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quaintii · 11 months

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The CEO

A/N: the strip club scene from the movie, "Alice" and my dirty fantasies made me write this. I stood up for 4 hours revising this over and over so if there's mistakes, pls comment 😭 Hella long too 😭 word count is prob 4k?

Contents and warnings: breeding kink, hair pulling, choking, spanking, blackmail, remote-controlled vibrator, workplace setting, very very filthy smut <3

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Summary: You worked as a secretary to your CEO for a couple of months now and he was very cold to you and everyone else. You have a secret: you work as a stripper in a prestigious strip club.

You work at Alchemax main building, you're a main secretary for Miguel O'Hara, the CEO in charge. You always greet him with a happy energy every morning, though he doesn't bother to return it back. You find him very cold. You try refusing that you didn't want to take a bite out of him or for him to break you because of his tone and stern glare whenever his eyes would meet yours. The tension between you two was thick. But you ignored it. You still kept your composure whatsoever whenever you would glance at him being furious, he would lash out his anger back at you whenever a meeting didn't go through. Deep down, you enjoyed the degradation, rushing hot blood to your cunt, pulsing."Ms. L/N, seriously you have to keep up with the latest specific studies, you can't keep coming in here turning in reports that were beyond due! Are you sure you're staying focused on this job, Ms? I will have to fire you if you dare make me lose another opportunity for growth of this company." He said with an angry sigh. "Sorry, Mr. O'Hara, I've just been busy with personal issues lately and I don't mean to push aside my work, ever! I'll make sure to meet your expectations next time." You say with confidence. "Okay, one last try. Or you're fired. Get out of my office."

He said while keeping his eyes on his computer. You nod and excuse yourself, walking towards the door, he turns his eyes to your body. Eyeing you up and down. He once again sighed angrily. He wanted you badly even since you first walked through that door. He would jerk himself in the middle of the night, wanting to thrust inside your pretty cunt til you were cock-drunk. Wanting to feel your hot walls wrapping around his cock, sucking him in like a vacuum. Begging for more. He couldn't stop thinking of you. On the other hand, you still push through his grumpy side, just for the money. Besides working this job, you have a small side hustle to gain more money. You wouldn't say you're greedy, you're just meeting your own needs. You thought to yourself if you possibly had an exhibitionism kink…probably.

At midnight, you work at a high prestige strip club, teasing men with your lascivious body. You wore almost nude outfits, begging to be ripped off your brown skin. Tonight you were by far exhausted from the calculations from work, and working as a stripper helped you ease down. You would keep your identity hidden with a wig and do your makeup a different way. You placed on your blonde wig in the dressing room, you wore some black and red lingerie that was decorated with soft silky satin finishes. It was completely exposing, besides your nipples - which had nipple covers on them, hearts to be exact. One of your companions on stage came up to you, "Hey girl, guess who we have today?" "What? Those musty middle-aged men again?" You laugh off. "No..we have a vip here. He seems really hot." She giggled. "Penny, you know that VIPs wear masks right? How could one be hot while wearing a masquerade mask? I'm pretty sure you're just bluffing, don't be a tease, babe." You said while sighing. "Whatever you say, just giving a heads up that I'm going to take him tonight." She said with a squeal.

You were waiting in line for your turn to perform, though things changed as your boss said you had a pole stage all to yourself. "You're one of my favorites and I think you'll lure in the VIP, this is very big for this company, so do well." He said and walked off. Only the best could perform on this stage, as a teen you practiced a lot of flexibility and dancing. Who would've known it'd taken you here, at this moment. As you walk past the curtains, you lean by the walls, posing yourself. You walk slowly to the spotlight by the pole and do some spins and a split, opening your legs to your clothed cunt towards the audience.

Lots of woahs echo in your ears, afterall you were the best one here. You tried to remember what the chick from earlier said, you kept trying to find a man with a masquerade mask but you couldn't. Until you faced your eyes towards the low, lighted bar. He was focusing on your body and face. You sneakily changed your position to face him, swaying your hips to the song, seductively going lower and lower. You raise yourself by your legs hanging on the pole, doing some twists. The man takes a sip of some alcohol then signaling you to come towards where he was. You finished off your show and a lot of groans were heard. As you approached the man in the mask, everyone's eyes were on you. You finally see this man's figure and he was towering. You almost stumbled back because he seemed so frightening. He grabbed your wrist harshly and headed towards the vip lounge rooms. To the last row at the very end is where you were taken. "Quítate la ropa," he said with a grating tone. (Take off your clothes.)

You disobeyed him as it did seem too fast for you, so you did a little teasing. You faced your ass upfront to his crotch. Straddling him slowly with your hips. You heard light groans but nothing more than that. You figured out a way for him to get more pleased. You started giving him a lap dance. Moving your ass upfront to his face. Arching your back on the table that you laid on top. You would move your hips to the side, still teasing, but you stopped as soon as you heard a rough voice whispering in your ear, "No me hagas eso muñeca, yo no la haría si era tu. Quiero ver tu coño." (Don't do that to me doll, I wouldn't do that if I were you. I want to see your cunt.) He said while nibbling your ear. Shivers were sent down to your spine, doing so, you removed your panties and spread your legs at him. "Feliz?" (Happy?) You said in a low tone. "No, quiero que volteretas tu coño y culo a mi, corazón." (No, I want you to turn around and face your pussy and ass towards me, love.) He said with a grinning smile.

Those nicknames drove you wet to your core a bit, so you decided to push his limit. "Y que me pasó si no lo hago casó?" (And what will happen if I don't listen?) You said giggling. You suddenly gasp as you keep his bodyweight laying down on yours onto the satin sofa, feeling his crotch, a huge bulge against your ass. "No te va gustar mucho, amor." He rubbed his hips against yourself, you pushing your ass to his hips, hoping to relieve some friction on your cunt. He moved himself and slapped your ass harshly. You yelp out a moan. "¿Quién te dijo que puedes hacer eso? Yo soy quien mando, cariño. Te gusta eso?" (Who said you could do that? I'm the one in charge here, love. You like that?) He said while snickering softly.

You turn your head around and nod slowly. You bite your swollen lip, your cunt now dripping in slicked wetness. The mysterious man then placed a finger, moving them to your clit. You moan in relief. "F-fuck, please fuck me sir, please…" "Look how wet you are for me..you're such a dirty slut." He said while landing another slap on your ass, making you jerk forward and whimper. "Turn around for me." You do as he said, biting your lips, hoping for something exciting. That is until you notice his mask is off, and your blood runs cold. Your face burns up with embarrassment and you covered your cunt with your hands. "Mr.O'Hara, I didn't know it was you, how did you even find me here, I-i." He placed a finger on your lips, quickly shutting you up. "I know everything about you. Here, take this and wear it tomorrow for the presentation. If you don't, I'll have to fire you for moral turpitude. Looking like dirty, fucking, slut at night and working at my office in day like a good girl." He said, whispering into your ears.

