don't know, hermano. But we're here now, might as well try to figure it out."

Eddie and Warren entered the library, scanning the place for any sign of the librarian Diana. They spotted her at the front desk, organizing a stack of books.

"Excuse me, miss," Eddie called out to her, approaching the desk. "We were hoping you could help us with something."

Diana looked up, studying Eddie and Warren with a quizzical expression. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"We're looking for a specific book," Eddie said. "It's called 'The Shining."

Diana's eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Ah, yes. The Shining. A great book. It never gets old."

Eddie and Warren exchanged a look, knowing that those were the exact words you had used in your interview. This was definitely the right place.

"We were actually hoping for a little more help," Eddie said, flashing Diana a charming smile. "You see, we're trying to track down this person for a special project. Would you happen to have any information on her?"

Diana paused, considering their request. "Well, I do have a note she asked me to handle. She's doing an interview on the radio tomorrow at noon. Perhaps that would be a good place to start." She says handing over a note with this written on it

Eddie and Warren exchanged a look of triumph. This was it, the first real lead in their search for you.

"Thank you so much," Eddie said, flashing Diana a grateful smile. "You've been a great help."

As they turned to leave, Diana called out after them. "And remember, The Shining never gets old!"

Eddie and Warren couldn't help but smile, knowing that they had just received their first real clue.

…

"You know what Eddie, I'm enjoying this whole detective thing." Warren says, biting into his sandwich as they both wait in front of the radio for the interview. "In case we go back to eating pocket toast, I'll become a private detective."

Eddie looks at his friend and starts laughing. "The ideas that pop into your head, are you sure this is the right station?"

"We've already checked about twenty times Eddie, relax." Rojas gets up going towards the sink, to wash the glass he had used.

As they wait, the radio host announces the upcoming interview with you, the famous actress who has taken Hollywood by storm. Eddie and Warren look at each other in excitement, knowing this is the moment they've been waiting for.

As your voice comes through the speakers, Eddie leans in closer to the radio, hanging on to every word, Warren takes his notebook ready to make notes. You talk about your life before fame, your struggles, and your favorite places to go. And then talking about your memories, they catch attention about one thing.

"You know, before I became famous, there was this little bar I used to go to all the time. It was called The Blue Note, and it was my favorite spot to unwind after a long day of auditions."

Warren's eyes light up as he recognizes the name of the bar. "I know that place! I used to have a thing with the barista, she was a real fox."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Focus, Warren. We have a clue to follow."

"It was such a special place, I miss going there." Eddie hears your laugh and his heart skips a beat. "The barista there is a great friend of mine, if you go there and meet her one day ask for the Y/N classic. I'm sure you won't regret it, it's delicious!"

"Turns out this barista is going to be very helpful, uh." Eddie looks at Warren who smiles excitedly.

As the interview comes to an end, Eddie and Warren make their way to The Blue Note, ready to see what the next clue will lead them to.

…

The bar is dimly lit, with low hanging lights casting a warm glow over the wooden tables and chairs. The sound of clinking glasses and murmured conversations fills the air, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. The barista, a black woman with curly hair that falls over her shoulders, greets Warren with a warm smile and a playful wink.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to come back," she says, playfully flipping her hair. "I thought you would have found a new favorite spot by now."

Warren grins and leans in closer. "I could never abandon this place, not with you working here."

Warren and her talked for a little bit until Eddie comes inside to join them, ordering the "classic Y/N" and when he does so she looks at him, surprised.

"Oh that's a good one, actually one of my favorites" She says, still smiling and starting the drink. "How do you know the drink? Are you close to her? I say it because she doesn't usually comment with many people that she has this drink here."

"Yeah, she's a good friend of ours," Eddie replies.

The barista nods, "I haven't seen her around in a while. How's she doing?"

"Actually, that's what we're trying to figure out, pretty girl," Warren answers, winking at the barista.

She laughs and flirts back, "Well, if you see her again, tell her Amanda says hi."

Warren takes the opportunity to continue the flirtatious banter, "Sure thing, Amanda. Maybe we'll even bring her along next time we come here."

The barista smiles, "That would be great. By the way, I heard you guys are exploding with the band. You have a show coming up?"

Eddie nods, "Yeah, we do. Why do you ask?"

"Well, Y/N always loved your album, especially the song 'The River'. She likes it so much that maybe one day she'll see it live, like... the next show, who knows," Amanda says with a suggestive tone.

Eddie and Warren exchange a knowing look, realizing that this could be another clue to finding you.

…

As Warren counts down to the beginning of 'The River' Eddie's heart beats faster, his eyes desperately searching the crowd for you. As Daisy danced wildly across the stage, Billy felt the music with everything he had inside him and Warren waved his hair in the wind; he could only scan every face in that audience looking for you.

You had managed to escape all that running around on set, excited to finally see Eddie again, if all went well. You asked your manager to help you get backstage and with the right contacts you were there walking back and forth waiting for the song to end. His hands shook from nervousness, you saw him feeling the music but distressed he was looking for you among everyone there, you smiled with his lost face, you found it so cute.

"Miss L/N, Mr Roundtree's dressing room has been cleared for you." A security guard tells you, guiding you to the place.

Eddie's energy dropped as he didn't notice you in the middle of everyone, he felt a tightness in his chest thinking that maybe deep down all this had been a big delusion, a huge coincidence, a mistake, or maybe a bad joke. Warren noticed his abstinence in the environment and knew his friend would be upset, and after they thanked the audience, Rojas handed him a bottle of water.

"I'm sorry man, I really thought we were close." Warren tries to comfort his friend who just shakes his head, heading towards his dressing room.

As Eddie walks into his dressing room, he closes the door behind him and takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the disappointment of not finding you in the crowd.

But then he hears a soft voice behind him, "You know, Eddie, it's not that hard to find me."

He turns around to see you standing there, leaning against the door with a coy smile on your face. You're wearing a sleek black dress that shows off your curves, and your hair is styled in loose waves that frame your face perfectly.

Eddie's eyes widen in surprise as he stares at you, almost unable to believe that you're really there. "Pretty girl… didn't see you in the crowd."

"I know," you say, walking towards him. "I wanted to surprise you. And I thought I'd wait until the song was over, so I could have you all to myself."

Eddie's heart starts to race as you approach him, and he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He's been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it's finally here, he can hardly believe it.

As you reach him, you put your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating under your touch.

"I've missed you, Eddie," you whisper, looking up at him with a mix of longing and desire in your eyes, he doesn't wait any longer and kisses you tenderly.

As you continue to kiss, your bodies press together, and your hands roam each other's bodies, exploring and rediscovering the curves and dips that you have longed for. Eddie's hands glide up and down your back, tracing the outline of your beautiful dress, while yours wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You break the kiss for a moment, both breathing heavily, your eyes locked in an intense gaze.

Eddie leans down to kiss your neck, feeling your soft skin against his lips, while you run your fingers through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Your bodies move as one, your passion building with each passing moment, until you are lost in a whirlwind of desire.

After that intense make out, Eddie pulls away slightly to look into your eyes. His breath is heavy, and his heart is pounding in his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

"I've missed you so much," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I've missed you too," you reply, smiling up at him.

Eddie takes your hand and leads you to the couch in his dressing room, pulling you onto his lap. He holds you close, his hands running up and down your back.

"I don't ever want to be away from you again," he whispers in your ear.

"And you won't have to, my recordings are over today." You say wrapping your arms around his neck. "After the press tour I'm finally free."

"I can't wait to have you all to myself." He says kissing you again, having you around was wonderful.

You hear the door behind you open, the drummer was there with his sticks in hand, a wide smile on his face and arms crossed. "I'm a wonderful detective!" He says laughing, before leaving.

...

Hi, I hope you are well. Passing by to let you know that next week my content will be relatively less frequent, I usually post every day but I confess that my creativity is really crappy... So, as I feel that the feedback has been smaller too, I will dedicate myself more to your requests and try to deliver my best, I'm trying to write things that are not very similar to what I've already posted here, so if you want to make me a request (especially if it's about djats actors) tell me what exactly do you want me to write that is different from the other stories I brought on my profile.

I'll be writing your requests until next week (but if you sent me something and I couldn't write it by then, don't worry, when my exams are over I will write) because after that my college exams will come and I'll be swamped studying, I hope you don't forget about me in my absence :)

beijos no coração de vocês 🫶🏾 - mandy

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[love--galore]

