#I just started season 2 and I’m pretty disappointed

[lucyrose191]

I don't know if you're accepting writing requests, but I thought about it just now.

I don't know if you know that people are talking about Sebastian's “possible return” in 2025 with Mercedes. So I thought you could write part 3 of "a shared story"? Sort of like if the two of them came back, their son appeared. Anyway, it's up to you to write, that's all that came to mind.

A SHARED HISTORY: THE RETURN| S.VETTEL

Pairing; Sebastian Vettel x Wife!driver!reader

Summary; With the news of Lewis moving to Ferrari in 2025, the formula one world is in chaos and Mercedes is left to find a driver, why not ask their for their best to return?

Warnings; Lewis is perceived as a bit of a dick.

F1 Master List , Part 1, Part 2

When something was a constant in your life for so long it was hard to part with the routines that came with it which is why Y/N found herself in her and Seb’s home gym at five in the morning even over a year after retiring and only a few months after having a baby.

It was working well in her favour though because with the addition of the working out she did during her pregnancy she pretty much had her body back the way it was pre-baby.

She was scrolling through her phone to try and find a song to start her workout with when she got a notification from her f1 app and her face dropped as she clicked on it.

LEWIS HAMILTON TO JOIN FERRARI IN 2025

The message filled her screen as she simply stared in shock.

Workout forgotten, Y/N turned around and ran up the stairs. "Seb."

She jumped on their bed and aggressively shook him, "Sebastian, wake up!" She whisper shouted, not wanting to wake the baby. "Sebastian!"

He turned his head over to look up at her with half-closed eyes, "what time is it?" He muttered.

"Who cares? Lewis is moving to Ferrari."

That woke him right up, he pulled the top half of his body into a sitting position and forced his eyes fully open, looking at Y/N in disbelief. "What?"

"It’s everywhere, he’s driving for them in 2025."

Seb continued to look at her in shock, "Is he okay? How could he be so stupid?"

His words struck something within Y/N, knowing how rough her husbands time at Ferrari had been, how she had watched his demeanour shrink throughout the years he spent there, how guilty she felt winning near enough every race whilst the love of her life felt like he was getting nowhere.

It also caused her to think about Lewis himself and the things he had said about his team last season, as though Mercedes hadn’t made him who he was and now he was leaving after one particularly rough season. "Apparently he only told the team two days ago," she muttered.

"No," Seb uttered, not believing that Lewis would tell the team only two days before the entire world knew. "Poor Carlos," he added, knowing how Ferrari treated their drivers when they had found a replacement for them.

"You’d think Lewis wouldn’t have taken that seat considering he knows how toxic that environment is, I hope he doesn’t think he’ll be number one driver just because of his experience," Y/N thought aloud.

"He’ll be very disappointed if that’s what he does think," Seb scoffed, the resentment he felt towards Ferrari breaking through, it was hard not to with not only the way they treated him but the way the fans did too. Their refusal to accept that he was in fact not the problem but it’s in fact the poor communication and leadership within the team.

"I think I’ll ring Toto later, it’s four am in England right now, I doubt he’d be impressed if I rang him now." Y/N smirked.

Sebastian smiled "He’ll probably be up with the news being released."

Y/N hummed in agreement before reaching up to push Seb’s hair back from his forehead, "I’m going to go start this workout before Ansel wakes up, you can go back to sleep, sorry for waking you," she leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

"It’s okay, liebe." Sebastian laid back down and watched Y/N walk out the their bedroom, there was no chance he was going back to sleep now that she’d woken him up but she didn’t have to know that.

Later in the day.

"Hi, baby!" Y/N cooed to her son who she held in up in the air, loving the loud uncontrollable giggles that he let out. In the past two and a half months he hasn’t lost those beautiful blonde curls he got from Sebastian, bright white coils sprouted in every direction and with his bright blue eyes, baby Ansel would no doubt be a heartbreaker when he was older.

She laid him back down on the floor and tickled his belly, enticing another round of laughter to burst from him. "God I love you so much, you’re so cute."

"Liebe?" Seb walked into the living room with her phone in his hand.

"Yeah, who is it?" Y/N paused her tickling and allowed Ansel to catch his breath.

"Toto," her brows shot up in surprise at Sebastian’s response, she didn’t have to give him a call after all. "I’ll watch him whilst you speak to him," Seb handed her the phone before picking Ansel up from the floor with an over dramatic grunt and leaving the room.

Y/N places the phone against her ear, "Hello?"

"Y/N! Hi, how are you doing?" Toto’s thick Austrian accent sounded through the phone.

"I’m doing amazing, I’d ask you the same question but I’ve seen the news and I can’t imagine you’re doing great," she sympathised.

"It’s been chaotic to say the least," Toto replied honestly, "I only found out two days ago and I was surprised if I’m being honest."

"He only told you two days ago as well?" Y/N was surprised. "I saw that he told the team two days ago but I thought he would’ve told you sooner."

"I thought he would have too but he didn’t, I’m going to be straight with you, Y/N, I am calling for a particular reason."

Y/N stared at the blank wall in front of her, curious as to what he might’ve called for. "Go on…"

"Have you done much training or simulator work since retiring?" Toto asked absentmindedly.

His question shocked her into silence for a moment before replying. "I trained all throughout my pregnancy and I’ve still been training, I’ve cut back on the neck training but other than that it’s remained the same really and I’ve done a bit of simulator work but not much, I haven’t really found the time to keep that up."

"I understand, you’ve probably been very busy with a newborn, it can be hard," Toto said understandingly.

"I think we’ve been lucky to be honest, Ansel’s quite calm."

"I’m going to be blunt here," Toto told her, "what do you think of becoming a seven time world champion?"

Y/N froze completely at his question.

She knew what he was asking but she just couldn’t allow that idea to simmer in her mind, not when it had taken her so long to become content without racing in her life. "I have a son to take off."

"I know," Toto responded, "and I would never ask you to give that up, I understand completely how he is your number one priority, you have a family to take care of and I don’t expect you to put racing above your family but Y/N, you are the best driver Mercedes has ever had and I don’t believe you’ve accomplished everything you could."

"That’s a very big ask, Toto," Y/N released a heavy breath.

"It’s for 2025, you can sit on it until half way through the season but I can promise you if you agree, it will be a championship winning car." The confidence in Toto’s voice was impossible to miss.

"You’ve already started designing it, haven’t you?" She mused.

"Yes, we aren’t taking any chances of losing in 2025, we want you back Y/N, we didn’t want you to leave in the first place. George is a great driver but he’s only been with us one season and he is not number 1 driver ready yet."

"I’ll think about it but I am not promising anything," she iterated, wanting him to acknowledge that the chances of her returning were very very slim.

"I’m glad you’re at least considering it, take as long as you need," Toto repeated his earlier words and Y/N ensured she would be taking all of the time she was given before they bid their goodbyes.

As the call ended, Y/N felt a heavy wait in her chest, the idea of returning to formula one hadn’t even crossed her mind because she never thought the opportunity would even arise and her and Seb were making their family, the family they always wanted.

She pushed the idea out of her mind and pulled herself up from the floor, she walked into the kitchen and began looking through the fridge for ideas on what to make her and Seb for lunch.

"What did he want?"

Y/N jumped and snapped her head to the doorway where Seb was stood, holding a sleeping Ansel against his chest. He frowned at her reaction because she wasn’t one to be easily frightened.

"Uhm," Y/N cleared her throat and closed the fridge. "He was just asking how we were and telling me about the whole Lewis situation, the parts the media didn’t know."

Her response set off alarm bells in Sebastian’s mind that made him thing there was something else, something she hadn’t been anticipating. "Anything else?" He asked,

Y/N swallowed and looked down at the floor, she could never lie to him about anything but especially not something this big. "He, uhm, he asked me to come back. He wants me to drive for Mercedes again."

Sebastian’s hands subconsciously tightened around Ansel’s body at the news, he stood frozen in the doorway with a blank face as he processed what that could mean. "Wow," it was the only word that expressed what he was feeling right now.

Y/N scoffed out a laugh and nodded. "Yeah."

The lost look on her face tugged at Seb’s heart and he stepped across the threshold into the kitchen and walked closer to her. "Would you want to?" He asked in an almost whisper.

Y/N shrugged weakly. "I have no idea," she replied honestly. "When I retired, I felt lost and I thought that feeling would never leave and I convinced myself I had made the worst mistake I could ever make. I had everything, I was still at the height of my career and to suddenly not be racing anymore…. It was hard, you know that, but then Ansel was born and this new life we have made it all worth it to me. I accepted I wouldn’t be going back but now Toto is literally holding out that seat in the palm of his hand and i don’t know what to do."

Sebastian adjusted Ansel so he was holding him in one arm and wrapped the other around Y/N’s shoulder, pulling her into his body. She rested her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around her boys, smiling as Seb pressed a kiss to her head. "How long do you have before you need to make a decision?" He asked.

"Until about halfway through the season, I told him I’d probably need every bit of that time," Y/N muttered before looking up at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

Sebastian smirked, "you just did," he teased causing her to roll her eyes. "Go on." He added seriously this time.

"Would you be okay with it if I did say yes? I’m not saying I want to but I definitely wouldn’t if you want things to stay how they are, without all of the travelling."

It was one of the things that truly made their marriage work, they both understood that it was in fact a partnership and would never agree to something that the other person wasn’t a hundred percent on board with.

He thought about her question for a moment before answering. "I didn’t retire because of the travelling, I retired because I wasn’t enjoying it anymore. I wasn’t meant to be a midfield or back of the field driver and that’s the only place I ended up. If you find that you do want to return then Ansel and I will follow you."

The two of them left the conversation there, not speaking of it anymore for the next couple of weeks as Y/N didn’t want to stress herself with feeling the need to make a decision as quick as possible.

February 2024

"OH FUCK OFF!" Y/N groaned loudly the minute she saw Danica Patrick appear on the screen.

Sebastian tilted his head back against the sofa and laughed at her reaction.

They weren’t even half way through the first episode before she showed up onto the screen and YN wasn’t impressed to say the least. "Why the fuck is she here?"

"She wants to tell everyone what the mindset of an f1 driver is like," Sebastian teased and YN scoffed.

"Oh yes please, let this woman who knows nothing about f1 tell me how I felt when I was in that car for fifteen years. I mean, if they want a woman, ask Susie!"

"I doubt she’d say yes after last year." Sebastian snorted.

"Yeah, that’s true," YN agreed, reaching for the remote to skip until Danica was no longer on the screen.

2nd March 2024

In case Y/N did choose to return to formula one in 2025 she had returned to her full training and diet so that she would have as much preparation as possible which was why the coffee table was filled with healthy snacks, much to Seb’s dismay, as the pair of them snuggled up on the sofa with a now four month old Ansel between them, ready to watch the first race of the season.

The entire weekend her eyes hadn’t left the W15, it hadn’t surprised her that they had incorporated part of the iconic silver design that Mercedes was famous for since it was Lewis’ last season. She had watched the launch of the car and it felt awkward for her, knowing that Lewis was leaving made it feel tense but that could’ve just been her imagination.

The RedBull was a rocket which wasn’t surprising after their success last season, she doubted they had changed much, they hadn’t needed to but what was fascinating was how the W15 didn’t seem so bad in comparison, George was driving that car as if they were one.

Now being able to see the improvement from last year, the confidence she heard in Toto’s voice for next year made sense to her. She believed him in his promise that next years car would be capable of earning her a seventh title and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t now tempted.

"It’s looking good," Sebastian commented lightly, subtly side eying her.

"Yeah it is," She replied, her eyes not leaving the tv screen as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

A month later

Sebastian apprehensively walked into the living room, smiling at the sight of Y/N lying on the sofa with Ansel asleep against her chest, her hands resting on his back protectively.

She looked up at the sound of his light footsteps and smiled before noticing the wary expression on his face. "Hey, are you okay?"

Sebastian swallowed thickly. "You’re not going to believe this…."

Y/N rose a challenging brow, "yeah? Try me."

"Christian just called."

"Horner?"

Sebastian nodded, walking over and sitting on the sofa by Y/N’s feet. "He isn’t resigning Perez next year, he’s offered me a seat."

If it wasn’t for the seriousness of the conversation, the look of shock on Y/N’s face would’ve been laughable. "Seriously!?"

Sebastian nodded and Y/N let out a small laugh, "Wow," she whispered. "Do you want it?"

"I don’t know," he replied honestly. "I understand the pressure you feel under now, to make a decision. I asked if I could think it through, I also have till mid season to give an answer."

His words caused her to smile as a memory flickered through her mind.

"Seb and I entered formula one together and it feels right to leave it together too, it's great knowing that we quite literally went through the entire thing with each other"

The pair of them had never driven in formula one without the other, if they both returned then that connection between the two of them would remain too. It was a beautiful connection that meant a lot to Y/N for a reason she couldn’t really think of.

She didn’t want to lose that.

That one flicker of a memory had solidified her decision in a mere second.

"If you were in that RedBull would it return your drive and passion for racing?" She asked softly.

Seb set his eyes on his sleeping son for a moment as he thought about her question before returning his gaze to hers. "I think it would."

"Would it ignite a hunger for a fifth title?"

"Yes," Sebastian answered immediately and Y/N smiled.

RedBull was an important part of their careers, it was where she had started out and won her first title and it was where Seb had achieved all of his records and titles.

"I think you have your answer, Seb. You just haven’t convinced yourself it’s real."

Three months later, Austria 🇦🇹 (30th June 2024)

Sebastian and Y/N walked through the Spielberg paddock, a seven month old Ansel was attached to Sebastian’s chest in a baby carrier, his face covered from the cameras with a hat.

They waved to the fans as they walked by but didn’t stop to speak or take photos because they had places to be, they entered the pits and walked past eight team garages, parting once they reached the Mercedes garage, Sebastian continued towards RedBull.

Toto Wolff, the man she was looking for, was standing in the entrance and seemingly waiting for her.

Y/N walked up to him with a cheeky smile on her face and stood beside him in silence, the pair of them looking inside of the garage to where the mechanics were working on the car.

"You weren’t lying to me," she eventually spoke, keeping her voice quiet from prying ears.

Toto looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, not understanding what she meant.

"The car," she explained. "It’s going to be worthy of a title, isn’t it?"

She wasn’t talking about the car in front of her, she was talking about the W16, the one that hadn’t been built yet.

"Yes," he responded surely.

"Okay," she nodded, only now removing her eyes from the car to look him in the eyes. "Well, I want to look over your numbers and speak to the designers because I will not be driving a car that looks like a four year old picked it out and I get to choose how the news is released."

She watched as the realisation slowly took over his features, the shock that riddled his face would forever be ingrained into her mind. "Seriously?" He asked, voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and hope.

"Unless you’ve found someone else?" She asked teasingly, knowing he most certainly hadn’t and even if he had, he wanted her more.

Toto quickly shook his head as a smile grew on his face, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, lifting her feet from the floor as he took her into a bear hug, the pair of them laughed as he spun her round once in utter joy before setting her back down.

No doubt the media would soon be filled with suspicions and theories about what their conversation had been about and what she had said that had caused Toto���s overly happy reaction.

Just over a month later (beginning of August 2024)

With both Sebastian and YN now giving Toto and Christian the verbal agreement that they would drive for Mercedes and RedBull in 2025, it caused for both them and Ansel to make the move back to their property in England.

The summer break had now begun so it was the perfect time for them to sign their contracts and go through all of the necessary things to get prepared for next season and to get back into the swing of things.

This included deciding on when to announce the information of their return.

Both Sebastian and Y/N had given Christian and Toto the conditions that they wanted the news of their return to be together which meant a combined photoshoot and social media post from both Mercedes and RedBull teams.

It also meant that the two team principals and their heads of social media needed to work together to come to a compromise that everyone was happy with for the release.

They weren’t very happy having to work so close together but both were eager for their star drivers back that they pushed through.

It also meant that both teams were holding a shared secret about the other team.

