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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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Take Care Of Her - Charles Leclerc

Summary: A former teammate steps in when he sees Charles unintentionally neglecting his relationship and makes him see where he's going wrong.

It's been a hot minute since I've done a Charles fic that isn't requested. Basically I miss Seb and I saw this clip and was like...ok we're writing a Charles fic featuring Seb. I hope that's ok.

Side pairing: Reader x protective platonic friend!Seb

Themes: Neglectful boyfriend!Charles but also reader neglectful to herself due to struggling mentally, some matter of not eating enough food not ED but may not be what some people what to read about (it is pretty brief), happy/hopeful ending

Seb and y/n did end up with a bit of bond and friendship throughout his time as Charles' teammate. There might have been points of tension between Charles and Seb, but y/n never had any moments that pushed a wedge between herself and the champion.

Even with him no longer in Ferrari, y/n will stop and speak to him at least once a weekend.

Seb is a bit protective over y/n because of the friendship. In his time in Ferrari, when she became a victim of some nasty stories in the media, he'd defend her alongside Charles.

But times have changed.

And while y/n is still ever present for her boyfriend, Charles seems almost distant and while he will have y/n by his side. It's obvious to everyone, especially Seb, that y/n has been sort of ignored by her previously obsessed boyfriend.

Today, Charles walks into the paddock and he's talking to Joris while holding y/n's hand as she tries to keep up with him. She's looking at him with the same loving and admiring expression she's worn every time she's looked at him since they started dating. That being during the his first summer break at Ferrari.

There's nothing wrong with y/n and Charles' dynamic and almost everyone can tell the neglect simply comes from Charles being so focused on trying to improve things when it comes to the car and his performance. The Ferrari 2021 car hasn't impressed anyone.

"Alright, I'll see you later." Charles states as he finally turns to y/n kissing her quickly before he moves with Joris seeming to go for his track walk.

Y/n mumbles a bye with a smile before she spots Seb watching them and practically bursts into a beaming smile. It's also no secret she was a huge Seb fan in his Red Bull days and that spanned into his Ferrari move and she continues to show her support for Seb in Aston Martin.

"Seb." Y/n grins moving to hug the older man. their friendship has been suspected as something more but it really is very much platonic and almost more of fan who managed to get close to their idol more than anything else.

"Hi, y/n. How are you doing?" Seb asks, always making sure to ask before any conversation properly starts.

"I'm good. A little tired with all the travelling...and Charles is...well he's not happy with the car." Y/n admits making Seb nod. "They didn't manage much improvement on last year."

He bites his tongue a little since while he doesn't hold anything about his departure against anyone really, it certainly still hurt.

"How are things in green?"

"They're ok. Not as bad as they could be and I'm happy." Seb shrugs making her nod before he realises her eyes are watering a little. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. I...umm...stupid dust around the paddock." She sighs shaking her head and rubbing at her eyes.

Y/n is one of those people who is generally always so happy and really no one can fault her for it. But seeing her try to cover up sadness, seeing tears in her eyes. That's a different kind of sight and it stirs an emotion that Seb has only ever felt when he saw his own daughters cry for something that's beyond his control.

"I should let you go, I'm sure you have things you should be doing." Y/n smiles then clearing her throat and shifting to hug him again before she disappears and he sighs.

It's not his business, it's not his place to speak to Charles about his relationship. But seeing y/n lie to cover up, that's not something any woman should have to do.

Charles sighs as he climbs out his car and moves around only to find himself confronted by his old teammate actually moving his helmet so he looks at him.

"We need to talk." Seb states making Charles frown but he still respects and admires Seb, even with the tension they sometimes had. Charles values his time with Seb as a teammate and he knows that y/n absolutely adores the older driver.

They get weighed as usual and move through till they find a corner to talk in.

"Charles, I know this season is not being easy. But I think there might be something wrong with y/n. She was talking to me earlier and just...sort of started to cry. I know it's not my place, but it's not like her and I think you should know." Seb states making Charles frown and he knows it's not really the brightest idea to tell Charles how to treat is girlfriend. "You need to take care of her. I am not the only one who has noticed the change in her and it's not nice to see."

"She was crying?" Charles questions making Seb nod almost hesitantly before he hears Charles curse under his breath. "Thank you, I need to go."

Aka he needs to go rush his media duties and debrief so he can get to his girlfriend quicker. The post race rush of events means he has to wait, but the moment he's done, he will be getting to her with urgency.

Meanwhile, y/n sighs as she walks out to the Ferrari unit. Having sat with Joris for a bit in the garage.

By the time Charles finally gets to y/n, she is basically ready to leave for the day. Having packed up her stuff and almost waiting for Charles to get in and change into normal clothes so they can leave.

"Hey, baby." Charles greets making her look at him.

That's when it practically slaps him in the face. The changes he's failed to notice in the girl he does genuinely love so much. His heart aches seeing the paler tint to her skin, the bags under her eyes and the colour drained from her iris'.

Now he's really looking, he's really paying attention. He can see what he's not been noticing.

"Mon amour." Charles frowns moving towards her and his sudden very close attention nearly scares her enough for her to step back with a look of confusion.

"What wrong?"

"I think I should be asking that." Charles sighs before gently cupping her face. "I haven't been a good boyfriend."

"You have."

"No. No. I haven't and I have been so bad that Seb had to pull me aside to point out that I hadn't even noticed you weren't yourself." Charles mutters shaking his head while she looks at him for a moment. "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that. Don't make it seem like you did it one purpose." Y/n grumbles shaking her head. "Can we just go home?"

"Yes."

And he has no intentions to leave her side unless absolutely necessary or for a matter of less than a minute.

By the time they're in Monaco, Charles has fussed over y/n enough that she almost feels smothered. But she'd be lying if she said it didn't feel nice. To the point she really hadn't realised how much she missed her boyfriend's attention and how much she hadn't been getting it till he started making the effort again to pay attention to her.

Right now they're lying in bed post-sex, another thing neither of them realised they'd gone so long without. Safe to say, Charles fully intended to make up for lost time when it dawned on him that they'd accidentally been celibate for over a month.

"You need to eat." Charles states softly after having spent the better part of half an hour drain shapes on her tummy which had definitely shrunk, her ribs sticking out much more now than they did a few months ago. So she's lost weight. "Have you been eating?...Be honest."

He hates having to ask that question. Because he should know. They should be eating together even if they're not eating the same thing.

"A little, I just forget and usually you eat without me so I just kind of skip meals so I don't miss out on time with you." Y/n shrugs and Charles nearly launches himself up. "W-Where are you going?"

"To make you something to eat." Charles states making her scramble up, grabbing some shorts and a hoodie as she stumbles to chase him.

"No, Charles. I'll make something." Y/n rushes out earning a frown. "Please...I'll make something for both of us?"

Charles continues to frown before it clicks why she's not letting him cook.

"You think I'll make bad food."

"Baby...the pasta...you made crunchy pasta." Y/n grimaces while he sighs in defeat. "You can help, but I'm supervising everything."

"It means more time with you." Charles nods before smiling and picking her up with a kiss on her cheek. "I'm not going to let this happen again...you are a priority, mon amour."

"I love you." Y/n smiles before Charles moves around, tying her hair back as he used to always do when she'd cook. "But I think I might bake Seb a cake or something for his kids as a thank you for speaking when I wouldn't."

Charles sighs knowing he shouldn't have to be thanking someone but it does seem his former teammate is owed a massive thanks for this. For pointing out that Charles wasn't noticing his own girlfriend struggling because their relationship was taking a backseat to seemingly everything and everyone.

"I think I should stay away from anything that is being made for children." Charles hums then stealing another kiss from her. "Ok, you need to eat. So let's cook. You're the boss, yes?"

"As always." Y/n smiles gaining back some of the confidence that had deflated in the silent decaying of their relationship.

Obviously there's still work to do before they're back to feeling like they're how they should be. But neither of them are going to just give up on it so any progress is good progress until they get back to how they want to be in the relationship.

Y/n arrived with cupcakes and after some convincing, she got Charles to allow he to leave his side and hunt down Seb who had been unusually hard to spot.

But when she found him, she locked him in a hug.

"Thank you...I never would've had the courage to say anything until I was ready to just...leave." Y/n whispers as she hugs him, closing her eyes but still feeling the tears gathering behind her eyelids because this means so much to her.

"He needed to know and I care about you. I want to see you happy and glowing like you are now. You deserve only the best and Charles knows he can give you it, he was just being stupid." Seb smiles rubbing her back before she moves back. "Are the cupcakes for me?"

"You...and the girls if they're not stale by the time you get them home."

"I'm sure they'll be fine, and the kids will love them. Thank you." Seb smiles before he looks at her for a moment. "Are things better?"

"Yes. I know I should speak up when I feel like thinks are getting hard and Charles has decided that things will never get like that again so really I shouldn't have to speak up." Y/n sighs with a nod then smiling brightly at him. "We both owe you more than cupcakes...because honestly if I lost him then it'd have hurt a hell of a lot more than what was already going on with him being too busy to pay attention."

Y/n does talk to Seb for a bit longer before Charles appears giving a silent thanks with a nod and appreciative expression which Seb acknowledges with a smile.

"I should take the cupcakes and get first pick of my favourite before I have to hand them over to the kids. Thank you." Seb eventually states giving the two a final wave before he picks up the cupcakes and in a similar fashion, Charles scoops y/n up and carries her away.

"I have legs."

"You also have a boyfriend." Charles smirks earning an eye roll.

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donascozylivingroom · 2 months

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LET GO OF THE STRESS AND HUSTLE TO 'GET THERE'

I was scrolling through tiktok and i found a post by someone who told me if i am comfortable in my life i shouldn't be, because i am not working on my next level. i got annoyed and skipped, two videos later: "if u want to be more comfortable..." ... skip!

i'm tired of society convincing us where we are is not ok. i either must want to be more or less comfortable, never accept my life and improve upon the life i have right now with as tiny steps as i feel i can right now.

guess what - I AM COMFORTABLE! And I love it.

I used to be a master at hustling, doing everything i can to get my million dollars and NYC Penthouse. Manifesting didn t work for me until i learned to robotically affirm and persist, and since then i am getting everything i want. And yeah I still have resistance to 2 of my only big desires, everything else i'm getting affirming 1-3 times because i assume i only need to affirm once and i get it, i repeated that for a while and ever since manifestation has been so easy.

And yeah just because i didn t get my 2 main desires yet, I AM COMFORTABLE. I understand that those things I want so much are part of my soul lessons and why my soul came here. God/Source/myself before this life decided to make some things harder than others, and that's okay.

My whole life i was either uncomfortable because i didn t get something external, or worried - why am I so comfortable?

I learned to never do anything that is not easy because my plan for this life is to FLOW, but still i was fed by the media that i am not perfect as i am, or where i am. It's not true.

Wherever you are, it's your starting place, your zero point. And if you are experiencing it, you are probably meant to be there. I mean look around u in the present moment, not to your mind. Are you okay? You're meant to be here, boo.

How can you make your life more beautiful where you are? How can you be more grateful for what is around you? What you already have.

There s no rush, you don't have to get there tomorrow. I know when you are young it seems like you have to do everything very fast, and the speed of manifestation on this planet has improved since i was a kid, everything seems to be more light and fast, BUT...

There will probably be a few more years until the speed of manifestation will be instant, especially for every single thing.

You are part of a collective, a collective consciousness, and everyone must be on board until they push the START button from above 🤭😁

We are literally on this mission together, it's not just about you, it is about the ascension of Earth and its citizens.

Don't stress! Make it your job to relax whatever happens and you will see small improvement after small improvement which will lead to an easy, chilled life that is financially supported by the Universe enough that u have time to do your affirmations, your journaling, your shadow work, etc. Make it a habit to not stress, because stress is always misaligned since it doesn t feel good.

My life currently: affirming, journaling and pinteresting most of the day while in bed...earlier i did groceries and got a lot of things i love to eat and would be considered expensive where i live. Spent 120 euro today and i am in europe. I don't work. I only manifest haha. I'm yet to be at the financial level i want (one of my two desires i'm working on) but i still live a comfortable life, a life that energetically i wish i will have once i have lots and lots of money, because the vibes are amazing. I'd rather have this warm house and bed, friendships and good vibes than a view from the last floor in NYC from my bed, while ridden with anxiety and loneliness.

Ya know.. Everything will be ok, if you struggle to affirm meditate and try your affirmations just once to check how it feels with eyes closed within your inner being..and then check more affirmations one at a time... and ask yourself, your inner being: what do i really need? what do i really want? and when you are clear, then start repeating and manifesting.

good luck!

#manifesting #manifestation #affirmations #affirmyourreality #law of assumption #persistence #robotic affirming #loassumption #loa #relaxation #relax #relax timely reminder

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markantonys · 2 months

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Someone on Twitter:

"Have we even had a scene showcasing Rand's potential/ power? Neither the Eye of the World nor the "battle“ with Ishamael felt like Rand's accomplishments I think."