Finding Paradise pt. 1 / a gojo x reader au smut (nsfw)

part 1 / part 2

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: gojo satoru x reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Y͏o͏u͏ a͏r͏e͏ a͏ j͏o͏u͏r͏n͏a͏l͏i͏s͏t͏, a͏n͏d͏ h͏a͏v͏e͏ b͏e͏e͏n͏ s͏a͏c͏r͏i͏f͏i͏c͏e͏d͏ b͏y͏ y͏o͏u͏r͏ m͏a͏g͏a͏z͏i͏n͏e͏ c͏o͏m͏p͏a͏n͏y͏ t͏o͏ a͏u͏d͏i͏t͏i͏o͏n͏ f͏o͏r͏ F͏i͏n͏d͏i͏n͏g͏ P͏a͏r͏a͏d͏i͏s͏e͏, t͏h͏e͏ h͏o͏t͏t͏e͏s͏t͏ r͏o͏m͏a͏n͏c͏e͏ g͏a͏m͏e͏ s͏h͏o͏w͏ t͏h͏a͏t͏ t͏a͏k͏e͏s͏ p͏l͏a͏c͏e͏ o͏n͏ a͏ t͏r͏o͏p͏i͏c͏a͏l͏ i͏s͏l͏a͏n͏d͏. T͏h͏e͏ s͏h͏o͏w͏ h͏a͏s͏ b͏e͏e͏n͏ y͏o͏u͏r͏ c͏o͏m͏p͏a͏n͏y͏’s͏ t͏o͏p͏ a͏r͏t͏i͏c͏l͏e͏, a͏n͏d͏ y͏o͏u͏ h͏a͏v͏e͏ t͏h͏e͏ p͏o͏t͏e͏n͏t͏i͏a͏l͏ t͏o͏ b͏e͏ g͏i͏v͏e͏n͏ $1͏0͏,0͏0͏0͏ f͏o͏r͏ a͏ l͏o͏n͏g͏ r͏u͏n͏t͏i͏m͏e͏. O͏n͏ t͏h͏e͏ o͏t͏h͏e͏r͏ h͏a͏n͏d͏, G͏o͏j͏o͏ i͏s͏ a͏ professional athlete, w͏h͏o͏ g͏o͏t͏ f͏a͏m͏o͏u͏s͏ f͏o͏r͏ h͏i͏s͏ g͏o͏o͏d͏ l͏o͏o͏k͏s͏. H͏e͏ i͏s͏ n͏o͏t͏ l͏o͏o͏k͏i͏n͏g͏ t͏o͏ f͏i͏n͏d͏ l͏o͏v͏e͏, a͏s͏ h͏e͏ i͏s͏ m͏o͏r͏e͏ f͏o͏c͏u͏s͏e͏d͏ o͏n͏ w͏i͏n͏n͏i͏n͏g͏, b͏u͏t͏ a͏f͏t͏e͏r͏ m͏e͏e͏t͏i͏n͏g͏ y͏o͏u͏ o͏n͏ t͏h͏e͏ s͏h͏o͏w͏, w͏i͏l͏l͏ h͏i͏s͏ m͏o͏t͏i͏v͏e͏s͏ c͏h͏a͏n͏g͏e͏?

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 3.8k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭

“I am most looking forward to testing myself against nature’s elements. I’ve always been competitive ever since I was a kid, so knocking everyone out will not be a problem… In terms of the romance aspect, they’ll come my way, but ultimately, my goal here is to win. After all, I’m the strongest.” — Satoru Gojo, Pre-Game Interview

✭・.・✫ ☼

You entered your hotel with your two suitcases and backpack in hand, finally allowing your body to relax for the first time since your 4am flight as you sprawled across the soft queen-sized bed. You unlocked your phone to check the time and as you did, you noticed the hundreds of notifications as new followers and comments flooded your social media. You never expected to have so many people follow you like you were some celebrity, but you figured that was the way these reality TV shows were.

Even as you auditioned for the new romance reality show, Finding Paradise, you never believed you would actually be dropped onto an island for two months and swarmed by a camera crew day and night. Damn your co-worker… She was the other lead journalist and was supposed to take on this project for your magazine’s special article on Finding Paradise, but she announced her pregnancy a month prior to auditions and you had no time to process your new role before it was inevitably passed onto you.

“Do I have to be on the show?” You recalled sighing as you faced your boss, who sat across from you behind her desk, nodding her head.

“Seeing that you are the only other young and single lady in the writing department, it only makes sense that you participate in the show so we can write the exclusive article.” 

You scrunch your nose. “What’s in it for me?”

“A bonus.” Your boss said casually, and your ears perked up. “You’ll receive one thousand immediately if you land a role in the new season’s cast, and the rest after completing a decent runtime on the show. We’re hoping for at least 3 episodes.”

Ten-thousand dollars? Shit, you could definitely use the extra money and vacation. Well, technically you would still be working while on the show, but two months on the island for a romance show sounded easier than your normal nine to five work routine. Or was it? You didn’t know. You had never seen the show.

“And if you win, there’s also the hundred-thousand dollar pot that you split with your partner.” Your boss added, and you shifted nervously in your seat. When you began working at the magazine publishing house, you heard how important covering the show was as it was one of the biggest articles that flooded money to your company’s pop culture magazine, but never in a hundred years did you think they would choose you to audition for it. However, as you boarded the private plane, relaxed in the hotel room paid for entirely by the show, and scrolled through the newly released articles about the new season’s cast, which included your name, there was simply no denying your new reality. 

You sighed, tossing your phone and moving to the bathroom. A shower would help calm your nerves. Filming started tomorrow, so you had a big day to look forward to. You glanced at the mirror in the short hallway as you made your way to the bathroom. You twisted your body and placed your hands on your hips, observing your figure with fresh eyes. 

A lot of the audition process had to do with scrutinizing your looks and body, which the producers seemed satisfied with, and after hearing you describe your personality and how you would act in certain situations, you were pushed to new rounds until you reached the final audition round and before you knew it, you were officially cast in Finding Paradise. 

You closed your eyes, rubbing your temples. The money. You were working for your ten grand check. Even if possibly thousands of people would be analyzing your actions as they watched the show, you didn’t care as you would be satisfied with the check waiting for you when you returned home. You told yourself this, at least, but your heart betrayed you, beating rapidly in your chest. 

You slowed your breathing and turned on the shower, stepping inside and taking in the warmth of the water. It helped you relax your nerves, and after you finished, you felt better. You checked the time again, nine thirty-five p.m., and decided to call it a night. But before you did, you checked your texts where the producer sent you a message.

“Reminder! Make your way to the lobby tomorrow morning with your belongings by 8 a.m. sharp! We will depart for the island shortly thereafter and immediately begin filming. Get a good night's rest. You will need it!”

You bit your tongue and rolled over on your bed, clutching the pillow beside you. Were you in over your head? You sighed heavily. At this point, there was no turning back and you made a promise to yourself that you were going to make the best out of your situation. Who knows? Maybe you could make new friends…or find a potential boyfriend? That was the purpose of the show, after all. You felt your cheeks burn as you considered the idea, and forced yourself to shut your eyes and fall asleep. 

✭・.・✫ ☼

The island was absolutely beautiful. You peered down through the helicopter window with wide eyes, utterly mesmerized by the clear blue waves that surrounded the lush green trees that inhabited the island. 

You felt your heart race against your chest as the helicopter neared the ground, but reminded yourself that everything would be okay. You were confident in your ability to adapt to new environments and also your charm to make a name for yourself while on the show. You passed the auditions for a reason, right?

The helicopter landed smoothly on the island where the crew were already waiting. You stepped off of the landing towards the group of crew members who greeted you and guided you towards a path. 

“You are the first cast member to arrive and appear in filming.” A man with a clipboard and earpiece pointed to the path. “You will enter through this path and down the steps towards the water where a seating area will be. Other cast members will follow suit upon their arrival, and instructions for your first mission will be reported after everyone has been introduced. Does that make sense?”

Your mind spun as you tried to keep up with his instructions, but you nodded your head. Follow the path down to the water, sit, and wait. 

“Got it.” You replied, and he nodded his head, gesturing the crew towards you. Crew members touched up your makeup and fixed your hair and outfit. You had decided on wearing a sage green midi dress over your black bikini. It had a sweetheart neckline that hugged your chest and a-line skirt that flowed out slightly past your knees. The material was flowy and breathable which was helpful in the hot weather that surrounded you. You adjusted your wedge sandals which had a slight heel, adding two inches to your height, and breathed out slowly.

“Remember, head down to the water but take your time. The cameras will be rolling once they spot you from the bottom of the steps.” The producer said, and you nodded your head. 

He pressed onto his earpiece and mumbled a few words before giving you a thumbs up and pointing to the pathway. You slowly made your way towards the direction he pointed and descended the wooden staircase that led to the calm blue water. It wasn’t a long way down, but it felt like forever. You noticed the cameramen scattered around the staircase and waiting at the bottom, but you made sure to keep your eyes looking natural and lips smiling as you focused on your destination. 

You finally reached the seating area, which was essentially a large woven couch with blankets, and sat down, adjusting your hair. You silently thanked the universe for not tripping on the staircase or on the sandy beach, and waited patiently for the next person. Would it be a female or male participant next? You felt your palms sweat slightly as you waited in anticipation, and squinted slightly as a figure began descending the steps. 

It was a male, and even from the bottom of the staircase, you could tell he was very tall and well built. His platinum white hair framed his face so chic and effortlessly, and his outfit consisted of white linen pants and a thin black collared shirt. He also wore dark circular sunglasses, which made him look like a celebrity. Maybe he was one, and you just didn’t know.

Your jaw almost dropped as you admired him from afar, but you quickly resisted the urge, remembering the various cameras that were likely filming your reaction. You kept your face neutral as you tried to remain calm and cool outwardly, but inside, you were practically screaming.

He crossed the sandy beach in long strides towards the seating area where you sat, and took a seat next to you.

“Hey, I’m y/n l/n.” You greeted him politely. 

He lifted his sunglasses, resting them atop his head, and smiled down at you. “I’m Satoru Gojo, but call me Gojo. It’s nice to meet you.” 

You were mesmerized by his vivid blue eyes that seemed to shine the ocean behind the two of you, but gathered yourself enough to reply normally. “Nice to meet you, too.” 

The other contestants floated down the staircase like royalty, showing off camera-ready smiles and expensive looking outfits. You smiled politely at each of them and counted in your head the male to female ratio. Including you, it was six and six, an even split. 

While this was a game show, the contestants seemed to range in occupation. There was Yuji Itadori, who was a soccer player, and Nobara Kugisaki, who was an Instagram model. The others looked just as high-profile. You wondered where Gojo fell on the spectrum. Based on his tall and lean build, he must be an athlete of some sort. You didn’t pay attention to sports well, so he could be a top athlete and you wouldn’t know it. You felt your confidence waver. 