His hot breath and voice once again sparked fire down your core. He quickly left you alone in the lounge room, leaving you to your own rapid thoughts. You couldn't stop hyperventilating from what just happened, you can't afford to get fired! Your whole record would be ruined for doing something so indecent. You couldn't hate yourself more than right now. Round the corner, a red box catches your eyes. You proceed to open it and it's a remote controlled vibrator, though the remote, you assumed, he had. You placed the pieces together and realized you had to wear this to the next presentation meeting. You couldn't let your record get ruined, let alone knowing your boss telling others of what you do at night. You had to face it and put up with it.

The next day, you kept staring at the vibrator. You were nervous, sweat droplets spreading across your face. What if it falls off during the presentation? What if someone could hear the vibrations? You kept wondering about so many endless scenarios about the 'What if.' You took a deep sigh and placed it in your cunt. It was cold against your warm pussy. It felt quite uncomfortable. As you walked to Mr. O'Hara's office, you couldn't gather the courage to even knock on his door nor look at his face after last night. But you did so anyway. "Here are the reports for today, Mr. O'Hara. I made sure they're all good for the presentation soon." You said timidly. "Perfect, thank you Ms. L/N, I hope you remember what I told you last night. Let's see how well you do today, if you fail I'll just have to fire you." He said with a cold tone but with a hint of amusement. You audibly gasped and faced him. His eyes already magnetized onto yours, eyeing you up and down.

You felt yourself getting aroused again, his sculpted features drew you in further. Your mind brings back how his crotch felt against your hips, he was rock hard and it felt heavenly. "I-I made s-sure of that, Mr. O'Hara." You kept stumbling over your words, causing you to scream inside. "Great, you can head out now." He said while grinning. Still eyeing you. You excuse yourself and quickly get out of there, you felt like there was no air in your lungs, you placed your palms on your face wondering how bad this could possibly go. You cursed under your breath.

The presentation was starting, Mr. O'Hara was doing the first couple of slides then you had the rest to yourself. Unfortunately, the presentation was 10 slides long. Many prestigious men entered the room, greeting one another. You sit by Mr. O'Hara's chair, his chair being right in the middle in the very back, facing the board. About 20 minutes pass, and it's your turn to present. "Welcome to Alchemax, I would like to provide you guys with an amazing proposal that would benefit both sides of our companies." You said while switching your eyes with the representatives and Miguel. You see something shift in his suit, and you jolt as you feel the vibrations on. You almost stumble on the floor by the unexpected vibrations. "Sorry about that, probably something I ate this morning. Stomach ache!" You say trying to brush off your jolting. You start with your first slide, glaring at Miguel whenever he would turn on and off the vibrating.

Your cunt was dripping wet. You wanted more vibrations even if you were to embarrass yourself right now and risk your job. You tried your best to pay no attention to how Miguel's eyes would light up dark red, giving you an erotic stare. As if he was unclothing you with his eyes. Watching you break all over something small, he wondered how badly you'd break around his cock, using your body like a a slut you are. As you kept speaking, the vibrations kept increasing which caused you to stutter multiple times. "Excuse me miss, is something ok?" Asked a representative. "Oh I'm sure it's just nothing, don't worry." You smile softly. You then glare at Miguel, for embarrassing you during your big project. But deep down, you enjoyed it. You coughed and continued your presentation. The vibrator started fastening more, your clit becoming sensitive as time went by. It felt like the slided wouldn't come to an end, you felt wobbly to your knees.

You tried your best to not fall and keep your professional composure. Small tears streaked down your cheeks, you had hoped they were unnoticed. You felt like coming until it finally stopped. You let out a small growl, staring at Miguel in dissatisfaction. You were finally done with your presentation which felt like ages. The moment you sat down, Miguel increased it to it's highest speed. You jolted, your nerves and blood rushing through your system. You let out a stifled moan, and proceeded to play it out as a cough. Now that you're sitting, the vibrator is hitting your clit even harder. You felt like the pleasure was going to leave you unconscious because it just felt so good. You had half-lidded eyes looking at Miguel, begging for him to stop but he just smirked at you. You bit the inside of your cheeks, drawing out blood, you kept holding in your moans and breathing heavily.

You felt like your eyes were rolling back to your head. You just rested your head on the chair's head support. Your throat felt like it was about to let out a loud moan and you choked on your saliva. You couldn't hold it in anymore, so you hurriedly left the room and ran to the bathroom. Miguel still kept the vibrator on it's highest setting which made you stumble on the way onto the floor the moment you made it to the bathroom. You placed your arms on the sink, holding yourself up as you felt your cunt pulsing and spasming around the device, finally letting out your moans. Your legs were wobbly and you finally came.

Your breathing became unstable-like, you tried your best to regulate it back. You started at yourself in the mirror, how could you do something so foolish and be caught up in this situation? You pulled off the device and flushed it down the toilet. You finally thought it was over and you could keep your job. That is until you open the door, Miguel immediately barging in and grabbing your waist towards his chest. He closed the door behind him. "God you should've seen how you looked squirming, princess. You looked adorable, you're such a good girl y'know? You should be rewarded." "Miguel, please let this be over…" You gave out more moans as he massaged your breasts. "Todavía no, cariño. Te quiero conmigo, quiero usar tu cuerpo y saber tu precioso coño.." (Not yet love, I want to be with you, use your body and taste your pretty pussy.)

He gruffed as he sucked onto your neck. "Mhmmf.. M-miguel, please…" You whimpered out. "Be a good slut for me, do that for me." He grabbed a hold of your throat, lifting towards his face. His eyes lit up with lust. Your brain was starting to fog up. "Si..Miguel..mmhgfm fuck, please fuck me Miguel." You say with a strained voice as his fingers grip your throat tighter. "Tenga cuidado con lo que pides, amor. Porque ya no puedo detenerme más." (Be careful with what you ask for, love. Because I would be able to hold myself back anymore.) You jumped and wrapped you legs around his waist and hips, his arms holding you up as you wrap your hands around his neck.

The both of you kiss hungrily each other, as if your life depended on it. Both of your lips finally left go to breathe. You stare at his lips and eyes with your lust filled, low lidded eyes. "Miguel, put your cock inside of me, p-please.." You whimper and suck on his neck. He leans his head back and he groans which makes your cunt pulse. "Sé una buena chica para mí, cariño. Quiero que me la chupes. Dios, tengo tantas ganas de cogerte ahora mismo. Mira lo que me haces muñeca.." (Be a good girl for me, baby. I want you to blow me. God, I want to fuck you so bad right now. Look what you do to me doll…) You obey and go on your knees. You lower his zipper and his boxers.