I'm tired. 1. The Eye absolutely counts. 2. Okay I was underwhelmed with the Ishy battle I wanted it to be more flashy cause that was supposed to be his declaring himself Dragon moment and that definitely didn't land for me because of that. 3. Did Turak and his soldiers not count? That was brutal and efficient and definitely shows his potential imo. Rand doesn't even reach the same power levels that he does at the Eye bookwise til at least Knife of Dreams so like...I think people need to chill

man i'm so tired of people who have no idea how power progression is supposed to work lmao if they want rand to be having flashy big showdowns in the first 2 seasons then they'd better be prepared for him to feel stagnant and/or like a letdown in future seasons 🤷 you just know they'd be going "but why isn't rand able to do X in this season when he could do it LAST season?" if the show did exactly what the early books did in constantly giving rand a big blowout moment at the end of one book and then resetting him to being a helpless baby channeler at the start of the next one.

as for his ishy showdown not being ~flashy~ enough or not being ~his moment~, that's literally the point. it's a pyrrhic victory for rand - he was able to defeat ishy, but absolutely would not have been capable of it without his friends & moiraine assisting him (and risking their own lives to assist him, at that), and i'm sure he's very aware of this. this will motivate him to be desperate enough to improve his channeling skills that he's willing to get training from a forsaken. simple as that. if he was already skilled enough to have a big exciting moment of self-obtained victory in 2x08, then why would he need asmodean to train him in s3? audiences wouldn't buy him being desperate enough to resort to something so drastic.

especially since the show has upped the threat level of the forsaken massively and is actually making them frightening villains. book!asmodean is sad wet and pathetic for all of his onscreen-time despite his evil backstory, so it doesn't feel that risky for rand to take him as a teacher, but if show!asmodean is made more competent & scary in the same way as ishy, lanfear, and moggy (based on her one scene) have been, then that means rand is taking a much bigger risk in the eyes of the audience and we thus need a much stronger reason to believe he would be wiling to take such a risk. rand needs to consistently fail in the early seasons so that he's motivated to improve his skills by any means necessary in s3, same as how nynaeve needs to consistently fail so that she's motivated to break her block by any means necessary. basic cause and effect here, people! basic character progression! characters need to fail so that they can grow, and people who do not understand this have no business criticizing the storytellers who do understand it (not directing this at you here anon haha just at the annoying crew whining about rand and nynaeve Not Getting To Succeed At Anything).

"bUt EgWeNE-" egwene is not the same character as rand, and thus is not developing at the exact same rate as rand, and thus is allowed to have her victories whenever it suits HER progression, even if rand hasn't gotten his victories yet. egwene's victory came in 2x08 because s2 is when her biggest formative storyline of the early books occurs, whereas in s3/TSR she takes a step back while rand comes to greater prominence with HIS biggest formative storyline of the early books. and egwene sure as hell had her share of failures in s2 before getting her victory, just the same as rand even if he needs to cook a little longer before getting his own victories.

#anonymous #answered #wot book spoilers

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amorvincitomnia-14 · 1 month

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Melodic Voices and Bloody Accidents

notes: i made this for @tmnt-narratives like I said I would. Umm so I did kind of lie when I said those questions were "out of random curiosity" but yeah. I really hope you enjoy this, franke and I hope you feel better!! Also if anyone read my recent MM Leo fic this is in the same universe 😄 (credit to souly for helping with the title bc you all know I''m not the best with titles lol)

Summary: You bled through your costume for the school musical but luckily your best friend (and crush) are there to rescue you!

Mikey was in a good mood. In fact, he's been in a good mood for a while now that's he'd thought about it. Life just seemed a little bit brighter, a little bit sweeter.

And that had everything to do with you. You were Mikey's best friend and overall the best person he had ever been lucky enough to meet.

You were funny and cool and kind even if sometimes you thought you were mean. Mikey loved being friends with you, he really did. It just didn't help that he had the world's biggest crush on you.

(He now understood why Leo acted like such an idiot around his crush. Although he still didn't understand how somebody so out of Leo's league could like him.)

Mikey couldn't just tell you that he had a crush on you, that would completely ruin your friendship. Especially since he wouldn't be able to believe you would like him the same way.

Mikey shook his head, knowing he should stop thinking about this when on the way to your rehearsal. Did he mention you are the lead of Heathers? (He would be the most supportive boyfriend. He would cheer you on and hype you up. If only he was yours.)

You were so amazing as Veronica, he was genuinely stunned each time he saw you perform. Today was the day you would get fitted to costumes and Mikey knew you were super excited for it.

Mikey opened the door, thankful for the lack of a creaking noise. The auditorium was massive and filled with the entirety of the cast. Mikey wasn't out of place though; most of his friends from improv were also involved in the drama departments of the school.

He set his backpack down in one of the chairs and sat down. He could hear you practicing your songs in the dressing room just barely, your melodic voice perfecting the notes of Beautiful.

Mikey could never tire of hearing you sing. His ears were aware of your voice as he settled into chair, listening even as he did his homework. He always came to your rehearsals because he wanted you to know he supported you through and through. You're his best friend after all!

He was about halfway through his algebra homework when you got onto the stage so the costume designers can adjust the costumes to your body type. Mikey couldn't help the smile forming on his face when you two locked eyes.

He lifted his hand to wave, his head tilted forward slightly. You smiled back, about to wave when your entire body froze. You looked like you had seen a ghost, making Mikey's body tense.

It lasted about a half a second before you quickly stormed off stage. You were still wearing your costume as you left in a hurry, everybody standing there confused.

Mikey remembered that you had been holding your phone and did the sensible thing to call you while he looked for where you could have gone.

“Come on, pearl. Please pick up.” Mikey muttered under his breath, the nickname something he had called you before. It wasn't usual for 'just friends’ but when has Mikey ever been conventional? He's a literal mutant turtle for crying out loud.

And plus Mikey watched H2O for the first time and he thought of the “world's my oyster, i'm the pearl” whenever he saw you. Hence the nickname. You had so much potential as anything you’d like to be. Mikey only wished you saw it as clearly as he did.

“Mikey,” You whispered, finally picking up the phone. Mikey hated that you sounded like you had been crying.

“Hey, hey, what's wrong?” Mikey asked, holding his phone closely to his ear. The rest of the cast had already gotten back to normal, luckily for you not focused on your exit.

“Can you go into my bag?” You asked, sniffing slightly, “In the front pouch, there is my emergency bag. Can you bring it to me? I'm in the bathroom.”

Mikey sighed with realization, understanding what was going on. He quickly made his way into the green room to get your backpack.

Mikey had only learned about menstruation that very year he started highschool. It was very awkward too since Splinter had been the one to teach him and his brothers a few weeks into school. Mikey would probably never live down the embarrassment of that day.

Mikey found your backpack pretty fast and immediately went inside to find the small bag you had described. He grabbed it, holding it tightly in his hand before heading off towards the nearest bathroom, you would probably be in.

“I'm almost there. Sit tight, doll-face.” Mikey said, trying to keep his tone light so would stay calm. You sort of laughed at the nickname but it was muddled by your teary voice.

Mikey tried to hurry his pace, giving you random jokes along the way. He was suddenly grateful for improv class, it helped him be funny on the spot. (Screw you, Leo, he IS funny enough for that.)

“Ever wonder how a train eats?” Mikey asked, walking quickly towards the bathroom. You made a small noise of surprise, breath slowing across the call.

You were waiting for his answer.

“It choo-choos.” Mikey said, knowing you could hear the dorky grin on his face. You snorted then scoffed.

By now, Mikey was knocking on the door and joining you in the bathroom. Technically he wasn't meant to be in that bathroom but you needed his help and he would be damned before he didn't help you.

“Hey, [name], I'm here.” Mikey said, grinning. You were in the only stall door that was closed, plus he could hear you sniffing so it was easy to find where you were.

“Mikey,” You mumbled, voice muffled and strained. You kept trying to relax your breath as Mikey reached under the stall and handed you the bag without looking.

“Hey, it's okay. Wanna tell me what happened?” Mikey said, once the door was closed. He leaned aganist the door, waiting for you to be ready.

“Just my period,” You said, voice faltering as more tears fell from your eyes, “I b-bled through the costume! What am I gonna do??”

“Just take a breath, pearl, let me take care of it. You don't have to worry. Give me the costume and I can grab you, your other clothes.” Mikey replied, reaching his hand under the stall. You put the clothes in his hands and he went off on the mission.

🐢 🐢 🐢 🐢 🐢 🐢 🐢 🐢

“I'm back, baby!” Mikey exclaimed, keeping his cheery tone to hopefully keep you in better spirits.

He once again handed you your clothes so you could get redressed. Mikey was glad you had chosen some more comfortable clothes to wear since you seemed like you needed it.

“What do they call a bear with no teeth?” Mikey asked as you got dressed, trying to distract you from the likely annoying amount of pain and just emotions you might have been feeling.

“What?” You replied, finally opening the stall door so Mikey could see you. You kept your eyes down, embarrassed.

“A gummy bear.” Mikey said, giving you some awkward finger guns. You giggled slightly, trying to rub away the evidence of your tears.

Mikey must have been staring at you because you covered your face and said, “Stop staring at me. I know I look ridiculous right now.”

Mikey laughed because when have you ever looked ridiculous? You were the prettiest person he had ever met, whether others agreed or not.

“Pearl, you're as gorgeous as always.” Mikey said, eyes dipping to your lips without thinking. He wasn't sure how his voice had suddenly done that movie thing when it got deep and intense, but it happened.

You looked up at him with surprise, about to say something before you said nothing. Mikey sighed, wishing you would just speak your mind.

“Alright, come on. Do you want to grab some ice cream and then hang out at the lair?” Mikey suggested, remembering when he learned that people on their periods tend to like ice cream.

You smiled and nodded, grabbing his hand. Sure, best friends don't typically hold hands but Mikey didn't like the typical. He liked you.

“What flavor of ice cream should we get? I was thinking of getting a pizza flavored one.” Mikey said, earning a groan and a roll of your eyes.

“Bleh, pizza ice-cream? I feel like we need an intervention for you and pizza.” You replied, nudging his plastron with his elbow. He laughed and so did you.

You walked out of school together, Mikey on the side of the sidewalk where the road is. He had his arm around your shoulders, keeping a vigilant eye out just so you could relax.

Thankfully you made it to the ice cream parlor a few blocks away from your school without any trouble. Mikey held the door open for you, smiling proudly.

“Why thank you, good sir.” You said, in a ridiculous posh voice. You dramatically curtseyed, lifting your nonexistent skirt.

“But of course, princess.” Mikey replied, giving you a bow. Both of you burst into laughter, a few of the other customers giving you strange looks.

“Alright, you sit while I order; what do you want?” Mikey asked, ushering you towards one of the tables. You were taking the ice cream to go but Mikey was worried about you getting tired from all the blood loss.

You gave him your order and he went up to the counter. After he ordered, he received both of your ice cream and walked back to you.

“Alright, what movie do you want to watch?” Mikey asked, grabbing your hand and helping you get up to leave. Luckily the sewers entrance was close to the ice cream place.

“Coraline, obviously.” You replied, making Mikey nod and chuckle.

Once you two were at the lair, he set you up in his bedroom (luckily his brothers were all away so he had the room to himself.)

Almost instinctively Mikey curled his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his plastron. Totally friendly behavior.

Mikey even remembered to get you a heating pad that he held to your lower stomach with his hand. Your breathing was slow and you seemed relaxed, which made Mikey relieved.

You were about halfway through the movie when you looked up at Mikey and said, “You're really nice.”

Mikey gave a small smile and said, “Who wouldn't want to be nice to you?”

You seemed to be content with that answer because you settled back into his arms (where you belong) and kept watching the movie. But Mikey wasn't watching the movie. He was watching you.

You looked so pretty and calm, so satisfied with the moment. Your eyes were drooping and your breathing was growing slower, he could tell you were getting sleepy. An almost glimmer of excitement spread through him at this pretty romantic moment.

Your eyes had finally shut and your breathing evened, making Mikey suspect you had fallen asleep. He made sure you were comfortable on his plastron. His heart felt so full, like it was ready to combust at the domestic sight.

“I think I'm in love with you, [Name.]” Mikey confessed under the shield of you being asleep. He turned back to watching the movie, no longer watching you.

You opened your eyes, and smiled.

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is-nini · 7 months

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Tignari x Fairy! Reader

↬❀ℰ𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊❀↫

Kingdom au!

I am aware there are much fixing and improvements especially with the fact that enchanted is used alot 😔 but I sincerely hope you enjoy this!

'There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place'

"welcome to the party, I do hope everyone enjoy they're stay"

Tighnari's voice echoed throughout the beautiful ballroom. For the guests who are attending the ball, it is such an honour to be attending the Avidya ball but for Tighnari, it's just another way for people to make a name for themselves, after all this would be a very publicized party.

A clap rang through the ballroom as Tignari finished his opening speech. He walks down the stairs while greeting the people who came up to him, congratulating him for his achievement as the next ruler for the kingdom.

'Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face'

Of course his eyes are not focusing on the people around him, rather he is looking for a particular way to escape this party. "My apologies, if you'll excuse me, I have a matter to attend to". Everyone immediately bow and a hushed sorry and of course pours out as they make way for him.

As Tighnari finally reached the balcony door, he stopped for a while to look at the beautiful surroundings. He walked towards the side of the balcony, revealing a beautiful staircase with vines surrounding it that seemed to blend with the surrounding tree. The staircase leads to the forest immediately.

'All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you'

Tignari was walking but he stopped, seeing someone else taking his spot. A glimpse of a beautiful pair of translucent wings that seems to glimpse under the moonlight. Tignari knows any type of wing that belongs to a bug.. but this one is different because it is attached to someone.

You played with the clear water from the pond, splashing around without a care, the cloak that you usually use just lays near one of the trees. You are one of the few lasting fairy remaining in Teyvat. Most of your history is buried under the ground but it's best to not dig it up for now.

'Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

'Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me'

Your body jolts when you hear a footstep behind you. You turn your head to see a man with a long ear, a feature you are familiar with that linked him to the Avidya Kingdom. You stare at him, as your body froze. When he takes a step you immediately go to fight or flight mode.

Tighnari noticed this and so he decided to immediately say something "hello, uh.. I.. do not have intention to hurt you". His calming voice makes you falter abit but you immediately tense up when he walked slowly towards your cloak "I suppose this is yours?" He took the cloak as he walked towards you, eyes full of curiosity and interest. You take it slowly from his hand and stay still as you hold the cloak close to your chest.

'The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy'

Tighnari pulled out his hand and offered it to you "My name is Tighnari, what's yours?". You look at him with skepticism but decide to go along with it.. afterall it has been quite a while since you made a friend. "I am y/n" you shake his hand back with much caution before pulling your hand away.

As Tignari tries to look for a topic- anything just to make you feel much more comfortable while you play with the hem of your folded cloak in your arms, looking back at him, mirroring the same curious glint in your eyes. "His majesty Tighnari? I thought you were crowned tonight… what are you doing outside the castle?". Tighnari is quite taken back, you know his status? Have you been living amongst humans without his knowledge? How much do you know? So many questions ran through his mind but those questions can be asked later "The ceremony is done, the only thing going now is the celebration but the guests are just enjoying themselves".