“Hello, everyone! Welcome to Finding Paradise, the show where you compete on an island for a cash prize and may find love on the way.” The game show host announced as he walked across the sand over to the group. You felt your body buzz with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “Today we will jump into the challenges with our famous Snatching Game.”

You cursed internally. You made sure to study the first season, and the Snatching Game was a grueling opener, forcing each contestant to race across the sand and swim 30 meters to floating waterproof bags with high-value items. It could be a knife, hammock, or even food. 

After the host explained the rules of the game, the twelve of you were led to an area of the island where anchored red bags floated in a line. You stood on a line in the middle of two women, and they removed their clothing. You followed suit, lifting your dress and revealing your swimsuit. 

You opted for a sporty two-piece while some of the women had more revealing bikinis. They looked stunning like models but you silently prayed for them that they wouldn’t lose their tops during the race.

You peered to the left of the group of women where the men were preparing to race. The men were all topless, revealing more six packs and muscular veiny arms than you had ever seen before. Gojo stood at the end of the line and you couldn’t help but quickly admire the expanse of muscles coursing around his torso and arms. While he had much fairer skin, he was still tanned evenly as if he was outside often. Definitely an athlete. You wondered what sport he played.

“The first person to grab one of the floating bags wins a separate prize, as well.” The host reminded everyone, and you zeroed in on the red bags floating over the waves. There was one less bag than the amount of people competing, meaning there was one person who wouldn’t get an item. While there was a very slim chance you’d win the first place prize, you were dead set on not being last. 

The host counted down on his loudspeaker and after shouting “Go!”, everyone simultaneously  began sprinting across the sand. You controlled your breathing as you ran, eyeing the people around you as you kicked up sand. There were four men and two women ahead of you with the rest behind. For now, you were in seventh place, but that was before everyone hit the water. 

Normally, you would hesitate before entering cold salty water, but the adrenaline rushing inside of you forced your body to dive into the blue waves. You didn’t know fancy swimming moves, but kicking your legs and propelling your arms was enough to win you a red bag which you grabbed ungracefully. It had a long black strap that you draped across your body, but before you could make your way back to shore, you felt a tug at the bag. 

You shifted your attention to your left where another contestant, a woman with a blonde ponytail, was holding the end of the corner of your red bag. You tried to swim away, but she was persistent, yanking the bag towards herself. You tried floating in place, but with her dragging the bag, you were losing energy.

Her free hand pushed at your face, digging into your cheek. Fuck, it resorted to fighting, huh? Rage subsequently flared over your body, and you kicked at the other contestant, pushing your heel into her stomach and after more struggling, you were finally able to yank the bag out of her grip. Without hesitating, you swam back to shore. 

The salty water stung your eyes, but you continued propelling yourself forward until the water was shallow enough to stand. You then ran onto the beach where everyone else was standing with their bags in hand. You hunched over, pressing your hands into your knees as you caught your breath. You heard movement behind you and observed as the woman angrily stormed out of the water and past you empty handed.

“Wow!” The host exclaimed. “First game, and we are already seeing some amazing action.”

You rolled your eyes, rising up and gripping the strap to your bag. It was light as a feather, almost as if there was nothing in it. You opened the bag and raised an eyebrow at the waterproof cloth rolled up inside. You grabbed the item and sighed in relief. It was a hammock. It would definitely be useful. 

“Our first place winner is none other than Satoru Gojo.” The host announced, and everyone turned to Gojo who stood proudly next to him. “How does the first game feel?”

“I was excited before coming here, but the first game really solidified that feeling. It was fun.” He replied coolly, flashing a smile at the cameraman who zoomed the recording device in on his face.

Fun? You almost scoffed. You almost drowned fighting off the woman, meanwhile Mr. First Place was likely kicking his feet back watching the tussle from the shore. You eyed the woman whose arms were crossed.

The host walked over to her side and brought his microphone up to her face which was pinched into a scowl. “Can you tell me what happened back there, Mimiko?”

She sighed. “Well, you can’t do much in the water when people steal your item from you. I got unlucky.”

Your eyes widened incredulously, and you resisted laughing. Please, you were on your way back to shore when she tried to snag the bag, likely because she was last and didn’t have a choice but to steal from the person closest to her. 

Suddenly, the microphone was shoved into your face. “Y/N, what do you have to say in response?”

You shifted your gaze to the camera lens, and shrugged. “It’s a competition, and I don’t plan on losing anytime soon.”

With that, the host announced the next part of the Snatching Game where partners are decided. The coin was flipped between which gender would be choosing, and it ended up being tails, which meant the men were deciding their partners. It was in order of who got to shore first, so Gojo was the first to pick. 

You scanned down the line of women, all of whom were bright eyed and smiling as he touched his chin, pondering silently. Two of the women looked to be athletes or from the military with their thick thighs and muscular arms, so they would likely be the smartest choice for athletic challenges. On the other hand, the woman who fought for your bag looked to be a model with her small bikini and slim figure, so someone like her could play into the romance aspect of the show. However, the pale-haired man was taking his sweet time.

You watched his eyes scan the line of women until landing on you. You felt your heart skip slightly, and it started to beat out of your chest upon seeing his slim finger pointing at you. “I’m choosing Y/N. She’s got a little fighter in her.”

You saw jaws visibly drop in your peripheral, and you refrained from doing so yourself. Gojo sauntered to your side and placed his hands behind his back. He eyed you from his distance above and you held his gaze. You would have never predicted this event to occur, but finally, things were interesting.

✭・.・✫ ☼

After pairing up, you all were instructed to explore the island and find your designated campsites. Gojo led the way through the dense and humid forest, swinging an ax at the branches blocking the way. 

“Was that your prize for first place?” You asked, and he nodded, flashing a smile back at you.

“Aren’t you a lucky girl?”

“Hmm.” You replied, turning and watching as the beach grew smaller and smaller behind you. “Are we almost there?”

“I think I see a small clearing.” He pointed his ax forward where a small clearing of sand and grass sat. The two of you reached the campsite and he placed his hands on his hips. “Home, sweet home.”

You dropped the bag from your shoulder and revealed the hammock which was tightly rolled into another bag. “I’ll start setting up our bed.”

“You got a hammock?” He asked, closing the distance between the two of you and touching the waterproof fabric. 

You instinctively stepped back, your cheeks heating from the proximity, but forced your head to nod. “What item did you get?” 

He lifted his bag and it looked a lot heavier than yours. He reached his hand in and revealed a large can. 

Your eyes widened. “Peanut butter?”

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he smiled. “Yeah, not bad, huh?”

You crossed your arms. “I guess it’s not the worst.”

Your stomach growled in response, and you blushed. It had been four hours on the island and you were already feeling the ache for a meal, but those no longer existed on the island. 

“How about we have dinner before setting up?” He suggested, unscrewing the lid with ease. 

“Shouldn’t we portion it out so it lasts longer?”

“We will, don’t worry.” He replied. You looked around you for a makeshift spoon, but all there was around you were dirty branches. 

“Stick your finger in.” He stated simply, like it was the most obvious answer. You reeled back slightly, but ultimately walked up to the man and after sucking your finger slightly to clean it, you dipped your finger inside the jar. 

“Whoa, that’s way too much.” Gojo pointed out, and you winced. 

“Sorry, here you can take some off-” You extended your finger, waiting for him to take it from his own, but instead, the man brought your finger up to his lips and before you could comprehend what was happening, he licked half of the brown paste from your pointer finger. Your world shattered into a million pieces as his warm tongue lapped the spread from your finger. He sucked the end slightly, and you stared slack jawed as the man licked his lips lazily.

“Mmm.” He hummed, the side of his lips tipping up as if he was satisfied with himself. “Oh, sorry. I should’ve asked.”

Your finger shook slightly from the shock, but forced yourself to speak. “It’s…fine.” 

You looked away, taking the peanut butter into your own lips. You couldn’t even revel in the savory taste since he decided to pull that stunt, so you silently grabbed your hammock and began hanging it up between two trees. He started chopping wood, likely for a fire. You tried to focus on hanging the hammock, but the image and feeling of him sucking your finger would not stop replaying in your memory.

You couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling bubbling in your stomach, reaching down to your core. You wanted to think you were just hungry, but you couldn’t deny the way your body reacted to such a sultry act from the most attractive man you’ve ever met. You sighed, and almost jumped upon Gojo materializing at your side.

“You should hang it higher because our weight will make it sink.” He reached up and wrapped the straps much higher than you were able to reach. You felt your face warm again. Our weight. Like the peanut butter, the two of you would be sharing the hammock, which would provide little comfort and little space between the two of you. 

“Should we call it a night?” He asked, and you nodded. “Okay, we can try to start a fire tomorrow, since it’s already late.”

With that, you climbed into the hammock and held your breath as he climbed in as well. 

“I’m going to face the other way.” You said quietly, and he nodded his head, doing the same. The two of you had your backs to each other in the cramped hammock, but it was more comfortable than sleeping on the sand with bugs and other crawling creatures. 

For the next hour, you couldn’t sleep, but even above the chirping crickets and sway of the leaves, you heard the faint and steady breathing of the man with his back to you. At least someone was able to rest. You sighed heavily, still in awe that this island survival show was your current reality.

If you could survive this, you could survive anything.

✭・.・✫ ☼

part 2

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Venice anon here! I was at the premiere just for the beginning and the end and it was, in my colleague’s opinion, “the most awkward one we’ve ever worked”, and we probably worked more than 200 between the two of us. The cast walked in without much fanfare while guests were still being seated, which is unusual. There was an award being given to the costume designer and the side of the gallery where crew was seated was louder for that than for the film. The costume designer gave a very nice thank you speech to Olivia and it seemed like things were going to go well for her but by the time we came back the vibe in the room was very different. It was one of the shortest applause we’ve ever seen, with the fact that Florence just started to walk away about 2 minutes in being the complete kiss of death. I am flabbergasted that a room full of fans and crew was so cold when it came to the end, like that is THE most forgiving room you’ll ever screen your film for. I guess they were picking up on the awkwardness of the cast vibes which was palpable. My colleague called it the “cringe mist”.