His cock springs out, the base is dark brown while his tip is a pinkish brown. It was leaking with pre-cum, begging to be sucked on. You kitten-licked the tip - teasingly by giving it small kisses on the head. Miguel looks down at you, he could barely control himself to the point he wants to throat fuck you til you can't breathe. You then take half of him in your warm mouth, swirling your tongue around his length. He grabs ahold of your head and leans back on a wall, keeping himself standing. "Mierda.. tu boca.." (Fuck.. your mouth.) He cursed under his breath. You hollow your cheeks and you take more of him as your throat relaxes. He reluctantly bucked his hips, causing you to choke. You loved how his cock tasted, how it felt full in your mouth. You started fastening and Miguel lost full control.

He grabbed your hair and bucked his hips harshly. Hid hips spasming."F-fuck your mouth feels like heaven, amor. Fuck you're taking me so well…such a dirty slut." He moaned. You looked up at him with teary eyes, the sound of sucking echoed. You were squirming and pressuring your thighs together. When you moaned, he loved how tight your throat would get. You felt that he was about to come so you hollow your cheeks even more. He looked down at you, and he finally pumped his semen down your throat, it felt hot and bittersweet. You finally detach your mouth from his dick but licking all of him clean.

It caused something in Miguel to completely break. He grabbed you up and removed your skirt and panties. He bent your back, you arched it even further as he slapped your ass harshly, making you jerk forward. He placed you In Front of a tall mirror. "I want you to look how I fuck you..how good I fucking make you feel. No one will ever make you feel this good. Your pussy is fucking mine." He says while biting on your shoulders with his fangs. He removed all of his clothes and removed your top. "Look at your fucking tits, all of me. Mierda..." He drew out blood and sucked it dry. He lines up his dick In Front of your cunt, teasing it. You couldn't wait anymore, you were too desperate for him to pound you without mercy. Making a complete mess of you til you couldn't walk.

He pinched your perked nipples, making you shiver and bite down on your swollen lip. You look at the mirror, he keeps eyeing you, he would never remove his eyes off of your body. He slapped your ass and moved his mouth to your breasts. Sucked them like it was the last time with you. You let out loud moans."M-miguel please, I want your fucking cock inside of me..please I want you inside of me so bad. P-please..f-fuck." You whimper. He smirked devilishly. "Where do you want me, cariño.." He huffed out. "Inside of my fucking pu-." You were interrupted as he slams his cock inside of you, keeping a steady pace, your throat chokes continuously on your moans, it felt so fucking good. All of the air in your lungs left, you felt him touching your insides. Your cunt pulsing and squeezing him while he pulled out and thrusted into you even harder. You placed your hands onto the mirror, gasping and moaning.

Chanting Miguel's name incoherently like a prayer. You wanted him to ruin you, you wanted to be his cum dumpster. "F-fuck mmhfm m-miguel please stop..s'too much. Fuck..aughmmhffm…" You moaned out in gasps. "Look how slutty you look, taking in my cock so good like a good slut. Such a good girl, your pussy keeps sucking me in princessa..f-fuck.." He moans. He grabs your throat, making you face yourself In Front of the mirror. Your mouth was agape, eyes rolled back to your skull, making erotic sounds that caused Miguel's cock to harden even more. Both of your bodies were sweating and heaving, making the room atmosphere thicken. You were so cock-drunk, your brain couldn't form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

The only thing you could think was his dick inside of you, deep. You arched your back even more, allowing him to dig deeper inside of your warm pussy. You felt like you were going to fucking collapse by the amazing pleasure. That was until he pulled out. "F-fuck.. I want everyone to see what a dirty slut you are." He huffed and kissed you hard. "M-miguel, what if someone sees us." You said with a worried tone. "Don't you like that? Don't you like to be seen being fucked by me, all inside your pussy, amor?" You nod and whimper. "Y-yes Miguel.." He opens the bathroom door and heads to his office, gathering all the clothes and placing them on his couch. Fortunately, no one was on the floor. He grabs you by the throat, gripping it harder. He slammed your body onto the desk, causing paperwork to fall but you couldn't care less now. Your face and tits were planted on the cold desk, sending shivers down your spine.

Miguel pulled your hips upward, making you arch. He used his fingers to separate your lips and see your glistening cunt. He inserted his fingers inside your pussy and you moaned. He took them out to taste them and he almost came from it alone. You tasted so sweet, like a forbidden fruit. Your pussy pulsated and clenched around nothing, begging for some attention. "Miguel I want your cock inside of me again, please.." You whimpered. "Be a good girl and wait." He licked your pussy up and down and rubbed your clit. You stretch your neck, feeling so good and moaning that your voice was so strained. He slaps your pussy, making you jolt forward. He then grabs you by the waist and pushed your body against the sky high windows. "I want everyone to see how good I'm fucking you..you like that don't you?" He said while smirking. "Y-yes Miguel please fuck my dirty pussy already. Fuck me til I can't breathe." You groaned.

He slammed into your cunt once again, suddenly making you let out a loud strained moan. You kept cursing and yelling his name. Your moans would only get louder as he rubbed his thumbs up and down on your clit, pressing on it hard. His other hand pinched your nipples while his mouth landed on your neck. Your back arched back to his chest, causing him to reach your soft, squishy walls that you thought were unreachable. You could barely control your body's weight. Miguel grabbed both of your hips and bent your back even more. Your face against the window causes it to fog up. His cock slammed harder inside of you, deeper. His claws deepened on your hips. He slammed up into you at a much faster pace than before, hitting all the places he knew you loved. “Eres mia... Mia y mia solo,” (You're mine, mine and mine only.) Miguel whispered into your ear before kissing the skin below it.

His voice had lost its cold underlining, whining out as his hips stuttered. Miguel's hips rocked still before he let out a soft sigh, his cum painted your walls perfectly. You writhed under his large body, riding your own orgasm as he continued to rub your clit. Coming down to a stop you sighed as your body shook at the intensity. "You're my little cum slut, aren't you? Yeah you like it when I fill your pussy up with my cum don't you?" Miguel slowly pulled out, shoving his fingers into me immediately, making my back arch. He pumped his cum back inside of my pussy. You collapse from overstimulation. You wake up a few hours later on a soft bed. An arm wraps around you. You felt warm and cared for. You look up and see Miguel sleeping. He looked beautiful. You want something to happen between the two of you and hopefully become a couple. You moved closer to him and placed a kiss on his cheek and he suddenly placed one on your forehead.

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thelightsandtheroses · 10 months

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Secret Smile: Lost Daughter (Chapter Two)

Secret Smile | Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: Before returning to Colombia to get things right this time, Javi’s childhood best friend asks him to to keep an eye out for his sister while they’re both stationed in the embassy. Only you don’t need Javier to keep an eye you her. Your role as a new legal advisor is all about keeping an eye on him after all. Sparks fly, lines will be drawn and broken and there’s everything to lose. Word Count: 3.5k Chapter Warnings: 18+ blog - by reading on you’re confirming you’re over 18, language, mentions of alcohol, reader has a nickname but no physical descriptors used Author’s Note - Thank you all for the comments and reblogs so far, I’m so pleased are enjoying and responding this so far and am excited to now introduce the Reader’s POV. Thank you again to the lovely @wildemaven for this gorgeous fic header.