You smile at him after breaking eye contact "shouldn't you be attending to the guest?" You asked with the slight hint of teasing in your tone. He shakes his head and clears his throat "it's the same with me or without me. I would rather enjoy other… places to be in". His eyes locked on yours when he trails off on his words. You let out a little giggle before looking down towards the ground "you're not scared of being cursed by a roaming fairy?".

For a while Tighnari caught on to your teasing and let go a small ghost smile "No, I am not aware.. Perhaps a certain Fairy could teach me how to be more.. cautious?". You pull your head up again to look at him and feign a contemplating look "Perhaps.. with one condition..". The place is quiet, with the only source of music coming from the castle in a muffled noise that you can barely make out the word for " Perhaps if a certain human is willing to teach me they're ways.. I might consider helping you". You know you don't need to clarify yourself when you see the man before you smile and say "Consider it done".

'And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you'

Everynight. Same place, same time the two of you would always meet each other, exchanging information, topics or personal interest. You have always known humans love to have things that they don't have. They are thirsty for the unknown and Tighnari is no different.. but what made him stand out is that he still cherishes you and your boundaries. Perhaps this is what makes you stay and talk to him. The way his eyes look at you doesn't seem hostile.

Tighnari would be lying if he said he's not scared but after that encounter on that one night, he can't seem to get enough of your presence. Sassy but classy is what he might call you.

'This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you'

Today is another ball for the Avidya Kingdom. A ball celebrating the 6th month of being the leader. People are happy with the way Tighnari leadership develops. Strict but with kindness. Of course Tighnari knew that his party would just be everyone's time to make a connection so what better way to spend time other than spending it with you.

"Out again Tighnari?" You smile as you see him getting close towards you "Of course. It's the usual no?" He counters back as he takes a seat beside you. You look at the castle peeking behind the thick trees. "Hm, the music is louder than usual" you noted out loud. Tighnari saw the same reflection in your eye when he first met you, you are looking at his castle with curiosity now.

You stare at the castle with longing as you imagine how the ball is. Women with beautiful dresses, gentlemen with dashing suits. "What does it feel like to dance until the song ends?" You wonder out loud before focusing back to Tighnari. His eyes ponder for a bit before he suddenly stands up, startling you. His hand stretches out towards you before saying

"Would you like to know?"

No other words needed to be exchanged as you took his hand. On that night everything is magical, the sound of the music blasting from the castle and the beautiful dance that is guided by the majesty himself.

As the song slowly came to an end, his hand stayed on your hips and your hand stayed on his shoulder. The two of you look at eachother eyes deeply with no words exchanged as the two of you sway back and forth to the beat of your feet. "You're a very good teacher, your majesty. It's a shame that this has to end" you smile at him, looking deep into his eyes.

"It has to end? Are you sure? I am the majesty. If I haven't ended it, it won't end" he smiled back at you, making your cheeks flush red as you look down towards your feet. "There are no more songs to dance to" you mumbled.

Tighnari cups your face with one of his hands. The sudden act of fearlessness is shocking coming from him. "A dance doesn't have to be Accompanied by a song" he stroked your cheek with his thumb for a while. "Music is important, yes, but the most important factor of a dance is the person who accompanies you".

Your eyes and his eyes shimmer under the moonlight as the both of your face closing up on eachother. "Then can we not end the dance now please?" You whisper. Tighnari doesn't have any intention of saying no so as his face closes the distance by itself he lets out a very soft yet happy "Yes" as the two of you seal the deal with a kiss. You hug his neck, pulling him closer to your embrace while he pulls your hips closer to you.

Tighnari was the first one to pull out of the kiss. Although he stopped, his eyes are still landing sternly on you. "Anything for my fairy" he said before diving back down for a kiss from you.

That night ended with him proposing that you stay in his castle whenever you'd like. As such in a classic fairy tale ending you live with him upon the beautiful castle that you once curious about.

Of course, people needed to know about your upcoming as a fairy but that thought can wait. For now you and Tighnari just drown in the enchanted moments.

#genshin fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin tighnari #tighnari #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n #genshin fluff

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cursedcola · 2 years

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May i request savanaclaw or heartslabyul with a baker s/o? In hcs format pretty plz 🙏

A/N: I went overboard. Again.

Prompt: Savanaclaw members with a Baker! S/O Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucci, and Jack Howl Warnings: None!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona's perspective on having a baker! s/o depends on how much they identify with the title. Is it a hobby? Are you passionate about it? Is becoming a professional baker your dream career?

Many people can cook, but the art being a part of the person's identity is what matters. For example: Lilia Vanrouge. Everyone acquainted with the pipsqueak knows that he isn't capable of simply boiling water. Leona's been subjected to his, "creations," since the pungent scent overtakes the entirety of campus and lingers for days. Yet, Lilia enjoys cooking. He puts in effort and so -no matter how infuriating it is to admit- he deserves some respect as a chef.

If you identify with the title then he is extremely supportive. He pushes you to make treats that you have never tired before, and offers to "rate," them. He wants you to improve, and also likes being the first to taste your creations. Even if it makes Grimm mad; no, ESPECIALLY if it makes Grimm mad.

Leona discovers his s/o's interest early on before becoming an official couple. Ruggie was too late in swiping Leona's favorite menchi katsu sandwich from the cafeteria. A familiar scene occurred with Grimm snagging the last one, but this time he ate it before Ruggie could use his special spell. The Ramshackle prefect had taken pity and offered up their own lunch.

"The heck is this?" Leona said, when Ruggie tossed a lunch pale covered in your scent into his lap. Leona's nose flared at the intrusion, and Ruggie merely shrugged it off. The lion opened the pale with a huff, and inside was a bowl of chicken soup with a chunk of baguette on the side. Below it all was a fruit tart in a plastic container.

He would much rather have his sandwich, but it would have to do. Everything was clearly homemade and if it tasted horrible then Leona could tease them later.

The flavor? Better than anything he's had in a long while. The baguette is first to go and he eats everything in silence. For Leona, that is a big seal of approval.

Imagine Ruggie's surprise when Leona demands your food the next day. Now imagine your face when finding out. Grimm is not having it! Your delicacies are only for him-

To make some extra cash, you end up making Leona's lunches every day. Always with some new baked treat and eventually you know all of his preferences. Then you begin to spend all of lunch together, and soon you become his s/o.

Leona loves your food. Even if it isn't to his tastes he will still eat it and compliment it. He never shares either, and has fought someone for ruining his packed lunch before.

The only person who Leona has ever given your food to is Cheka, and only when he near cried.

Ruggie Bucci

How resourceful are you with your baking? Ruggie may want to learn some tips and tricks. He likes to cook, although he does it out of necessity rather than passion. It is not that he dislikes it, but most of the recopies Ruggie knows are focused on getting nutrients with minimal waste. If you are willing to teach him some new tricks then he will barter down the price of ingredients, deal?

As his S/O, one surefire way to flatter Ruggie is by baking him something. Why? You are sharing with him. It's so domestic. Where he comes from that's something you only do for your kin. You are taking care of him with no ulterior motive.

Ruggie discovered your love for baking when he was in trouble.

After every spell drive match, Savanaclaw hosts a feast for its students as a reward. It is by no means fancy, and most of the dishes featured are carb or protein based. Plenty of pasta, meat, bread, beans, and some sugary treats. Nothing like the fancy parties hosted at Heartslabyul.

All Ruggie's responsibility to prepare. The job would normally fall to the housewarden....but, no. Leona is unfortunately not the best to manage dorm funds and resources. He also doesn't cook.

The issue? He caught a stomach bug. With the match tomorrow and a day to prepare, Ruggie failed to do much when running to-and-from the restroom. Normally he would give up and let his dorm rot, but you were supposed to be joining tomorrow.

"P-prefect? What are y-you doing here?" he tried not sound pained and failed miserably. Taking note of his state and the ingredients in the kitchen, you sent him away with promises to take care of the situation. Who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?

Never mind that his *cough* "recent infatuation" just saw him vulnerable and took over his work. Now he has a day to try and not perish.

Next day? They win their match by a landslide, and Ruggie found himself sparing many glances at the not-so-subtle, "Go Savanaclaw!" sign in the stands. Or was it the fool waving it around that caught his attention? What idiot cheers for a dorm that isn't theirs?

He grew excited to taunt you during dinner. If not about the sign, then to cover up his embarrassment from yesterday. Yet his mischievous side takes the back seat when his team is welcomed back to a full buffet. The scent of freshly baked buns hits his nose. A meat paradise is laid flat on a platter, with different kinds of sandwich rolls surrounding the arrangement. One table over is a pasta bar, with different noodles, sauces, and cheeses ready to be arranged. Next is sides. From baked potatoes, to cornbread, to toasted bagels. The shining star is the table of sweet pastries with a cake in the center decorated in the team's colors. There was enough food to feed the dorm's students for at least three days.

That celebration was better than any Ruggie has hosted. He expected you to prepare the bare minimum, not dedicate two entire days to his dorm. Even Leona was impressed, and every student in the dorm dubbed you a (god/goddess)

Needless to say, Ruggie loves your baking talent. It saved him some trouble, and your willingness to share it is something he likes about you.

Jack Howl

Jack noticed your baking affinity the moment you became friends. Compared to his two seniors, Jack has the advantage of being in the "freshman club". Meaning that prior to your relationship, he spent much time at your side by default. He's the only freshman of his race and keen sense of smell. You always smelled of freshly baked treats, and Ramshackle reeked of vanilla extract. Even in class, your scent would stand out among everyone else. At one point he developed a game of guessing what you had baked by your scent.

Jack is also a very observant person. Sometimes there would be bandages on your fingers, likely hiding oven burns. Your arms were muscular, a sign of regularly kneading dough. Sometimes there would be a tinge of flour on your pants, and your affinity at getting accurate ingredient measurements in alchemy class did not go unnoticed.

The nail in the coffin is how you feed everyone around you. Whenever there is a gathering you always bring in a treat, yet never specify where it is from. Everyone enjoys it, and Jack becomes more taken with your face lights up at their compliments rather than his own portion. He nearly forgets to eat, until you stare at him expectantly.

"It's pretty good. What's in it again?" he chomps it down with a huff, his tail swishing behind him at each bite. His favorite days are the ones his nose guesses your treat correctly, and he gets to taste what he was dreaming about since morning.

Jack is a big guy too. He burns calories like nothing with his active lifestyle, so he's more than willing to gobble up anything you make. He has no preferences so long as it is your cooking. The moment you draw near and he gets a look at the package? It's all over. His heart is bursting with affection and he's dying for a bite.

With a baker s/o, it's likely that he blurts out his confession while eating something that you made. He does well to hide his thoughts and desires. Yet, giving thanks is something Jack is not shy about. He always uses his manners when accepting one of your treats. With it becoming routine, he'd notice that you begin to take note of his preferences. Baking things that remind him of his home or that he prefers after his workouts.

That's when he gets a loose-lip. His inner-thoughts of how he loves your treats and never wants you to go away slip out. Then he makes it worse, trying to take it back in a haste.

"No! No, I don't mean that. Wait- no, I do love the things you make but you don't have to keep giving them to me. Wait! Wait- no, please don't stop giving me them they make my day -you make my day- I swear. WAIT-"

Help him.

#twst scenarios #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst leona kingscholar #twst ruggie bucci #twst jack howl #jack howl x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #baker!s/o

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ripplestitchskein · 23 days

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I've been binge reading your Helluva Boss and Stolitz posts for a while now and I love how mature and nuanced your takes are. I've run into a good deal too many Stolitz antis on Twitter who won't give Stolas and Blitzo's relationship a chance to improve later, despite the show clearly trying to do just that. I'm especially tired of people saying that their relationship is one-sided. And even when actual evidence is put out there that Blitzo actually does like Stolas back, they say it doesn't count because those hints are less than 5 second long small details rather than being spoonfed to them. Just argued with one of them on Twitter like an hour ago and that's exactly what they said. And they accused ME of not paying attention because in their mind, Stolitz was built up from sexual assault, and they think Blitzo's line in Western Energy "He can get hurt?" is somehow out of character which confused the hell out of me, and they kept insisting that Blitzo had "zero interest" in Stolas no matter what.

Thank you so much!! I do try my best to be as rational and logical as possible so I’m glad it’s coming through, not to say I don’t have emotionally based reactions or bias but in my meta analysis I try to set my personal feelings about the text presented aside and just talk about what it could potentially mean based on recurring elements, themes, and deliberate choices made throughout not just in individual scenes.

LooLoo Land is a perfect example, there are some moments in that episode I heavily dislike (Blitzø shoving the dolls down his pants, the “as long as she washes it” convo, and Stolas being sexually inappropriate in front of his kid) so I do understand some of the criticism. It was also episode two and being a creative myself I know firsthand that things like that happen. You put in things early, for a joke, a laugh, to highlight personalities and they don’t necessarily come across the way you intended or jive with where the story ends up. Which is why a lot of my analysis takes in the entirety of what we have so far, the recurring stuff, not just individual moments or one off lines.

I’ve always maintained that it’s crucial to remember that creators are not perfect beings who are getting their story from on high fully formed, they make mistakes, they get inspired and take things in a different direction as things develop, they can contradict themselves over time. It happens.

It’s also a cartoon so it’s limited in how much it can even do, how expressive the characters can be, how much time they have to explore and the medium absolutely comes into play when analyzing it. Art has always been and will always be subjective, and unless the creator flat out contradicts something it’s largely left to interpretation, but that interpretation cannot be based on one scene, or one episode, or a one off bit of dialogue or a single expression either.

I always encourage not wasting your time arguing with people who are still serving up early content talking points or who dont have media literacy as a learned skilled. I know it’s super hard, I’m guilty of it myself. I was so close to going off on a “Stella and Stolas are mutually abusive” take last night you have no idea. It was more the dude was just being deliberately obtuse to the point I stopped myself and was like “they have to be trolling, no way someone believes this”. You can’t change their minds, they obviously don’t want to engage with the material from a place of good faith, and it just bums you out at the end of it.