As of right now the only people that knew Sebastian and Y/N Vettel were returning to Formula One were Christian, Toto and each teams head of social media, and family of course.

As neither team principal wanted to step into enemy territory, it left the announcement photoshoot to happen in the Vettel household.

The pair of them were stood in their living room in front of a black backdrop with their race suits on and since they didn’t have their 2025 helmets yet, they used the helmets they retired with.

Both their visors were up as they rested their foreheads against each other and stared into each other’s eyes with serious looks on their faces, preparing to show to the world that they were back and they weren’t playing around.

"Just cause you have your good luck charm back doesn’t mean you’ll be able to catch up to us."

Y/N and Seb rolled their eyes simultaneously,

"You’ve gotten very cocky after a short lucky streak, get to seven in a row and then we’ll start talking." Toto didn’t hesitate in replying.

"How about instead of comparing cock sizes, you two can figure out a date that we launch this news because you still haven’t came to an agreement." Y/N smiled sarcastically causing Sebastian to laugh at the way they promptly shut up.

"Great. If I have to listen to you two go at it next year then I will whip both your arses, got it?"

The two team principles nodded at her words so she turned back to Sebastian, who was looking at her in amusement, so that they could continue with the photos.

November 2024

It was Ansel’s first birthday today and you and Seb were refusing anything formula one today, the entire day was for your son and you both would give him every bit of your attention.

You and Seb were still 100% serious that he came above everything else and you both would remain stern on that, both Christian and Toto understood that yours and Sebastian’s conditions were that your son came first and that was the only reason you agreed to return.

Ansel didn’t at all understand the purpose of a birthday or opening presents so it left you and Seb to open his gifts but he did have the time of his life playing with all of his new toys.

Y/N still couldn’t believe this was her life. Sebastian and Ansel were her everything and to think if Christian Horner out of all people hadn’t taken a chance on her that she wouldn’t be where she is now is crazy and now she had been given the opportunity to return to the sport that had young drivers lining up to be a part of, she knew how lucky she was and she would never take it for granted.

December 2024, Abu Dhabi

If there was one thing that Christian and Toto had in common it was their flare for dramatics, both wished for the news of the Vettel’s returning to take the world by storm and so they were announcing it the day of the last race of the season which was in two days.

Barely any of the team even knew, George now did which he was thrilled about but Toto didn’t want to tell Lewis the news, Y/N thought he was feeling a bit petty and still a bit hurt from how long it took Lewis to tell him about him moving to Ferrari and just wanted to maybe get one up on the driver.

In the meantime, Y/N was going to take George’s car out for a couple of laps today before free practice and none of the team knew it yet but that was about to change.

The garage privacy barriers were up as the team watched in shock and building excitement as Y/N got into George’s car. She smiled as an immediate feeling of content mixed with anticipation built within her, her body knowing this is exactly where she belonged.

She had her 2022 helmet on so if anyone looked carefully they would definitely know that it was not George inside the car.

"Can you hear me, Marcus?"

"I can hear you loud and clear, Y/N. It’s good to have you back."

"Let’s do this then." She put a thumbs up towards one of the team members to move the barriers, gave a nod to Toto who was watching her with a blank expression on his face, (she thought he might be worried that she’d change her mind after giving this apparent shit box a drive) before she pressed down on the accelerator and left the garage.

Leaving the pits, Y/N grinned as best as she could beneath her helmet as she pressed down further on the throttle, smoothing through the gears as she increased her speed.

As she got onto the straight after turn 5, she heard Marcus in her ear. "How are you feeling, Y/N?"

"Great! Just like riding a bike." She replied, the tone of her voice making it clear that she had a large smile on her face.

"Nice to know you’ve still got it, we never doubted you for a second." Marcus told her before cutting the connection.

Up in the commentary box where David Croft and Martin Brundle were setting up for the weekend, they both looked out onto the track in confusion at the sight of the Mercedes, they hooked up their microphones before speaking.

"And that’s the Mercedes of George Russel on the track, free practise hasn’t started yet so I’m not sure if they’re allowed to be doing that…." Crofty’s voice sounded through the track speakers.

"That Mercedes seems to be driving better than it has all season, they haven’t put any updates on for the final race, have they? Is that even allowed?" Martin Brundle continued.

"Let’s see, are we able to take a closer look at that?" Crofty asked, followed by the screens on the grandstand zooming in on the car as it drove on the track. "…..that is not George Russell’s helmet…."

"Isn’t it? Who’s driving his car?" Martin questioned.

"I’m not sure, I’m also not sure this is actually allowed."

"I don’t think Mercedes actually care at this point- sorry, I’ll rephrase that actually. I don’t think Toto Wolff even cares what is allowed at this point."

"Okay, Y/N, if you could bring it into the pits now, we’re going to keep you in the car until the barriers are back up." Marcus instructed.

"Copy," Y/N replied.

The mechanics wheeled her into the garage and put the shutters down so that no one could see inside as she got out of the car.

As soon as her feet hit the ground she was embraced with pats on the back by happy team members.

George approached her with a smile on his face and was shaking his head at her. "I’m not sure how I feel about this anymore, you’d have managed to put that shit box on the second row with that second lap time." His tone made it clear that he was just joking and he was actually more than looking forward to have her as a team mate.

"I’ve still got it then, that’s good."

"It’s great," Toto’s voice from behind her made her jump and then around. "You think we should tell the team?"

"Now?" Y/N asked in surprise and Toto nodded, gesturing that she could do the honours.

Y/N gave him a toothy smile before stepping forward and climbing on top of George’s car, standing just in front of the halo, drawing the attention of everyone in the garage.

"Hey everyone! I know this season has been quite rough on you all, not just with the lack of results the team is used to but also with the fact that we all know Lewis has made the decision to leave Mercedes and join Ferrari which was as much of a surprise to me as I’m sure it was to you guys and it’s honestly been hard for me to see a lot of you feel a bit lost as to how the team can make a comeback and be on top but I do hope that next year you’ll all be able to see just how great Mercedes is and to hopefully regain that hunger because I know I’m hungry for a seventh title and I have every bit of faith that this team can help me achieve that when I come back and drive for you next year…."

The garage filled with a series of gasps followed by cheers that would definitely be heard from outside.

"…this is a finalised decision, Toto and I have been speaking all year and we’ve both signed the contract and I do hope you’re happy to have me back."

The team clapped and the garage was filled with whistles and cheers again as she finished and climbed down from the car.

"The news is going to be released Sunday morning so if you could all keep it on the down low until then it would be greatly appreciated!" She finalised before turning to Toto and George with a raised eyebrow. "There you go, no turning back now."

And for the rest of the weekend, the entire paddock could see the change in the Mercedes team, it seemed every member had a spring in their step as they walked through the track and they all seemed to have a permanent smile on their faces.

When asked about it they all seemed to give generic answers like ‘they were just happy to be here’ but no one believed it, not even Lewis who was left in the dark and when he asked about it he just got the same response.

But as Sunday morning came, both Mercedes and RedBull was filled with anticipation as the news of the Vettel’s return to the sport was shared across four Instagram accounts; RedBull, Mercedes, Y/N’s and Sebastian’s.

The world was taken by storm that morning, not only by the news of the return but also the fact that both teams had seemingly worked together to keep it under wraps.

Seb, Y/N, Christian and Toto entered the track together that morning and were bombarded with cameras and questions making both Vettel’s glad they had left Ansel at the hotel with Fabian who was going to bring him later in the day.

"Seb! Y/N! When did you decide to rejoin formula 1?"

"Christian, did you boot Perez before signing Sebastian or did tell him you were terminating his contract after you had already asked Sebastian to return?"

"Toto, did you ask Y/N to come back to get back at Lewis for leaving Mercedes?"

"Lewis said he had no idea of Y/N taking his seat, is there a reason you told the team but kept him in the dark?"

The four ignored the questions and continued their way into the track, not batting an eye at the other teams who watched as they walked by, astounded to see the four of them together.

"Feels good, doesn’t it? Success…." Christian smirked arrogantly causing Y/N, Seb and Toto to roll their eyes.

"I’d even go as far as saying we make a good team, us four." Toto added and Y/N scoffed.

"Please, this would’ve been a complete disaster had Seb and I not mediated the last year. The pair of you are a ticking time bomb."

Both team principals sent her affronted looks at her words which she ignored, once they reached the Mercedes garage, Seb leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple. "I’ll come and get you later before the race and we’ll watch it together."

Y/N nodded with a smile and bid him goodbye.

Both her and Toto walked into the Mercedes garage and were met with whoops and cheers from the team causing her to laugh at their dramatics but she soon stopped at the sight of Lewis.

He was approaching her and he looked quite disgruntled.

"Both of you returning?" He asked.

Y/N shrugged. "Toto asked me and then Christian asked Seb a month later, it was purely a coincidence."

He didn’t look like he believed her but it didn’t bother her too much. "I thought it would’ve been off the cards now that you have a child."

Y/N looked at him in confusion. She thought it was a bit rude that he was bringing her son into a conversation that they were clearing having because he felt left out of the news.

"I wouldn’t have returned if Seb didn’t get approached by Christian, we’ve always been in F1 together and as soon as he was offered I knew that I wanted to come back."

"When was this?"

"I got asked in January, after your move was confirmed." Y/N replied honestly.

"You’ve kept that under wraps for a while then." He said in a tone that could only be described as bitter.

"Because we weren’t sure that we were actually going to return. It was a shock to us as well but it felt right and so we accepted. Toto and Christian agreed to wait until closer to the end of the season for the release so that the press would focus on this season and not next."

Which in her opinion is what he should’ve done.

"The team already knew." He stated.

Y/N nodded. "I told them on Friday that I would be driving for them, it’s really upped their motivation for 2025."

"Why didn’t I know?" He eventually just came out and asked.

Y/N looked at him strangely. "Because you chose to leave the team, Lewis. After today, you have to accept that Mercedes is no longer your team and whatever concerns them is no longer your business either. The teams plans for 2025 have no impact on you whatsoever."

Lewis bit his lip and nodded before walking away, nothing else to say.

Y/N watched after him for a moment. They had been teammates for eight years and had an amazing friendship through that but for some reason she had a feeling that was about to end since she was driving for Mercedes.

Had he really thought Toto wasn’t going to find a driver to replace him?

Just before the race.

Seb and Y/N were standing between the first two rows on the grid so they could be nearby Max and George as they got ready as Martin Brundle approached them for his grid walk.

"Sebastian! Y/N! Could I have a quick word?"

"Go on then," Y/N nodded.

"So, you’ve surprised us all this morning by announcing that you’ll both be returning next season, Sebastian you’re going to RedBull and Y/N you’re returning to Mercedes. We want to know something, anything about the process cause nobody was expecting this."

Sebastian smiled. "It’s nothing exciting. After the news of Lewis going to Ferrari, Toto wondered if there was a chance for Y/N to return and then about a month later Christian also called and asked me if I would be willing to come back."

Martin nodded before turning to Y/N. "After Mercedes’ rough two year since you left, do you think they’ll be able to get back on top next year."

Y/N smirked. "I wouldn’t be returning if there wasn’t a chance for me to become a seven time world champion, Martin."

He seemed to be delighted by the news and nodded, thanking the two of them before walking away to hopefully find some of the drivers.

Sebastian wrapped his arm around Y/N as they started walking back towards the garages. "Where do you want to watch it from?"

Y/N thought for a moment. "We’ll watch it from RedBull."

2025

"Okay, state your name, occupation and your team." The woman behind the camera instructed.

Y/N smiled at the camera and began speaking. "I’m Y/N Vettel and I’m a Formula One driver for Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula One team."

She then leaned forward and stared directly into the lens. "I’M BACCKKKKKK!"

Bahrain. 🇧🇭

"Okay, Y/N, are you ready to become a seven time world champion?" Bono asked over the radio.

"You bet I am." She replied confidentially.

"Are you going to become a five time world champion, sunshine?" Hugh asked Sebastian, using the nickname from when Seb won his first all those years ago.

Seb smiled. "That depends on how nice Y/N is feeling."

Y/N kept her gaze on the lights as each one appeared and as soon as they disappeared she let up off the break and slammed her foot down onto the accelerator, both her and Seb driving along side each other as they approached the first corner.

2025 was certainly going to be an interesting season.

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[bloodynereid]

Tinsel, Gold and Dragons

(modern au!)

pairings: rhaenyra targaryen x fem! reader, past rhaenyra x alicent

tw: kissing, alicent bashing, alcohol consumption, talk about hooking up, hatred of the holiday season??

description: You were wondering how the hell this family had so many attractive people. Rhaenyra’s brain was currently not computing, she was pretty sure this was called bisexual panic but it had never really happened to her in real life before.

a/n: hiii hope you enjoy this little fic i randomly wrote last night. i've been kind of missing just writing stuff that isn't requests so hopefully this is still ok haha. ALSO i'm 100% an alicent defender, she's the loml so just remember that a lot of this is from rhaenyra's pov and not my own thoughts about her character. anyways hope you enjoy this and happy holidays <3 (might write a part 2 at some point but who knows?)

Rhaenyra Targaryen never liked the holiday season. After her mother died things just got worse and the boring parties she was always subjected to only got more boring. The welcome reprieve of baking gingerbread in the kitchen with her mom was gone in seconds and now holidays just reminded her of everything she had lost.

This year’s party was going to be the worst one by a long shot. Rhaenyra had to deal with Alicent fucking Hightower - oh sorry Targaryen now… that was something she still hadn’t accepted. I mean how do you even cope when your best friend suddenly starts fucking your dad in secret, gets pregnant, marries him and then proceeds to act like she’s Virgin fucking Mary?

The answer is with a lot of scotch, stupid hookups and long hours studying. She was desperate to get her law degree so she could finally do something and it also meant she could start working at her uncle’s law firm.

Currently though she was stuck in her father’s house whilst her new toddler half-brother threw temper tantrums and broke anything in his vicinity.

It was Christmas Eve and Viserys had nearly decided to cancel the annual Christmas party, in favor of “family bonding” but Alicent had somehow convinced him to keep it on. Rhaenyra did not want to think about what she had done to convince him. She nearly gagged at the mere idea of it.

Smoothing out the material of the dark red dress with a slightly higher slit than what would be considered appropriate, Rhaenyra let out an audible sound of satisfaction. She looked fucking hot. Plus Alicent would freak when she saw it, perfect.

Once upon a time Alicent Hightower had been her best friend, and probably something more but now… all that Rhaenyra could muster up for her is a cold chill of utter hate and rage.

Rhaenyra was thrown out of her thoughts when her phone called out the familiar ringtone that belonged to her uncle.

“Daemon… you do know that people can text now don’t you?”

“Haha, you can call me old all you want but you might regret it when I don’t tell you how I’m about to save you tonight.”

“Please tell me you found a way to make them all die fiery deaths.”

“Nothing as dramatic as that but I assure you it’s still the perfect escape.”

“Are you going to leave me in suspense while I endure this torture or…”

“Fine, you spoiled princess. We’re having a little party at the firm and since you’re coming to work here soon…”

“You didn’t.”

“But I did.”

“Fuck off. You mean I can actually leave this party.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t already.”

“You’re my savior.”

“Knight in shining armor and all that. Just remember to get me a good present this year.”

“When do I ever disappoint you?”

“There is also another surprise waiting for you when you get here.”

“Daemon… what have you done?”

“Nothing. There’s just someone I think you should meet.”

“Oh God, maybe I won’t go.”

“You know you’re too desperate not to, plus she’s your age so you won’t have to deal with boring old men like me.”

“She’s a she?” 

Rhaenyra perked up, she hadn’t had a date in a while and ever since Alicent she hadn’t even tried to step her foot back into that pool. A string of meaningless hookups with men had done nothing to quell the heartbreak side of the whole situation. This would probably be good for her. 

“Yes. So I guess that means you’re coming?”

“Obviously.”

“Should I send a car over?”

“Don’t bother, I’ll just drive Syrax.” Syrax was a birthday present from Daemon, a beautiful and subtly gold car that drove like a dream.