Chapter One | Series Masterlist

Bogota, Colombia

You pull the edge of your blazer down further, smooth over any potential creases. It started with first day nerves and now has become a strange tradition or habit whenever you enter the office. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been working here for several weeks, or that the staff at the embassy gate have finally recognise you when you drive in, every time you walk in you feel like an imposter.

You originally accepted this job as the deputy to a key legal advisor and liaison attaché, however they quit less than forty-eight hours after you had landed and left the country almost immediately, leaving little time for a handover. You’ve been unofficially covering the position ever since and while it started as a baptism of fire, so far it seems to be working.

Mostly.

It’s been a steep learning curve. However, with some slightly feverish research each evening, hard work and determination, it’s starting to feel more like a normal job.

You’d never been to Colombia before this assignment. While you were lucky enough to have travelled with your family when you were younger, to even have studied abroad at one point, you had never been anywhere like this outside of family vacations.

DC is firmly in your rear-view mirror now. That’s where it belongs.

This part of the embassy is full of energy today; there’s an excitement humming through the corridors, an impatience even. Normally people keep to themselves, remain focused on their jobs and sticking within their departments. You wonder if there’s a VIP visitor due in today; that would explain it all.

You’ve heard rumours that senators may be flying down soon, that DC wants to see where its money is going. The embassy isn’t quite neat enough, isn’t quite as on edge as you would expect in that scenario though.

If it’s not a VIP visitor, then what is it?

You briefly nod in greeting at one of the DEA agents who is talking in hushed, excited tones to another agent. You can’t remember his name - Nick? Neil, that’s it. Neil Stoddard.

He greets you and you can tell he wants to pull you into the conversation. You fight your natural curiosity - you don’t really need to know what is happening.

“Sorry, Agent Stoddard, I have to go prepare for a meeting. It’s good to see you both,” you say politely, briskly walking down the corridor and closer to your office.

The embassy is divided into cliques, a twisted version of high school. Departments rarely mix. Your department, with Justice and legal advisors and other liaisons is a rarity because you do have to interact with the other departments. Most of the time, you’ve noticed your department tries to avoid direct interactions though, conducting most of their business from their harshly lit offices.

You weren’t sure what you expected from this assignment, but it wasn’t this.

There’s a growing sense of dread rising through your stomach as you walk down the dimly lit corridor; it can’t be. Surely that wouldn’t be why everyone is acting like it’s Christmas. Besides, you thought you had some time before that happens.

This building is like a rabbit warren. In your first week you walked into several people’s offices instead of your own, got lost more times than you could count and wished you had drawn a map of some sorts for yourself.

Now it’s better. You can find your office anyway. Most of the time.

You’re in the office adjacent to a large office that most of the other Justice staff and lawyers are based in. It isn’t private, you share it with four other people, but your desk is further away from the others and it’s not directly underneath the air conditioning, unlike at your last job, so you can work with that.

“The new DEA attaché arrives today,” Judith says by way of greeting as you set down your bag down at your desk. Judith is an administrator and has been in Colombia for over a year now. The more you speak to her, the more it seems she knows everything about how the place actually runs.

“Hey, Judy. Oh, really? I thought he was coming down later in the month.” you reply, rummaging through your bag for your beloved and battered Filofax. Your bag is a mess, you really need to sort it out at some point.

“Mmhmm, have you heard about him?” Judith asks, resting her chin on one hand as she idly fiddles with the edge of her coffee mug.

“Not really,” you lie easily, though perhaps it isn’t really a lie. You hardly know Javier Peña anymore. Laredo is in your rear-view mirror along with all its ghosts.

You’ve never quite felt like you fitted in, not at home, not with your family. You threw yourself into good grades, career success, the same achievements you’d seen with your brother and the same achievements your parents craved for you both. It never felt like enough though and as soon as you could, you’d moved away and tried to continue those successes, those achievements outside of Laredo. You’re still not sure how well you’re doing with that; your parents and brother say they are proud, you just can’t quite believe it.

It is still strange that Javier Peña, your brother’s best friend growing up, is the same man these people are all whispering and eagerly awaiting. Javi Peña, who was a constant presence when you grew up in Laredo, who had been one of the few people to encourage your dreams of seeing the world outside of your hometown, outside of Texas. It was clear he harboured his own dreams there.

Only now he’s the Javier Peña who had helped bring down one of the world’s worst drug lords. He’s the Javier Peña, who according to your mom in her last phone call is the new hero of Laredo.

Only while most of the embassy seems to think of Javier the same way, your most recent meeting with Crosby and Stechner has raised your alarm bells. On the surface, nothing was said, nothing concrete. It’s almost as though they spoke to you in a foreign language and if you tried to explain what was said outside of the meeting to anyone else, it would mistranslate. It was the combination of tension, unspoken insinuations and the way certain words were emphasised. It unsettled you.

They want you to keep Javier aligned to what they want. You don’t even really know what that is; just that while on the surface you’ll be working ‘closely’ with Agent Peña and will be “supporting him in navigating the new realities of Colombia”, it all means a lot more than it sounds like. It sounds like you’re there to check the case is watertight, that things go by the book. You never took Javier for a maverick, but maybe things are different now, maybe he’s different.

You didn’t even pick up on their double meanings at the start of the meeting, just took it as gospel that you would help him, that you would be assisting the DEA to take down a cartel, providing liaison and legal guidance that utilised your skills and would help do something good in the world. Then it was just you and Stechner in the elevator.

Stechner definitely doesn’t see Javier as a hero. He made that clear. He made sure you heard the rumours, knew his take on it all and his previous experience with Agent Peña.

None of it matches with the Javi you remember. Stechner’s pulled any pedestal out from under Javi with too much ease, but it doesn’t feel natural, it doesn’t feel right. Maybe if Javier were a stranger, it would be easier, but he’s not.

He’s Javi.

“He has quite the reputation,” Judith says, breaking you out of your memories, “and not just for work either from what I hear.”

You don’t know the half of it, you think. ”Do you know if the ambassador is in yet?”

“Yes, and don’t forget you’ve got a 11am with him,” Judith says, a slightly disappointed expression on her face.

“Great,” you say flatly. You’d forgotten about this meeting and you feel underprepared at best, especially after your last meeting with him.

You check your watch, there’s enough time to finish this report and still prepare for your meeting later. “Coffee?” you ask Judith by way of a peace offering.

She shakes her head and points at the still full cup next to her.

“Alright, I am going to grab a quick coffee before I get started. It’s going to be a day, isn’t it? Wish me luck?”

“He helped take down Escobar, you know?” Judith says as you’re walking out of the office.

“The ambassador?” You turn around in confusion for a moment.

“No, silly, Agent Peña.”

”Oh, yes, of course. We’re uh, very lucky he’s coming back.”

“I have a meeting with Crosby,” you say to Crosby’s secretary, Linda, as you walk into the main office.