A lot of them are really young too I find, which may be part of the disparity. I’m 38 so I have a lot of different experiences to draw from they haven’t had yet. I’ve been a fandom girl since I was a kid, I’ve always been a shipper and I also create things so my perspective is further down the line and with lived experience some people don’t have yet. I’m reminded of this daily, my oldest son is 18 and we have many conversations where I’m reminded about how much you learn as you grow older and the assumptions you make as a younger person. This is not to say that younger people can’t think critically but it is a skill and it improves over time like any other.

I also encourage people to think of what is being said and why. There is a lot of hate for VivziePop as a person. My understanding is she said some things early on and created a hate base that is going to deliberately misinterpret just to validate their initial assumptions about her motive and character. With popular things there is always a small subset that hate a show because of its popularity too, I don’t think because they are jealous like some speculate but because they didn’t personally enjoy it and don’t like feeling like they are missing something, so they take it in a “it must be the children who are wrong” Principal Skinner approach. They can’t see why people love it so those people must be ignoring what they didn’t like about it and they must tell them.

Sometimes people like another ship or another character more, and their ship might involve one half of yours, or they don’t feel their character is getting the same focus and attention because of yours. So instead of just letting everyone enjoy their own things it’s now a competition, a source of resentment and they must make that everyone else’s problem.

And I’ve talked about the fascistic purity culture that seems to encroach into fiction spaces as well that is also at heavily play. Any time a character does anything that is vaguely “toxic”, “problematic” they are immediately painted with the SA brush, the creator is promoting it and the fans are enabling it and are somehow directly responsible for it existing in the world. You can’t do anything about them except enjoy what you like, look at it critically within your own personal comfort level, and as always, my favorite thing to say “kill the cop in your head.” Not just with fiction but everything.

I’m glad my analysis is being enjoyed, and I super appreciate your feedback on it. Come to my inbox anytime and we’ll enjoy the ride together!

#inbox #stolas x blitz #stolitz #helluva boss #will I ever answer anything in less than 500 words?#not fucking likely

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levmada · 6 months

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Hii! I read some of your writings and omg I love you!I'd have a fanfic request if possible. if you don't like or care, you don't have to do it,I saw a tiktok in which Erwin and Levi are in Erwin’s office. Erwin, sitting at his desk, he should do his job, but instead stares at Levit. Then Levi suddenly speaks, not looking up from his book."Levi: If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch a cold.Erwin: O /// O" So yes You would be the most perfect person to make it smut! Thank you!

ahhh hi :D sorry this took so long, and idk if this is what you had in mind bc it’s filthy😅i hope you like it🫶

➥ pairing: Captain!bratty sub!Levi x Commander!service dom!Erwin

➥ about: Levi has been keeping a dirty little secret since last night. Naturally, Erwin figures him out. But not even he predicted how delicious Levi’s secret would be.

➥ c/w: established relationship, multiple sappy monologues about how much erwin loves levi, abuse of authority but it’s consensual, touching over clothes, TEASING, lingerie/cross-dressing, abundant praise, toy (plug), canonverse, rimming+assplay, impact play, aftercare<3, rough desk sex

➥ wc: 4.7k

The sun has set on another day on base. Quite a while ago at that. Erwin’s office is quiet except for his quill scratching parchment at his desk, and Levi occasionally sipping his tea. He stands at the window looking out at the countryside and the main road that leads to Shiganshina proper.

It's impossible for there to be foot traffic or otherwise this late at night, but whenever Levi is indoors he's bound to be looking out a window, even a few years later; outside at all Aboveground has to offer.

Erwin envies him at times. Levi's seeming childlike wonder at the outside world is also one of many things he loves about him.

He turns a page, silently chiding himself. Levi is distracting him. And he already threatened him that he’d drag him to bed sooner or later if he didn’t come to a stop with paperwork for the night.

Erwin had been more than prepared for the weight is responsibility the title of commander came with (as far as bureaucracy goes, at least), but it's integral to be on top of things at all times. But even so, Levi argues that he'll drop dead if he works too hard, and then he wouldn't work at all. Levi cares in his own way.

He really should wrap up.

So he slows down, glances at his inkwell and is reminded of how hard Levi has worked himself. He's cleaned the place from top to bottom in the meantime like every week, and they had their writing lesson. Levi’s handwriting has improved tenfold in the last two months, but he still seemed grouchy about not being able to help out with the papers.

Really though, he’s really been grouchy all day, more than he usually is. He barely saw him after waking up this morning, but he’s seemed flustered, too. He'd bat Erwin's hand off his waist before the latter showered, yet when he snuck a kiss to Levi's cheek earlier, he yanked him up by his bolo tie to kiss him, like a gunshot.

Ever since their duties were wrapped up today, Levi has used just about any excuse to close the physical distance between them.

And after last night… Erwin lets his gaze linger on Levi’s back. Outlines, his muscles, hint through his shirt, and his trousers hug his round backside tightly. He’s still gaining weight since life Aboveground lets him eat properly, and a proper amount.

But for now he’s not going to complain, especially knowing Levi would be stubborn about buying new clothes, again.

He's going to use the opportunity to stare.

He wonders.

“Hey Blondie. If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch a cold. Are you tired yet?”

Erwin looks up. Levi is still facing the window.

“Come here, Levi.”

He sets his tea down on the saucer with a faint clink and turns, arms crossed. “Huh? Why.”

“Just come here,” he chuckles. "It’d be easier to drag me to bed."

He appears to consider this for a second or less, then comes over to him. Erwin is just as tall as Levi sitting, so he can easily open his legs for him to stand between.

He brings his palms to Levi’s soft round cheeks, smiling. Like this, his scowl just looks precious.

“Are you already getting a cold?—Your cheeks are red…” His thumb wanders, brushing against his plump bottom lip. “And you’re quite warm.”

Erwin’s eyes suggest the question is rhetorical. By the way Levi’s blush stretches to his ears now, that confirms it.

But he gives nothing away. “You think so?”

He senses a challenge.

"Let me see."

"Erwin..." he warns, but does nothing as Erwin steadies his hip. The tension in his shoulders loosens under his other hand.

Erwin digs his fingertips in just so, and skips down a little to caress his upper torso under his arm. The base of his palm can narrowly press on Levi's nipple through his short-sleeved shirt.

Levi makes a soft noise, and he meets it with a knowing hum. His nipple is firm underneath.

"You aren't cold, are you?"

"Shut up..."

Erwin smirks gently; Levi refuses to meet his eye.

It occurs to him—far from the first time—that both of his hands could close around Levi's waist; not just because of their size difference, but the slight feminine undertones that shape Levi's body.

Really, he loves it all.

Levi shifts his arm out of the way slightly, giving him more room. Erwin spots this.

“Stand at ease.”

He nibbles on his top lip, but obeys: he widens his stance, his back straight, and clasps his arms behind his back. Such a strict show of respect doesn't fit him whatsoever, but he flawlessly executes it when he orders him to.

His cock, already leaving his pants quite tight, twitches attentively. Levi looks a little humiliated. Is he perverted for this, or are they both perverted because Levi is willing?

He believes that that's what's attractive about this display... for the most part.

To debase his duty this way. Rubbing, then pressing Levi's pecs together through his shirt while he presents himself like his perfect Captain.

His nipples are pointed through his black shirt now. Unable to resist, Erwin taps them gently with his thumbs. Levi gasps sharply, his shoulders hunching. His glazed eyes are almost closed.

Pleased with his remarkable sensitivity—even more sensitive than usual...—he rubs the pricked swells, back and forth and around.

Levi, ever his perfect Captain, stays rigid as Erwin watches his thick erection strain against the front of his trousers. Levi notices him looking, and turns his head away.

He loves this about Levi—all he tells him without uttering a word. No matter what he does to him, to tease him to the brink, it's too embarrassing for him to be observed.

For now Erwin allows the mistake. With one hand still squeezing and stroking a gentle swell, he unbuckles Levi’s belt.

“Is this okay?”

“Wh-Why wouldn’t it be?” he rasps.

“You’re more shy than usual.”

He scoffs. “Yeah? Maybe I’m creeped out because you have me standing like this, you pervert.”

It’s so cute when he does this. Snapping like a dog with his cheeks glowing pink and his cock so obviously interested.

Erwin smirks to himself. “But your posture is wrong. You should be looking straight ahead.”

“Fuck you.” Levi fixes a glare at his eyes.

"Take off your shirt, too, soldier."

“Right away, sir,” he retorts back, but his attitude is now meek.

Levi is breathing heavier than when they started. He crosses his wrists at his hips and pulls off his t-shirt. Erwin relishes in the reveal of pale skin—like freshly fallen snow—contrasting against the here-and-there pale pink scar, and black trail of hair below his navel, which disappears below his trousers’ waistband. He watches his powerful muscles flex slightly with the movement. No one could come close to grasping the magnitude of the strength Levi possesses within for his short stature and slight feminine grace he was blessed with in his hips, shoulders, and waist. His biceps, abdominals and thighs are bulky, but Levi hides his body much more often than not in oversized civilian wear. He's the picture of peak physical shape. But Erwin would go so far as to describe his hands as dainty, if they weren't so tough. He could easily master the piano. His body is toughened by war, his skin is oven-warm; his body leans and seeks out Erwin’s touch wherever and whenever it nears.

Levi maintains eye contact the whole time he neatly folds it. He drops it down on his desk with a distracted hand.

That’s better.

"Good boy."

Levi's chest lifts as Erwin’s hands glide down his waist, just barely scraping his skin with his fingertips. The toned muscles under his skin twitch where they go.

“Hm,” he chuckles. "So sensitive."

He leans forward, kissing Levi’s lips gently as he grunts in what vaguely resembles annoyance.

He ducks down to close his lips on his nipple.

“Ah—…” Levi huffs harshly.

Erwin exhales slow and heavy through his nose as its firmness prods the flat of his tongue. He sucks rhythmically; at the same time sliding his hands into Levi’s back pockets, and squeezing the firm muscles hard. As he licks, he lets up on the pressure, and alternates like that.

Levi is well and truly squirming on his feet now. His chest rises and falls, against and away from his mouth. A small, breathy whine slips out under Levi’s breath.

He groans. With one hand, he keeps playing with his ass. His other tugs his leather belt off.

He pulls away to admire his work. Saliva makes Levi's blushing nipple appear to gleam, and his pinned cock is more pronounced than ever. Levi’s eyes are still on his, but they're dark and glazed-over.

“Why are you so hard already? Even faster than usual…”

He presses his palm flat on his cock.

“Hng…” Levi’s hips wobble forward in response. His brow is creased in focus.

He folds Levi’s belt, watching him with an innocent curiosity that couldn't be more corrupted as he trails the leather down Levi's bare belly. He stops at his crotch and taps, just gently taps his bulge.

Levi is tense like a live wire. Shockingly, his hips lean forward.

“You going to punish me? ...Just see why for yourself.” Levi stares at Erwin's crotch as he says this.

His brows raise.

So there's a reason why.

Mildly, he leans back in his seat and unbuttons his shirt as if he isn’t craving to tear Levi’s pants off at the seams and find out what he means. The silence is pregnant with anticipation.

When they’re parted like curtains, he slides the sleeves off. “Drop your pants.”

Levi grips his trousers’ waistband. He notices the red lines on his long fingers from wringing them too much.

When he finally drops his pants, Erwin doesn’t even notice him stepping out of them.

White, sheer panties ride low on Levi's hips and hug them. Next to nothing is left to the imagination through the intricate designs, like it matters while Levi's swollen cock distends the lace, despite its perfect fit. Down low, white is greyed and wrinkled-looking where his cock has leaked. He's been like this for a while. And that’s not all. He’s wearing sheer white stockings. They look delicate. Sheer mesh in a flowery design edges his pale, delicious thighs.

And his trousers hid this delicious sight all day. Did he train like this? As he sat in earlier's meeting among his squad, were his thighs spilling over the top of the lace then?

Erwin moans almost involuntarily. "Levi," he murmurs, voice low and heavy with a desire like a bottle fit to burst. He can't tear his eyes away. Erwin's hand slides from his thigh to stroke himself through his trousers.

The whole time, Levi's expression is unreadable, but his eyes are almost hopeful. A glowing blush has stretched to his ears and down his neck.

"Guess you like 'em, Commander," Levi breathes, parting his legs like an invitation. He continues standing like his good little soldier. Disgraceful.

Erwin almost laughs. He squeezes his cock as heat shoots straight down and pools thickly below.

"You have no idea."

He places his hands on the outsides of Levi's thighs and pulls him as close as possible standing, and ravages the skimpy outfit with his touch. For just a moment he takes the time to admire Levi's pale skin next to his much more tan hands before leaning in and dressing the pale column of Levi's neck with his lips and teeth. Levi whines, and moans sweetly as he squeezes his thick thighs hungrily, then rounds back and takes his perfect ass in his hands as if staking claim.

"Fuck, Erwin... That’s not all."

His gaze snaps up to Levi’s lidded eyes. His face is almost comically red, and he won’t look him in the eye; he stares at the bridge of his nose instead, imitating eye contact.

“Don’t you dare think you’re anything but gorgeous, especially dressed like this,” Erwin states, exactly like a command but even firmer, and brings Levi forward by his hips, slamming their lips together and instantly prodding between with an eager tongue.

Levi moans into his hot mouth, and finally, finally swings his arms around him. Erwin uses this to his advantage to raise Levi up and put him on his desk.

Levi moans like it was wrenched from him, his hips snapping forward and nails biting, scratching down his back. He’s whining louder than ever as their tongues swirl together. Levi's (relatively) cool demeanor has vanished before it could even melt.

Erwin manages to tear himself away and use his superior strength to lift his legs, guiding his feet to hook on the edge of the desk as Levi babbles a quiet chant of fuck, fuck, fuck. His cock strains and tenses, there, harder and restrained by his panties by only a thin sliver of lace.

“Erwin, hurry."

Levi gasps, forced back as he pries his ass apart and yanks the white cloth to the side.

Erwin's jaw slackens. His knees weaken as arousal rushes to his trapped cock, and it throbs to the brink of pain.

Levi's favorite plug is nestled in his ass. A rich green jewel marks its placement, to him like a prize.