“Ok, see you soon Nyra.”

“Bye, Uncle.”

Rhaenyra sped through the streets of King’s Landing in the comfortable leather seat of her car. The bright Christmas lights that adorned the shops made a bright smile appear on her face. She may hate the holidays but at least the lights and food were incredible.

She arrived at the tall building that held Caraxes, Daemon’s law firm and named after his first dog but no one needed to know that. She gave her name to the security guard before parking the car in one of the empty spaces.

Her red dress fluttered in the cold breeze as she waited for the elevator to open. The firm was located on the 60th floor, the penthouse. Rhaenyra always loved being up high so the height was never a problem. What was annoying was how long it took her to actually get up there.

When the elevator doors finally opened at the correct floor, loud Christmas music echoed through the floor and she could clearly hear cheers coming from the area close to Daemon’s office.

Since the secretary was nowhere to be seen, Rhaenyra walked the now familiar route towards her uncle’s office. Weaving through a variety of cubicles she found a large Christmas tree and a small bar had been set up outside her uncle’s office.

“NYRA!” A loud voice that corresponded to her uncle slurred out and his tall frame ambled towards her. Within moments she was suddenly caught in a warm embrace and she returned the hug with her smaller arms wrapping around his torso.

“When did you have time to get this drunk, uncle?” Rhaenyra asked when they finally parted.

“Oh you think this is drunk, darling. Don’t you remember me at that New Year’s-”

“Andddd I’m going to stop you right there. I still get trauma flashbacks.”

“I must say, you look absolutely stunning Nyra. I’m sure our dear Alicent flipped when she saw you.”

“You should have seen her face when I told her I was going to unfortunately not attend her party.” Rhaenyra and Daemon shared a laugh before Daemon spotted someone in the crowd and a smirk appeared on his face.

“Y/N! I have someone you should meet.” 

Rhaenyra followed Daemon’s line of sight and found the most beautiful woman she had probably ever seen. You were wearing a dark blue floor length dress which was held up with spaghetti straps. A pashmina scarf looped around your elbows and you had a smile on your face as you approached the two of them.

“You summoned me?” You asked when you finished weaving through the sea of people.

“Well yes, I wanted you to meet my niece. Rhaenyra this is Y/N, our newest and most promising associate.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” You said as you offered a hand to the stunning silver haired woman. You were wondering how the hell this family had so many attractive people. Rhaenyra’s brain was currently not computing, she was pretty sure this was called bisexual panic but it had never really happened to her in real life before.

“I-uh, nice to meet you too.” Rhaenyra stuttered out as she took Y/N’s hand and shook it.

“Well I’ll leave you two to it.” Daemon said with a conspiring tone in his voice before he disappeared into the crowd.

“So… Daemon’s been singing your merits all over the office for a while now so I think I have an unfair advantage here.”

“Oh God, what has he been saying?” Rhaenyra groaned out as she dramatically swept a hand over her hair.

“Nothing bad, I promise. You’re getting your law degree at The Citadel, right?”

“Yup.”

“How’s that? I was debating going there for a while but ended up going to Oxford instead.”

“It's hell but worth it, I hope.”

“I totally get that, Oxford was like medieval torture but I’m happy it landed me in this place.” You said as you swept a hand in the direction of the office space.

“Wait, how old are you?” Rhaenyra suddenly asked before her face contorted in embarrassment. “Shit, that was rude, sorry.”

“Ha don’t worry, I get that all the time. I’m 25.”

“24.” Rhaenyra offered back in solidarity.

“We’re basically the same age then.” You said with a wink before you took a sip of the amber liquid in the glass tumbler.

“Probably why Daemon shoved us in this little corner together.”

“I’m for one glad to be stuck in this little corner with you.” You said as you smirked in Rhaenyra’s direction. A light blush started to dust Rhaenyra’s cheeks.

“I’m glad too, but I’m desperate for a drink. This week has been hell.”

“You don’t like the holidays either?”

“Hate them.”

“We have something else in common after all.”

You spent the rest of the party sitting next to Rhaenyra in Daemon’s office. You drank sparingly, not wanting to be drunk since Rhaenyra needed to drive back and you didn’t want to act like a fool in front of her.

Rhaenyra felt like this was the first time in years that she felt truly happy. It was nice just to talk and gossip and be free to actually be herself. With Alicent it felt like she was walking on eggshells before the incident and now it was near impossible to be in the same room alone with her. But with Y/N…

At first, Rhaenyra went into this wanting just to have a quick hookup but those hours spent talking or maybe it was the alcohol that got to her head but she decided she deserved something better. She deserved someone better.

“Do you need a ride home?” Rhaenyra asked when people started to mill out of the party. Y/N turned to her in surprise before a gentle smile lit up her face.

“It wouldn’t be any trouble?”

“Not at all, but don’t think this is some kind of selfless act - maybe I just want to spend more time with you.”

“Well, we just have to indulge in your selfish desires don’t we?” You said with a twinkle in your eyes and a laugh on your tongue.

“You have no idea the scope of my selfish desires.”

“I would like to find out…”

Rhaenyra basically dragged you down to her car after that little remark. As she drove through the streets of King’s Landing, you took a leap of blind faith (or maybe love) by gripping the hand that lay between the two of you. Rhaenyra instantly threaded her fingers through yours and you spied a small smile making its way to her face.

Once she pulled up in front of your apartment building Rhaenyra bit her lip and turned to look at you - still completely in awe of how pretty you are.

“We arrived.”

“That we did.”

“Well…”

“Well… do you uh-”

“Do I what?” Rhaenyra said as she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Rhae… I- do you want to come up?”

“Only if we can have a date tomorrow.”

“It’s Christmas Day.”

“I’ll think of something.”

“Hmm… deal.” You said as a giddy smile graced your lips. Suddenly the feeling of soft lips meeting against yours startled you out of your reverie and you jumped to thread your fingers through her silky hair.

“You are so beautiful.” Rhaenyra mumbled against your lips before slipping her tongue to delicately stroke yours. It seemed impossible that your smile could widen even more but it did.

“Mmm, says you. You fucking goddess.” You said when you both finally pulled away. Panting and grinning like idiots.

“This is certainly turning out to be a very merry Christmas.”

“Ho ho ho.”

rhaenyra is an bisexual icon just like her uncle and we love her for it !!

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[kelcemenow]

Personal Foul.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2103

Warnings Some strong language, mentions of violence and a big old fluffy Travis.

This anon request came through a while ago and now that I'm pretty much finished with Touchdown, I thought I would finish this to a place where I'm happy. I hope you like it! "I’m so glad you did my request absolutely loved it!! I have another request hahah fic x reader where Travis is playing and another player says a comment about the reader that makes Travis go crazy protective mode and ends up getting ejected from the game"

You settled in your seat close to the side-lines of the field at Arrowhead Stadium. The Chiefs were facing the Bengals for their first game of the season and even though it hadn’t started yet, the atmosphere was electric. You clutched at your cold beer, looking around at the sea of red and gold that was surrounding you.

Your sister, Karly, snuggled up next to you, “Oh my God, we’re super close!”

You breathed in the air, “Yeah, Travis sorted these out for us.”

“I can’t wait to see him play, apparently he’s really good.”

You smirked at her, rolling your eyes, “Yeah, he’s pretty decent.”

The noise grew louder and your eyes snapped to the field, watching for your new boyfriend to emerge onto the grass. Your seat rumbled as the announcer called his name and the thousands of people in the stadium roared for him. You were filled with an immense feeling of excitement and adoration for him, proud to call him yours.

Your heart fluttered as he jogged out, lifting his arms to encourage more noise from the fans. You smiled as he stopped to dance in the end-zone, hopefully a taste of what was to come during the game. Travis placed his hand to his lips and then raised it towards the stands, something he said he would do for you. You caught your breath knowing that you were on his mind right before the game began.

The first half of the game was fairly uneventful, the Bengals took an early lead with a touchdown in the first quarter but the Chiefs caught up within the second. You were concerned though. Travis seemed to be struggling, his focus elsewhere. You noticed a particular Bengals linebacker paying close attention to Travis, covering him often and occasionally conversing with him between plays. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, willing him to snap out of whatever mood he was in. He missed some throws, tripped up on a rush and you could see Patrick pulling him aside every now and again.

Karly didn’t seem to notice anything, thankfully she was oblivious to the rules of football and seemed to be enjoying the game regardless. You looked back towards the field as the teams left at half time to go back to the locker rooms, your eyebrows knitted together.

“Is everything okay?” Karly questioned.

You cleared your throat, “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine.” You said before taking a sip of your beer.

“Oh my God, you’re not pregnant, are you?” She squeaked with excitement.

You laughed, “Karly, I wouldn’t be drinking beer if I was. Besides, me and Travis have only been together for a few months, you’re a little ahead there.”

She slumped her shoulders in disappointment, “Fine. So, what is it then?”

You twisted your mouth, “Something’s up with Travis.”

“Really? Well…maybe he’s just a bit nervous, with it being his first game of the season and all?”

Your fingers rubbed against the edge of your plastic glass, the cold condensation covering your thumb, “Yeah. Maybe.”

You weren’t entirely convinced but silently hoped that he would settle during the second half and you would soon see the man that you were falling in love with back to his best.

As the third quarter began, Travis seemed to appear much calmer and more focused, but as the Chiefs were getting lined up to run a 4th down play with 2 yards in it, Travis quickly stood up from his crouched position and grabbed the jersey of Germaine Pratt, the linebacker from earlier in the game, bringing him close to his face in anger. You rose to your feet and rapidly ran your eyes across the field to figure out what was happening.

The officials blew their whistles and a flag was thrown onto the field. Travis had Germaine up to his face, his helmet clashing against his. Players, coaches and officials flooded the field and you spotted Patrick Mahomes pulling Travis away. An officials voice rang out into the stadium detailing Travis’ penalty. ‘Personal foul. Unnecessary roughness, offense, number 87. 15-yard penalty, automatic first down.’

You watched as Patrick spoke to Travis for a second before returning to the field. Travis lowered his head and made his way to the bench, removing his helmet and running his hands over his face. You craned your neck to see him, but you could barely see beyond the rows of fans. You could only just make out his arms, flailing wildly in panic as players flocked to his side, trying to calm him down. You took a deep breath, watching as the Chiefs lost the ball back to the Bengals after failing to make the 17 yards.

“Well, that was intense.” Karly said in a low voice, holding her beer up to her mouth.

You shook your head, “I don’t know what’s got him all riled up?”

“Not a good color on him, though, is it?”

Your snapped sideways to look at Karly, “We don’t know what’s going on down there.”

She took a mouthful of her beer and shrugged her shoulders, turning back to face the field. You continued to look at Travis on the bench when an increase in crowd noise diverted your attention. Chris Jones had Bengals quarterback Joe Burrow flustered and he fumbled the ball. You jumped to your feet as Nick Allegretti caught it and ran the ball for 14 yards, giving the Chiefs possession. Travis threw his helmet back on and with a confident thud on his chest, he ran out ready for the next play.

Your heart was beating out of your chest with panic, “Come on, Travis. Come on, baby. Just keep it together. Please.”

Both teams squatted down ready for the snap and your eyes were locked on Travis, who was now face to face again with Germaine. You clutched your hands up against your chest, swallowing hard as if it would eliminate the churning sensation in your stomach. Suddenly, Travis sprinted from his position, finding a space downfield and leaping into the air to catch the ball.

“Yes!” You shrieked as he made the catch and securely tucked it in his arm, your eyes following him down the field.

The crowd raised their voices as he approached the end-zone, successfully dodging Bengals on each side. You jumped slightly with excitement, watching your man’s feet pounding the grass with impressive speed as he crossed the goal line and lifted the ball into the air. Karly jumped up from her seat and threw her arms around you, screaming loud enough to make your ears ring.

The ecstasy you were feeling was slowly halted when you noticed Germaine speaking to Travis. You narrowed your eyes as you watched Travis puff out his chest and aggressively approach the linebacker.

“No, Travis!” You cried out but it was too late. He had already pushed Germaine’s shoulders with both of his hands, knocking him to the ground. Travis towered over Germaine, shouting down at him as players in both red and white crowded the pair. Another flag was thrown onto the field and a chorus of boos sang out around the stadium.

Your hands found their way to your face, covering your cheeks in despair. Patrick managed to drag Travis away but you could still see the tension in his body, the anger flowing out of him. Above the crowd noise, the official tried to read out the penalty.

‘Personal foul. Unnecessary roughness, offense, number 87. He is ejected from the game.’

Your face fell in shock as the crowd erupted, a mixture of cheers and boos. Your body was frozen to the spot as you watched Travis walk off of the field and into the tunnel, back to the locker-room. A feeling of dread washed over you as you sat back down in your seat.

Karly out her arm around you, “Well, that was shit.”

You sniffed a laugh, “Yeah, it was. I’ll speak to him after the game. Something was up with him, I’m sure of it. He wouldn’t have done that unprovoked.” You pointed a finger towards the field.

“Just hope they win this game, otherwise he’s going to be really pissed.” She squeezed you close.

The game ended as a bittersweet victory, all in thanks to 2 more touchdowns from the Chiefs, holding the lead until the final whistle. As you shuffled out of the stands, you searched for the way to the locker-rooms. Travis had gotten you clearance so you could see him after the game so as Karly waited by the bar, you showed your pass to the security guards and headed down the corridor.

You smiled at the various players whom you had met already as they passed you. Patrick threw you a wave and George Karlaftis pulled you in for a hug. “Go and cheer him up, would you? We’ve tried but nothing.” He said as he withdrew, turning away to leave the stadium.

You paused and took a deep breath before you pushed the door open, the air thick with steam and sweat. The room was empty but as you stepped further in, you saw a foot peeking out from around a corner. You waited for a moment before calling out into the room.

“Is it safe to come in?”

You heard a faint chuckle, “Of course, baby.” Followed by a couple of sniffs.

Travis was sat on a bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. He had already changed into a plain black t-shirt and some dark grey sweatpants, his hair slick wet. You gazed upon your boyfriend with furrowed eyebrows, his pain and anger radiating from him along with the damp heat from his shower.

“Baby-“

“I just snapped.” He looked up at you with red eyes.

You knelt down in front of him, placing your hands on top of his, “I know, I know. What happened?”

He stood up abruptly, pacing the locker-room with a frantic energy. You stayed still for a second before coming to your feet, staring into his back as he dropped his head.

“What happened, Travis?”

“That asshole Pratt, he just kept-“ His voice cracked.

You stepped closer to him, gently touching his bicep and pressing your lips to his back.

“He kept talking about you.”

You leaned your head away from him, your face filled with confusion, “What would he have to say about me?”

He turned to face you, his teeth gritted together, “That he saw your bikini pictures on your Instagram and afterwards, he had to take a cold shower. That he knows that a fine-ass woman like you could do better than a scumbag like me. That he made a bet with the team that he could make you cum 10 times in one night and he can’t wait to find out if he’s gonna win.” His voice began to shake.

You stared up at him, his face full of pain.

“I can’t have anybody talking like that about you, baby.”

You took hold of his face, staring deep into his eyes, “You cannot let them get to you, Travis. That’s all that ass-hole wanted, for you to react like that...and you did. He just wanted to distract you. This is your career and your life and it’s so important that you don’t get into trouble just for protecting me.”

“But baby-“

“Travis, you are too damn good and too damn talented. Fuck what anybody says, even if it is about me. I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He smiled softly, his eyes filling up with tears. He exhaled quickly and took you in his arms, “I’m so sorry.”

You laughed gently into his chest, “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just defending me, and I appreciate that. But only off of the field, okay?”

He pulled you away and gazed at you with his hazy eyes. He breathed deeply in silence for a second before nodding his head, “Okay.”

“I can’t have the man I love getting in bust-ups every game. I don’t think my nerves could take it.”

His eyes widened and he gripped your waist, “What?”

You smiled, “I’m in love with you, Travis.”