Linda barely looks up at you before saying, ”He’s expecting you. You can go right in.”

“Thanks, Linda,” you reply as you walk past her to Crosby’s door. You push open the heavy door reluctantly, already feeling your palms heat up with nervous anticipation.

“- need to work together on this one. We have the same goal,” Crosby says, pausing as the door loudly shuts behind.

Immediately, Javier looks up at you. He’s neatly suited and booted and you notice the empty glasses between him and Crosby. It’s not surprising, Crosby is one of those old school types after all. In fact, you’re amazed there isn’t in a cigar in one of their hands. You’d never dare to drink alcohol at work, but it’s different for you.

He looks surprised to see you, perhaps even a little disappointed. That stings: you’re sure it must have been a surprise to realise that you were here, but you hadn’t expected this. You thought that perhaps he’d be pleased to see someone from home, to have a familiar face beside him.

You try and remember when it was you last saw him. Rafa told you that Javi left Laredo very quickly after the Lorraine debacle which had happened while you were in college. You couldn’t blame Javier for wanting to leave that: gossip and scandal spreads like wildfire in a small town.

You’d left Laredo too - for college, for new opportunities. Now you only go back for special occasions, family get togethers. Even your closest friends in high school usually came to you or an agreed vacation spot rather than staying in Laredo.

The Javi you remember is sitting in your brother’s passenger seat with grown out hair, music playing and a light wind blowing as your brother reluctantly drops you off at the mall.

Now he’s different. His hair is short, neater, he dresses differently now. He reminds you a little of Atlas, carrying himself like the entire weight of the world rests on his shoulders. You didn’t expect that.

You wonder how he remembers you. If he even does. What would he remember? His friend’s younger sister: a shy bookworm who was so opinionated, so stubborn.

“Ah, perfect timing. This is Agent Peña, my new DEA attaché,” Crosby says by way of introducing you and waving his hand over to you to allow you to introduce yourself.

“It’s good to meet you, Agent Peña,” you say, meeting Javier’s eyes for the first time, extending a hand before you introduce yourself as though he were any other stranger.

He raises his eyebrows almost imperceptibly and for a second you think he’ll say something, but he just nods and takes your proffered hand.

“And you.”

“You two will be working closely together on this,” Crosby says, a too wide smile on his face. “She’s a specialist legal advisor and liaison from DC. I’ve assigned her to help you while you’re here - think of it as a secondment of sorts. She can help you with warrants, navigating the legal and local systems, liaising between our offices, with the Colombians and of course the CIA Station Chief.” This is more of an explanation of what he wants from you than he gave you last week.

Javi’s mask almost wavers. You noticed the way his brow furrows, eyes widen for a second, the slight movement of his jaw.

He wasn’t expecting this and that concerns you even more. What exactly have you been instructed to do?

The meeting winds up quickly after the introduction and the two of you walk outside and down toward the empty corridor.

“We’ve never met before then?” he asks, a wry smile on his face.

You exhale. “Look, I - it’s just easier that way. You have no idea what it’s like. If everyone realises that I know you from home, then people will make assumptions and I would rather not have to deal with them.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. This place is like a gossip factory, surely it was like that when you were here last?”

Javi smirks. “Probably. Okay, fine, that works for me. You know Stechner and Crosby already know where you’re from though.”

“Coming from the same hometown doesn’t mean we’d know each other. Laredo’s small but it’s possible we wouldn’t have crossed paths. If it wasn’t for Rafael, I doubt we would have,” you say, voice smaller than you wanted.

You hadn’t thought of that possibility. What if the whole thing was some sort of twisted test by Stechner or Crosby? You try and think about whether any ethical boundary is being crossed. You’ve never dated Javier, he’s not related to you by marriage or blood, in fact, he’s barely your friend, you’re not representing or prosecuting him, so no - no, there’s no obviously glaring ethical breach here you can think of.

“Don’t worry about it,” Javi says gently, clearly sensing your growing anxiety. “It’s been a long time since we last spoke anyway.” He emphasises the word long, looks you up and down until you scowl at the tone to his voice.

He holds his hands up in defence, smiles as he meets your eyes, chuckling to himself.

“Crosby said you had taken some vacation time back home. You were in Laredo?” you ask.

“Yeah, for a bit.”

“I haven’t - did you see my brother?”

He looks at the floor for a second and then straight into your eyes. “Yeah, I bumped into him.“ Javi pauses thoughtfully. “He seemed good.”

“Did you see Sofia?” You ask wistfully. Sofia’s your niece and she is generally the highlight of any trip home you take. Even here in Colombia, you have one of her drawings displayed on your fridge, a photo of the two of you at her most recent birthday next to it. You had flown down to Laredo for her birthday party, taken a day off work especially to make it a long weekend. It was the last time you’d been back there.

Laredo feels strange now when you go back. Some of your closest friends still live there, however you’ve never quite felt comfortable in the town and you don’t know why. Despite your career successes, you always feel like you’ve disappointed your parents and haven’t met their expectations. They haven’t said that, they never would. You just feel it.

“No, no I didn’t,” Javi says. “How old is she even now? Actually, don’t tell me, it’ll make me feel old.”

“It makes me feel old,” you say, “I remember her as a baby.”

Javi smiles tightly.

Silence passes between you. It’s heavy and strange, making the air in the office feel even more humid, oppressive. None of your time in Colombia is passing as you had expected.

“This is weird, right?” you ask suddenly, desperate for this strangeness around the two of you to lift. This is Javi - not a complete stranger, not an embittered ex or an enemy. You’re supposed to be on the same side here.

Javi nods, he straightens his posture and looks at you again. He doesn’t look like the Javi you know; this stiff backed, frowning man is not your brother’s best friend, is not the person you remember.

“Why are you really here, sweetheart?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why would you need to work with me closely? What possible reason - I have a team, okay, I don’t need you. I don’t need a babysitter.”

It’s work, it’s not personal. You know this. Javi’s words dig under your skin though and sting because he’s not a stranger, you thought he might be your friend - or at least an ally.

Besides the hurt, his words infuriate you. You’ve worked with enough egos, enough arrogant men in your career so far to know what you to do. You straighten up, control your expression and meet his dark brown eyes.

“Well trust me, I have more than enough on my plate without babysitting you. The ambassador demanded this of me as well, so don’t blame me. This isn’t the job I interviewed for or was hired for, but somehow it’s the job I’ve been assigned so we have to make the best of it.”

“I don’t need you,” he says firmly.

Your stomach sinks. This is all going terribly. “Javier, I can help you navigate some of the bureaucracy and make sure you have the right warrants and paperwork, that we get through any hurdles or challenge and protect the-“

“You’ve been here for all of five minutes and you’re the expert in what did you say - navigating hurdles? I’ve spent years here.”

“Things are different now,” you say and he scowls in response.

“Different? Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Javi mumbles under his breath.