"Ah, you're too good to me, Levi." Erwin takes hold of it, nudging back and forth. Levi's reaction is swift and dramatic, arching into his touch as if he's been tortured, and now finally, relief is just out of his reach.

"Sh-Shut up," he gasps, certainly shakier and weaker than he meant. Even his elbows are hardly holding him up.

"How long have you been like this?"

Erwin licks into one of the two ringed, cruel scars (courtesy of the ODM gear) on Levi's quaking thighs as he plays with the plug, and watches his face contort from pleasure. The skin of his very inner thighs is remarkably soft.

"Uh." A scratching can be heard from his nails digging into the wood. "This... this morning. I was still loose from last night, so I—sh-shit—took the opportunity."

"Good boy."

Erwin's hand closes on his heavy balls, massaging and squeezing as he lifts them out of the way for his tongue to press more against Levi's taint. His hips thrust down as a hand seizes the back of Erwin’s head and his shoulder, respectively.

"Fuck! Fuck-Fuckin' hell..."

"Mm..." Erwin kisses his sac open-mouthed, alternating between licking and suckling. Levi's thighs spasm at random, his heels dig into his shoulderblades.

As his mouth inches to his hole, Levi's breathing grows heavier and his hips raise in anticipation. "Erwin, Errwin."

He's slurring his words—he's delirious already.

He wants to think, Not yet. Bite those feather-soft thighs, tear those thin stockings apart and use featherlight strokes and kisses, but that's just it—Levi looks so delicious in his little panties and socks; he ate breakfast, and trained, and sat in a meeting with a toy in his ass and this sweet outfit.

Erwin takes hold of the lace at the crotch as he sucks, and pulls upward, inflicting tight friction on the plug inside him.

Levi coughs out a cry that sounds punched from him, thighs jolting almost shut. He's squirming so much, like he can't contain this much pleasure in his body. His panties are absolutely ruined, both by cum and Erwin's grip.

"Don't make me fucking beg," he rasps.

"Beg."

Erwin peers up at him as he orders this, and frees his cock entirely. Levi hisses through his teeth as he leans forward, and licks his gleaming cock clean while teasing his hole at the same time.

"Ah—!"

Levi never disobeys a direct order.

"Fuck you"—a knocking sound as his head falls back—"fuck... Please... I didn't... deal with that fucking thing all day to drag this out. Erwin. Fucking please."

He's satisfied with those pleas and the trembling within them.

He drags it on for longer, by kissing, suckling just his tip while fondling the plug in little circles.

"Please! Sir..."

Levi grips his hair so tight Erwin moans with the ache. He's dizzy.

Levi's begging dissolves into babbling, and he knows he's getting close, just from this teasing that should be doing nothing for him.

With that, he lets the rumpled panties go and raises his head. The lace is a ruined memory of what it once was; dragged down below his hips, greyed, laying stuck to one side. Levi's cock twitches eagerly under his gaze. His legs try to twitch together as it lingers.

"Don't start being shy again." Erwin looks up, although Levi's eyes are barely opened into slits. Slowly, he worked the plug out of him. "You're so beautiful."

"Ngh... Fuck... Shut up..."

It pops out of him, and a whitish ooze dribbles out. Erwin gasps softly.

Levi is just as loose and open as he said, but his pink rim is left puffy and swollen. With the loss of the toy, it quivers harshly around nothing. Cute.

Not having liked his answer, he remembers himself. He yanks his thighs wide part, and whips his hole with his palm, more than once.

His entire body jolts on each impact, his chest heaving and whimpers shaking. "Oh god... Fuck... Please, jus' please..."

"This seems sensitive." Erwin leans forward, finally, licking around his rim in firm, quick revolutions.

Levi cries out and shoves his ass down on his mouth, pushing his desire past the point of unbearable.

He starts eating him out with abandon. While clutching his thigh with one hand, he practically rips his zipper getting it open, unable to stop his voice; his cock strains just to finally be freed. His nostrils flare.

Next he slips the oil from the bottom drawer of his desk. It definitely pays to be prepared.

He gives Levi total control to grind and pull his hair as he pleases as he dribbles a generous amount of oil on his hand and gets his cock wet. From the first touch, he moans. His balls are already tightening; he shouldn't push it.

He wipes his hand on his trousers, then slots his fingers in with Levi's tangled in his hair. Regaining control, he pulls away and stands up, taking the bend of Levi's knee with him so he's forced to fold nearly in half.

Levi's subdued blue eyes, his wet eyes, are dark, with his cheeks a deep scarlet shade that stretches to his ears and down his pale chest. A tear has fallen, matching the drool on his chin. He's been playing with his nipples.

"Er-Erwin, please..."

"Fuck."

Like this, Levi looks defenseless, but only because he lets himself be—for Erwin and Erwin only.

Overcome, Erwin drags him towards him, making Levi gasp. He spreads his legs and raises his hips like a slut as Erwin seizes him by his hair and kisses him hard. Levi moans down his throat.

"Come here, angel."

Erwin brings him to sit up, and helps him off. Levi stumbles, while he's more than happy to support him the whole way, to completely steer Levi around and bend him over his desk.

"Are you ready?"

"W-Was ready a fuckin' hour ago..." He shoots him a painfully pleading gaze and bends his back, sticking his ass up. "Hurry the fuck up."

Erwin laughs, smirking as he presses down on his lower back, pinning him in place. With his other hand he spreads his ass open, along with the panties. It's better to keep them on.

He enjoys watching his cock disappear inside him almost as much as the feeling. It's hot. He hardly has to slow down; his soft walls part around his cock easily, but quiver tightly with a grip reluctant to let go. He's barely halfway when Levi starts whining and arching his ass back. "Stop—fuckin'... teasing..."

He chuckles, but a moan escapes anyway. "I promise I'm not. Perhaps you're just desperate."

Erwin squeezes one cheek and rocks back inside, reveling in the whimper he gets in return.

“Fucking prove it,” he growls.

How those words ignite a fire in him. Erwin pulls out until his tip is barely held in place.

Levi barks a curse and throws his arm back to grab the rear of Erwin's thigh, but he grabs Levi's wrist first, scoops up the other easily—his wrists being so small compared—and pins them firmly on Levi's lower back. With that, he grips Levi's hip and slams deep inside.

His hips smack his ass with a wet squelch. Levi cries out at the top of his throat. "Fuck, yeah!—Like that—fuck!"

Erwin groans. It's really like he was made for him. He bears down on him and shows him no mercy.

As Levi’s ass bounces along with his brutal thrusts, joining in tandem the sweet moans escaping him, Erwin can't tear his eyes away. His palm comes down, the impact yanking yet another cry from Levi's throat. His hands squeeze into fists and his insides clamp tightly before he's slurring his words, begging for more. Immediately a pink handprint blossoms to the surface of plump pale flesh.

“God—you’re so beautiful, angel.”

Praise wrenches from him a whine all on its own. When he spanks him again, he arches perfectly.

“So beautiful…”

This time he looks to Levi’s face for the reaction. An iridescent puddle paints the wood Levi's cheek is pressed against. The sideways angle has his bangs tossed to one side, giving a messy imitation of a fringe over one eye, tightly shut. Levi must’ve lost himself in the haze of sex a while ago, because he’s drooling, too. His lips are parted as he moans nonstop, just enough to see a sliver of white canines. It's no wonder—he's been torturing himself all day long. A compliment turns his expression into something almost pained.

Erwin mouths a curse and takes Levi's hip in a bruising grip. "Hold onto it."

Erwin frees his wrists, but apparently he needs to be guided, so he pauses with his hips pressed against his ass to bring them above his head. Levi slaps the edge of the desk and snags it. He makes a subtle whine of confusion.

"That's it."

Erwin uses brute strength to lift him up. He's just short enough for his feet to lose grasp on the floor, and, with a sharp gasp he kicks at first, spitting Erwin's name. His sweet muscles flutter so tightly for a moment that his pace stutters. But ultimately, Levi submits to being treated like a cock sheathe. Nothing traps him in place or holds him up except Erwin.

He takes a moment to check Levi's face for pain or protest, but he sees none, and he doesn't utter the safe word.

“That’s a good boy. My perfect boy,” he moans. Still bruising Levi’s hips with his grip, he slows to a grueling pace, but not without impaling him on his cock so hard that the desk scoots forward. The change in angle has him slam directly into Levi’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Levi shouts. “Ah! Fuck me fuck me fuck me—”

Erwin obliges with each curse from Levi’s mouth serving as a punch of encouragement. The desk creaks in protest, and that pushes him harder. It’s not a distant possibility that they'll break it at this rate, but in this state, he wouldn’t mind it. In fact it turns him hot, imagining that not only Levi’s limping tomorrow, or the blossoming bruises on their bodies are to show for how good he really fucks him.

In the process Levi once almost kicks a drawer open. Erwin's palm comes down on his ass twice as hard as the other times, chiding him, “Too loud.”

He doesn’t respond but with a hitched, slurring moan.

Curious, Erwin, clutching his hip with one hand, reaches around and feels his cock.

Levi’s whole body comes alive with a sporadic jolt. “Don’t…!" he warns. “Gonna—fucking come too fast...”

Erwin sinks his teeth hard in his bottom lip. That’s almost too much.

He ignores the warning. Levi’s cock is hot and throbbing where it’s pinned against Levi’s navel, and too slick to resist rubbing just a little. It’s painfully hot how receptive he is to just his touch.

With his hips squished up against his ass, Erwin hauls one of Levi’s legs up, letting his knee catch and get vantage on the desk. The stockings finally tear with a thick and satisfying ripping of fabric.

Levi gasps and claws at the wood as he’s more or less dumped onto it except for one leg, his foot rooted again on the floor. “Erwin—you’re fucking crazy!"

His cock throbs. He curses, no more that a sharp discharge of air really.

His fucking grows short, fast and deep as he brings his arm around, forcing Levi’s head towards him. So he can see the lust overflowing from his blue-silver eyes. "Is that surprising for you?"

Levi almost laughs. Erwin thrusts his tongue inside his mouth before he can.

Erwin grips his plump thigh, digging his nails in properly until he whines from the exquisite pain.

Erwin sips at much-needed air through his nose—but Levi is barely cognizant enough to kiss him with tongue anymore—as his cock plunges into his messy hole, the squelching slaps obnoxious. Somehow, they’re so connected that he senses Levi's approaching climax with as much clarity as his own.

He's becoming stiff, and crying out soundlessly. "Ervy, Er—Ervy Ervy—"

As Erwin's mouth dips down to his neck, and his teeth sink in, Levi kicks once more. Sweat coating his neck smears on Erwin's face.

"Are you gonna come on my cock, baby?" he murmurs sweetly in his ear.

"Hng—p-please—" High-pitched, tight. Levi claws at the desk with a violent scratching.

"Mhm?"

"Yeah—"

"S'my slut gonna come?"

"Yeah!"

Erwin slaps his palm down hard on Levi's ass then wraps his straining cock in his fist and pumps rapidly.

It's almost redundant because he's already froze. Erwin listens closely, shuddering, and when the gasping cry in his voice reaches a scream, he sinks his teeth into Levi's shoulder.

Erwin is forced almost to a stop as his walls squeeze him, practically milking his climax, taking him over, dragging him over the edge with him.

It's intense, Levi kicking and convulsing, practically, his palm slamming the desk edge as Levi's cum shoots across his knuckles and squirts onto the floor. This is Erwin's favorite—making Levi lose all control over himself, making him show how damn good he feels, making him come hard.

Erwin explodes inside him. His cock pulses eagerly and pumps deep inside in his waiting hole. He fucks it into him as deep as he can, the wooden creaking a cacophony of sound. The final times he slams inside, groaning, he savors Levi's small, sated cries.

Levi just about collapses when they reach an end. Erwin keeps him relatively upright with his arm draped across his chest. Even so, Levi's thighs are quaking, and their shared panting is harsh.

Sloppy, bordering on drunken, Erwin lets him down, and slips out of him carefully between the mess dribbling from his hole. Levi sighs shakily, his breath passing over his lips.

They open their eyes at the same time. Erwin presses his lips to Levi's, kissing lazily.

Erwin inches away. “Are you okay? That seemed intense.”

Levi nods, looking relaxed and sleepy now that he’s caught his breath. He cranes his neck a little, seeking refuge. Erwin helps him to turn around, where they embrace there.

“You're so incredible... You were so good for me, angel. You always are.”

Levi presses impossibly closer. He's dropping already. He gives him every praise that runs by his mind, without any restraint, because whether they make love gently or fuck like animals (like they just did), Levi can always suffer a nasty drop in mood which lasts hours. He's particularly sensitive in that regard, probably the most. He knows that Levi despises it, so he's never pointed it out. So taking care of Levi directly after is his top priority even more so than if he wasn't susceptible to it.

Levi hums lazily, soaking in all the affection.

Their size difference is too steep for Erwin to kiss him. He strokes Levi’s damp, but otherwise fluffy hair, fixing his bangs.

"Let's run a bath."

“Mm,” Levi agrees.