He leaned down and smashed his lips onto yours, running his hands through your hair and rubbing circles behind your ear with his thumb. You hummed into the kiss, pressing your body into his. His kisses slowly moved across your cheek and onto your neck, the words falling out of his lips and into your skin.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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[spliffymae]

nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

kio’s notes - wishin all y’all a hot girl/boy/person summer !!!!

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

#🌞🍃spliffymae #Spotify #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro #haikyu x black reader #anime x black!reader #angst #black yn

[littlediscoveredstars]

Alright I’m on my Yugioh shit, but I think what Pegasus did to Seto Kaiba was waaaay more personal than any other Yugioh villain.

None of my thoughts are organized, but I’ll try to get it out in some kind of way that makes sense.

Let me first start by saying that Seto Kaiba is a minor through the whole series. This is important to his character, almost more than the others, because it is exactly what he’s trying to erase about himself.

Kaiba dresses himself up in outfits that accent his masculine features similar to how an adult will. His shoulder pads make his shoulders seem broader. His coat goes inward to give a very triangular shape to his torso. He’s got belts everywhere (and while yes, this is just the style of Yugioh, I believe it cannot be completely written off as just that).

At the base of it, Kaiba wants to be seen as an adult. He NEEDS to be. He runs a company and is in near constant threat of being taken advantage of by others. We see this many times throughout the show, especially by Pegasus.

Now, to connect things once again. Kaiba is a minor who was thrust into adulthood far too early, yet, he engages in child-like activities. Duel Monsters, while used for their ancient shadow games, is still just a game. A game Kaiba is OBSESSED with, to the point he becomes the face of the Blue Eyes White Dragon.

(Which is his symbol of power and autonomy over others, which further proves why he so badly hates the ancient talk, but that’s another essay)

Pegasus is the created (re-created, technically) of Duel Monsters. He made the paintings, the cards, the rules. He shows in many tournaments (assumed based off episode 2) and given how much Kaiba has won? I’m guessing they met before becoming business partners.

In short, it makes sense that Pegasus would be an important figure to Kaiba. Maybe an idol, an inspiration, or whatever it might be. Kaiba saw Pegasus and saw a man who’s game kept him alive through his years with Gozaburo, who gave him a connection to his own brother.

Pegasus is powerful. Pegasus has full control of his own actions. He is everything Kaiba wants and changed KaibaCorp. to be.

A little ways down the line, Pegasus becomes his business partner. Kaiba gets to work a littler closer with him. We never see what exactly that entailed besides letting Kaiba use the Blue Eyes (and other cards) without copyright issues and Pegasus using the holographic stages, but even that is a significant exchange.

(Makes me wonder if things hadn’t turned out the way they did, would Kaiba and Duke Devlin view him the same way?)

Then, Pegasus starts Duelist Kingdom. He uses Kaibams vulnerability to his advantage and steps in to take over. He kidnaps Mokuba, then takes his soul and shows it off like a trophy.

Pegasus has not just betrayed Kaiba’s trust, but he turned into a real person for Kaiba. It shows him that, just like everyone else, Pegasus is greedy and selfish. He takes what Kaiba worked so hard for, what he loves, just because he can. And he does so with the same smiles and teasing as before.

It’s beyond disappointment. This is heating your favorite person side with your abusers. This is a childhood hero watching you get kicked and laughing as he kicks you alongside them.

So, naturally, Kaiba won’t forgive him. We see in Battle City how bruised Kaiba’s ego is. He’s mad at Yugi, he’s mad at Izushi, no one is saved from his ire. Even Mokuba gets the short stick every so often. He is compensating BIG TIME and it’s directly connected to how things went over last season.

Might I add that Duelist Kingdom takes place less than a year after Kaiba took over KaibaCorp? This is a still pretty fresh CEO with some very big trauma that he simply has not dig into yet.

I think in a world where Pegasus was not so disillusioned by his own desperation to revive Cecelia, he would’ve been a good mentor to Kaiba. They both have a love for games, for the visual experience (painting and holograms) and they’re both very particular. Honestly, their traits would work relatively well, all things considered.

But it didn’t and we see Kaiba go through cycle after cycle of trying to get better and stumbling every step of the way.

Anyway, that’s my TedTalk. As a Pegasus enjoyed and Kaiba analysis, I found this topic very fascinating.

#yugioh #seto kaiba #maximillion pegasus #pegasus j crawford #character analysis #duelist kingdom #not toonshipping! #essay #cycles of abuse

[garoujo]

“OH, YOU WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?” — HANMA SHUJI

you and your boyfriend decide to add a little more thrill to your relationship.

♱ warnings — ghostface!hanma, f!reader, cnc, knifeplay, reader is a great actress, predator x prey kink, mask kink, creampies, shuji is a tease, fingering, choking. ꒰ word count : 4k ! ꒱

♱ note — here we go ! probs the kinktober piece i was most excited 2 write so hopefully u guys enjoy it 2 . tysm 2 rekha @/21-06-1996 & paradis @/blueparadis 4 reading through some of it 4 me <3

RETURN TO KINKTOBER MLIST ♱ REGULAR MLIST

it’s somewhere between 11pm and 12am you’d assume by the way the sky seems to have darkened outside of your apartment. the day had went by normal enough, you went to work, turned down some plans for drinks with your work colleagues and then you came home as normal — as planned.

but there’s a tinge of anticipation that’s present from your fingers to your toes, something you can’t quite place as you flick through the channels on the tv, sinking deeper into the couch when you settle on some cheesy slasher flick with a shrug, october and all. it’s the season for them.

your boyfriend, hanma is at work, so you’re home alone tonight — bowl of popcorn and a blanket that felt warmer when his daunting figure was underneath it with you.

for about an hour, you’re content — fishing around for the sweetened kernels at the bottom of your bowl with a sigh. your movies just kicking off, not that you’re paying much attention as you flick through the stories your friends are posting on instagram, trying to ignore the fact that he should’ve called by now, he normally did around this time.

but now you’re restless and worried, deciding to make another round of popcorn to soothe your nerves before you start pacing and it works, for a moment, before you’re back on the couch in the exact same position watching the exact same movie.

then you hear it, the first ring and you reach for your phone a little too quickly for you not to have been waiting, except it’s not him — it’s a number unknown, but maybe it’s because he’s at work.. you tell yourself to ease the uncomfortable shift in the air.

“hello?” you answer after letting it ring a few times, and you let hope linger in the air where you take a breath before it’s swallowed by the unfamiliar, distorted voice that answers back.

“hello.” their voice is smooth but.. not who you were expecting and you can’t shake the way your shoulders seem to slump with the reply. “hi, can i.. help you?” you ask, trying not to sound too disappointed that it wasn’t the man you seek.

“who is this?” the sound of the television on your end goes from near full volume to something a little lower, and your brows furrow almost instinctively at their question.. because, didn’t think they call you?

“who are you trying to reach?” you snort and you hear the person on the other side of the phone hum in a way that tells you they’re not too sure. “i’m not sure.. what’s your name?”

there’s another change in the air, one that makes you bring your feet up onto the lip of the couch at their question before you reply quickly, not wanting to let the silence they let stay linger.

“i’m sorry.. i think you have the wrong number.” a beat of silence followed by a cocky reply, “do i? then how about you tell me your name and i’ll tell you mine.” before you breathe and continue “no thanks, im waiting on a call but have a good night.” you don’t give them an opportunity to answer this time, and you’re pretty sure you cut off whatever they were next going to say.

but you feel cold suddenly, acutely aware of the noises outside your apartment as you sit your phone facedown on the table, and try to focus on the film you suddenly don’t feel like watching anymore.

but then it rings again, and you want to mentally punch yourself for letting your head turn a little too quickly — another unknown number, but maybe just a coincidence.. right?

“hello?” followed by a reply that’s a little too quick. “oh, i’m sorry. not the call you were waiting for?” but you curse yourself for the way their teasing seems to make your lips break into a whisper of a grin. “not this time..” you breathe and they don’t stop with that. “no? don’t wanna talk to me instead?”

“yeah, nice try. again—have a good night, see ya.” you feel a little unsettled when your phone hits the table this time, the caller was probably innocent but something seems.. strange. your neck feels unbearably warm and it takes a few moments for you to pull yourself off the couch before you’re retreating to the kitchen — splashing your face with some cold water to calm yourself down.

you let yourself take a moment, look in the fridge like the contents will have changed since the last time you were in there. but then even from the kitchen you hear the ring of your phone from the living room, and you’re suddenly aware of the goosebumps ripping across your arms.

but you stride quickly, not bothering to give the caller id a second glance because — it won’t be, right?

“uh, hello?” you repeat, and you think you’re suddenly sick of hearing the greeting. “don’t hang up on me.” there’s a drop in their tone this time, but it’s the same drawled out, smooth sound — followed by a long exhale like they’re smoking a cigarette or releasing a held breath.

“what do you want?” you shift, suddenly not feeling like sitting back down in your previous spot. “to talk, kill some time.. nice night for it, don’cha think?” you can’t see them, but you can tell they’re smiling with the way you hear their words curl around the expression.

“i’m kind of busy.” you’re lying but your hairs suddenly standing on end, “oh? but your movies almost over.. isn’t it? so how about you play with me instead, doll?” the petname is a low growl, but your heart pounds at the words before it, sucking in an uneven breath as you let your gaze dart to the movie still playing on the tv then the rest of your darkened apartment.

“how.. how did you know i was watching a movie?” your heart pounds with your sentence and you swear they must be able to hear it when they breathe out a chuckle in response.

“don’t look so scared, babydoll. you just look like you could use a little.. company.”

the line dies before you have a chance to hang up, but with the few steady knocks on the door of your apartment that follow in the silence you feel a shock of something shoot down your spine, and you can feel the uneasy pants you’re taking against your palm when it slaps over your mouth to muffle your shriek.

but then the silence settles, again. besides the pounding of your heart and the ringing in your ears, it’s still quiet enough for you to be able to hear the lock click when it turns — making you push yourself up against the wall in the hallway as you try to steady your breathing, putting you out of sight from the doorway.

this can’t be happening.

it’s unnerving the steady, slow steps you hear sound around the corner behind you, the way they enter your apartment over the erratic beat of your heart, combat boots against the hard wood floor that feel like they kick your feet out from underneath you with each step.

you could probably make it to your bedroom if you ran fast, maybe the bathroom so you can find someone to call — you’re not supposed to call him while he’s at work. but you think this might be an exception when you hear the door slam loud enough for it to startle you, followed by another low chuckle.

your palm is pressed so tight against your mouth you can barely breathe, your lungs feel like they quake but you can’t risk him hearing you — finding you, as you try to inch yourself further away from the front of your apartment.

you don’t give it much more thought, you hear his steps fade into the kitchen and you decide to put the adrenaline coursing through you to good use — it’s all part of the game, his game. but you feel your head twitch in the general direction down the hallway before you’re off.

but it doesn’t take long for him to hear you, you’re running.. but he’s not, not yet atleast. but he knows where you are.

you’re listening over your shoulder, following it with a glance and you watch the way his taller, intimidating form rounds the corner and his shadow seems to be gaining on you alarmingly quick considering you got a head start. he lets you see the peak of the blade, then he sprints, and he’s faster than you — long legs taking long, purposeful strides towards you as he enters the long stretch of hallway.

your heart is throbbing, a lick of fear curling down your spine and you can’t afford to waste any breath with a scream — but you gasp despite the way your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest.

the distance he’s closing is quickly filling your ears, you can feel the warm air rush over your too hot skin as you run and the floor slams under your shared footsteps.

your decision has to be quick, the bathroom or the bedroom and you allow yourself a few moments you don’t have to think it over — opting for the bedroom, the doors open and you don’t have the time to kill to turn the handle to the bathroom.

but he’s trained, reflexes honed, he’s a killer after all — he can see your movements before you even make them, he can pick up on your body language or follow the direction you even do much as glance in.

and he’s right behind you when you when you make your little decision, fingertips already outstretched to reach and curl into the skin around the back of your neck.

you twist to your right, nearly losing your footing as you go to dart into the bedroom and slam the door, and your trip catches him off guard, makes him spit out a curse, only for a second. but he’s faster — your attempts to lose him, to shove him away are all in vain when you hear the heavy thud of the door hit the boot suddenly logged in the doorway instead of click into place when you try to slam it closed.

you can’t run anymore, you’re frozen when he comes into view as it bounces back open and you feel like you can finally take him in.

you can’t see his face, it’s covered by a mask — one you’ve seen a lot recently, october and all. it’s the season for them. but he’s a daunting presence from where he looms in the doorway, a muscle tight black shirt and black jeans—one arm resting against the doorway above him, not that it stretches far given his height. while the other almost mockingly, playfully lets the knife sway by his side — like he’s swinging intertwined hands or a purse, but it’s anything but.

no, it’s much more dangerous than that, he’s dangerous.

“gotcha. you’re a slippery little thing, aren’t ya?” he drawls in a sweet tone that almost turns your stomach, you can’t see his expression from behind the ghostface mask—but you can hear that he’s smiling, like he’s toying with his prey.

“please don’t! m-my boyfriend will be home soon, he’ll.. shit—he’ll track you down if you hurt me.“ you sound pathetic, whimpering and pleading, but fuck—he loves you like this, it’s exhilarating letting the blade tap along his covered temple like he’s scratching an itch before he’s cutting you off with disorienting grab to your jaw.

“oh, what’s wrong, doll? scared?” he grits but he knows you won’t answer with his palm now resting along your mouth to squeeze at your cheeks. black kanji barely visible under the dimly lit room, sin and punishment.

you can feel tears in your eyes, maybe it’s the way his fingertips are digging into your cheeks or maybe it’s him, his daunting presence and the blade in his other hand, and you feel yourself sway when he makes you look up at him.

you try to shove him off, turn back to try and run again but you’re snagged in his web now when he yanks you back down to earth. he takes you down heavily until your chest is hitting the mattress and you feel his hand clamp around your waist — reaching up between your breasts to squeeze his hand around your throat and drag you back a few measly inches until you’re against his chest.

“too bad, you could’ve made it too. but i think it’s about time i take my prize.” he growls, giving you a shake as his palm presses hard against the middle of your throat, making your eyes flutter before they widen when you feel cold metal smooth along the curve of your waist, and you finally go limp.

“atta girl. see, you’re a sweet little thing, just need a little time.. right?” his hips rub up against your ass with his words, letting you feel the impressive strain of his hard cock through his jeans, but then you feel him pull off of you to let his hand mould to your trembling thigh instead.

his fingertips squeeze at the skin before he’s twisting you onto your back and standing between your legs — almost menacing from this angle, but he lets you breathe.

“but you’re mine now.. so where should i start, hm?” he spits, voice straining under the weight of his desire as he lets his blade trace up the skin his hand used to occupy — featherlight along your thigh before it’s tracing along the waistband of your sweats, and he pauses with his next growl.

he lets it trace along your skin, up your abdomen until you’re tensing under his touch — adrenaline still making you shake when he groans and just barely drags the blade higher. “here?” he hums as he lets it rest against your chest, his movements careful and steady before he’s bringing the cool metal back down to your waistband. “or here?”

you really were the perfect, helpless victim.

“p-please.. please.” your voice is tight with need, lifting your hips to try and rock against his before his large, free palm is pressing you back tight against the mattress — tall stature looming over you as he lets the blade trace up by your neck, and he groans in delight at the wild look in your eyes he’s meet with.

“there we go, babydoll. that’s more like it, let me hear you beg for it.” he goads loudly, amused but wrecked when he lets his fingers trace down to squeeze at your pussy through your sweats, chuckling at the mess and warmth he can already feel beneath the fabric.

“oh, you’re a twisted little thing, aren’t you?” and fuck—does hanma love it.

you nod quickly, panting out sweet like uh-huhs followed by whispered pleas, like you’re chanting mantra’s as you squeeze your legs around his middle. “fuck me.. please, i’ll be good.. i’ll be quiet. just please.” you sound so pretty, like the perfect prey he knew you’d be — and he can’t wait any longer.