As far as Holivia interactions go, the one where they briefly whisper behind Chris’ back was literally the only one before and after the film. I was standing where I could see her directly and my girl was trying but Harry was literally saying hello to anyone who would look his way rather than locking eyes with her. I saw them standing before the screening and they were in separate groups, I’m sure they must have interacted but it definitely was not date night lol. Some of the Italian girls working as ushers there were saying “we should try, he’s obviously single” or something like that.

Re the Nick kiss, they did that because in the opening scene the characters joke kiss in the same way. We all know he would have picked Chris, cmon. Who, btw, was high as a fucking kite.

In general, this film is the talk of the town but the old motto of Olivia’s namesake about all press being good press doesn’t really apply here. She made such a spectacle of this and the film doesn’t nearly hold up, and all everyone’s talking about is how insane this rollout have been. Her and Harry are the ones that are coming out of this worse, and I’m so happy he has My Policeman coming out soon because otherwise I fear his acting career might not have the longevity we all hoped.

Dear Venice anon,

Thanks for coming back! I love your details!

Trust me, the “cringe mist” was felt all the way over here. I was dying of second hand embarrassment for H. I think everyone with eyes and a working brain could see and feel the awkward and cringe vibes. And everyone ignoring Olivia, especially Florence and Harry, was abundantly obvious!

I just hope that whatever they're doing, this marks the start of the "are they still together?" press that inevitably ends in breakup articles everywhere when the movie drops.

Olivia's got what was coming for her. She greedily lapped up every single ounce of Harry Styles' fame for herself for the past two years, and inserted herself in every single tabloid and narrative to sell this movie. Her team must SUCK, because evidently they're a bunch of yes-people, bc no way a good team would have advised her to do this knowing full well her movie doesn't hold up. Heck, the entire fandom has been saying this for years - so that's evidence enough.

I kind of love that Harry kissed Nick after the movie was shown. Everyone in attendance obviously knew his joke - but to literally the rest of the world who hasn't seen the movie yet, to them and the press, it's Harry Styles excitedly kissing his male co-star after ignoring his alleged girlfriend during her own movie premiere. THAT speaks volumes tbh.

I agree, I am SO GLAD that H has My Policeman coming bc all the press he's gotten from DWD and his interviews, paired with the film's terrible reviews would have meant certain death to his acting career otherwise. "Just another singer who thinks they can act". I'm VERY hopeful that his name and acting career are redeemed thru My Policeman. The film, and Harry's Tom, have gotten nothing but praise so far. And the fact that the whole cast has already won an award is so telling.

I knewwwww Chris was high as kite kauhgdkasjhd he looked it. Damn he had a lot on his shoulders: promoting a movie he doesn't want to be associated with, with a director he doesn't like, for a film he knows is shit, AND he was the designated Holivia buffer all day, having to sit and stand between them or next to Olivia all day long so that H could be as far from her as possible. GOD - I too would like to not be sober for that.

I'm sad for Harry that Olivia's greed, unprofessionalism and lack of directing talent affected his performance in this movie so terribly. he got no time to rehearse, as he jumped on the project merely a few weeks before filming. Had no time to work thru things with a dialect coach, flesh out scenes or receive good direction for the final takes.

Glad your friend realizes his queerness. Sad it had to be this way tho. It does remind me of when we got those god awful holivia yacht kissing pap pics - and everyone was like "ewwww Harry Styles must be terrible in bed! He has no sex appeal or knows how to touch that woman!".......which....well....self explanatory. I hope Harry gets to redeem his acting skills in a new movie where he can show that with a proper director, professional environment and adequate time for rehearsals he too can convey sexual chemistry and passion with a woman on screen. Real life tho....better step away from the stunts for a while.

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Linkty Dumpty

I was supposed to be on vacation, and while I didn’t do any blogging for a month, that didn’t mean that I stopped looking at my distraction rectangle and making a list of things I wanted to write about. Consequentially, the link backlog is massive, so it’s time to declare bankruptcy with another linkdump:

https://pluralistic.net/tag/linkdump/

[Image ID: John Holbo’s ‘trolley problem’ art, a repeating pattern of trolleys, tracks, people on tracks, and people standing at track switches]++

Let’s kick things off with a little graphic whimsy. You’ve doubtless seen the endless Trolley Problem memes, working from the same crude line drawings? Well, philosopher John Holbo got tired of that artwork, and he whomped up a fantastic alternative, which you can get as a poster, duvet, sticker, tee, etc:

https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/145078097

The trolley problem has been with us since 1967, but it’s enjoying a renaissance thanks to the insistence of “AI” weirdos that it is very relevant to our AI debate. A few years back, you could impress uninformed people by dropping the Trolley Problem into a discussion:

https://memex.craphound.com/2016/10/25/mercedes-weird-trolley-problem-announcement-continues-dumb-debate-about-self-driving-cars/

Amazingly, the “AI” debate has only gotten more tedious since the middle of the past decade. But every now and again, someone gets a stochastic parrot to do something genuinely delightful, like the Jolly Roger Telephone Company, who sell chatbots that will pretend to be tantalyzingly confused marks in order to tie up telemarketers and waste their time:

https://jollyrogertelephone.com/

Jolly Roger sells different personas: “Whitebeard” is a confused senior who keeps asking the caller’s name, drops nonsequiturs into the conversation, and can’t remember how many credit-cards he has. “Salty Sally” is a single mom with a houseful of screaming, demanding children who keep distracting her every time the con artist is on the verge of getting her to give up compromising data. “Whiskey Jack” is drunk:

https://www.wsj.com/articles/people-hire-phone-bots-to-torture-telemarketers-2dbb8457

The bots take a couple minutes to get the sense of the conversation going. During that initial lag, they have a bunch of stock responses like “there’s a bee on my arm, but keep going,” or grunts like “huh,” and “uh-huh.” The bots can keep telemarketers and scammers on the line for quite a long time. Scambaiting is an old and honorable vocation, and it’s good that it has received a massive productivity gain from automation. This is the AI Dividend I dream of.

The less-fun AI debate is the one over artists’ rights and tech. I am foresquare for the artists here, but I think that the preferred solutions (like creating a new copyright over the right to train a model with your work) will not lead to the hoped-for outcome. As with other copyright expansions — 40 years’ worth of them now — this right will be immediately transferred to the highly concentrated media sector, who will simply amend their standard, non-negotiable contracting terms to require that “training rights” be irrevocably assigned to them as a condition of working.

The real solution isn’t to treat artists as atomic individuals — LLCs with an MFA — who bargain, business-to-business, with corporations. Rather, the solutions are in collective power, like unions. You’ve probably heard about the SAG-AFTRA actors’ strike, in which creative workers are bargaining as a group to demand fair treatment in an age of generative models. SAG-AFTRA president Fran Drescher’s speech announcing the strike made me want to stand up and salute:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4SAPOX7R5M

The actors’ strike is historic: it marks the first time actors have struck since 2000, and it’s the first time actors and writers have co-struck since 1960. Of course, writers in the Writers Guild of America (West and East) have been picketing since since April, and one of their best spokespeople has been Adam Conover, a WGA board member who serves on the negotiating committee. Conover is best known for his stellar Adam Ruins Everything comedy-explainer TV show, which pioneered a technique for breaking down complex forms of corporate fuckery and making you laugh while he does it. Small wonder that he’s been so effective at conveying the strike issues while he pickets.

Writing for Jacobin, Alex N Press profiles Conover and interviews him about the strike, under the excellent headline, “Adam Pickets Everything.” Conover is characteristically funny, smart, and incisive — do read:

https://jacobin.com/2023/07/adam-conover-wga-strike

Of course, not everyone in Hollywood is striking. In late June, the DGA accepted a studio deal with an anemic 41% vote turnout:

https://www.theverge.com/2023/6/26/23773926/dga-amptp-new-deal-strike

They probably shouldn’t have. In this interview with The American Prospect’s Peter Hong, the brilliant documentary director Amy Ziering breaks down how Netflix and the other streamers have rugged documentarians in a classic enshittification ploy that lured in filmmakers, extracted everything they had, and then discarded the husks:

https://prospect.org/culture/2023-06-21-drowned-in-the-stream/

Now, the streaming cartel stands poised to all but kill off documentary filmmaking. Pressured by Wall Street to drive high returns, they’ve become ultraconservative in their editorial decisions, making programs and films that are as similar as possible to existing successes, that are unchallenging, and that are cheap. We’ve gone directly from a golden age of docs to a dark age.

In a time of monopolies, it’s tempting to form countermonopolies to keep them in check. Yesterday, I wrote about why the FTC and Lina Khan were right to try to block the Microsoft/Activision merger, and I heard from a lot of people saying this merger was the only way to check Sony’s reign of terror over video games:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/14/making-good-trouble/#the-peoples-champion

But replacing one monopolist with another isn’t good for anyone (except the monopolists’ shareholders). If we want audiences and workers — and society — to benefit, we have to de-monopolize the sector. Last month, I published a series with EFF about how we should save the news from Big Tech:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/04/saving-news-big-tech

After that came out, the EU Observer asked me to write up version of it with direct reference to the EU, where there are a lot of (in my opinion, ill-conceived but well-intentioned) efforts to pry Big Tech’s boot off the news media’s face. I’m really happy with how it came out, and the header graphic is awesome:

https://euobserver.com/opinion/157187

De-monopolizing tech has become my life’s work, both because tech is foundational (tech is how we organize to fight over labor, gender and race equality, and climate justice), and because tech has all of these technical aspects, which open up new avenues for shrinking Big Tech, without waiting decades for traditional antitrust breakups to run their course (we need these too, though!).