“Look, don’t patronise me. I’m good at what I do, really good, and yes, I might not have been in Colombia as long as you but that doesn’t matter if I can do the job. We can work together. I’m not your fucking PA or assistant, Javier, but I can - we’ll make sure everything is beyond reproach, bulletproof, and we’ll get the Cali guys so they spend the rest of their lives in prison and it will -”

“You’re being so naive.”

“And you’re being an asshole!”

Javier’s face softens for a moment and then returns to a blank expression. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

Whatever it is you do? Great, Javier’s turned into one of those guys.

You sigh. “Walk me to your office. We might as well get started now.”

You spend the rest of the day with Javier. There’s a possible lead from the Cornerstone operation, an asset in play down in Cali. Most of the work has already been done when you arrive in his office - the paperwork is almost finished, the formalities covered.

It feels seedy though; using a relative’s distress to put an asset in play. Maybe Javi’s right, maybe you are naive.

“Did you run a lot of operations like this before?” you ask, taking a sip of lukewarm coffee.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Just making conversation,” you say, neatening a pile of paperwork.

“Squeamish?”

“Nope. Look, I’ve been a lawyer for long enough. I’ve seen a lot more than you think. Look, Javi for this to work - I just, give me a damn chance.”

“It’s not you,” he says after a moment, “Do you know why you have this assignment? Do you know what they really want you to do? And do you really think I don’t fucking know? I wasn’t born yesterday, sweetheart.”

You look at the floor awkwardly. “Of course, I know there’s more to this, Javier. I’m not stupid. I’ve spent years in DC, I can recognise doublespeak in my sleep. This is the assignment I have though and I - I genuinely want to help you. I came here to help people.”

“Tell the higher ups that because they don’t want you to ‘help’ me.”

“Javi,” you lightly admonish. “This situation is definitely shitty, but let’s try and work together on this, please. We can do this together, you just need to keep everything above board and let me navigate more of the political bullshit.”

He looks down at your comments, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Fuck, I’ve been back less than 24 hours and the bureaucracy is ten times worse.”

“Well, like I said, things are different now,” you joke.

Javi shakes his head, mumbles something under his breath as the two of you resume your work.

After a while you stretch your arms out, stand up and exhale. “Okay, I need to head back to my desk, wrap up some projects. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Javi mumbles, barely looking up from his paperwork. He says something else, so low you can barely decipher it, so quiet you almost miss it. It’s a nickname you haven’t heard in years; the one your brother coined given your childhood fascination of the state flower. One that transports you back in time the moment you hear it.

Blue.

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callmewrinkles3 · 10 months

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Separate

June 2018

Em wasn’t quite sure what she’d expected when Blake knocked at her door. She knew he had a triple header coming up, and he’d be giving her his keys, but the pass in his hand was unexpected.

“What’s this?”

“Your pass for Silverstone? I know it’s been two weeks since Monaco but you haven’t forgotten what they look like, have you?” She forced a smile as she handed it back to him.

“I’m not going to Silverstone.”

“Dan said you were?”

“I haven’t talked to Dan in like a week. I know it’s a busy race, I figured I’d watch it at home.”

“Look, I’ve got to go to the airport. I’m heading to France and I won’t be home for three weeks. Take the pass and talk to Dan, if you come you come.” She took the VIP branded pass from him, Emma Smyth and “Guest of Daniel Ricciardo” on the back. The selfie she’d sent Dan the Christmas before was her photo.

“Yeah, sure. Anything you need me to look out for?”

“Should be fine. I’ll see you!”

Em closed the door after waving Blake down the stairs, pulling up her texts with Dan. Once she’d left Monaco they’d sent a couple a day, but after his race in Montreal there was nothing. It was a couple of selfies, a photo of the stupid hipster coffee shop she’d done a meeting in. He’d sent one word answers to most of it.

It was stupid. She shouldn’t be upset. They’d been friends and they’d fucked and she was more than happy to do it. And the consequences were they weren’t friends.

The pass felt like a slap in the face. Would she turn up and he just thought she was going to get into bed with him? She’d fuck him for the paddock pass? No. No way.

She didn’t want to think about Dan like that. The man she’d called a friend wouldn’t treat her that way. But how else was she supposed to feel?

Blake gave me the pass. Thanks for the offer but I wasn’t going to go to Silverstone.

The words stared up from her screen before she hit send. It was the first message between them in three days and it felt like the end of an era.

Barely thirty seconds later the text bubbles appeared as she watched Dan start typing, stop, and start again.

Why not? I miss you.

Because we don’t talk anymore. I think we made a mistake.

She didn’t even count to five before her phone started ringing, Dan’s face appearing as the contact photo. She slid to answer it.

“Hey, Dan.” She kept her voice calm.

“What mistake, Em? What are you talking about?”

“You’re actually going to make me say it?”

“Considering I’ve no idea what you’re on about, yeah.”

“Monaco. Us sleeping together. It was a stupid mistake that we shouldn’t have done because we ruined our friendship. So yeah, I’m not going to Silverstone.”

“Fuck.” She heard someone calling his name in the background. “Yeah, yeah. Two minutes I need to finish this call! The plane’s waiting for me. I…fuck. Look we need to talk in person. I’m not back in the UK until the Tuesday after Austria. Can we meet up?”

She weighed it up. Em missed him. She missed the silly texts and the ridiculous YouTube videos. It was so stupid.

“Yeah. I’ll send you a coffee shop we can head to.”

“Thanks.” She could hear the relief in his voice.

“Oh Danny? Good luck this weekend.”

“Thanks, Emmy. Yeah, Max, I’m coming. Give me a minute. I’m sorry I’ve got to-“

“Go on. Fly safe. Don’t throw Max out of the plane.”

“I’ll do my best. Thanks, Emmy. I’ll see you soon.”

She lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. No more sex. That had to be the first thing they talked about. It had to be.

A few hours later her phone buzzed as she worked, the “One new text from Dimples” appearing. She opened it to a selfie of Dan grinning from the plane, his free hand pointing at a sleeping teammate on his shoulder.

Apparently my shoulder is comfortable?

Max looks comfy.

She put her phone down before Dan could text her back, curling up with her iPad to finish her last task of the day. No more sex with Dan. No more. Friendship would be enough. It was more than she thought she’d get with anyone so it was worth it.

#call it what you want fic #ciwyw drabble #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula one fanfic

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levana-stark · 1 year

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Ria's Masterlist:

Football (La Scaloneta)

The "So you tried to lift up Leo & succeeded" - GC series (in progress)

Summary:

Every player who lifted up Leo Messi during a goal celebration is added to a group chat. A chat where they all simp about Leo, and debate which lift was the best. Kun, the ever present best friend, even created an elaborate spreadsheet to figure that out.