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amalsoappickle · 1 year

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I have no title for this survivalshipping fic I made

Note ahead of time: this was all written at 1am at night after watching the Christofern episode, and I don’t write often Garmadon lays awake on the couch, Christofern on a table next to him. He was trying to sleep, but he never really rested unless he severely needed it. But with the lifestyle he's been going with while living with Vinny, he's gotten more used to it. He's been trying his best to be good for a while, and he thinks he's improved quite a lot. Some part of it was getting used to sleeping, especially so he didn't keep his roommate up. Vinny with his infinite wisdom has helped him, little by little, and he feels he's truly learning to understand the words Vinny said on that day they first met. He hears the door open to Vinny's room, and he seems exhausted after his work. "Vinny you seem tired." You say to him in your usual simple and straightforward voice. "Yeah... Ninjago's being attacked again, as usual, the news is getting a WHOLE lot harder with gale always going straight into the chaos." Vinny says exasperated, flopping onto the couch next to Garmadon. His eyes reach Garmadons and then onto the TV. Garmadon seems to have been watching NGTV News, which he watches often, just because Vinny works there. Vinny smiles a little and he straightens his position on the couch. "Vinny, do you need 'pizza'? From what I've learned, pizza is a great source of energy. And it would be doing something good." Garmadon says, leaning in and looking at Vinny like a child curious about something, but really that's just Garmadons typical look. "Haha sure g-garms, I think I could do with some pizza right now..." Vinny does a mix of a panicked and shy expression. Garmadon opens up his phone, which Vinny got him as a gift to teach him about giving gifts. He opens an app for Buddy's Pizza and orders the meatiest pizza. He's learned that Vinny's favorite pizza is the one with ALL the meat, while personally, he prefers Hawaiian. He ordered his own box of Hawaiian as well. While Garmadon was ordering, Vinny accidentally snuggled up on Garmadons arm. Not realizing it's Garmadon, Vinny snuggles in even more since Garmadon was actually quite soft and warm, contrasting his stare. Eventually, Vinny ends up hugging Garmadon fully, and his oni companion is getting more and more confused. "Vinny... what is it you're doing?" "Is this some sort of... attack? Or some strange... ritual or binding?" Garmadon is SUPER fucking confused. But he seems to enjoy it the longer it lasts. "O-OH GOD- sorry garms I didn't even notice I hugged you-" Vinny stutters out before getting cut off. "No no, I wish to know more about this... "hug", it makes me feel... nice.. inside." Garmadon uses his four arms to wrap around Vinny and pull him closer. Vinny not pulling back and even snuggling in further. "W-well... this is like.. a friendship thing! O-or love, like I mentioned before haha." "Hugs are more... advanced and i-intimate compared to holding open doors, and smiling at people." "Y-you do it with your friends... or family, people you like! A-and care about." Vinny tries his best to explain with his "endless wisdom". "...friends?" "Y-yeah! Like companions... people who are always there for each other... like the ninja! O-or like what we are. I mean I care about you and want to help y-you and I like you!" "Friends... yes... I think I understand." "I like you too, Vinny." The small cameraman's face goes red after hearing that. Something about the way Garmadon said that it was definitely more than friendship. "...what about love? What is that? A disease? It feels familiar." Garmadon asks with genuine intrigue. Oh boy, he did NOT know how to explain this one to Garmadon. "Love? It's a feeling, like... when two people feel... close, it's when you care a lot for someone! Like how you care for Christofern, but with another person. A-and it's more intense, and you stay with that person forever. And sometimes you desire their affection..." Vinny tries to explain this abstract concept to Garmadon. "Hm. I see. You are so wise Vinny of NGTV News." "Is this... hug, affection?" "Y-Yeah it is!" "...I like your affection." "I desire it more." Vinny blushes even more while Garmadon pulls him into his lap and hugs him closer. This causes the smaller man to relax on top of Garmadon’s chest. Garmadon speaks up again. His deep voice accidentally making Vinny get more flustered. "I..." "Can we stay like this forever?" "..." "Yes." "Yes we can garms."

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pajarinwrites · 7 months

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The Perfect Set 01

➳ fem!reader x Jacob

➳ wc: 4.8k

➳ TAGS: volleyball player!jacob, college!au, best friends to lovers

➳ WARNINGS: drinking?, slightly questionable comments about women's bodies (but our Jacob stops them before they get to finish the sentence :D)

➳ AN: omg wtf this took so long, and i kept pushing it back and then i realised it's scheduled for zhongqiujie/chuseok even and i wanted to write a little special for the holiday and i couldn't finish because i was editing this because i felt terrible that it took this fucking long to finish in the first place

also, sorry to lucas, i'm sure he drinks his respect women juice every morning

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You could make out Jacob’s focused face from your position in the stands. No matter how many times you’d seen him before a match, you’d never grow tired of the expression he wore during warm-ups. The soft, lovely Jacob you’d known for most of your life suddenly seemed to become a whole different person. The kind of focus that shadowed his eyes and the intensity in his gaze reminded you again and again why the opposing team always seemed intimidated by his mere presence.

You watched him stride across the court, shaking hands with the opponent’s captain in front of the referee. Your heart swelled with pride once more as you remembered the team meeting at the beginning of the semester, where the players voted Jacob as their captain, unanimously. His expression had been incredulous and elated at the same, so very different from the one he was wearing right now. So very different from the one he had been wearing when he came climbing through your dorm window that night, close to tears in worry about not being able to fulfil his duties as captain.

He had big shoes to fill, true, Sangyeon had been a brilliant captain and wing spiker, but Jacob was going to be brilliant in his own right, in his own way. You told him as much, while holding him close and stroking his back lightly. He nodded solemnly against the column of your neck, opting to hold you a little closer in lieu of a verbal reply.

You’d like to hug him again now, tell him ‘see, didn’t I tell you, you’d be great?’. But you have to make do with simply waving your enormous banner and cheering him and his team on as loud as you could.

They win, of course they do. They haven’t done much else since the start of the semester. Largely due to Jacob’s tireless efforts at captain, the research that goes into the best warm-up and stretching routines, the extra hours working on stamina and reviewing game plans together. You’re there for all of it, where else would you be as his best friend? And he thanks you by giving you so much of his precious time, that he always had so little of, torn between responsibilities for his friend group, team, and university work. Not that you’re any less busy.

“You played brilliantly! Mrs. Oropeza would be so proud of you!” You great him in front of the changing rooms after the game. He hasn’t even showered yet, his bangs sticking to his forehead and his jersey sticking to his torso, in ways that leave little to your imagination. But his eyes are shining with happiness and with pride, and maybe a little bit with relief. That’s your Jacob, ever the worrier.

“Thanks! I flunked the toss in the first set to Juyeon. And I lost track off the court for a bit in the last. But the boys covered for my mistakes. I should practice my jump serve again, though. Im sure I can improve in terms of power.” You smile, listening to his excited explanations, his gaze still halfway on the court. Sometimes you wish there was something in your life you could be burning for so passionately.

“You’re always so hard on yourself.” He smiles at that, a familiar refrain. You’ve done this a million times after his matches, it always goes the same.

“Someone has to keep me in check. Especially now that I’m captain.”

“You should take more time to celebrate your achievements, though.”

“That’s what I’ve got you for, isn’t it?”

As if divinely timed, Juyeon sticks his head out the locker room door. His hair is drooping wet, droplets of water running down his neck before being soaked up by the towel he’d slung over his shoulders.

“Did I hear you speaking of celebrations?”

Maybe he was just eavesdropping, you decide.

“We’re gonna celebrate making it to quarter finals tonight. At Haknyeon’s at eight, you should join!”

“They’ve got better stuff to do than party with you knuckleheads,” Jacob jokes good-naturedly, “some of us care about our degree, you know.”

“I think your degree will survive one night of letting loose.”

“I whole-heartedly agree.”

“Great! So you can make sure our captain shows up for more than half an hour for once!”

“Get a shirt on!” Jacob exclaims, pushing his team mate back into the cabin. “Half naked! That’s no way to speak with a lady!”

“And where’s the lady?” You hear Juyeon chuckle at his own joke before the locker room door falls close behind the both of them. Jacob sticks his head out for another second.

“Will you wait for me?” He asks, as if this is the first game you’ve come to watch, as if you didn’t scream cheering slogans at the top of your lungs for one and a half hours, as if you aren’t wearing his name on your face, scribbled onto your cheeks with bright red lipstick.

“Always,” you smile.

It takes Jacob all of fifteen minutes to come back out of the locker room. At this point most of his team mates have left, most of them stopping you chat with you. Other than the new first semesters, they’ve all come to know you as a permanent fixture in the extended team. Even though you reliably decline the offer to join the management, you make it to every game and most practices. Through Jacob’s friendship, you’ve picked up all terminology for the sport, and, through your constant support in research, you’ve gotten quite a thorough understanding of the tactics behind a play. Not to mention that you’re always front row when it comes to support and cheering. Juyeon high fives you as he leaves, reminding you of your promise to drag Jacob along to the team party.

“Who said anything about a promise?”

“If you actually get him to come, then I promise to get you free drinks all night.”

“Tempting,” you muse sarcastically but Juyeon seems to miss your tone.

“Yeah, it’ll be awesome, seriously. You two have really missed out on some great parties over the years!”

“The greatest part are usually the wonderfully embarrassing stories you tell of each other afterward. Plus the blackmail video proof.”

“And this time you can be a part of them!”

You’re not sure how to reply to the earnest expression on Juyeon’s face.

“Thanks, but I’ll stick to watching the blackmail.”

He only shrugs in response before sauntering off with one of the newer recruits for the team.

You spend your time scrolling through TikTok until a soft tap on your shoulder and the waft of a familiar aftershave alert you to the presence of your best friend. You look up, smiling, and are met with a similar expression on Jacob’s face.

“How about we go to your favourite café to celebrate?” He asks.

“Shouldn’t we go to your favourite place?”

“My favourite place is wherever you are.” He replies, as if it’s the most normal thing to say.

You exhale unattractively through your nose as you two start walking in unison.

“Save your sappy pick-up lines for your girlfriend.”

“No girlfriend, as you know.”

“Alas, so you have to waste them on me.”

“I don’t think they’re wasted on you.”

“Ugh stop, you incorrigible flirt.”

“I’m not flirting.”

“So that’s why every girl I know has a crush on you.”

“They do?” You punched his arm at the excited expression on his face.

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” Jacob laughed, rubbing his biceps where you hit him. “But don’t tell Juyeon. He’ll get sulky.”

“Maybe you should give him flirt lessons?”

“I should. His idea of flirting is taking his shirt off.”

“Ah so he was flirting with me today,” you grinned sarcastically, looking over to your best friend. But instead of the expected teasing, you were met with a surprisingly serious expression.

“I think so. He’s been trying to show off for a while. Why else would he invite you to the party?” You were stunned into silence while Jacob held the door to your favourite café open.

“I thought he was just using me to get you to the party.”

“That was just his excuse. He talks about you a lot.” You were floored at this new development, and your expression must have been betraying as much because one glance send Jacob into giggles.

“What’s with the disbelief? He’s not the first member to develop a crush on you.” You’re too preoccupied with sorting through all this new information to notice the way Jacob presses his lips together right after the statement, looking very much like someone who confessed something he’d rather not have.

“Anyway. What do you want? The usual?” You ignore his question in favour of returning to the can of worms he himself just opened. “So you’re saying that there are multiple of your team mates that are interested in me, right?”

Jacob groans, “I don’t know. Not right now, I guess. Juyeon was pretty clear about his… crush.” The words seem to pain him.

“But there have been several of your team mates interested in me?” You insist. He says nothing while studying the menu. You both know he won’t choose anything other than his regular iced americano anyway, so you nudge him none so gently.

“Don’t ignore me!”

“I’m not ignoring you! I just don’t know what to tell you. I guess, yeah, several. Over the years a few of them said stuff.” Jacob doesn’t turn around to face you during your conversation, opting to instead order for the both of you. You watch the barista being a little too touchy when giving him his change. She winks at Jacob. Your best friend really can’t go anywhere without being ogled. And you couldn’t be mad if you tried, you have eyes after all. Anyone, who’s ever exchanged more than three words with Jacob Bae, can tell that his kind demeanour, sparkling eyes, and fluffy hair are the stuff movies are made of. Heather here (as the name tag on her uniform informs you), seems to agree. As you cling onto your best friend’s biceps, she gives you a scalding glare.

“What stuff?” You ask. He finally faces you when the two of you make your way over to the pick-up counter. Jacob seems thoroughly unamused by your antics.

“I don’t know, dude. Just that you’re, like, cute or whatever,”

“Who said that?”

“Okay, time to change the topic,” he smiles.

“Why? Are you scared I’ll be mad when I find out what big, ole hunks of men you’ve been gate-keeping from me? What’s up with that, by the way? Are they all spineless or did you actually tell them not to ask me out?” His silence is answer enough.

“Jacob Bae! You are the reason none of your super hot athlete friends ask me on dates? What kind of best friend are you? Since when has this been going on?”

Jacob stews more in his silence but you decide not to let him get out of this particular question. He manages to hold out until you’ve both picked up your drinks and slid into your regular booth. Still avoiding eye contact like he could contract the plague from you he mutters ‘sincehighschoolorsomething’ in such a small voice that you have to lean forward and ask him to repeat himself.

“It’s not that I’m gate-keeping them from you!” He says in lieu of repeating his words, “If anything I’m gate-keeping you! You deserve better.” You heart flutters in your chest at the compliment, given in such a frank and matter-of-fact manner. Especially with how Jacob doesn’t even seem to notice how sweet his declaration was. He simply forges ahead in his explanation.

“You should see them, some of them can’t even wash their uniforms regularly. Do you remember Mark from algebra? I swear he didn’t even shower after every practice!” Jacob whines.

“Mark?” You near shout, the warm feeling behind your ribcage vaporising in a second from the surprise, “from algebra? Are you telling me it’s because of you that I couldn’t get a boyfriend in freshman or sophomore year of high school? And when I always encouraged all the girls that told me they had a crush on you, too!”

He blushes, “but girls are girls and boys are trash.” He says with such naïveté that you can’t help but laugh, all your righteous anger dissipating.

“That’s a valid point,” you concede between fits of laughter. “And, in all honesty, if you think they’re not good enough for me, then I trust your judgement.” You wink at him, but miss the way he flushes an even brighter shade of red as you take a sip of your drink.

“Anyway, the party tonight?”

“What about it?”

“Are you coming along of your own accord or do I have to drag you?”

He frowns, “But what about our victory tradition?”

You look at his petulant pout and cock an eyebrow. As important as your tradition is to both of you, you know that it’s also a convenient excuse. There’s a short staring contest between the two of you, but it’s clear that Jacob will cave first, as usual. He rolls his eyes as if there was important information printed on the inside of his skull.

“Fine! If you wanna go that bad, I’ll come along. I know that you can’t hold your liquor.”

“Awesome! You can pick me up later, I gotta go get ready.” You blow him a kiss that he pretends to bat away. “Be on time!”

“Maybe!” You reply, knowing full well you won’t.

You let Jacob into the tiny space that is your dorm room at seven fifty-five sharp, dressed in an oversized t-shirt that might have once been his.