I’ve written a book laying out a shovel-ready plan to give tech back to its users through interoperability, explaining how to make new regulations (and reform old ones), what they should say, how to enforce them, and how to detect and stop cheating. It’s called “The Internet Con: How To Seize the Means of Computation” and it’s coming from Verso Books this September:

https://www.versobooks.com/products/3035-the-internet-con

[Image ID: The cover of the Verso Books hardcover of ‘The Internet Con: How to Seize the Means of Computation]

I just got my first copy in the mail yesterday, and it’s a gorgeous little package. The timing was great, because I spent the whole week in the studio at Skyboat Media recording the audiobook — the first audiobook of mine that I’ve narrated. It was a fantastic experience, and I’ll be launching a Kickstarter to presell the DRM-free audio and ebooks as well as hardcovers, in a couple weeks.

Though I like doing these crowdfunders, I do them because I have to. Amazon’s Audible division, the monopolist that controls >90% of the audiobook market, refuses to carry my work because it is DRM-free. When you buy a DRM-free audiobook, that means that you can play it on anyone’s app, not just Amazon’s. Every audiobook you’ve ever bought from Audible will disappear the moment you decide to break up with Amazon, which means that Amazon can absolutely screw authors and audiobook publishers because they’ve taken our customers hostage.

If you are unwise enough to pursue an MBA, you will learn a term of art for this kind of market structure: it’s a “moat,” that is, an element of the market that makes it hard for new firms to enter the market and compete with you. Warren Buffett pioneered the use of this term, and now it’s all but mandatory for anyone launching a business or new product to explain where their moat will come from.

As Dan Davies writes, these “moats” aren’t really moats in the Buffett sense. With Coke and Disney, he says, a “moat” was “the fact that nobody else could make such a great product that everyone wanted.” In other words, “making a good product,” is a great moat:

https://backofmind.substack.com/p/stuck-in-the-moat

But making a good product is a lot of work and not everyone is capable of it. Instead, “moat” now just means some form of lock in. Davies counsels us to replace “moat” with:

our subscription system and proprietary interface mean that our return on capital is protected by a strong Berlin Wall, preventing our customers from getting out to a freer society and forcing them to consume our inferior products for lack of alternative.

I really like this. It pairs well with my 2020 observation that the fight over whether “IP” is a meaningful term can be settled by recognizing that IP has a precise meaning in business: “Any policy that lets me reach beyond the walls of my firm to control the conduct of my competitors, critics and customers”:

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

To see how that works in the real world, check out “The Anti-Ownership Ebook Economy,” a magisterial piece of scholarship from Sarah Lamdan, Jason M. Schultz, Michael Weinberg and Claire Woodcock:

https://www.nyuengelberg.org/outputs/the-anti-ownership-ebook-economy/

Something happened when we shifted to digital formats that created a loss of rights for readers. Pulling back the curtain on the evolution of ebooks offers some clarity to how the shift to digital left ownership behind in the analog world.

The research methodology combines both anonymous and named sources in publishing, bookselling and librarianship, as well as expert legal and economic analysis. This is an eminently readable, extremely smart, and really useful contribution to the scholarship on how “IP” (in the modern sense) has transformed books from something you own to something that you can never own.

The truth is, capitalists hate capitalism. Inevitably, the kind of person who presides over a giant corporation and wields power over millions of lives — workers, suppliers and customers — believes themselves to be uniquely and supremely qualified to be a wise dictator. For this kind of person, competition is “wasteful” and distracts them from the important business of making everyone’s life better by handing down unilateral — but wise and clever — edits. Think of Peter Thiel’s maxim, “competition is for losers.”

That’s why giant companies love to merge with each other, and buy out nascent competitors. By rolling up the power to decide how you and I and everyone else live our lives, these executives ensure that they can help us little people live the best lives possible. The traditional role of antitrust enforcement is to prevent this from happening, countering the delusions of would-be life-tenured autocrats of trade with public accountability and enforcement:

https://marker.medium.com/we-should-not-endure-a-king-dfef34628153

Of course, for 40 years, we’ve had neoliberal, Reaganomics-poisoned antitrust, where monopolies are celebrated as “efficient” and their leaders exalted as geniuses whose commercial empires are evidence of merit, not savagery. That era is, thankfully, coming to an end, and not a moment too soon.

Leading the fight is the aforementioned FTC chair Lina Khan, who is taking huge swings at even bigger mergers. But the EU is no slouch in this department: they’re challenging the Adobe/Figma merger, a $20b transaction that is obviously and solely designed to recapture customers who left Adobe because they didn’t want to struggle under its yoke any longer:

https://gizmodo.com/adobe-figma-acquisition-likely-to-face-eu-investigation-1850555562

For autocrats of trade, this is an intolerable act of disloyalty. We owe them our fealty and subservience, because they are self-evidently better at understanding what we need than we could ever be. This unwarranted self-confidence from the ordinary mediocrities who end up running giant tech companies gets them into a whole lot of hot water.

One keen observer of the mind-palaces that tech leaders trap themselves in is Anil Dash, who describes the conspiratorial, far-right turn of the most powerful men (almost all men!) in Silicon Valley in a piece called “‘VC Qanon’ and the radicalization of the tech tycoons”:

https://www.anildash.com/2023/07/07/vc-qanon/

Dash builds on an editorial he published in Feb, “The tech tycoon martyrdom charade,” which explores the sense of victimhood the most powerful, wealthiest people in the Valley project:

https://www.anildash.com/2023/02/27/tycoon-martyrdom-charade/

These dudes are prisoners of their Great Man myth, and leads them badly astray. And while all of us are prone to lapses in judgment and discernment, Dash makes the case that tech leaders are especially prone to it:

Nobody becomes a billionaire by accident. You have to have wanted that level of power, control and wealth more than you wanted anything else in your life. They all sacrifice family, relationships, stability, community, connection, and belonging in service of keeping score on a scale that actually yields no additional real-world benefits on the path from that first $100 million to the tens of billions.

This makes billionaires “a cohort that is, counterintutively, very easily manipulated.” What’s more, they’re all master manipulators, and they all hang out with each other, which means that when a conspiratorial belief takes root in one billionaire’s brain, it spreads to the rest of them like wildfire.

Then, billionaires “push each other further and further into extreme ideas because their entire careers have been predicated on the idea that they’re genius outliers who can see things others can’t, and that their wealth is a reward for that imagined merit.”

They live in privileged bubbles, which insulates them from disconfirming evidence — ironic, given how many of these bros think they are wise senators in the agora.

There are examples of billionaires’ folly all around us today, of course. Take privacy: the idea that we can — we should — we must — spy on everyone, all the time, in every way, to eke out tiny gains in ad performance is objectively batshit. And yet, wealthy people decreed this should be so, and it was, and made them far richer.

Leaked data from Microsoft’s Xandr ad-targeting database reveals how the commercial surveillance delusion led us to a bizarre and terrible place, as reported on by The Markup:

https://themarkup.org/privacy/2023/06/08/from-heavy-purchasers-of-pregnancy-tests-to-the-depression-prone-we-found-650000-ways-advertisers-label-you

The Markup’s report lets you plumb 650,000 targeting categories, searching by keyword or loading random sets, 20 at a time. Do you want to target gambling addicts, people taking depression meds or Jews? Xandr’s got you covered. What could possibly go wrong?

The Xandr files come from German security researcher Wolfie Christl from Cracked Labs. Christi is a European, and he’s working with the German digital rights group Netzpolitik to get the EU to scrutinize all the ways that Xandr is flouting EU privacy laws.

Billionaires’ big ideas lead us astray in more tangible ways, of course. Writing in The Conversation, John Quiggin asks us to take a hard look at the much ballyhooed (and expensively ballyhooed) “nuclear renaissance”:

https://theconversation.com/dutton-wants-australia-to-join-the-nuclear-renaissance-but-this-dream-has-failed-before-209584

Despite the rhetoric, nukes aren’t cheap, and they aren’t coming back. Georgia’s new nuclear power is behind schedule and over budget, but it’s still better off than South Carolina’s nukes, which were so over budget that they were abandoned in 2017. France’s nuke is a decade behind schedule. Finland’s opened this year — 14 years late. The UK’s Hinkley Point C reactor is massively behind schedule and over budget (and when it’s done, it will be owned by the French government!).

China’s nuclear success story also doesn’t hold up to scrutiny — they’ve brought 50GW of nukes online, sure, but they’re building 95–120GW of solar every year.

Solar is the clear winner here, along with other renewables, which are plummeting in cost (while nukes soar) and are accelerating in deployments (while nukes are plagued with ever-worsening delays).

This is the second nuclear renaissance — the last one, 20 years ago, was a bust, and that was before renewables got cheap, reliable and easy to manufacture and deploy. You’ll hear fairy-tales about how the early 2000s bust was caused by political headwinds, but that’s simply untrue: there were almost no anti-nuke marches then, and governments were scrambling to figure out low-carbon alternatives to fossil fuels (this was before the latest round of fossil fuel sabotage).

The current renaissance is also doomed. Yes, new reactors are smaller and safer and won’t have the problems intrinsic to all megaprojects, but designs like VOYGR have virtually no signed deals. Even if they do get built, their capacity will be dwarfed by renewables — a Gen III nuke will generate 710MW of power. Globally, we add that much solar every single day.

And solar power is cheap. Even after US subsidies, a Gen III reactor would charge A$132/MWh — current prices are as low as A$64-$114/MWh.