“that’s it. good fucking girl.” he breathes through clenched teeth before you hear the knife clatter on the floor at the other side of the room. he’s much too preoccupied with tearing through the fabric of your sweats and panties, panting hard when he yanks them down just enough to hang around one ankle, before he leans back to rip his pants and belt open afterwards.

finally seeing his cock twitch with the first sting of sexual freedom makes you arch, yearning when you let your eyes sweep over the thick curve of him.

his chest is heaving with heavy breathes as he takes you in beneath him, letting his fingers swipe through your folds to tease the slick gathered between them before he’s sinking two into your cunt. grunting when he’s not met with much resistance, but you hiss at the stretch his thick fingers provide you with — feeling it burn and sizzle into something that burns along your body.

he sinks them into you a few more times after that, scissoring them until you’re a puddle of mewls and whines and you’re basically fucking begging him to just hurry up and fuck you when you send him a doe-eyed look, thighs twitching when he rubs a few sticky circles into your clit before pulling his fingers out of you with a growl.

his slender fingers in sin wrap around the base of his cock before he’s letting his head roll back with a few rough strokes of his palm, pinning your hand above your head when you reach for him as he leans over your figure to rub the blunt head along your slick folds.

you’re not sure if it was the adrenaline, the chase and the anticipation igniting your veins but you’re fucking soaked, feeling the first silky grind of his cock split through your folds before it’s catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows. “fuck sake, doll.”

you feel his palm press back hard against your throat when your legs curl around his waist, pulling him close as he pushes you so deep against the mattress your back arches.

you can hear the way he’s panting even behind the mask, fingers twitching into your skin everytime he pulls himself deeper into the desperate hug of your pussy.

“fuckin’ knew you wanted it, a pretty little thing like you all alone on a scary night like tonight.” the way your nodding is instinctive, driven by the way your desperately rubbing your slick along his throbbing cock — greedily trying to force him closer through each growled ramble from his lips. before he finally parts your folds and sinks into your twitching cunt. “f-fucking asking for it, weren’t you?”

you’re barely prepped and so fucking tight hanma thinks he might pass out now that’s finally wrapped in you, his large palms dragging your hips down onto his cock as your body shakes — lips parting to moan as your fingers twist in the fabric of his black shirt.

“look at me. fuck, eyes on me, babydoll. that’s it.” his words are an order, natural dominance dripping from his tone as he pushes past the spots inside of you that make you twitch. his fingers twist along your jaw once more to keep your gaze on him, until his hips are pressed tight against your own with a shameless, ragged moan that makes your long lashes flutter and kiss along your cheeks.

the way he drags his cock out of you is slow, wet after he’s given you a few moments to get used to the thick spread of him, and the first draw back of his hips feels like it lasts forever until only the blunt head remains.

but then he gives your cheeks a playful tap before his hands are back squeezing at your hips again, and the slap of his hips back into you almost knocks all of the air from your lungs.

everything about this, him. the chase, the hunt, the way he looks over you has only drove to this point, added to the twisting pleasure you feel stir in your abdomen, you’re wound up so tight and you feel like you could already burst when he grinds his cock into you, you’re already so close.

but his pace doesn’t let up, he’s driving his hips into yours like an animal as he fucks you into the mattress — pressing his pelvis tight against your slick folds with every wet connection of his hips as he swirls his hips into yours. “already? yeah? feel so fuckin’ tight.. pussy’s real fucking greedy.”

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like he reaches, and his quick, intense pace only seems to grow heavier — your body jolting as he digs his cock up into your pussy.

hanma can hear your need, your want for him in the way your moaning pretty with each sharp exhale as you head tilts back, his grip dragging you along the bed as he pushes himself even deeper into you. he’s pressing up against the swollen spots inside of you and when you feel his fingers come to squeeze along the sides of your throat once more, all you can do is take it as you lose yourself in the controlled anaphylaxis that makes your head spin with pleasure.

“shu-shuji! it feels so good.” you gasp, and the sweet sound of your slip up, the sound of his name makes him shudder against you and grunt before he’s rushing to pull the mask over his head, throwing it on the floor beneath you. “holy shit—i know, babydoll. don’t hold back on me now.”

you’re finally able to take in the way his hair is flat, framing his handsome, flushed features and the blown, amber in his gaze when he sends you a crooked grin followed by another low groan as he sucks his lower lip between his teeth.

hanma curls himself over you with the next tight squeeze of your cunt around him, before he’s pulling you in for a kiss, it’s needy and wild and so much of him that it makes your pussy throb when he sucks on your tongue. he’s been waiting to taste you all fucking night.

his thrusts begin to lose their pace as he presses deep into your body, stuttering just as he begins to lose himself in you. in the pleasure he’s earned, the pleasure he owns. “my babydoll. ran so hard for me, did so fuckin’ good.”

you feel hanma’s palm squeeze around your thigh before he’s hiking it higher around his hips and the new angle only fans the fire your orgasm sparks along your veins, feeling him pull away from your lips to mouth at your throat as he digs your orgasm out of you himself.

“fucking cum for me, doll.” he grits before your body seems to listen, your orgasm hitting you so hard and good that it almost hurts as your toes curl, fingers moving to claw along hanma’s shoulders as you cream around his cock.

but he doesn’t stop, not even when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him — the vibration of his groans echoing somewhere deep in his chest as his cock throbs inside of your soaked cunt.

“pussy’s made to fuckin’ take me. mmm, shit.. yeah? my fuckin’ pussy.” his pace stutters at the milking compression of your walls, gritting his teeth before he curses and groans sharp. his amber gaze is narrowed between your bodies to watch your cream pool around the base of his cock, your walls throbbing with every unforgiving push of his hips before hes kissing you once more as he cums, just as he likes.

hanma cums thick and heavy inside of you when he feels your tongue push against his, swallowing both of your groans into the kiss as he pushes his load into your puffy cunt. he’s slurring curses against your lips as he almost pins you completely, continuing to fuck into your sensitive pussy until you’re both spent and he’s rolling off of you with a long sigh.

you let the silence settle as you both catch your breath, turning to meet his gaze from where he’s peeking at you underneath where his forearm rests over his eyes.

“shuji, you’re too fast! it’s no fair!” you start, and your usual tone of voice only seems to draw hanma in as he returns to his place leaning over you, pressing a gentle kiss against your pouty lips that’s a sharp contrast to how hard he’s just fucked you.

“that’s ‘cause im a killer, doll.” he hums before he’s playfully biting at your cheek, chuckling when you swat him back into his previous position on his back with another cute pout that makes him pull you against his chest anyway.

“i so wouldve got away too.” you try to reason but it only makes your boyfriend chuckle, amused as you brush the dual coloured hair away from his face when he looks at you — catching your hand with his own before he’s giving your fingers a short peck and resting them both against his chest.

“bullshit, they always kill the hottest ones first. you were never making it to the sequel.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[soyeonsbabygirl]

Can you do like y/n cursing bc she was mad and idle members not liking it and they told yuqi/minnie (chose one) to put her in her place (G!P)

Why have 1 when you can have 2✌️😜 maybe I’ll make Pt.2….this was so fucking hot..

Language!

The girls loved you. You were their pride and joy, their sweet maknae, pretty, and overall just the happy pill of the group. They loved seeing you smile and would do anything to keep it on your face, that being said…they find you getting more easily fustrated nowadays.

Maybe it was because of the stress of comeback season, maybe it was being tired of the shitty company, maybe you were overworked, or maybe you just were upset for reasons they didn’t know. Point is when you got annoyed or mad….you would curse.

It could be something small, like you mess up your part in a song, a small dance move, or whatever. The word would just fly out your mouth so naturally. the girls would hear “Fuck.” “SHIT!” “Bitch!” And they hated hearing it out your mouth.

Soyeon would glare at you when she heard you curse making you even more annoyed, Miyeon tried flicking your forehead to see if that would work but it only resulted in your forehead getting red and tears falling out your eyes (making Miyeon cry and apologize each time), Soojin would yell out “Language!” but that did nothing other than make you all pouty, Shuhua thought doing it back at you would cancel it out but if anything that made it worse.

The girls were out of ideas so they told Minnie and Yuqi to handle it making both girls smile. “Don’t worry, we know how to get our sweet y/nnie to stop” Minnie whispered to Miyeon giving her a kiss. “Good because if I hear one more swear out of her mouth I’m going to lose it!” Soyeon stressed making Yuqi laugh.

Yuqi and you were working on a dance. You were in charge of making the choreography for LUCID and you were doing good. But then you started stressing the little details on whether your motions were good and if it made sense.

Yuqi tried to remind you it was just a practice but you didn’t care, when you couldn’t get your arm movement down that’s when she heard it. “Fuck! I’m sick of this shit!” You had said so clear and loud Yuqi knew she didn’t mistake what she heard.

She walked over to you saying nothing. She turned you around and pushed you down to your knees, she took her pants off slapping her cock on your face.

It was obvious what she wanted you to do, but you were so frustrated you decided to be a brat. You crossed your arms in front of your chests looking at her with a pouty look. This angered Yuqi, not only were you cussing but now you were being a brat and not listening to her? Ok here it comes.

She pushed her tip to your lips making you open your mouth. She kept pushing til her whole cock was in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making you gag. She glared down at you with disappointment and arousal.

She held your face as she thrusted deep and hard in your mouth making you deep throat her. You gagged on her cock not use to her fucking your mouth with such intensity making her slap your face a bit.

“I’m gonna teach you how to watch your fucking mouth.” She growled out fucking your throat harder with each word. You had tears pricking your eyes but she didn’t care, “instead of cursing I’ll make you use this pretty mouth of yours for something else. I hate when you curse. It pisses me the fuck off.”

You only whined against her cock in response to what she said. Yuqi loved the way you whined against her cock, the vibrations it sent made her fuck your mouth harder. Tears ran down your face every time she snapped her hips into your mouth making her moan at the sight of you crying on her cock.

Lines of drool fell from your lips as Yuqi came closer, she let out moans closing her eyes as she prepared herself. She let out a loud deep moan as she came deep down your throat. She pulled out as she saw you hold it in your mouth your cheeks like chipmunks.

She held your head back making it impossible for you not to swallow. You listened and swallowed all of it, she let go of your face as you stuck your tongue out showing you swallowed. She smiled as she kissed your forehead. “Good girl.” She tucked her cock away back in her boxers and pants.

You were so wet and looked up at her with pleading eyes about to ask if she would fuck you. She held you slapping your face lightly as she shook her head. “Bad girls don’t get cum.” You pouted but leaned into her touch feeling upset but understood as you sighed.

She made sure that if she ever heard you curse again she would fuck your throat so hard you would barely be able to speak.

The other time you cursed you were alone with Minnie in the studio. You guys were working on the song for your upcoming comeback.

You kept re-recording this one part. You hated how it came out, it felt like every time you sang it or rapped it, each time sounded wrong. You didn’t know what it was but nothing was sounding right.

Minnie tried to give you words of encouragement but you were so distracted her praises fell on deaf ears. You tried to record this next part but stuttered messing up the line.

That’s when Minnie heard it, her face scrunching up to one of disgust. “Shit! I can’t get none of this shit fucking right!”

Minnie said nothing getting up from where she was pulling you out of the recording booth making you yelp. You were about to complain but she silenced you with a bruising kiss. She nipped your lips as her hands made their way underneath your shirt and harshly groped your skin.

You moaned softly against her lips as she laid you down on the couch. She put her thigh between your thighs parting them as she began to undress you.

Your fingers got tangled in Minnie’s hair as she went down marking your neck and collar bones. She took her cock out and pushed inside you with no warnings.

You both moaned as she began thrusting into you roughly not even giving you a minute to adjust. Just moving in and out of you causing you to moan and stutter. The couch thumping against the wall with each thrust.

“You wanna curse? Each time you even think of saying another curse word I’ll make sure you can barely speak only stutter.” You moaned unable to respond and when you did try all you could do was stuttered. Minnie smirked as she gripped your hips reaching deeper inside you.

She watched as you came down feeling your walls clenching down on her cock. She pulled out making you wail as you begged her to let you cum. She shoved her cock in your mouth harshly face fucking you til she filled your throat with cum.

She pulled out of your mouth putting her clothes back on as you beg and pleaded with her. She grabbed your face bringing you close to her lips. “Learn not to cuss as much slut and then I’ll let you orgasm.”

She pecked your lips going back to work on the song she was working on earlier. All as you laid there frustrated and horny.

#gidle #gidle thoughts #gidle smut #kpop gidle #idle smut #fem! reader #yuqi #minnie #g!p minnie #minnie idle #minnie smut #g!p yuqi #yuqi idle #gidle yuqi #yuqi smut #minqi

[mcdgarroth]

Ok, so it’s pretty well known that what divides most of the fandom is your view on Aaron’s character. I’m personally on the side that dislikes him (I mean no disrespect to people who do like him, however) but I never really see anyone delve in on why he is such a disliked character. (I apologize if you have) Maybe it’s because most are like me and sort of just ignore his existence lol.

But today, I felt like talking about this, because I love storytelling and hope to be an author one day and finding out the reason why a character that’s suppose to be the main love interest is so ill-received seems pretty important to know.

I think we should start off by looking at his character story-wise, and from the beginning. I think initially, he was never suppose to be as big of a character as he is now. Maybe he was suppose to be one of the guys that fall for Aphmau, but I don’t think he was meant to be endgame and especially not to this extent. I think it was only until Jason voiced him that they made him a self-insert that Aphmau falls for, who is Jess’ self-insert.

However, this was a change that they made late into the story so it seemed rushed and forced. I know many speculate that the reason why was because Jason was jealous over people shipping Jess’ self-insert with Garroth and Laurance, but since that’s only a rumor I won’t talk much about it.

Now, because of this sudden shift in the narrative where Aaron was this important character that Aphmau was just so in love with, it probably gave the audience a bit of whiplash since everyone was expecting either Garroth or Laurance.

I know for me personally, I was (and still am) a Garmau shipper. However, I was also perfectly fine with Laurance and Aphmau being endgame. Hell, I was fine with Laurance and Aphmau AND Garroth being endgame. So, when Aaron and Aphmau essentially adopted Lilith together, I got nervous, but thought maybe it was like Aphmau and Zoey. And this happened after Aaron confessed he used to have a son, so it made sense why he would step into a fatherly role. But then it was revealed at the end of season 2 that she was pregnant with his child, and I was disappointed.

Now, this leads us into the effect he has had on other characters, including himself. Many talk about how he ruined Garroth and Laurance’s characters, as they were then pushed aside in favor of him. I don’t think their characters were “ruined” but they definitely didn’t approve due to his presence.

The love triangle between Aphmau and the two of them was something very big in the story. Laurance displayed his feelings straight away towards her. Not only that, but expressed multiple times how he didn’t care who she ended up with, as long as she allowed him to stay by her side. And with Garroth, we only see hints on his true feelings up until it’s finally revealed in the season one final that he has loved her all along. I thought this was all done pretty well, especially since the whole love triangle thing has been used so much.

And what I especially like about this love triangle that stands out to me is the relationship between Garroth and Laurance. Usually in love triangles, if the two guys are friends, it’s because they were friends before they met the girl. However, in this instance, the two became close after they both met her and on top of that, they still managed to become friends even knowing that they loved the same girl. They even called each other brothers, and Laurance would even constantly urge Garroth to confess his feelings.

Me personally, I have never seen that done with a love triangle before. Maybe the guys were friendly with each other, but never devoted to each other like Laurance and Garroth were, on top of being devoted to the girl in the triangle.

Which makes it all the more disappointing when all of that seems to amount to nothing once Aaron was made center focus, especially since he did not have that connection to the other guys who were love interests like Garroth and Laurance did.

I don’t think their characters were ruined, because they are so much more than just love interests, but they were definitely negatively impacted by Aaron.

On second thought, however, maybe they were ruined to an extent since they were sort of made into even less than love interests, even though that is NOT how they started out. In season 3, Garroth seemed pushed aside, and Laurance was barely in it.