“Is that my t-shirt?” He asks instead of a greeting.

“Who knows,” you reply getting back to your make-shift make-up station on the ground in front of your desk. Jacob plops down on your bed.

“Watch it,” you say, throwing him a piercing gaze through the mirror, “I was gonna wear that!” He gets back up immediately, looking at the mess on your bed.

“All… one, two… six of these dresses?” He asks.

“Don’t get smart with me. Obviously not. But I haven’t picked one yet. What do you think?” He takes a closer look at the heap of clothes and is immediately transported back to the last (and only) time that he helped you get ready for a party like this. He’d already been apprehensive that night, favouring a comfortable night-in with his best friend over a crowded, rowdy place of strangers. But the way your eyes lit up with the prospect of mingling made him cave, just like today. Of course, the party turned out less than ideal. So much so that it kept you from insisting taking him to another one for the better part of your university life. He should thank his lucky stars that it lasted this long. Jacob knows he could have refused you today. He could have insisted that he still felt uncomfortable, that parties simply weren’t his cup of tea. And you would have given in, easily and with the same smile as always, happy to spend the night lounging in one of your dorm rooms. Be that as it may, he also knows he couldn’t have said no to you even if it had cost him his arm. He just wants to see you happy, he thinks. And so he takes the red dress up first, ready to play stylist for you if it’s what you want. The dress pretty, but the neckline makes him a little nervous. Jacob puts it back down to look at one of the black ones instead. It glitters softly if he turns it in the light. He tries to gauge your reaction to any of the dresses by throwing a glance into the mirror but you’re completely engrossed in drawing a straight wing with your eyeliner.

It looks good, he thinks. And the glittery makeup would probably look really nice with the dress he’s holding right now. Just to be sure, he decides to take a look at the other three, holding up a dark blue piece and another black one (just how many of these do you own?).

“What do you think?” You say, directly next to his ear, and Jacob flinches, causing his shoulder to hit you in the jaw.

“Shit! Sorry!” He says but you’re only laughing. He gets temporarily blinded by the sparkle in your eye. Maybe you should cool it a little with the glittery make-up. He stutters, “Umm…”

“You good?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“It’s fine, Jake. Nothing a little plastic surgery couldn’t fix.” You’re rubbing your chin in such exaggerated suffering that he knows you’re fine. “I just need to know which dress I should wear so that we’re not even later than we already are.”

“Who’s fault is that?” He nags.

“Well, I would’ve hurried more if you had picked a dress more quickly.”

“I did pick a dress quickly.”

“Yeah? Which one?” There’s a split second in which Jacob feels self-conscious about his choice. He’s usually so adept at pin-pointing the things you’re going to like, but the way you look at him with your hair and face all done-up makes him falter a little. The next second, he’s almost mad at himself. How ridiculous of him to fear that you would ever think of less of him for his opinion, much less disregard it.

“This one,” he says, holding up the black one.

“Oooh, sparkles!” Is your only comment. You hold it in front of your body in the mirror. But instead of agreeing with his choice you look back at him again.

“What is Juyeon’s favourite colour?” The question takes Jacob so by surprise that he doesn’t even manage to stop himself from answering, “blue.”

“Okay,” you toss the brilliant, black piece back onto your bed unceremoniously and grab the dark blue one. You stare at him with those intense eyes and Jacob can’t help the thought that, as stunning as you look now, he prefers you with no make-up on. He only notices that he’s still staring when you clear your throat.

“Huh?”

“Could you turn around?”

“Oh shoot, yeah, sure,” he says, spinning around, glad that you won’t see how his face heats up. Maybe it’s your stupid make-up or the fact that you’re clearly getting ready with thoughts of Juyeon on your mind but Jacob is feeling like the air in the room has gotten a lot thicker. He wonders shortly whether he should tell you that he thinks you’re better than doing all this for a man, choosing your dress according to his preferences, dolling yourself up for Juyeon instead of for yourself. But when he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it, prompting him to turn around.

“Ok, done. What do you think?”

Jacob thinks he’ll be hard pressed to keep Juyeon, or anyone’s, eager hands off of you.

The two of you make it to the party only five minutes short of an hour late. Haknyeon is the one to open the door, letting you know where to find snacks, the beer pong table, and the drinks. He looks you up and down, making you wonder if there’s something wrong with your dress. Jacob steps closer to you, one arm on your elbow. He continues to stick close to your side, while you two get a feel for the place. There seems to be a game of truth or dare going on the floor of the living room and Jacob easily steers you away from it.

He hands you some form of alcohol in a red solo cup. You give it a sip, “ooh, it’s good.”

“Don’t let it out your sight. There’s not only team mates here, but also a bunch of people I don’t know well.” You chuckle.

“Ok, mom.”

Eventually, you loose your best friend in the crowd, in what looks suspiciously like a whisking away by his team mates. Possibly to get him to do a keg stand. You chuckle, thinking back to the first and only time you attended one of these after-match parties in your first semester with Jacob. The secret to why Jacob was so adamant about avoiding team parties was a less than stellar escapade with the beer keg in his freshman year that none of his older team mates would let him forget. Before you can try to go looking for him in a much needed rescue attempt, someone taps you on the shoulder. You spin around to be faced with Juyeon, in a leather jacket, open over a skin-tight shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

“Hey,” he greets you, “I didn’t think you’d show up.”

“You should know that I’m always down for a little get-together.”

He laughs, “this isn’t exactly the right place then.”

“Well, as long as there’s people I like around.”

Juyeon smirks, resting his forearm against the wall next to your head and leaning into you.

“Some more than others, maybe?” He whispers under his voice. You can smell the vodka-o on his breath but it doesn’t really bother you. You mirror his smirk, leaning a little more forward.

“The jury’s still out on that, but if someone were to get me a new drink, I’d definitely warm up to them.” He snatches your empty solo cup out of your hand immediately.

“I’ll be right back,” he winks, making a beeline for the kitchen. You bite your lips in anticipation of where this night might lead but your thoughts are rudely interrupted by a familiar voice, “You look silly.” Your best friend’s expression betrays another close call with the keg. His eyes, usually bright and soft, have darkened.

“Rude!”

“What’s got you grinning like an idiot like that?”

“Oh just this and that.”

“Is ‘this and that’ roughly 1,80 tall, mildly annoying on a good day, and our best middle blocker?”

“Don’t let him hear that, it’ll get to his head.”

“Men are trash after all,” your best friend says, his face still impassionate. You bump hips with him in an effort to get him out of his funk. “But some are a little less trash,” you wink at him and he finally gives you a smile.

“I don’t really know if I should feel offended or flattered.”

Jacob keeps you company until Juyeon returns with your solo cup, filled to the brim and reeking of alcohol. You take a sip and try not to grimace from the taste. Seems like he threw every type of alcohol he could find in the kitchen into one cup and topped it off with an inch of sprite.

“Thanks,” you say anyway.

“Have you seen the pond in Haknyeon’s backyard yet? It’s the second prettiest thing tonight.” He winks and you you can’t help but giggle. Behind you, quiet enough for Juyeon not to catch it, Jacob pretends to retch. The middle blocker holds an arm out for you to take and leads you to the garden. You miss the forlorn expression on Jacob’s face.

“I think Jacob’s best friend is super cute,” one of his team mates says, making the boy in question wheel around. “What?” He asks, incredulously, before he can stop himself. Mark looks over at him from where he’s changing. “Sorry, dude,” he chuckles, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“He’s not wrong, though,” Lucas chimes in, “at our last game she was wearing that tight t-shirt—“

“Stop… talking, please,” Jacob says, still all smiles, even though the way his team mates are talking about you makes his throat constrict. Lucas seems to either not catch his tone or choose to ignore it. “Her friend’s not bad either, huge pair of—“

“Oh my god, Lucas,” Jacob interrupts. Mark is starting to look very unhappy with where he took the conversation. Lucas just looks confused at Jacob’s reaction. “What? Are the friends of your friends also off-limits now?”

“No,” Jacob replies in between deep calming breaths, “I’d just appreciate it, if you didn’t talk about women like that in general. No matter who they are.” Lucas seems to really work through those words in his head before he shrugs his shoulders, “Ok.” Jacob is almost certain he heard Mark sigh relief.

When you meet him outside the changing room, as you always do, you have no idea about the conversations that had just happened inside the locker room. You give him a big hug, which Jacob cleverly uses to stare down Mark behind your back, who had been lingering a little too long for his liking.

“You did so well!” You say, also as always. Jacob doesn’t have it in himself to negate your gushing praises today. “Thanks,” he simply breathes, with a smile. You walk home together, another daily ritual, except today you take a detour to try out a new café you’d been talking about for ages. It’s supposed to have super cute interior and be the new hotspot in town. Whatever that’s supposed to mean. He always treasures these small moments. You’re in the final strokes of your junior year now, and time is getting increasingly scarce between both of your academic and leisurely commitments.

“You find a table, I’ll go order,” Jacob says and you agree immediately, already on the lookout for one of the lounging chairs on the deck in front of the building. He makes his way inside, immediately glad you decided to sit outside in the sun. The huge glass front of the café makes the interior feel like a hundred degrees. He walks over to the counter and is surprised to be greeted by a familiar face.

“Mrs. Oropeza, I didn’t expect to see you here!” He greets the elderly lady. She smiles warmly, the same smile she’s always smiled, ever since babysitting him when he was little. It’s been a constant fixture in his and your life to run over to her house in the neighbourhood in search of freshly baked pudín, a place to watch Sunday TV volleyball matches or a shoulder to cry on over scraped knees. Once Jacob took up volleyball in middle school, she made sure to come to all of his matches. She insisted it was not only for his sake, but also because she loved the sport.

“Well, it’s grown so quiet in the neighbourhood that I’ve been longing for a chance to get out again.”

“So you started working here?”

“Just sometimes. It’s not hard work to man the register, and I enjoy getting to talk to people.” Jacob smiled at her warm expression. He didn’t doubt that her positive presence would do the café well. “So what can I get you today, cariño?”

“I think I’ll take a latte, and one homemade lemonade for my friend.”

“Oh, how lovely. Are you two still as inseparable as ever?”

Jacob smiles fondly at the memories of the two of you together on Mrs. Oropeza’s old, orange couch, munching on her baked goods while watching cartoons. “Yeah,” he says, smiling fondly, “we’re on our way home from one of my games.”

“Ah, I heard you were playing the Tigers today. A terrible team, in my opinion. No sportsmanship.” Jacob chuckled at her committed interest in high school volleyball teams.

“Who said that?” He laughs.

“I did,” she winks at him while ringing him up and telling the part-timer next to her his order. He hands her the cash as she inquires about the outcome of the game. “We won,” he says, his chest swelling with pride a little. He was sure that Mrs. Oropeza had heard about how infamous their opposing team was for their power and endurance.

“Of course you did. I always keep telling you the setter is the centre point of every good team. He’s the game master, without a good setter, the rest of the team has an infinitely harder team.” Jacob only nods amiably as he listens to his old neighbours often repeated chorus. “And you were always a brilliant setter,” she continues, making his cheeks burns.

“I tell all the ladies at my book club, as far as high school volleyball goes, you haven’t seen a perfect set, if you haven’t seen Jacob Bae play.” At this point, the boy in question is sure that his entire face is bright red. He waves his hand in a throw-away motion while trying to dissuade Mrs. Oropeza from uttering any more praises. He’s lucky because she seems to sense his discomfort with being the centre of attention. She let’s him go with a simple, ‘say hello to your other half for me’.

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Mick's interview with Motorsport Italy

Schumacher: "Privilege to be part of Mercedes, I feel at home

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After ending his relationship with Haas and the Ferrari Driver Academy, Mick Schumacher has chosen a different path, settling at Mercedes as a backup and simulator driver. According to the German, this will be an opportunity to learn from a winning team, but with the goal of returning to Formula 1 soon. After two years in the top series, the grid for the 2023 season will not see the name of Mick Schumacher, who was left without a seat after Haas' decision not to renew his contract in favor of the arrival of Nico H. It was clearly a difficult decision to accept, especially since the young German felt he had made revealing progress in his second season, despite a few crashes early in the championship when the car seemed to be more competitive. After also severing ties with the FDA, the Ferrari academy to which he was linked from 2019, Schumacher chose to take a completely different path, settling at Mercedes as a third driver.

For Schumacher, this will be an opportunity to confront a different environment and a top team that has been at the top of Formula 1 for years, while also learning from a champion like Lewis Hamilton. What's more, the German will also get to try out the Silver Star manufacturer's simulator, something that was missing at Haas, which sporadically relied on the Prancing Horse's facilities in Maranello.

Clearly, the intention is to return as quickly as possible to Formula 1, as happened with Nyck De Vries, which is why he is not currently considering taking part in any other series. Nevertheless, Schumacher will still keep himself in training, taking part in a few kart races throughout the year.

How does he reconcile the role of simulator driver with the track? - "Well, I think in the first place, because I have already driven last year's car, which is a new generation, that means that the approach I will have in the simulator will be very similar to what the drivers will have on the track. So, in order to have a direct comparison, I will be able to first of all talk about how the tires work, how the car behaves and how it should behave. And then, as a result, we will be able to modify and adapt the simulator quite quickly. And hopefully, with that in mind, we will be able to provide the team with reliable feedback, as well as a number of options that will hopefully work well on the track as well."

How does one prepare mentally for not racing this year? - "I will probably continue to have a very similar approach, let's say. I'll approach the weekend thinking like I'm going to race, to keep myself trained, but also to be ready, probably because it's a very different year. I will also try to understand what I can learn from this experience. And also to be as helpful as possible to the team, partly because I already have experience in terms of driving, but also because of the mindset with which I know how to approach a weekend. So yes, I will maintain the same approach."

How important is this season for your career? - "It is definitely a privilege to be part of Mercedes. But more importantly, it's also a place where I've always felt at home. So maybe it's not the step I wanted to take in general terms, but I think in many ways it's another way to improve my driving and prove myself as a driver. I hope I can help the team, but I'm sure with everything the team has done in the past, but also with all the experience they have, I'll be able to use it for myself to grow as a driver."