Nukes are getting a charm offensive because wealthy people are investing in hype as a way of reaping profits — not as a way of generating safe, cheap, reliable energy.

Here in the latest stage of capitalism, value and profit are fully decoupled. Monopolists are shifting more and more value from suppliers and customers to their shareholders every day. And when the customer is the government, the depravity knows no bounds. In Responsible Statecraft, Connor Echols describes how military contractors like Boeing are able to bill the Pentagon $52,000 for a trash can:

https://responsiblestatecraft.org/2023/06/20/the-pentagons-52000-trash-can/

Military Beltway Bandits are nothing new, of course, but they’ve gotten far more virulent since the Obama era, when Obama’s DoD demanded that the primary contractors merge to a bare handful of giant firms, in the name of “efficiency.” As David Dayen writes in his must-read 2020 book Monopolized, this opened the door to a new kind of predator:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/29/fractal-bullshit/#dayenu

The Obama defense rollups were quickly followed by another wave of rollups, these ones driven by Private Equity firms who cataloged which subcontractors were “sole suppliers” of components used by the big guys. These companies were all acquired by PE funds, who then lowered the price of their products, selling them below cost.

This maximized the use of those parts in weapons and aircraft sold by primary contractors like Boeing, which created a durable, long-lasting demand for fresh parts for DoD maintenance of its materiel. PE-owned suppliers hits Uncle Sucker with multi-thousand-percent markups for these parts, which have now wormed their way into every corner of the US arsenal.

Yes, this is infuriating as hell, but it’s also so grotesquely wrong that it’s impossible to defend, as we see in this hilarious clip of Rep Katie Porter grilling witnesses on US military waste:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJhf6l1nB9A

Porter pulls out the best version yet of her infamous white-board and makes her witnesses play defense ripoff Jepoardy!, providing answers to a series of indefensible practices.

It’s sure nice when our government does something for us, isn’t it? We absolutely can have nice things, and we’re about to get them. The Infrastructure Bill contains $42B in subsidies for fiber rollouts across the country, which will be given to states to spend. Ars Technica’s Jon Brodkin breaks down the state-by-state spending:

https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2023/06/us-allocates-42b-in-broadband-funding-find-out-how-much-your-state-will-get/

Texas will get $3.31B, California will get $1.86B, and 17 other states will get $1B or more. As the White House announcement put it, “High-speed Internet is no longer a luxury.”

To understand how radical this is, you need to know that for decades, the cable and telco sector has grabbed billions in subsidies for rural and underserved communities, and then either stole the money outright, or wasted it building copper networks that run at a fraction of a percent of fiber speeds.

This is how America — the birthplace of the internet — ended up with some of the world’s slowest, most expensive broadband, even after handing out tens of billions of dollars in subsidies. Those subsidies were gobbled up by greedy, awful phone companies — these ones must be spent wisely, on long-lasting, long-overdue fiber infrastructure.

That’s a good note to end on, but I’ve got an even better one: birds in the Netherlands are tearing apart anti-bird strips and using them to build their nests. Wonderful creatures 1, hostile architecture, 0. Nature is healing:

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2023/jul/11/crows-and-magpies-show-their-metal-by-using-anti-bird-spikes-to-build-nests

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/15/in-the-dumps/#what-vacation

Next Tues, Jul 18, I'm hosting the first Clarion Summer Write-In Series, an hour-long, free drop-in group writing and discussion session. It's in support of the Clarion SF/F writing workshop's fundraiser to offer tuition support to students:

https://mailchi.mp/theclarionfoundation/clarion-write-ins

[Image iD: A dump-truck, dumping out a load of gravel. A caricature of Humpty Dumpty clings to its lip, restrained by a group of straining, Lilliputian men.]

#pluralistic #infrastructure #broadband #linkdumps #fran drescher #labor #strikes #libraries #big tech #sag aftra #writer's strike #commercial surveillance #actor's strike #data brokers #ebooks #moats and walls #drm #licensing #glam #publishing #military privacy #copyfight #platform economics #nukes #adam conover #pentagon #birds #mergers #delightful creatures #hostile architecture

[resowrites]

The Waves - oneshot.

Summary: Henry struggles with the concept of personal space…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, slight sexy talk, dialogue heavy, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1537

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

The Waves - oneshot.

She was nearing the end of her magazine when a knock on the bathroom door jolted her to attention. Henry barged in without waiting for a reply. "Er, what do you think you're doing? I'm trying to have a bath here!"

"I know but you've been ages and it's getting late, I need a shave--"

"Tough shit, use the other bathroom--"

"I can't, the light doesn't work, what am I meant to do?" She sighed and closed her magazine.

"Wait till morning and use daylight? Or just shave in the dark, you look at yourself in the mirror so bloody much I'm sure you'll manage. Now get out." He plonked his shaving kit in the sink and folded his arms. The grin on his face could only be described as wicked. 

"... Why are you covering yourself?" His head gestured towards the arm pressed across her chest.

"Er, cos I'm naked?!" Henry laughed.

"So?"

"So, I feel... exposed." He laughed harder.

"Exposed?! I'm not a bloody stranger! Though I must admit, it's been a while since I got a good look at ya..." Henry tilted his head to try and get a glimpse of her lower half through the bubbles.

"Oh my God, will you please leave!"

"Why?! 

"Cos I'm trying to have a fucking bath! In peace!" 

"Yeah and you've had one, it's called compromise! Or did you skip that article in your magazine so you could look at shoes?" 

"No, but if you want I'll show you the one about finding a fucking g-spot. Now go-- wait a minute, you're not shaving off your whole beard?"

"Yeah, why?" He stood with the shaver hovering above his jawline.

"But... you'll be all scratchy." 

"I thought you wanted me to shave!" 

"Yeah but not all of it, I don't wanna be able to see your whole face..." 

"Why not? I get better looking every day..." Henry then kissed the mirror causing her to roll her eyes. "There, how's this length..." He turned and ducked slightly so she could see the square patch of trimmed hair.

"I don't care anymore, just hurry up."

"Aww, what's the matter?" She ignored him and resumed reading. "You know, there's something so mysterious about the g-spot, I just can't put my finger on it..." She held the magazine higher and bit her lip, refusing to join in Henry's laughter. "Why are you getting all arsey?! Is this about what happened earlier?" She shot daggers in his direction though he'd already resumed shaving.

"Oh, you mean when we were walking along the beach and you not only pulled me too close to the surf but then used me as a human shield so I got soaked by that massive wave instead?"

"Well you don't have a problem taking a bath for hours--"

"And how else am I supposed to prevent pneumonia?!" 

"Oh my poor little poppet, here let's make you all comfy..." Henry gathered up a hand towel and placed it carefully under her head as a pillow. "There now, would you like something to drink as well? Maybe some crisps and nuts?" He kept a straight face, which only riled her up further. "But do me a favour and free those titties, eh? Let 'em rise up to greet me--"

"That's it, out. Now."

"But I'm not finished!"

"Then spend less time tanning yourself with your own reflection and hurry up." Henry returned to the mirror and waited a beat.

"OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT SPIDER!!!" She shot up screaming, causing her to drop the magazine in the bath and send water cascading over the side.

"YOU FUCKING MORON--" she quickly fished out the magazine and chucked it straight at him. "Why did you do that?! Christ, one of these days I'll have a fucking heart attack... and what am I meant to read now?" Henry struggled to respond he was laughing so hard.

"I thought I saw a spider alright?! Here read this--" he winged a shampoo bottle towards her.

"Right, I've had enough. Piss off and go tend to my daughter - who's probably been left all alone in her pen."

"Fear not Big Ollie, Little Ollie's curled up next to Kal, fast asleep--"

"Will you stop calling us that?! This morning she went racing up the stairs when you called down to me, it's making her confused!"

"Well what else do I call her then if she's just as dopey as you?! I mean, I suppose I could abbreviate... what about Bollie and Lollie?" Henry could see her nostrils flare.

"Lollie's-- I mean Copper's," he grinned, "not dopey thank you very much. She's not even six months old and knows most of her commands as well as how to play hide and seek. So up yours." 

"Oh yeah? Well if she's that smart why does she keep hiding in the same spot behind the sofa? And how is she your daughter if Kal is our son? I bought them both--"

"Those are good questions, why don't you ponder them on your way out?" Henry smiled lovingly at her exasperated reflection in the glass and began trimming the other side of his face. A minute or two passed in peaceful silence. 

"You know... we can try for a baby if you want to?" Her head snapped toward him.

"What?! Where did that come from?"

"Nowhere, it's just... you were so thrilled with Copper I thought I'd make sure you knew the option was there." 

"Are you... telling me you wanna be a dad-dad now?" Henry could see her wheels turning and the look of worry on her face. 

"Hey don't get all in your head, I just didn't want you to miss out if you'd changed your mind, that's all." She cleared her throat and shifted awkwardly.

"Henry I... I still don't think it's a good idea. I mean besides it being a terrible thing to unleash on humanity; my body would change, our relationship would change, and you'd have to scale back on work as well. I couldn't raise a baby and carry on working mostly alone--" he shushed her gently.

"Darling, none of that matters, I promise. And of course I'd be here for you. In fact I've decided to scale back on work anyway..." His words hung in the air for a moment or so.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm just... sick of running myself into the ground, you know? And for what? I enjoy what I do but I don't have anything more to prove and I've made enough money. I want to focus more on us--"

"But we both know that's not how it works. The less you do the less you're likely to be offered, and then you'll just end up resenting me." Henry stepped over to the sink to rinse his face and then folded down the toilet lid so he could take a seat.