Now with Aphmau, her character, on the other hand, was ruined without a doubt. Especially in the eyes of many viewers.

I loved character Aphmau. She was one of my favorites from the very beginning, and when I take out Aaron, she is still one of my favorites. HOWEVER, (I’m saying that a lot) because of how rushed and out of no where Aaron appeared and became a love interest, it has made Aphmau’s actions and feelings become rushed and out of nowhere, and just flat out don’t make sense. This has caused many people to dislike her, especially when it was previously established that she had feelings for both Garroth and Laurance (ie the talk she had with Laurance after the wedding massacre)

Like Garroth and Laurance, Aphmau is also so much more than just a love interest. She started off as this woman who was so curious and excited about this new world despite knowing nothing of her past, to this mature leader who just wants to protect her people.

Throughout the series, we see how all she wants to do is help. A huge part of her character is just trying to be as helpful as she can. I remember crying when it was shown she missed Levin and Malachi growing up. I always loved when they showed the relationship between her and her kids.

I do think at times the hate can be too much (I’ve seen someone call her a s!ut, which you shouldn’t do. Don’t s!ut shame.) However, I don’t think it’s completely unwarranted, and I do get annoyed with her actions as well when it comes Aaron. Unfortunately, she’s one of those characters that fall victim to bad writing. When her and Aaron became center focus across all roleplays, not to sound dramatic, but it ruined both their characters, and, not to sound even more dramatic, the story overall.

This brings us to Aaron himself. Another character who has fallen victim to bad writing, but to an even larger extent. We never got much of a chance to get to know him individually outside of his tragic backstory before he became all about Aphmau. With Garroth and Laurance, they have connections outside of Aphmau. They love each other, and they love Dante. The three of them call themselves brothers. Garroth loves his mother and brothers, and Laurance loves his dad and sister. They both love Aphmau’s kids, Malachi even looks up to Laurance. Everyone in the village knows them and cares about them. But the same can’t be said about Aaron. Only Aphmau knows him, and cried over his death. He had that one cute moment where he saved Nekoette and she gave him an apple, but that was it. Katelyn even said herself that he just… doesn’t speak to any of them. Like he was just there. Except for moments with Aphmau. Once he became Jason’s self-insert, he was just a love interest who only did things for Aphmau, including literally dying.

We never really see them fall in love, we are just told that they are. In season 3, Aphmau says they were more than lovers and Shad, impersonating Aaron, says they’ve been through so much together in which Aphmau agrees… been through what?! Everything they’ve been through together, they gone through with everyone else. It was nothing that was really all that personal.

In Mystreet, things are a bit different in which they are developed more… just not well. Like Aphmau being a freshman and Aaron being a super senior… yikes. I know many think it was ok because they didn’t date until they were adults. But me being a 19 year old, I know there should be no reason why Aaron had a crush on Aphmau.

I want to point to a scene in particular in pdh in which they are babysitting together. Aphmau says Aaron should give her a baby using the stork, in which Aaron blushes at the idea of making a baby with her. This scene implies Aphmau doesn’t know how babies are made? Aaron was a legal adult who was in love with a 14 year old who didn’t even know how babies are made. Gross. And kids, including myself, watched this.

Sorry, off topic, I mean to only talk about Minecraft Diaries since I am a Minecraft Diaries account but felt I couldn’t talk about his character without bringing that up.

I feel like I could have liked Aaron if he was more than what he is. He’s such a huge character to all the roleplays, but at the same time, he isn’t all that. I wish the roleplays had gone into a different direction, but they didn’t and we are just gonna have to work with what we have.

I feel like there’s so much more I want to say but I can’t think what that could be, so I’m gonna end this here for now.

Thank you so much to whoever read this dumb essay about an almost decade old Minecraft roleplay series, lol.

And if I offended anyone, I apologize sincerely. That is never my intention. If you disagree with anything I said, I would be more than happy to hear your side of things.

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[bluedalahorse]

I think I’ll say this once, since I need to say it before I can move on to more excited posting about promos and things:

Obviously Young Royals means a lot to me. It’s become another way for me to connect with my hyphenated-American heritage and to start teaching myself Swedish again. It helped me survive a pretty brutal year of bullying at work. It made me confident enough to start the process of getting formally evaluated for autism and ADHD. I’ve been writing a 200k+ historical AU fanfic for YR—the kind of fic I always read and adored back in fandoms when I was younger, the kind of fic I wanted to write myself. I’m proud of the way that Heart and Homeland has made me a better writer, and I’m glad for the way it’s deepened my friendship with @heliza24. It is Young Royals in part that inspired by thesis on restorative justice in YA literature. When I was in the hospital last fall because I almost had a literal stroke from stress, I was comforted and kept calm by the fact that I was wearing a YR t-shirt and had a plush doll of a YR character sitting in my lap. And all of that is the short list.

As we come close to the release date, I hope that every single member of the fandom gets something they enjoy in the new season. I don’t think every person is going to get everything they want, but I genuinely hope there’s a moment, a scene, a line that brings them joy. We’ve all stuck with this series for a while, and I want us all to have something we can take with us. A little bit of sparkle for the road, if you will.

There’s of course the possibility that some of us get a lot of what we want, and others of us are let down. I know this was the case for season 2, and it feels naive to imagine that everyone in the fandom will be equally satisfied by season 3. I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’ll enjoy the hell out of it, but I’m also trying to prepare my heart in case it’s not what I wanted. I’m trying to gently talk to myself right now and say that even if the third season leaves me upset and unsatisfied—even if the writing takes a nosedive or it’s good writing but it’s just not what I wanted—that I still learned a lot about crafting stories and being myself and surviving hardship and thinking about systems and whatever else, from this show. That my experience with the first two seasons still matters, that my work on my fic is something to be proud of. If season 3 is a disappointment, Heart and Homeland will be my new canon. I’m sure there are other people out there talking themselves up in this way too. I know we’re all pushing through the pre-season jitters.

The other thing I’m trying to reconcile right now is how I feel about the promotional material that’s come out, and the conversations around that. Like on my own, I actually feel pretty great? It’s fun to see the new stuff come in? But then I think about the ratio of Wilmon to other things and some of the responses I’m seeing to that. And I see people say like “oh the show is back to focusing on what’s actually good about it” and “it’s great that they’re doing this because the audience doesn’t really care about characters who aren’t Wilmon.” And… hello? Aren’t I the audience? Tumblr isn’t too bad (most of the time) but then there’s like, Instagram, where the Netflix Nordic posted whole set of photos of different pairs and friendships from a whole bunch of shows, and there was one (1) picture of Sara and Rousseau and I saw enough comments where people were like “ew! Vomit! Give us Wilmon instead!” that like… y’all. Frida Argento is a human being and a damn good actress, and Lisa is a good writer of female characters, and like. We can celebrate that, once in a while. We can create space for her too. It’s not Frida OR Omar and Edvin. It’s Frida AND Omar AND Edvin AND Nikita AND Malte AND Nathalie AND Mimmi AND Fabian AND Samuel AND… look I could keep on listing but I’m going to get distracted if I do.

Like, man. I love Wilmon. Don’t get me wrong. I love the complexity their relationship can run with. There are lines heliza has written for them in fic that make me swoon and I am giddy about the part where I get to read them first. I love the glowsticks. I love Wilmon’s sense of humor and the part where they cheated at Vincent’s rowing race thing and their utmost commitment to being dumbass teenage boys against the world. The first week I saw the show and came into work (where we have an athletic field) I went and took a selfie on the field after covering my hands in those gross fake dots. Look. I am all in.

And also… I came to the show for Wilmon but I stayed for so much more. I would have watched Young Royals once or twice and said “that was pleasant” without ever getting back into fanfic after a decade away, if the show was only Wilmon. I do like Wilmon, but it wasn’t Wilmon who inspired my thesis on restorative justice or made me a better writer overall. I survived that year of bullying at work because I could come home and write my ensemble fanfic, especially the parts where I focused on the non-Wilmon pairing I was in charge of writing. I finally felt confident enough to be evaluated for AuDHD because of a connection I felt to a character who wasn’t Simon or Wilhelm. It was a plush doll of a non-Wilmon character who sat in my lap and kept me calm while I was hooked up to those scary machines in the hospital this past October.

I guess my one humble request is that people be thoughtful about how they use phrases like “everyone thinks” or “no one wants.” Not every member of the fandom has the same opinion, and not every member wants the same things out of season 3, and there are some of us who are happy about the new Wilmon content but who are still feeling a little hungry for more of our most beloved characters, and hope they’ll get meaningful storylines (and not get ignored) in season 3. I do know we probably won’t all get what we want, and that some of us will probably get more of what we want than others. I hope that whatever happens, we’ll all get something we want, and we can all be gracious about it, and continue to find meaning in the canon.

For the people here on tumblr who are already including me in their everyone… thank you, thank you, thank you. I hope you know who you are and I hope you know how much I appreciate you. And I do hope this Little Fandom That Could can keep going into all sorts of new creative places.

#young royals #young royals season 3 #young royals season 3 spoilers #yrs3 spoilers

[bad268]

18

Breaking News (Part 4)

(Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)

Warnings: Language, toxic parents, getting kicked out, Jos Verstappen, song referenced at the end belongs to One Direction

Pronouns: They/them (Third POV)

W.C. 1359

Chapter Summary: A snapshot through three big moments between Y/n and Max's friendship.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

(^Came from 2 pics on Pinterest)

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June 2003

The Monaco Grand Prix. The best of the best. The pinnacle of motorsport, everyone calls it. Except for one person, in particular, who didn't understand the hype. Y/n L/n, the child of two of the McLaren engineers. The five-year-old did not know what the point of driving in circles was nor did they want to find out. They were never interested in the cars their parents worked on. The McLaren cars were black and silver, not really appealing to a child’s eyes, unlike the bright, shiny Ferraris in the garage next to them.

The family had moved from the Netherlands to England, and this season, they traveled with the team as the parents were moved from factory and design to pitstop crew. Thus, they had to bring the child to every race.

They had just gotten to the track and were walking through the garages. The parents stopped to talk to a fellow group of engineers, catching up, but the child’s eyes caught the red car. Their eyes widened in awe at the size of the car, and they wanted to look closer at it. They raised their hand to tug on their parent’s hand, but the engineer just shrugged them off before going back to their conversation, completely disregarding the child. They huffed in disappointment at the denial of attention and walked over to the car anyway. 

The child walked straight up to the car, reaching out to touch it, but stopping short as they noticed their reflection in the shiny paint. They did not want to mess up the shine, so they dropped their hand into the pocket of the hoodie their parents made them wear. They walked around the car in fascination with everything. The color, the size, the tyres, everything. It’s different from the cars their parents work with, the child thinks; this one looks cooler.

“Wie ben je (Who are you)?” Another child asks the random child in his garage. He did not expect to see another child when he walked out of his father’s driver's room, so he was confused, to say the least.

“Mijn naam is (My name is) Y/n,” they responded as they walked up to the other child who was around their age. “De auto is mooi (The car is pretty).”

“Het is de auto van mijn oom (It’s my uncle’s car),” The child laughed. “Mijin naam is (My name is) Max. Ben Je Nederlands (Are you Dutch)?”

“Nee, maar ik woonde in Nederland (No, but I lived in the Netherlands).” 

~~

January 2014

It started as a minor disagreement between the McLaren engineers and their 15-year-old. The teen was struggling in school. Of all of the subjects they could fail, it was maths, and they were upset that the child was disrespecting their family name. The engineers did not go through all those years of college to have a child ruin their reputation like this.

“What do you mean you don’t understand quadratics and their formulas? What are you? Stupid?” One of them shouted at the teen.

“I’m trying my best, but the teacher doesn’t teach and the examples don’t make sense,” They explained weakly, already predicting how the parents will respond.

“I don’t give a shit!” The other parent yelled, slamming their hands on the table causing the teen to flinch and blink away tears that stung their eyes. “It is your responsibility to know the material. Why didn’t you ask for help before going and failing the fucking final?”

“I did ask for help,” They whispered, “You both said you were busy.”

“Get out,” One of the parents said, shockingly calm as they pointed to the front door. “Get out of our house. No child of ours would ever disrespect our name like this.”

“What?” The teen quickly rose their head, shooting between both of the adults, “But it’s January, and there's a storm! I’ll freeze to death out there!”

“Don’t care,” They responded coldly, turning their back on their child. “Leave before we call the police.”

That’s how Y/n found themself knocking on Max’s window at three in the morning with nothing but a small backpack of clothes on their back. It took a few minutes to wake him up, but once Max saw them on the ledge, he immediately sprung into action, pulling them into his room. Immediately, he noticed the redness of their face and neck. 

He took them over to his closet to give them a hoodie of his, helping them put it on as he saw that they couldn’t grasp the fabric. Their hands were bright red from the cold and Y/n could not close their fists enough to put the jacket on. Even if they could have, they were shaking too much, retreating into themself too much to put their arms above their head.

Max took it upon himself to wrap them up in his hoodie, not pulling their arms through just yet. He also grabbed the blanket he had been wrapped in before letting them in and wrapped it around their shoulders as well. Thinking that was enough, he pulled Y/n into his chest and continuously rubbed up and down their arm, attempting to generate as much heat into them as possible.

No words needed to be said for them to understand the situation. Max knew just as much about Y/n’s parents and Y/n knew of his. Something probably triggered them, and they kicked their child out again, he thought. He just wished they didn’t have to go through this every couple of months. They didn’t deserve it.

~~

May 2016

The Spanish Grand Prix was going to be chaotic, everyone knew this before it even started. Max had been switched with Daniil Kvyat from Toro Rosso to Red Bull, and it was very controversial. Despite the pressure he was facing, he took it in stride and scored not only his first podium but his first win as well. As if he could make a greater impression, he also because the youngest grand prix winner, taking the title from Sebastian Vettel.

“Maxie!” Y/n shouted, running into the garage to congratulate the youngest Formula 1 driver. “That was master class! Bravo!”

“Y/n, don’t you have someone else to bother?” Jos snapped when the teen walked up to Max after the podium. “We need to debrief.”

“I won’t listen,” They laughed, moving past Jos to take a seat behind Max as a form of support and dissuasion for Jos to insult Max’s performance. Just before taking their seat, they stopped to give Max a tight hug, whispering, “Je deed het geweldig (You did great), Maxie.”

Max nods silently as a thank you before turning his full attention to his fuming father as Y/n sits on the couch, turning their attention to their phone. However, the oldest of the group still refused to discuss while the distraction, as he viewed Y/n, was in the vicinity.

“Y/n, this is his job. Leave,” Jos pressed, snapping toward them and pointing toward the door.

“If you’re going to berate him like you do every race, you can do so with me here. Just know that I will be here to comfort and celebrate your son afterward because, newsflash, he’s better than you!” They chuckled, moving to stand in front of Jos. “Max won a race. You didn’t. Don’t come to me trying to criticize his performance when you couldn’t even dream of the things he’s accomplishing. He’s already more than you could ever be, and he’s only 18! You can admit that you’re jealous of your own son; we already know.”

Max and Jos were both speechless, something that didn’t happen often. Y/n smirked to themself as they decided to nail in the coffin. 

“Max Verstappen is a name now. Not Jos Verstappen’s son. He is Max Emilian Verstappen,” They said with a spiteful smile before adding, “You’re just upset that you will never be anything more than Michael Schumacher’s teammate.”

It was at that moment that Max knew he was in love with them, and he was going to marry them.