How the idea was born

Part 1: The Day Sergio Ramos joined the Chat

Part 2: "Dad-Mode activated" or The Day a newbie joined the Chat (now Canon Divergence)

Part 2.5: Bonus: How newbies at the Scaloneta find out about the Chat

Part 3: As he falls in love with the object in the world that his heart most desired

Part 4: How to become one of Leo's boys

Part 5: The Day the World found out about the Chat

Part 6: Miami Summer Vibes

(Leo Messi/Everyone and I mean almost literally everyone; almost exclusively fluff)

Derrite mi Corazón Derretido (finished; maybe Part II in the future)

Summary:

Leo Messi had always been an awkward person, but he had learned that being good at something would help you make friends. Even if they only cared about his football skills.

But what happens, when he gets injured during an important tournament and loses everything he had worked so hard for?

(Rodrigo de Paul/Leo Messi; Angst with happy ending)

Lionel - Andrés - Goat (finished)

Summary:

Lionel Messi is the host of their little system.

Andrés is their protector.

Goat is just cute, and good at football.

And in the end they just want to be happy.

(mostly fluff; hints of Antonela/Leo; loads of creative freedom on Systems)

Leo Messi Birthday Week 2023 series (finished)

Day 1: Omegaverse AU (Scaloneta/Leo Messi, fluff, the team worships Leo)

Day 2: Mafia AU (Leo gets kidnapped by Kylian, but there is a plot twist, BAMF!Leo)

Day 3: AU where Leo didn't get his hormone treatment (PSG are assholes, tiny!Leo, protective Scaloneta)

Day 4: Adidas Ad (Freaky Friday, Scaloneta/Leo, Fluff)

Day 5: Kidnapped AU (warning: violence, Leo gets hurt, BAMF!Leo, protective team)

Day 6: Soulmate AU (Leo is special, Everyone/Leo, fluff)

Day 7: Time Travel AU (Pep/Leo, A/B/O, courting, second chances)

Formula 1

It's like this (it could be better) (finished)

Summary:

Charles struggles at Ferrari, Max is breaking records.

Both of them have their own problems.

Somehow they find each other, while Charles learns what it means to stand up for himself and Max learns to love.

(and maybe they break a few curses while doing so)

(54.6k; Fluff and Angst; Lestappen; 2024 Season like we all need it; Charles is done with Ferrari and does something about it)

I rose up from the dead (I do it all the time) (finished)

Summary:

He touched down in England two days after Brazil, hidden by the cold and foggy weather of a November night. There were no people at the airport, bar the security guard who ushered him from the VIP exit and the man holding a sign with his name, standing next to a nondescript car.

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After a desasterous triple header Charles makes a decision. He would enter his Reputation Era, right now.

(3.9k; RB!Charles; Reputation Era arc, slight Ferrari bashing)

#the so you tried to lift up leo & succeeded - gc #leo messi #and all the men that love him #Maria trying their hand at fanfictions #ramessi #kunessi #rodressi #neymessi #& more #it's like this (it could be better)#Charles in his reputation era #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 years

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Azul with an s/o that like really big bears and fills his whole office with them

Azul with an s/o that like really big bears

Header’s art via Twisted Wonderland Official Game {edit by me}

{Headcanons/Scenarios}

Gender Neutral! S/O

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*squints*

Pretty much having the confused look as he smiles calmly from his seat at your figure that is moving around the giant, fluffy objects into the VIP room.

"That's a lot of bears there, my pearl-"

Deep inside, Azul was about to kick all the bears out of his office with the help of the twins-

But then had second thoughts once he sees how happy you look with that bright smile he gets so whipped for-

Though, Azul would still move the bears away from the couches so there's space for people to sit on during business hours(he does it while giving you a sincere, apologetic smile-)

Of course, he puts them back on the couches before giving you the last one into your arms.

Try to muffle your giggles if he reluctantly sits on one of the stuffed bears' comfy lap, which was placed on his office chair-

... Please stop laughing or he'll start wanting to have an octopus pot near his chair after if you do- ;u;

He would be lying if he thinks the bear doesn't make him look tall when sitting on it tho-

At the end, he starts to get used to it as he keeps his business smile and acts as if the bears do not exist in the room whenever he works-

He freaking brushed the clients' questions that are anything regarding the stuffed bears-

Azul// Alright, let me fill you in for what basically this contract will include, keep in mind that your part of the contract must be done punctually-

Customer// What's with those giant, stuffed bears...?

Azul// What bears? All I see are fishes.

Azul// Anyway. The conditions of this contract are...-

Pretty much scolding Floyd whenever he tries to steal one of your bears that was peacefully placed on the clean office floor without your consent-

If you ever try to put names on the bears, he may or may not have the time to remember all of them as a way to distinguish which bear are you mentioning(if you're also the type to ramble more about them like a mama bear-)

Azul slowly warms up and takes a liking to the bears' company- As he would hug one of them while weeping whenever you're not available to have cuddle hours with- probably would vent about his concerns to them too sometimes-

Of course, he still thinks you are much better than the objects to hug and cuddle with.

He is still waiting patiently for your daily payment (aka your hugs and kisses) to help him keep up with what's in store for the next day,,,- (≧▽≦)

I can imagine Azul finding all the bears cute but still has some favoritism for some of them-(don't blame me hahaha-) such as by remembering their names or prefers to secretly cuddle with certain ones-

Azul counting all the bears that were in the VIP room//

Azul//

Jade// Oya...? Is there anything that concerns you?

Azul// The last time I checked, there were 85 bears in total- but there's only 81- where are the other 4 bears?!

Jade// My... How unfortunate-

Azul// My pearl is going to kill me if a single one of them are missing;;; *internally having the anime crying pose*

Literally not the Leech twins being found by the staff holding bears while smiling as if they're children who got their favorite candies for Azul's dismay-

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bigbangicons · 8 months

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Hello VIPs 👑!!!! hahaha hello how are you? well, i'm writing this message to say that i'll post some icons and headers again. I have some requests here in my inbox and will be doing them soon, if you want to make a request, feel free! thank you ♡ see you soon!

#bigbang icons #icons bigbang #kwon jiyong icons #taeyang icons #daesung icons #seungri icons #choi Seunghyun icons

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writingseaslugs · 1 year

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Blog Changes

Heyo, so there's going to be some slight aesthetic changes coming to the blog in the next day or two (whoohoo). Still keeping with the aquatic theme, but be prepared for Masterlists to be posted for NRC Staff, as well as an Obey Me Masterlist (finally).

I'm mainly just making the Main Masterlist into a more bar them since I can. I thought it would be fun, so I'm doing it. I want to get everything finished tonight, but I legit spent the past five or six hours making new character banners for the Masterlist...and I haven't even gotten started on the Obey Me Banners yet lol.

Changes are as follows:

New Hashtags (Slug Announcements and Slug Reblogs)

Updated Main Masterlist (Will update the one already posted so links won't be broken)

Pinned Masterlist will no longer have all the dorms, instead it will have Links to the "Twisted Wonderland Menu" which, in turn, has links to all the dorms, and an "Obey Me Menu" that will have links to all the new Obey Me Masterlists.