"Don't be daft. This last month with you here has been one of the happiest of my life," she quickly blushed, "why wouldn't I want more of that? I'm not talking about retiring, just filming over here more and not being away so much. I'll be forty this year and I'm starting to feel it, I can't keep going like a ploughhorse forever." She eyed him carefully.

"Well it's your decision, love. You know I'll support you in anything you decide to do. But please make sure you're doing this for yourself. I don't think it's likely that I'll change my mind about having kids..." Henry smiled reassuringly.

"That's fine darling, really. You already know I'd prefer not to share you. I'm now battling two Akitas for your attention, add a baby into the mix and I don't think I could cope with the neglect," she rolled her eyes again, "anyway we've got enough to do at the moment. I was gunna start writing my vows later..."

"What? Henry, we are not writing our own wedding vows--"

"Why not?!"

"Really? I have to explain that one, do I?" He smirked.

"Well what about our honeymoon? I know I've got to return to filming in the summer but we'll still have time for a decent one." Henry got up and turned on the bath's hot tap to reheat the water for her. "Any more ideas where you'd like to go? We also don't have to go home tomorrow if you're not ready?"

"Why would I not be ready?"

"I dunno... you just seem more settled here." 

"Nah, it's fine love, honestly. We need to get back." She considered him for a moment as he gently swirled the water around her ankles. "... You know I love you, don't you? Even though I can now see the arse on your chin that matches the one on your nose..." Henry grinned and ducked down beside her.

"Is that right, Bollie?" She ignored the egregious new nickname and beckoned him closer for a kiss. A load of water suddenly flew into Henry's face. He jumped to his feet coughing and spluttering.

"That's for soaking me at the beach you little shit," he then quickly whipped off his clothes, "wait, what are you doing?!"

"Well I might as well join you now--" 

"HENRY NOOO--"

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[pandemic-info]

CDC easing covid isolation guidance worries vulnerable people - The Washington Post

https://www.washingtonpost.com/health/2024/02/17/cdc-covid-isolation-vulnerable-sick-leave/

Concerns among medically vulnerable people are growing as the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention prepares to drop its long-standing recommendation that those with covid isolate for five days. People with compromised immune systems worry that co-workers will return to the office while they’re still contagious. At the same time, the few remaining policies guaranteeing paid leave for employees with covid are largely coming to an end. New York, the only state that still requires paid leave for covid isolation, is considering ending that benefit this summer. Even as many cheer loosening isolation guidance, others are troubled by federal health officials’ latest move to stop treating covid as a unique respiratory viral threat. The forthcoming change, first reported by The Washington Post, says people could return to school and work if they have been fever-free for at least 24 hours without the aid of medication and they have mild and improving symptoms. This article is free to read: https://www.washingtonpost.com/health/2024/02/17/cdc-covid-isolation-vulnerable-sick-leave/

I will add that any scientifically literate person who understands how this disease affects the body has been and continues to be concerned.

Let's not keep pinning it just on "vulnerable people" and making them carry the entire load for everyone, in addition to the ways they're already suffering.

But who am I kidding at this point, honestly. Everything is so fucked.

#covid is disabling #long covid #COVID #cdc #covid is vascular #covid is not the flu #immunocompromised #article #washington post

[iciclesses]

okay wait with the clothes frittata thing you mentioned a couple posts back

I feel like Simon and price would be most likely?

especially with the dynamic I see them as having- Simon goes to price for help whenever he’s stressed or anxious or angry or just overall overwhelmed/about to snap, which brings them into their dynamic of Simon having little tasks like cockwarming Price with his mouth or being a human ashtray—something easy for him to succeed in that helps him settle and relax? Idk

ANYWAYS

Simon gets handed off to some other captain or something, someone who has no idea at all what he needs, how to handle him, what his specialties are

The mission ends up going badly, and Simon’s about to break into a thousand pieces—he can’t handle just remembering that CO glossing over and ignoring him!! He’s about to do something illegal and borderline war criminal!!

Storms into Price’s office, and he can immediately tell Simon’s on the brink of sanity. Brings him over, behind the desk, and now we’re back to your idea, clothed frontage :3

because while the two have a strong hind and relationship, and Simon has gone without a couple clothing articles, he’s too deep in his anger to be anywhere near able to get them off, and price needs to act fast to help sooth his boy and help him release all that stress :33

YOU GET ME THIS IS THE EXACT DYNAMIC THAT I LOVE WITH PRICE AND GHOST!!

Like. That caretaker dynamic but not a parental way more of a zookeeper who specializes in the dangerous tiger way.

Price thinks, I know what he needs. Only I know what he needs. He can always come to me, I'll drop everything to provide for him. He doesn't know any better, he needs me. Only me, only I.

Ghost thinks, he'll always take care of me. I have to be good for him so he can't have a reason to leave me. I owe him everything, without him I am nothing.

Ghost not being able to stand people touching his bare skin, of course Price knows that. Is more than happy to let him rut desperately against his thigh, no matter how much the fabric jostling together burns after a time. Price is proud to see his boy on the battlefield, overjoyed to be the only person Ghost comes to to really let go and whimper and whine and want.

#noel.haps #price x ghost #went a little different direction im so sorry anon fkdnsns i just love Them and u really got the worms in my brain wriggling

[avocado-writing]

I Know That I Should Let Go, But I Can’t (Pt 2)

Did i co-opt this into being tangerine x goofy!reader part 2? perhaps. am I sorry? maybe.

GN!Reader x Tangerine

Rated: M (CW: Mention of a r/pist, but only in the context of him getting killed)

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St Pancras Station. It gets under his skin, makes him itch. A dread that seeps deep into his bones. It’s a feeling he always has in stations now. He can’t get on trains any more. He hates them. 

Thinking about that job, that fucking job, his neck begins to throb. The deep scar there that his eyes will always be drawn to whenever he looks in the mirror. 

Involuntary, his hand goes to it. Fucking stop it, he tells himself. 

He doesn’t. 

Lemon sticks close to him through the crowd, silently being someone who’s there to support him. Lemon knows how he feels without having to ask about it. He’s never been so glad for his brother’s ability to read people.

Target should be making the drop-off here. No trains involved, their handler promised. Tangerine is trying to concentrate on his breathing and not the throng of bodies that bustle past him as he walks through the station.

He hates this. Hates it.

Then he hears the piano.

Usually he thinks the people who play the public instruments at train stations are pricks, but there’s something about this time that gives him pause.

“Do you hear that?” he asks Lemon, stopping in the middle of the crowd. An elderly woman behind him tuts loudly and makes a show of shuffling around.

“What, the piano?” Lemon asks, confused. 

“No, the sound of that old bitch getting annoyed with me,” he says, nodding at the lady who just went by, “of course the fucking piano.”

Lemon listens. It doesn’t seem to mean much to him, but it does to Tangerine - it’s that song. The one you mentioned the last time they met.

And before Lemon can stop him, Tangerine’s on the warpath.

He’s not seen you since that night and he doesn’t like it. He’d spent a while looking at that fortune-teller with your number scrawled inside it, trying to work out if it was something that he wanted to pursue. It could be dangerous. He didn’t really know the first thing about you.

Then again, he’s a hitman. So he fired off the message and waited.

Got to give you credit for the most creative way I’ve ever gotten someone’s number.

Didn’t need to wait for long.

Yeah, I’m sure you’re gonna tell me you’re batting them off left and right, aren’t you? ;)

And so the two of you had started chatting. About asinine things, the weather, the sports. He wasn’t surprised to find you were just as silly over text as you were in real life. He enjoys them, your little conversations - he always smiles to himself when he sees your name appear on his phone screen.

He eventually got the nerve to ask you out for a drink one night. He swore he wasn’t watching his phone for your reply like some teenage girl, but he did practically jump to open your chat when he saw you’d messaged back.

I can’t tonight. Haven’t you seen the news? /:

The last word was hyperlinked. Probably to an article or something.

When he clicked it and Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up started to play on YouTube, he actually launched his phone across the room. 

By the time he fished his SIM card out of the pile of scrap and clicked it into a new phone, you’d sent a follow up message.

I really am in the middle of something.

There was a picture attached. He readied himself for it to be a picture of Rick Astley, but it was actually of you that time. You were using a photo filter which had given you bunny ears while you waved at the camera using someone’s dismembered hand. In the background Tangerine could see a man clutching his own bloody stump mid-scream.

Charming. What did he do?

Almost immediate:

Rapist. Cunt blrrding iut.

*bleeding out. Sorrt. Blood on kryboard :(

He’d smiled at that. Yeah, he’d been there himself.

And now? He’s racing through the station with Lemon on his heels, and there you are. At the piano. Singing loudly and surprisingly tunefully, filling the area with music. As he approaches you finally clock him, and with a grin you change what you’re playing from that old pop song to the Imperial March. 

Tangerine rolls his eyes and you burst into giggles. Lemon groans when he sees who it is.

“Fucksake, not this again,” he sighs. You give him a friendly wave.

“Alright, Lem?”

“Worse now you’re here,” he states. You pull an exaggeratedly sad face. 

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“You’re good at playing that,” Tangerine interrupts, nodding at the piano. You smile.

“Thanks. One of my hidden talents. I’m glad you turned up, though. It was my third time playing that song. I think the coffee wankers were getting impatient.”

You nod over to the queue outside the chain café, where there seems to be a general feeling of relief that you’ve stopped. Tangerine watches the look of dissatisfaction on your face at that, and how when you go to play it for the fourth time, you light up at their annoyance.

He doesn't question how you knew they’d be there. 

“How did your job go the other night?”

“From the selfie?”