~~

April 2024

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[loveislandthegame]

my overall thoughts on season 7, writing edition: what in the world ? 😭 i cannot believe i thought this season was gonna be good. i’ll be joining rohan & S2 MC in the circus, since FB made me look like a damn clown. i don't even know where to begin

being a casa girl had so much potential, and it was something that a lot of players actually wanted, even before FB started doing these themed seasons. they really fumbled the bag here

i enjoyed casa amor. the guys were all unique, had their own dialogue, and it was cool to see their pre-established relationships (alex being the villa dad, bryson and rafa being partners in chaos, the beef between bryson & joyo) then we arrived in the villa, and it all went downhill from there:

everybody became an empty husk, so they could be forced into interchangeable roles: uma’s partner, bonnie’s partner, OG LI’s ex, loved up couple (summer/joyo or #rafne) to name a few. FB’s lazy asses ruined their own characters . why is alex, the supposed level-headed & mature one, being petty & childish af in my playthrough? 😭

MC literally had no thoughts, head empty. we barely participated in any of the challenges and games. it felt like we didn't do anything besides "get pulled for a chat" by your LI or the girls

the LI personality merge in this season was the worst it has ever been. all they do is agree with whatever you say, or tell you how great you are (gone are the days of LIs having their own interests, & getting extra dialogue because of that, like levi with artist MCs)

same problem as the most recent seasons, where MC doesn’t have friendships. she has a forced bestie, then potential LIs that sit around waiting for you to pick them, choose them, love them (they immediately disappear if you don’t pick them)

the plot made no sense at all. being a casa girl means we miss out on the first half of the season, but there were many different ways they could've shown what happened before we arrived (it couldve been something as simple as MC watching the show at home or during the jeep ride to the villa. lol) the timeline was inconsistent, so much important information was paywalled, and i’m pretty sure FB was just making shit up as they went along, since the drama with stephen and OG LI's ex genuinely came out of nowhere . he wasn’t previously mentioned in the beach hut, casa amor, nothing . his only purpose was to make the OG girl look bad.

speaking of the OG girls, what a disappointment . before we got to the villa, i honestly thought they were hinting at estelle and/or willow being LIs . even if they were forced to be our rival, they still could’ve had an interesting character arc . it would've been a lot more fun if she was like allegra, rather than OG LI's equivalent of suresh

i was gonna write, "why tf did she even make it to the finale?" but the answer is obvious : for the gem scenes. every damn volume, it's pay diamonds to upstage her, pay diamonds to clapback, pay diamonds so “your man” doesn't turn his head 🙄 it's already stupid enough, but it makes even less sense if you're not pursuing your OG LI

which leads me to the biggest problem of this season, the lack of branching. you're given the illusion of choice, everything leads to the same outcome . i didn't think it could get any worse, until i saw what happens when you choose the money . does your LI storm off? nope. they make you do the treasure hunt anyways...to win you back ??😭 MC should've called security on their ass

s7 had a promising start but ended up being a flop. it was better than s5, but that's really not saying much . i wish FB would just take their time—s1 and 2 had a whole year long gap between them. but it's clear that rushed seasons are gonna be the norm, season 8 is dropping in february . capitalism ruins everything luv x

#making a separate post about the art for the sake of my own eyes...i really hate making long posts #love island the game #litg #litg season 7 #litg s7 #litg spoilers

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Changing Channels

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Dean and I were sitting on the bed of our motel, watching Dr. Sexy, MD. Both of us pretty into it as Dr Palmer and Dr Piccolo enter an elevator then they start making out as the doors shut.

"What are you guys watching?" Sam asked us. "Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book." Dean replied. "It is." I said. "When did you hit menopause?" Sam asked Dean. "Her fault." Dean said, pointing at me. Sam looks over at me with a questioning look. "Hey, you complained until the sex scenes began." I said and Sam gives an understanding nod.

“Well, that explains why he’s into it. But I’m a little surprise that you are, (y/n). Just doesn’t seem like your type of show.” Sam said. “Everyone’s got a poison. Nothing wrong with some junk food entertainment every once in a while.” I said and Sam shrugs. “Fair enough.” He said, with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t call this junk food. Remember the two part season finale?” Dean asked me, giving me a knowing and suggestive look. “Dean, that finale was basically just porn. It had like three separate sex scenes in them.” I said. “Was still good finale.” Dean muttered as he got up and turned off the TV. I shook my head at him and stood up as well.

Sam grabs his suit jacket off the other bed and puts it on. "You guys ready?" Dean asked us. "Are you?" Sam asked and Dean grabs his keys and walks out.

"One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly?" The officer asked us. "Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off." I said. "Bill Randolph died from a bear attack." the officer said, firmly. "How sure are you that it was a bear?" Sam asked him.

"What else would it be?" the officer asked. "Well, whatever it was it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom." Dean said and the officer looks between us.

"Is that common, a bear doing all that?" I asked him, suspiciously. "Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears." the officer said. "Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing." Sam said. "Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman." the officer said.

"She said bear." Dean said, questioning. "Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused." the officer said, defensively. "What did she say?" I asked.

Later, the boys and I were sitting at a table with Kathy Randolph. "No, it must have been a bear. I mean, what else could it have been?" Kathy said, obviously unsure. "Mrs. Randolph, what do you think it was?" Sam asked her.

"No, I, I remember clearly now. It was definitely a bear." Kathy said, shaking her head. "We're sure it was. But see, it helps us to hear every angle. So just tell us what you thought you saw." Dean said. "It's impossible, but...I could have sworn I saw...the Incredible Hulk." Kathy said which is the last thing I expected her to say.

"The Incredible Hulk." I said, confused. "I told you it was crazy." Kathy said. "Bana or Norton?" Dean asked. "Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk." Kathy said. "Lou Ferrigno." I said and she nods. "Yes." she said. "Spiky-hair Lou Ferrigno." I specified. "Yes." she said and I hum at this then I exchange a look between the boys.

"You think I'm crazy." Kathy said, disappointed. "No. Uh, no, it's just...is there, uh, would there be any reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, would have a grudge against your husband?" Dean asked. "No." she said. "No." Dean repeated.

Back at the motel, Dean and I were looking on our laptops when Sam comes in. "Hey." Sam said as we look up at him.  "Find anything?" Dean asked him. "Well, uh, I saw the house." Sam said. "And?" Dean and I asked.

"And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like, uh—" Sam trails off. "A Hulk-sized hole." I said. "Maybe. What do you two got?" Sam asked us. "Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper. He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry." Dean said and I chuckle.

"So a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead. Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn't it?" Sam asked and Dean snorts. "It's all starting to make sense." Sam said.

"How is it starting to make sense?" I asked him. "Well, I found something else at the crime scene." Sam said and he pulls a handful of candy wrappers out of his pocket. "Candy wrappers." he said and he drops them. "Lots of them." Sam adds. 

"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill 'em—we're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we?" Dean asked I groan. "Sure looks like it." Sam said. "Good. I've wanted to gank that mother since Mystery Spot." Dean said. "You sure?" I asked him. "Yeah I'm sure." Dean said.

"No, I mean are you sure you wanna kill him?" I asked him. "Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me a thousand times." Dean said and I sigh. "No, I know, I mean, I'm just saying—" I started to say. "What are you saying? If you don't want to kill him, then what?" Dean asked me. "Talk to him?" I suggested.

"What?" Dean asked me, disbelieving. "Think about it, Dean. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him." I said. "For what?" Dean asked. "She has a point, Dean. The Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song—maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this angels and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us." Sam said and I nod. "Exactly." I said and Dean looks between us.

"You guys are serious." He said. "Yeah." Sam and I said, in unison. "Ally with the Trickster." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, guys." Dean said,  sarcastically. "The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just saying it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him." Sam said and Dean sighs.

"How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?" Dean asked. "Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He'll show." I said 

"Um, Dispatch? I, I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6?" A voice said in the police scanner as Dean and I sharpen a couple of wooden stakes. "Hey." Sam said to us and we stop working and focus on the scanner. "Roger that. What are you looking at there, son?" Dispatch asked him. "Honestly, Walt, I, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing. Just—send everybody." the guy said. "All right, stay calm, stay by your car. Help's on the way." Dispatch said and Sam turns off the scanner.

"That sounds weird." Dean points out. "Weird enough to be our guy." Sam said and we get up and go.

We pull up to the warehouse and get out of the Impala. Strangely, there was no one else in sight. "There was a murder here, and there's no police cars. There's nobody. How's that look to you boys?" I asked them. "Crappy." Sam said and Dean goes to the trunk and pulls out three stakes and three flashlights, handing each one to me and Sam.

Then he closes the trunk and we begin to enter the building, I take the lead. But there was nothing inside just a normal looking abandoned warehouse. "Well...this is disappointing." I said and I turn around, only to see that I was alone.

"Dean? Sam?" I called out as I look around, my heart beating against my chest. "Boys?" I called out again as I couldn't find them. "Guys, this isn't funny!" I yelled as I go to the front door and go outside and look around to also see the Impala gone. "What the hell?" I muttered, confused and fearfully, and I look around myself. "SAM!? DEAN!?" I call out in a panic.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam and Dean, both wearing white lab coats, walk out into a white hallway. They look around and at each other and themselves. "What the hell?" Dean asked. "Where's (y/n)?" He asked as a blonde doctor and an asian doctor made, Dr Wang, pass by them.

"Doctor." The blonde doctor greets Sam and Dean. "Doctor." Dr Wang greeted them. "Doctor?" Sam said, confused, while Dean opens the door they just entered through. It leads to a janitor's closet where a man and a woman are making out.

Dean closes the door, looking freaked, while a brunette doctor, who bears a remarkable resemblance to Dr Piccolo from Dr. Sexy, MD, turns away from the receptionist's desk and approaches Sam and Dean.

"Doctor." She said then she slaps Sam. "Ow!" Sam exclaimed in pain. "Seriously." the brunette growled. "What?" Sam asked her. "Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward." The woman said, dramatically.

"Um. What are you talking about?" Sam asked and she slaps him again. "As if you don't know!" She shouts then she stalks off. "I don't believe this." Dean mutters as he stares at the brunette, in awe. "What?" Sam asked, annoyed. "That's Dr. Piccolo." Dean said.

"Who?" Sam asked. "Dr. Ellen Piccolo. The sexy yet earnest doctor at—" Dean starts to explain then he looks at the sign behind the receptionist's desk and gestures at it angrily, reading it aloud. "Seattle Mercy Hospital." he said.

"Dean. What the hell are you talking about?" Sam asked him. "The doctor getups. The, the sexy interns. The seriously's. It all makes sense." Dean said. "What makes sense? What's going on?" Sam asked, angrily. "We're in Dr. Sexy, MD." Dean states.

Minutes later, the brothers walk through the hospital corridors. "Dude, what the hell." Dean said. "I don't know." Sam said. "No, seriously, what the hell." Dean said, a bit panicked. "I don't know." Sam exclaims. "One theory. Any theory." Dean said. "Uh, the Trickster trapped us in TV Land." Sam said.

"That's your theory. That's stupid." Dean grumbles. "You're the one who said we're on Dr. Sexy, MD." Sam said. "Yeah, but TV land isn't TV Land. I mean, there's actors and, and lights and crew members, you know. This looks real." Dean said. "It can't be. Dean, how can this possibly be real?" Sam asked. "I don't know." Dean said, shrugging, as Dr Wang walks past.

"Doctors." She greets as she walks on. "There goes Dr. Wang. The sexy but arrogant heart surgeon." Dean said as he watches her go down the corridor and sees her pass a man sitting on a gurney. "And there's Johnny Drake. Oh, he's not even alive, he's a ghost in the mind of—" Dean said just as another brunette doctor enters, sitting next to Johnny. "Of her. The sexy yet neurotic doctor over there." Dean finished.

"So...this show has ghosts? Why?" Sam asked him. "I don't know. It is compelling." Dean said. "I thought you said you weren't a fan." Sam said, suspiciously. "I'm not. I'm not. It's (y/n) that's the fan." Dean said. "Speaking of (y/n), where is she? Why didn't the Trickster trapped her here with us?" Sam asked. "No idea. But she'd be freaking out if she saw this." Dean said then he sees something and just stares.

"Oh boy." Dean said.

"What?" Sam asked him.

"It's him." Dean said.

"Who?" Sam asked as Dr Palmer comes down the corridor. "It's him, it's Dr. Sexy." Dean said and Dr Palmer stops next to Sam and Dean then looks at Dean. "Doctor." he greets and Dean looks down, hiding his smile. "Doctor." he said then Dr Palmer addresses Sam. "Doctor." Dr Palmer said and Sam nods then Dean whacks him. "Doctor." Sam said, through gritted teeth.

Then Dr Palmer addresses Dean "You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl?" he asked and Dean's expression goes from awed through confused. He glances at Sam, then back. "One reason?" he asked and Dr Palmer nods. "Sure." Dean said then he looks down then noticed something. 

Dr Palmer is wearing white tennis shoes. Dean slams him against the wall. "You're not Dr. Sexy." he growls. "You're crazy." Dr Palmer said. "Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes." Dean yelled and Sam scoffs a laugh. "Yeah. You're not a fan." he said, sarcastically. "It's a guilty pleasure." Dean yells at Sam.

"Call security." Palmer said to the others. "Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know who you are." Dean said as Dr Wang, the Blonde Doctor and a security guard are all approaching. But then they and the extras freeze-frame. 

Dean glances around, only he, Sam and Dr Palmer are still moving. Dr Palmer grins and morphs into the Trickster. "You guys are getting better!" he laughs. "Get us the hell out of here." Dean growls. "Or what?" the Trickster asked before he grabs Dean’s arm and twists, hurting him. "Don't say you have wooden stakes, big guy." he said.

"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick." Sam said. "Hello? Trickster. Come on! I heard you two yahoos and the girl were in town. How could I resist?" Trickster said. "Where the hell are we? And what have you done to (y/n)?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"Like it? It's all homemade. My own sets—" the Trickster said as he raps on the window in a nearby door, then indicates the frozen extras. "My own actors...call it my own little idiot box." he said, smirking. "As for your pretty little girlfriend,  don't worry, she's fine and safe. I had my fun with her back in Mystery Spot. But now I want to have fun with you two." The Trickster said, mischievously.

"How do we get out?" Dean asked him. "That, my friend, is the sixty-four-dollar question." Trickster replied. "Whatever. We just, we need to talk to you. We need your help." Sam said. "Hm, let me guess. You three muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess." the Trickster said. "Please. Just five minutes. Hear us out." Sam pleads. "Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk." said the Trickster.

"Survive what?" Dean asked.

"The game!" the Trickster said, as if it was obvious.

"What game?" Dean asked.

"You're in it." said the Trickster.

"How do we play?" Dean asked.

"You're playing it." Trickster said.

"What are the rules?" Dean asked and the Trickster raises his eyebrows, grins, and vanishes in a burst of static. The extras unpause. "Oh, son of a bitch." Dean mutters, annoyed.

"Dr. Sexy? Dr. Sexy?" the blonde doctor calls out as she walks past. Sam and Dean continue down the corridor after her. "Paging Dr. Sexy. Report to the ER." the voice over the intercom said. "Oh, by the way. Talking with monsters? Hell of a plan." Dean said to Sam, sarcastically. 

"Just, what do we do now?" Sam asked. "You know what I'm doing? Leaving." Dean said as Dr Piccolo appears and takes another swing at Sam, who ducks. "Lady, what the hell?" Sam asked, annoyed.

"You are a brilliant, brilliant—"

"Yeah. A coward. You already said that. But I got news for you. I am not a doctor." Sam said, interrupting her. "Don't say that. You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met, and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die." Piccolo said as Sam furrows his brow. "I have no idea what you're saying to me." He said to her.

"You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again. And you're afraid to love." Piccolo said and she leaves, sobbing. "Yeah, we're getting out of here." Sam said and he and Dean go to leave until a voice calls out to them. "Hey. Doctor."

Dean stops and turns to a man walking to them. "Yeah." he said. "My wife needs that face transplant." the man said. "Okay. You know what, pal? None of this is real, and your wife doesn't need jack squat. Okay?" Dean said and he and Sam keep walking.

"Hey, Doctor." The man, Mr Biehl, shouts then he raises a gun and shoots Dean in the back. Dean stares after him, then goes to his knees. "Real—it's real—" Dean groans as Sma kneels down to him. "No no no, no no no no no—hey! We need a doctor!" Sam shouts as he looks around frantically.