Did you drive a Formula 3 car during the winter break? - "Yes, correct. I drove the old F3 car, but I plan to drive a lot, or as much as possible, this year, in different categories and with different cars. And yes, I think probably for this season I've decided that I want to be as fit as possible, which I feel I've achieved so far and I plan to improve again until the start of the season. So yes, as far as action on the track, I'm still very active and I plan to stay that way."

Alex Albon talked about the benefits of not racing on the track. Where do you think you can improve? - "I will definitely take a similar approach as Alex [Albon]. But beyond that, it's also an opportunity for me to have, instead of one teammate, two teammates to watch, so I can see what they are doing. Maybe I don't have a direct comparison because not just behind the wheel, but I know how I would approach it, and this way now I can see in the live telemetry what they are doing and how they approach it. Same thing if it's an oversteering car, what they're doing with the various adjustments, what they're doing in terms of driving styles. Basically I can learn from that and hopefully add something to my baggage and be ready when I come back."

Do you have to have special skills? - "It always depends on the car, right? Whatever the car needs, that's what the driver needs to improve and adapt. So basically, I feel that, especially at the end of the year, I had all the skills I needed to drive the car to its limit. I still don't know how it is this year, because obviously we haven't driven it yet, but at some point… I'm sure there will be new skills needed, but that remains to be seen."

How might this role get you back a seat in F1? - "Obviously there is no guarantee, but I am in a comfortable position where I feel I can learn, I can make the most of this year, even if I don't drive. I'm sure that with the results I've achieved in the junior categories but also in F1, there will be opportunities. During the winter some people have already explained that there is interest."

Can Toto Wolff help you in managing your career? - "Toto definitely has a lot of experience, not only with young people, but also in general. So, of course, it's nice to have the opportunity to work with him now. Of course, I can only benefit from his experience and I hope to take the right steps with his help.

Are you trying to find a seat elsewhere besides his role as a test driver? "Not at the moment. It is not in my plans at the moment. Of course, the idea at the moment is to participate in all Formula 1 races, which, of course, involves a busy year. On the other hand, I plan to do some kart racing here and there, which is probably closer to Formula 1 than anything else."

#mick schumacher #mercedes #toto wolff #mercedes amg f1 #mentions #alex albon #lewis hamilton #f3 #karting

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Part 2 of Opposite Dorms

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(Name) Schoenheit gets sorted into Scarabia.

He never wanted to be on the big screen, he just wanted to writer of a show. He sighed, closing his writing book that was filled with ideas. He was tired of being dolled up in makeup for a performance. He didn't mind supporting Vil, but he rather be a teenager than be an actor, he didn't wanted to go to fancy parties or constantly going to photo shoots. He rather do that when he's older and when it's his choice.

"The Shape of Your Soul is Scarabia."

What a relief, he won't be under Vil's watchful gaze. He had to be careful when walking over to his dormmates, noticing the perky nature of his dorm leader. He probably needed to make sure his dorm leader matures over time if he wants to get anything done. He sat beside his dormmates with a sigh, knowing the difference in heat the dorm will be in comparison to his home. He'll have to get more sunscreen, it seems.

(Name) Shroud gets sorted into Pomefiore.

He pushed up his glasses ever since he was locked up, his sight has been worse along with his skin tone which was paler than his older brother. He hide behind his ceremonial robes hood, wanting to head back to the blot phantoms that became more of his family than his actually family beside Ortho. He shook visibly at the tempature before sighing, he wanted to be pretty but he didn't deserved it.

"The Shape of Your Soul is Pomefiore."

He didn't deserve that dorm, he walked over to his dormmates silently. He heard the dorm leader miniature scoff while instinctively putting his head down. Whenever his family scoffed at him, it was usually an air of disappointment, so he already disappointed his dorm leader. He covered his ears to avoiding his the lavender haired boy's concerned glance.

(Name) Draconia gets sorted into Heartslabyul.

He studied over and over the etiquette and rules over the Valley of Thorns. Studying different cultures in order to be a good second prince; improving himself over time. He was essentially a spare in case Malleus ever was incapacitated for whatever reasons. He tried to remind Malleus about the Dormitory Sorting, but he had left before he could get the chance. He sighed, adjusting his ceremonial robes to make sure they're fitting properly.

"The Shape of Your Soul is Heartslabyul."

He simply sighed, heading over to the dormmates that he has. He knew he was intimidating due his brother being the one and only Malleus Draconia. Ah, he has to memorized the dorm rules especially if he wants to stand a chance at becoming future dorm leader of Heartslabyul. He reluctantly sat down beside the second available spot which was by the dorm leader with the vice dorm leader on the other side.

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hehe lil schoenheit being in scarabia makes them seem like the bridge between jamil and kalim? like now that they're in a place that doesn't necessarily care about appearance, they get to relax a bit. but they aren't the type full on party like kalim. but they also aren't going to be so oriented in rules and organization like jamil.

and and lil shroud being thrown into a dorm that will 100% boost their confidence (albeit through some... concerning means). i can imagine vil marveling in just their hair alone. ugh the amount of looks that can be made, the possibilities! also love the lil hint of epel being worried about lil shroud :O they're best friends you're honor.

and last but not least lil draconia :DD love the idea of them being so used to heartslabyul because of their "royal" upbringing. they fit well into the transition to their new NRC life, a sort of perfect replica of what heartslabyul wants to be.

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HILBERT PICKED ONE HECK OF A TIME TO DROP HIS TRAGIC BACKSTORY (or my reaction to Episodes 25-26 of Wolf359).

First off I would like to welcome any newcomers to my reactions, courtesy of my poll about Blessie's name, as well as my post about my unhinged yet, apparently shockingly plausible theory that Blessie was created with DNA from Reneé Minkowski.

You can click the links to view the posts, but in the meantime, I'm gonna get right to the reaction, because I've been studying all day, and want to reward myself with a little treat. Sorry for ranting so much about Blessie, but I find the character extremely compelling. I hope Blessie makes it to the end. He deserves it. If not, you best believe I’ll be writing some crack fic.

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts. Especially in this one because it is late, and I am tired.

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Episode 25: Lame-O Superhero Origin Story

Oh right they are going to Hilbert for help. Bad idea. BAD IDEA.

Hilbert don't try to play therapist. You are NOT in the same boat. You treated him like a science experiment.

Also. This is the same voice actor talking to himself. Pretty incredible. Pure talent. Honestly.

And yeah Hilbert, don't shame him for working with Hera and Minkowski. It's called friendship, something YOU wouldn't understand.

"Ever met anyone who could get things done on their own" "only Lovelace"

...so NOT Cutter then? Hm. I wonder what Hilbert and others have helped Cutter with along the way then. And I wonder what it is about Isabel Lovelace that makes Hilbert so terrified.

Besides, you know, the huge bomb.

Lovelace. Lovelace. You need to be reasonable.

Yeah. HILBERT DOESN'T FEEL GUILT. It's creepy. "Latent, it can be controlled. I've made vast improvements since last round off full scale trials"

...

Hilbert.

What happened the last round of trials?

"Command classified you as expendable and gave you exposure samples before I even knew your name"

Oh my gosh I hate Cutter and command so much. And Doug is NOT expendable. Would else is gonna make jokes to lighten the mood?

"They gave orders to terminate your life at Christmas"

^That line is so messed up. Especially since it's also his birthday! I love how hard they rub in how evil command is, like, this could not have waited 24 hours for their evil plans, they couldn't even have that decency, oh no, it had to be on Doug and Jesus's birthday when Minkowski had made them a nice dinner. There was no other way to do this.

They are the worst. They're the worst.

"I did not ask for this hand Eiffel, but I will play it through to the end. For your sake as much as mine."

Hilbert...what hand are you playing? Why do you want to "radically improve human life". And what does radically improve human life mean for you? Does he have a family member that's like...dying of cancer or severely disabled and he's doing this for them or something, because while that's very sad, it does not excuse murder.

"How did they go?" "Slowly..." Oh...huh. Hilbert kinda liked them, but killed them anyway. Why? Hilbert dude, what is your game here?

"What did all that niceness accomplish? You have chance to make a contribution to humanity?"

Hilbert. Two problems with your logic.

So far your contribution has been mostly murder of humanity, so unless that viruses ends up saving millions, you're not really proving your point. Your point only works if there is payoff, and right now, I am really not seeing it, you are MILES aways from Earth and all the people you plan to hypothetically save or sorry "improve" (geez the tmbs comparisons with that one)

Do you HONESTLY believe CUTTER, Mr. "I'll throw you off this building Rachel" is gonna use it for good? Really? You think you get out of this alive? You think you get what you want? You think anything good comes out of this? You're a fool.

EXACTLY! CALL HIM OUT DOUG.

"We can do better"

THERE IS NO WE HERE HILBERT YOU DON'T HAVE A VIRUS IN YOUR BLOODSTREAM. AT LEAST NOT THAT I KNOW OF.

Right! No consent! That's why it's wrong!

Hilbert: "I'm asking you now. At least believe that all I want is positive results".

...are they trying to make Hilbert sympathetic? Because he's still very misguided, and it's gonna take a lot.

Lovelace, Minkowski, you need to work together. There is a middle ground here. One that won't get everyone killed.

"Decima is my life's work but I don't like it." THEN WHY ARE YOU DOING IT.

HILBERT... sister? Why does she need antiradiation meds?

"Ah! Look Monitor! This conversation not productive!"

Hilbert. THIS IS THE ONLY DECENT THING YOU HAVE EVER SAID. But also me when I'm trying to avoid a conversation.

Olga. Nice name.

Aw she had cats.

Oh. He lost his other siblings to radiation poison. He doesn't even remember them.

...

Not that I feel bad for him. He's still an idiot.

When he was four? That's sad.

Huh. Looks like they both have families they'd rather forget. What happened to yours Doug?

Good question. What is his real name. Dmitri what now?

Yeah I wouldn't trust him either. But yeah, he does at least feel like a real person now. Yeah, maybe Doug will "come around". But you know what Hilbert? Maybe you will too. We'll see.

Oh we're getting Lovelace's backstory too I love this!

"Imagine losing him slowly, so he knows there's no hope. Do it four times."

Oh my. Yeah. That would break you.

And yeah: Minkowski DOES care about Lovelace. But we're forgetting the plant monster. Blessie matters too.

Oops. They fixed the ship. Well at least Lovelace trust them now.

More aggressively? What...no, please you guys have trust now, we do not need to pull out the knock out gas! This is a fragile situation. YOU ARE NOT THE ENEMY COMMAND IS. CUTTER IS.

Oh no. NO. NO NO NO NO NO.

DOUG!

HILBERT. I DO NOT FEEL BAD AT ALL. I DON'T CARE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SISTER. YOU ARE MURDERING A MAN. YOU MURDERED SO MANY MEN. I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT TO YOU HILBERT. I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT.

...but something tells me it wasn't.

Episode 26: Do No Harm

Oh and this episode title. "Do no harm" yeah, they BETTER do no harm. Eiffel can't die now! It's the middle of season two! Not even a season finale! We never got to find out his big secret about his family.

Hilbert you have explaining to do. Lovelace has to recognize the symptoms. Okay it sounds like she's being helpful. This is good. Crisis brings people together.

They better save Eiffel.

Anti-viral agent? Yeah it better work. And Hilbert she does make a point. How can they trust you?

Lovelace please calm down. I know you lost people but EIFFEL IS DYING. Hera please watch her so she doesn't do anything rash.

Oh gosh these gasping sounds... good voice acting but geez...

Ah. So his immune system is reacting to something else, which consequently also leads to it attacking the virus? Then what is this "something else"?

Hera called him her best friend 🥺

Yeah Hera. Call her out...but also, that was a bit harsh. She lost everyone, and she just wants to help you too.

I also love that Hera is willing to acknowledge that Lovelace's plan leaves her behind, but is okay with it, because it will save Doug and Minkowski.

"No one should have to live through that" Hera knows because that's her life. "And you shouldn't do the same to anyone else" GOOD POINT HERA.

"Fear is the only language you listen to you" "you need a better dictionary" oh boy.

I guess they're not getting along anytime soon.

LUNG COLLAPSED?

That's very serious. Hilbert. This is your ONE shot at MAYBE getting any semblance of...well maybe not redemption arc but something.

Oh boy. What do you have to say Hera.

Yikes. Well Hilbert, now you have motivation. I hope you're thinking long and hard about this Hilbert.

INTERNAL BLEEDING?

GIVE HIM YOUR OWN BLOOD THEN.

Oh great they don't have the right blood.

...Lovelace? Please. LOVELACE.

WHAT IS HER BLOOD TYPE?

I don't even know my blood type I should look that up.

...unusual radiological signals from the star? What does that mean?

Hera. Lovelace. Please get along.

"Don't you dare say I don't care about you. I don't say it because I can't" Oh my goodness.

Oh dear someone hug her good lord. And you CAN be there for them. Right now. BY GIVING BLOOD RIGHT NOW.

"The dumbest person I've met, admittedly it's a small sample size" 😂

"Four other people on this station" WHAT ABOUT BLESSIE!

...does...does Blessie have the blood for the job?

YES LOVELACE HAS THE BLOOD FOR IT!

Doug is the one thing holding them together. Maybe they can move forward together from here.

Fair enough. Lovelace is not getting along with Hilbert, but "a man's life is at stake, that is above all else, on this we agree". Huh. Seems Hilbert's coming around. He was trying to kill them earlier. I guess talking about his sister struck a nerve. But I've still keep a gun on him. Just in case.

29%. Those are rough odds, but you don't have any other options so... oh. Doug doesn't want to leave her? 2.7 years left?

"Don't you want to go home?" oh please tell me they don't split up the team. Minkowski is gonna have to go back, she has a husband.

And uh. What happened. That was not a good sound.

Tell me Hilbert didn't open the door.

Tell me the aliens didn't show up.

WHAT.

Well that...is not supposed to happen. SHOCKWAVE?

ALIENS? TIME LOOP? PORTAL?

UGH... it's super late guys and I gotta get to bed, but MAN I hope I can listen to more soon. Thanks for reading!

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