Tangerine sees the way Lemon raises his eyebrows and aptly chooses to ignore it.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, yeah, fine. I made him give his own severed hand a high five,” you snort. Your face darkens for a moment, and you misplay a chord. Tangerine thinks it’s the most serious he’s ever seen you. “That’s what you get for being a fucking rapist.”

Tangerine wonders if he should say anything. He wants to reach out and put a hand on your shoulder. Ground you, the way you’re grounding him in the middle of this busy station. But all too soon you’re smiling again.

“What are you boys here for then?”

“Hand-off. Interception,” Tangerine states. 

“Don’t fucking say that!” Lemon says, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. Tangerine frowns. His brother is right, he shouldn’t have said that. You catch him off-guard.

Your grin is practically Cheshire-cat wide. 

“What a coincidence! Me too!”

“Are you here to fucking steal this from us again?”

“Maybe. Add it to my list of interests. ‘Irritating you two’ along with ‘long walks on the beach’ and ‘interior decorating’,” you chuckle.

“Why, you into all that cliché shite then?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“Are you?”

His heart skips a beat when you look up from the piano and into his eyes. He’s never really noticed the colour of your eyes before. They’re… nice.

“Shit!” Lemon says, grabbing his brother’s sleeve, “Our guy’s on the move.”

A man is striding through the station, a heavy-looking gym bag on him. Tangerine recognises his face from their mission assignment.

And then you’re up, speeding past them, laughing.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” you shout over your shoulder. The mark notices you speeding after him and starts to run.

“Fuck me,” Lemon sighs, “you know how to pick them, don’t you?”

Tangerine rather thinks he does. Because, now he’s seen you, the fact he’s in a station isn’t bothering him any more.

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train #request #my writing #answered

[starlightswitch]

Lost: Heirloom Ring

@flashfictionfridayofficial I did this sort of story years ago for Writer's Month and to my surprise it got more interest than normal for me; I wonder what will happen this time?

10:27PM You didn’t tell me you got home so I’m hoping that means you forgot and not that you were in an accident or something.

I got home

Okay

10:38PM I don’t even want to tell you this.

What?

10:50PM I lost the ring – It could literally be anywhere – What am I going to tell Grandma?

Okay don’t – Sorry I didn’t mean to hit send there. I mean this in the nicest way possible but don’t be dramatic. It couldn’t literally be anywhere.

I mean basically – I made the most stops possible on the way home – I got gas twice because the first place was expensive and I got a coffee so I needed an extra bathroom stop – It could be any of those places – I should have left it on my finger. Then I would at least know when it went missing

Or it could have fallen off your finger and rolled down a storm drain. Breathe, okay?

Grandma is going to kill me

Grandma is not going to kill you

She might disown me

Uh, no

She might hate me for the rest of her life and then come back and haunt me

Oh my god. Get back to me when you’re calm enough to remember what Grandma is like.

Ha ha ha ha – Can you at least kind of sympathize? I LOST THE RING

Yes I got that. I have an idea. Where were all those places you stopped?

The usual. The Wawa halfway, that Little River Coffee Co, the usual rest stop, and that last Sheetz before home. Don’t tell me to go back to all of them and look

Of course not

Grandma would call that a fool’s errand

That much driving? It would be a fool’s *quest*. Nope, I’m going to post about it and tag them all

Oh – How are you going to tag a rest stop?

I’m going to tag the Department of Transportation

Jess Kalin Monday, 8:15AM Yesterday, at brunch with my little sister Ella at the amazing Back Door, my grandma gave each of us a piece of jewelry that belonged to our mother (who you may know passed away a few years ago). To me, the pearl necklace she wore for her senior picture and graduation. To Ella, a gold ring studded with tiny emeralds– green being Mom’s and Ella’s shared favorite color. The ring was a tiny bit big for Ella, so she tucked it in her pocket.

After her seven-hour drive home, Ella found the ring was gone.

We are hoping against hope it can be found where she stopped along the way. I’ll drop the exact locations in the comments. @Wawa, @Sheetz, @LittleRiverCoffeeCompany, @VirginiaDepartmentOfTransportation can anyone help us?

Virginia Department of Transportation Not Responding to Comments About Missing Ring Monday, 3:51PM The Virginia Department of Transportation has turned off comments on a post on their Facebook page asking if they will help in the search for a missing ring.

Yesterday afternoon, the Department was tagged in a post by Facebook user Jess Kalin. Kalin’s sister, Ella, apparently lost a ring, a family heirloom that had just been passed down to her, on an interstate drive. The now-viral post led Facebook user Lisa Kowalski to post on the Department of Transportation’s page requesting they help with the search for the ring. The post garnered dozens of comments in a few hours…

7:16PM Hey, isn’t the Back Door the restaurant you really like with the pierogis on the brunch menu?

Yeah, why?

There’s this article about this whole thing with a missing ring and the DOT. I just thought it was interesting the ring apparently got given to the person in the first place at the Back Door (link)

Oh my god

Back Door Restaurant Monday, 8:27AM FOUND: Ring. By the table one back from the window on the wall by the parking lot. (Pic is of the table we mean.) Describe to claim. Please spread the news if you know someone who was here yesterday, it’s a beautiful ring and we’re sure the owner wants it back!

Missing Ring Safe and Sound, “Most People Want to Help” Tuesday, 12:01PM A ring thought to have been dropped somewhere on the long drive from eastern Virginia to western North Carolina has been found.

The ring was given to Ella Kalin by her grandmother, Betty Sorochman, at popular brunch restaurant the Back Door on Sunday. When Kalin arrived home that evening, she discovered the ring was missing and assumed she must have lost it on the drive, prompting her sister Jess to take to Facebook.

Jess Kalin’s plea for help went viral. The manager of the Wawa where Ella stopped contacted Jessica, promising to alert her if the ring was found there. The Virginia Department of Transportation’s Facebook page received an influx of comments asking them to search for the ring at the rest stop where Ella Kalin stopped; the Department did not respond.

However, the ring had never left the restaurant. Employees at the Back Door found the ring Sunday and made a Facebook post Monday morning asking their followers to spread the news to help find the ring’s owner. Marya Logan is the follower who recognized the possible connection to the viral post about the missing ring. She contacted Jess Kalin and sent her the Back Door’s post. Jess confirmed the ring must be her sister’s.

Betty Sorochman went to the restaurant to reclaim the ring, which she will return to Ella. The ring originally belonged to Sorochman’s daughter Kimberly, Jess and Ella’s mother. Kimberly (Sorochman) Kalin passed away in 2019. Sorochman says she would love the story of the lost and found ring. “Kimmie loved a good story, so it’s only fitting now there’s one about her ring,” Sorochman says. “And she always said most people want to help, so if she found out how many people stepped in to help find her ring, she’d say, ‘See, I knew it’.”

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[roipecheur]

...did marvel seriously kill Frank off just to make a new Punisher?

So, this made me look up Joe Garrison, because I've not been following Marvel that closely beyond DD as of late, and I was actually not aware. Afaik, Frank zapped himself into some fucked up hellscape world at the end of the last Punisher run (which s u c k e d and I hope it gets retconned entirely), so he's not really dead, but it seems like Marvel is, at least for now, claiming that they've retired him. In true comic book fashion, though, it seems like they've given him a way to come back. I mean. Dead characters come back all the time in comics to the point where it's one of the things they're known for, and Frank isn't even dead.

As for Joe Garrison:

Extremely funny to me that his last name is Garrison

In Punisher '87, they had Lynn Michaels and Payback as alternative Punishers, including in an arc where Frank was supposed to be dead, and they didn't stick around. Frank did.

Frank, as some articles claim, also had "problematic baggage", meaning that right-wing paramilitary idiots and the police liked to co-opt his symbol. As a new character, Joe Garrison is supposed to be less "problematic" and have a clean slate. But listen. Listen. This is not going to stop people from co-opting the Punisher symbol. Even if they're trying to make this carbon copy of Frank (who also lost his wife and family) less brutal and more compassionate, he's still got a (vaguely redesigned) skull on his chest, and he's still out there shooting people for vengeance, and, oh yeah, he's still called the Punisher.

Punisher 2020 really read like, "hmmmm there are some unfortunate implications to the way certain people are relating to Frank's character, so rather than address those in a satisfying way that makes sense, we're going to nuke his characterization and stick him in hellscape land for a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ amount of time." Seeing Marvel go from Punisher: Kill Krew to that was so disappointing bro. Like watching a fucking train wreck.

Yeah, Frank has baggage, but you know what he also has? History. Flavor. He's a product of his original context and the time when he was created, and there are ways to adapt that for modern readers that fucking work. (Netflix!Frank did a bang up job of this tbh). Joe Garrison is a former SHIELD agent rather than a war vet. Imo about half the point of Frank's character is how the war taught him violence and he resorted to that as his only response to grief, and it really seems like Marvel thought it was a good idea to copy Frank and sand down all his edges.

As a silver lining, it looks like we're going to see more of MCU Frank in Disney+ Daredevil. Now that the writers and actors have won their strike and with it better working conditions that will hopefully give more respect to their skills, I am tentatively hopeful that it will be better than what the synopsis of Disney+ DD sounded like before (😬). Don't know how much Frank will be in it yet, but maybe this will inspire a little more interest in the character, and we will get another 616 run of Frank at his best: getting forcibly befriended by every child, dog, and senior citizen he encounters in between episodes of gratuitous violence. 😎✌

On a final note, if Marvel wanted to separate Frank from the disturbing amount of people that seem to take him for real-life inspiration--which is the wrong idea to have about any comic book vigilante, lethal or otherwise--all they gotta do is give him a new hot dude version of Microchip and make them fuck like rabbits. Every right-winger who likes the Punisher would immediately drop him like a hot coal. But Marvel won't do that because they're cowards.

#punisher #asks #this activated me like a sleeper agent