NRC Staff, Hall of Lamentation, Purgatory Hall, Demon Lord's Castle, and Undatables Masterlist

New Masterlist Headers for all Twisted Wonderland Dorms

An Anon Nickname List, as well as a Blog VIP Mention section on Main Masterlist. (If you often drop into my inbox and want to be called by a nickname, please tell me! Just no emojis since I often use my laptop and finding emojis on it is a nightmare)

I think that's all of the changes I have planned for the aesthetics, but just be prepared for new masterlists to be posted back to back either tonight or tomorrow.

#Slug Announcements

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maddiesflame · 2 years

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Managed headers

#headers #managed #sophiegabriel #sophie darling #gabriel scott #vip series #kristen callihan #book headers #managed header #sophiegabriel header #header #book header #managed headers #vip series headers #sophiegabriel headers #headers managed #kristen callihan headers #managed kristen callihan #romance books

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warriorowan · 3 months

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hey guys! i would like to ask whenever you make a request to be specific with how you want me to make it. like what highlight color you want, if messy or quotes header or both. this helps me a lot ♥

summary

couples

adamolive

alexava

alizehcyrus

averyjameson

axelrooney

christianstella

daemyra

danilachlan

dianadallas

evajacks

firstprince/alexhenry

gillow

hadleyelijah

irisroman

joeyaoife

jonathankennedy

knoxmemphis

knoxnaomi

konelena

lanalogan

maggiebrooks

manorian

maybellwesley

naominicholas

nathanstassie

nessamiko

percabeth

pipravi

rafepenny

rhysbridget

romajuliette

rowaelin

rowaelin pt.2

theowinter

vadcorvina

vip series

warnette

warnette pt.2

willacade

xadenviolet

rinaverse

jeremycecily

landonmia

nikobran

reinaasher

ronanteal

xanderkim

xanderkim pt.2

general

acotar series

a court of silver flames

book lovers

carrie soto is back

daisy jones and the six

from blood and ash

heartless

heartstopper

it ends with us

it ends with us pt.2

kingdom of the wicked

scythe

stormlight archive

the cruel prince

the infernal devices

the invisible life of addie larue

the unbecoming of mara dyer

characters

aelin galathynius

cardan greenbriar

cassian

feyre archeron

jude duarte

lucien vanserra

maven calore

nesta archeron

nikolai lantsov

victor vale

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bizarrequazar · 1 year

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10-29 (CST) Candy Space

This was an informal Twitter space discussing candy hosted by Bluebird. The space was in two parts due to technical difficulties: [part 1] [part 2]

Gong Jun went through the Douyin accounts he was following a couple days ago and unfollowed 31 accounts. The account for Begin Again (a show Gong Jun starred in) was deactived recently, meaning it only appeared as the UID sequence. Gong Jun is still following Zhang Zhehan’s deactivated account, meaning he was able to differentiate it from the Begin Again account.

If you count the number of accounts Gong Jun is following on Weibo, it’s one more than what the number appears as, meaning he’s likely still following Zhang Zhehan’s deactivated account there as well. He also still has not deleted any of his posts mentioning Zhang Zhehan.

Gong Jun has distanced himself online from other celebrities who have gotten in trouble, likewise with brands he previously endorsed (ex. YAMAN).

Most celebrities address their fans by their official fandom name—Gong Jun has not since Word of Honor aired. There have been some times he’s specifically thanked “junweixian and my fans”, intentionally including CPFs despite not bring able to mention them directly, and recently he hasn’t specified junweixian at all.

A lot of (non-toxic) haizhe seem to have given up the fight against CPFs and just accepted it. 😂

In C-ent, CPs are usually promoted while a drama is airing, then once it’s over the CP is broken, as everyone expects them to. That fact that Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan didn’t break CP and STILL haven’t is remarkable. As well, the degree of what they were doing “to promote CP” is much more than normal (ex. kadians). As an aside, Gong Jun has not promoted a CP since Word of Honor.

When you share the song from Gong Jun’s most recent Douyin on WeChat, an AMV for Kimi no Na wa plays. The movie was mentioned by Zhang Zhehan when they were filming the “there’s a light on you” shot in Word of Honor, and Gong Jun’s Weibo header is also a shot from the movie.

Gong Jun seems to be aware of even really small rumors about himself, he mentioned one in a recent interview that was only discussed by a couple people (him going to the gym at 3AM).

Valentine’s Day 2022: Gong Jun posted at 11:29, 13:14 (”forever”), and 13:15 (511), posting a photo of himself in almost the same spot as one of Zhang Zhehan’s past pictures, with the same caption he used on his Valentine’s post in 2021.

Last year, a couple weeks after the duck intestines post, Gong Jun liked a douyin of a Mr Bean clip where Mr Bean points a finger gun to the left, then he liked a douyin about how to cook duck intestines, then another douyin of the same Mr Bean clip mirrored so it pointed to the right. tl;dr the Mr Bean clips pointed to the duck intestines. Context: Gong Jun said the dish he posted a photo of was cooked by an “ahyi” who was living with him in Hengdian.

Tenet: There’s a Word of Honor bts clip where Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan discussed going to see the movie Tenet where Gong Jun bragged about having an IMAX black diamond VIP card, then there was another clip recently released by Real1640 where Zhang Zhehan sajiao-ed about wanting Gong Jun to take him to it. This is quite old candy, as fans have figured out they went to see it during a day off filming in September. In the Hogan livestream on Monday, Gong Jun was asked what his favourite sci-fi movie is and he said “Director Nolan’s Ten—” then cut off, smiled, and said “Nolan’s movies.”

Gong Jun is usually very smart in interviews and livestreams (unless Zhang Zhehan is present), and has said before that anything he “lets slip” was said intentionally.

不想匿名 (Don’t Want to Be Anonymous) Zhihu account: - It is not known who runs this account and therefore it should be taken with a large grain of salt, but so far it has not caused trouble, disparaged their characters, pushed any agenda, or announced itself openly. - The account started posting pictures on February 13th with captions that were very in the style of Gong Jun or Zhang Zhehan, and features visible in photos made people wonder if it’s them. Pictures are of sunsets, windmills, the frog plushie, food, CP elements, etc. - The account is hugely contested in the Chinese fandom, some people will instant-block you for posting about it. The international side is generally wary of it—if the account does something suspicious, it’s gone. - It often posts after Xie Yihua and co. do something, sometimes in passive aggressive ways. On the day the Instagram changed its pfp, this account temporarily changed its own pfp to the Will Smith Oscar slap. - A recent post was the same dish that Zhang Zhehan cooked very badly on Taste of Time in 2018 on the anniversary of him cooking that. This photo looked much better made. - Toxics attacked and tried to discredit the account by spreading fake screenshots of a CPF admitting to running it. Most people didn’t take the account seriously until the Instagram and toxics tried to discredit it. - The account has been half-muted by Zhihu, meaning only people who had commented on their posts before that can see their posts.

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