Later, Dean was facedown on an operating table, staring through the headrest at several pairs of white tennis shoes. Dr Wang passes an operating instrument to another doctor.

Sam is dressed in operating scrubs, as is everyone else in the room, Piccolo watches through glass. Sam holds something absorbent against Dean's injury with a pair of tweezers. He hands the tweezers to another doctor and presses an already bloodstained cloth to the injury.

"BP is eighty over fifty and dropping." the blonde doctor said. "Doctor." Dr Wang said as she holds out a scalpel but Sam doesn't take it. "What?" Sam asked as the two doctors exchange glances.

"Sam. Do something. Come on." Dean growls and Sam leans over and speaks in an undertone. "I don't know how to use any of this crap." he said. "Figure it out." Dean said and Sam grins awkwardly at the other doctors but doesn't do anything. "Sam. Come on. I'm waiting." Dean said, impatiently.

"Okay. Um. I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey." Sam said and the other doctors look at him and each other. "Stat!" Sam shouts and they start moving. 

Sam, eventually, got to work on the wound, after he was giving the things he needed, as he uses all of the things he uses. Then he snips off the extra floss from Dean's stitches. "We okay? How's it looking?" Dean asked him. "Yep. You'll be fine." Sam assures him.

Sam looks up and catches sight of Piccolo, who mouths I love you and sighs, smiling.

The shoes leave Dean's field of vision. The lighting and texture shift, and the light starts to flash in time with clapping and shouts and screams. The floor has become two doors, which slide apart.

Behind the doors is blue-lit smoke and a Japanese man comes out of the doors and forward between two Japanese women and Dean and Sam, both of whom are wearing more usual outfits. The Japanese man says something in Japanese then shouts. "Let's play Nutcracker!" The crowd cheers and applauds.

Dean looks around: he is standing in shoes glued to a platform that has a slot for a pole with a large ball at the end. Sam is similarly situated. To one side is an LED screen that says "20".

The hosr says something in Japanese and pulls cards out of his jacket. Silence falls. "Sam Winchester." he said and he continues to talk in Japanese.

What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother and best friend?

"Countdown." he said in English while Sam looks at him, confused. "What?" he asked as the screen begins to tick down the seconds. "Uh, what am I supposed to say?" Sam asked Dean. "You think I know?" Dean exclaimed then Sam addresses the host.

"Uh, I, I don't, I don't understand Japanese." Sam said and the host repeats the question in Japanese.

What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother and best friend?

"Is he screwing with me? I, I, I can't speak Japanese." Sam yells then the screen hits "0" and a buzz sounds out. The host said in Japanese.

The answer is...

"Ruby!" The host said in English while the crowd repeats the answer then he turns to Sam. "I'm sorry, Sam Winchester." he said. "Sorry? Sir? For what?" Sam asked and the host mimes hiding laughter. "Dean?" Sam asked, panicked, just as the pole on Sam's platform comes up so that the ball whacks Sam in the crotch. Dean is horrified as the crowd cheers. "Nutcracker!" the host shouts as the scene of Sam getting hit in the crotch replays from several angles. The Japanese caption flashes.

"Nutcracker!" The host shouts again.

"Sam?" Dean asked his younger brother, who makes an inarticulate noise. One of the Japanese women says something in Japanese. The host goes over to her and she shows off a bag of chips.

Have we discussed these nutritious Shrimp Chips? Lots of nutrition, tastes great...and the more one eats, the slimmer they get, just like you. Please buy them.

"You okay?" Dean asked Sam, who just looks at him. Dean looks at Sam's platform, then at his own, and cringes. The light on the doors starts flashing again. "Oh now what?" Dean asked, exasperated.

The doors open to reveal (y/n), the crowd cheers. "There you are!" (Y/n) said, relieved, as she looks between the boys. "(Y/n)?" Dean said. "Is this another trick?" Sam asked and she shakes her head. "It's me. Uh, what are you doing here?" she asked as she looks around the game show set. 

"Us? What are you doing here?" Dean asked her. "Looking for you two, duh. You've been missing for days. I got Cas to help me." (Y/n) said. "So get us the hell out of here, then!" Sam shouts and (y/n) nods. "Let's go. And I'll call Cas." She said and she raises her arms to reach out for the boys hands but then she vanishes in a burst of static.

"(Y/n)?" Dean asked, worried, as Sam's eyes widen. Then the host comes back to center stage. "No, no, no, no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-human girl." The host said then he pulls out another card and speaks in Japanese. "You son of a bitch, you better have not hurt her!" Dean shouts, angrily, to the sky, hoping the Trickster had heard him.

"Dean Winchester." he said then he speaks in Japanese.

Would your Mother and Father still be alive...if your brother was never born?

"Countdown." He said in English and the screen begins to tick down the seconds from "20". "What do I do, what do I do?" Dean asked, panicked. "What?" Sam said. "I don't wanna get hit in the nuts." Dean said, quickly. "I don't know, I, I, uh, just, uh—wait." Sam said. "What?" Dean asked. "I played a doctor." Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked, confused. "In, uh, in Dr. Sexy I played a doctor. I operated." Sam said. "So?" Dean said. "So I played the role the Trickster wanted me to play. Maybe we should just go along with it." Sam said. "Go along with what?" Dean asked. "With the game! You know, we're on a game show, right? So just answer the question!" Sam shouts.

"In Japanese?" Dean asked. "Yeah!" Sam said. "I don't know Japanese!" Dean shouts. "Try!" Sam yells. "Dammit!" Dean growls and he hits the button and the countdown freezes just before the buzz.

Dean says something in Japanese.

The answer is...yes?

The host repeats the last few syllables and so does Dean. The host shouts something in Japanese and Dean braces himself. "Dean Winchester, Nutcracker champion!" the host yells in English and the crowd cheers.

"How did you do that?" Sam asked Dean. "I have no idea." Dean said, shrugging. "So that's it. We play our roles, we survive." Sam said. "Yeah, but play our roles for how long?" Dean asked. "Good question." Sam said and Dean forces a grin and waves.

A woman does a yoga pose then said. "I've got genital herpes."

An old man sits on a couch. "I've got genital herpes." he said.

Four men are playing basketball, one makes a basket. This one turns around; it's Sam, looking very uncomfortable. "Seriously?" Sam asked, exasperated. "Hey, you're the one who said play our roles." Dean said as he walks up to Sam. "Yeah. Right." Sam grumbles and Dean claps him on the shoulder and goes back to the game.

"I've got genital herpes." Sam said.

The woman sits in another yoga pose. "I try to be responsible." she said.

The old man looks over at another woman. "Did I try." he said.

"But now I take twice-daily Herpexia to reduce my chances of passing it on." Sam said, still looking uncomfortable. 

"Ask your doctor about using Herpexia." the yoga woman said and she does other yoga poses while the old man slow-dances with his wife.

Patients should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide, and nausea.

"I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of—of genital herpes. And that's a good thing." Sam said, uncomfortable, then he goes back to the game, feeling relieved to not go through that again. The Herpexia logo appears.

Dean puts some things in a refrigerator, closes the fridge, and turns around. Applause sounds out as Dean looks at a sandwich on the table, about a foot tall, a laptop next to the sandwich. "I'm gonna need a bigger mouth." Dean said as a laugh track starts. Then Sam enters the room and there was another Applause.

"Hey there, Sam. What's happening?" Dean asked him. "Oh, nothing. Um. Just the end of the world." Sam said and the laugh track comes on. Sam sees the sandwich. "You're gonna need a bigger mouth." he said and the laugh track kicks on again.

"Hey, uh, have you done your research yet?" Sam asked Dean and Dean gets a busted expression, making the laugh track come on. "Oh, yeah. All kinds of research. All night." Dean said. "Yeah? Hm." Sam said, not believing, when porno music comes through the laptop. 

"Oh, yes! Yes! Harder, baby, harder!" A woman said as the music continues, a mixture of laughs and ​​​​​​oooh's​​​​ sounds out. Sam looks at the laptop then at Dean before folding his arms. "Dean..." Sam said, disapproving, and another laugh track. "Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaims, in a exaggerated disappointed voice, and the laugh track comes on again.

Sam shuts the laptop and shakes his head. "How long do we have to keep doing this?" Dean asked Sam, speaking through his forced smile. "I don't know." Sam said as applause happens. "Maybe forever? We might die in here." Sam said as the laugh track comes on again.

"How was that funny? Vultures." Dean said, annoyed, as the laugh track continues. The door opens and it's Castiel and (y/n), who has minor injuries. "(Y/n)! Cas!" Dean said as there was applause. "You okay, sweetheart?" Dean asked (y/n), who nods.

"We don't have much time." Castiel said. "What happened?" Sam asked, gesturing to the injuries (y/n) had. "Cas helped me get out." (Y/n) said. "From where?" Dean asked her but before she could reply Cas speaks over. "Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be." Castiel said.

"What thing—the Trickster?" Dean asked. "If it is a trickster." Castiel said. "What do you mean?" Sam asked but then Cas and (y/n) are flung backwards into the wall, they're face hidden.

The Trickster appears at the door. "Hello!" he greets to applause and cheers. Castiel and (y/n) get up; their mouths had been duct-taped shut. "Thank you. Thank you, ladies." The Trickster said while Cas and (y/n) glares at him. "Hi, Castiel! (y/n)!" Trickster greets and he gestures at the duo, then Cas and (y/n) vanish in a burst of static.

"You know him?" Sam asked The Trickster. "Where did you just send them?" Dean asked, angrily. "Relax, they'll live. ...Maybe." the Trickster said and the laugh track comes on. "All right, you know what? I am done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it." Dean yells. "Yeah? Get what, hotshot?" the Trickster asked him. "Playing our roles, right? That's your game?" Dean said. "That's half the game." the Trickster scoffs.

"What's the other half?" Sam asked. "Play your roles out there." the Trickster said, as he gestures ahead. "What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked. "Oh, you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles." The Trickster replied.

"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked, shocked. "Hells yeah. Let's light this candle!" the Trickster exclaims, excitedly. "We do that, the world will end." Sam points out. "Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Hm? Look, it's started. You started it. It can't be stopped. So let's get it over with!" the Trickster said as Sam glares.

"Heaven or hell, which side you on?" Dean asked the Trickster. "I'm not on either side." he replied. "Yeah, right. You're grabbing ankle for Michael or Lucifer. Which one is it?" Dean asked and the Trickster starts to get angry. "You listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s. Believe me." he growls and Dean scoffs out q laugh. "Oh, you're somebody's bitch." he said and the Trickster's smile vanishes. He grabs Dean by the collar and slams him into the wall.

"Don't you ever, ever presume to know what I am. Now listen very closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you." Trickster said. "And if we don't?" Sam asked and Trickster grins. "Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on." The Trickster said then he snaps his fingers.

A man lies on the ground with a stomach wound, crime-scene markers surround him and cameras flash. Dean and Sam are standing outside the crime-scene tape, watching the various extras work. They turn around; they're wearing suits with matching blue shirts and sunglasses.

"Oh, come on." Dean growls, annoyed, as an officer ducks under the crime scene tape. "So, what do you think?" the officer asked Dean. "What do I think? I think go screw yourself, that's what I think." Dean yells, angrily, and Sam gives him a look of concern.

"Uh, could you give us a sec, please? Thanks." Sam said to the officer, who nods and turns away. "You gotta calm down." Sam said to Dean after he turns to him. "Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night." Dean yells as he yanks them off. "You know who does that? No-talent douchebags." Dean said and Sam nods in agreement.

"I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here—oh shut up." Dean rants as Sam notices something at the crime scene and takes off his sunglasses.

"Hey." Sam said. "What?" Dean roars. "Check out sweet tooth over there." Sam said as he points to an officer sucking on a lollipop. "Think that's him?" Dean asked Sam. "Just, um, follow my lead." Sam said and he goes over to the body and Dean follows.

They both put on their sunglasses as the crime-scene tape is raised to let them under. "You, uh, you okay?" the officer asked Dean. "Yeah. What do we got?" Dean asked and the officer kneels next to the body. "Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck, he has what appears to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat." the officer explains as Dean takes off his sunglasses, gets out a flashlight, and takes a closer look. Sam also takes off his sunglasses.

"Well I say, jackpot." Sam said, putting his sunglasses back on, while the Officer looks up at him, snorting in amusement. "Also, there is a stab wound to the lower abdomen." The officer said as he indicates the bloodstain with his lollipop. Dean grabs a stick and pokes at the hole in the shirt with it, getting blood on the stick, then puts his sunglasses back on.

"Well I say, no guts, no glory." Dean said and the officer laughs. "Get that guy a Tums." Sam said. "Gutter ball." said Dean as the officer keeps laughing. "Good one, guys." he said as Dean comes around behind him with the stick. The officef turns toward Dean, who stabs him with it.

The officef collapses, struggling to breathe. None of the extras notice or care except another officer, who starts laughing and morphs into the Trickster. "You've got the wrong guy, idiots." the Trickster taunts. "Did we?" Dean asked and Sam stakes the Trickster from behind. He falls over in a burst of static. Dean and Sam are back in the clothes they were wearing when they entered the warehouse, the Trickster laying down with the stake through his chest.

Dean, in a bathroom of a room, finishes brushing his teeth and spits. "I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas and (y/n). You know, where they are?" Dean asked but there was no response. "Sam?" Dean asked but the room is empty.

"Where are you?" Dean asked and he walks outside and towards the Impala. He pulls his phone out and up to his ear. "It's Sam. Leave me a message." Sam's voice-mail said and Dean gets in the car. "Sam. It's me. Where the hell did you go?" Dean asked and he snaps the phone shut.

"Dean?" Sam asked, which his voice sounds a bit odd. Dean looks around but doesn't see Sam. "Sam? Where are you?" Dean asked. "I don't know." Sam said then Dean notices a red light on the dashboard, it flashes in time with Sam's words. "Oh crap. I don't think we killed the Trickster." Sam said.

The Impala has acquired red flashing lights under the front grille as well, the Knight Rider theme plays. Dean drives. "Okay, stake didn't work. So, what, this is another trick?" Dean asked. "I don't know. Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster?" Sam suggested. 

"What do you mean?" Dean asked then there was a noise next to him. He looks over and sees Ariel next to him. "Ariel?! What the hell?" Dean said, confused. "I'm glad I found you. Where's Sam?" Ariel asked. "Here." Sam's voice said and Ariel looks around. "I'm the car." Sam said and Ariel looks at the dashboard.

"Oh, goodness." She said. "What are you doing here?" Dean asked. "I hadn't heard from Castiel and (y/n) in hours. They told me they were trying to save you two but I got worried when I didn't hear from them." Ariel replied. "Well, this Trickster, or whatever he is, banished them somewhere, I don't know..." Dean said.

"Cas said this thing was too powerful to be a trickster." Sam said. "And the way he looked at Cas, it was almost like he knew him." Dean said as Ariel looks at Dean then gets a thoughtful look. "And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer." Sam said and Ariel sighs.

"You two are not going up against a Trickster." She said. "What?" the boy said. "I know what you two are dealing with. Or more precise, who you're dealing with." Ariel said as they continue down the road. “You mind enlightening us?” Dean asked and Ariel looks sad for a moment. “My brother, Gabriel.” She said. “The archangel?” Sam asked. “Yes.” Ariel replied.

“How many of you are there?” Dean asked. “Only five. Myself, Gabriel, Micheal, Lucifer, and Raphael.” Ariel said. “Well, that explains why he’s been such a pain in the ass this whole time. No offense.” Dean said and Ariel giggles. “Gabriel always liked his tricks.” She said with a little smile as she reminisce.

“What is he doing on earth? I thought all the angels were in heaven until Cas rescued Dean from hell.” Sam said. “Everyone but Gabriel, he left heaven thousands of years ago. Before Michael locked Lucifer in the cage.” Ariel explained.

“What happened?” Sam asked and Ariel opens her mouth to explain but is interrupted by Dean. “I’m sure it’s a fascinating story but we don’t have time for it right now. (Y/n) and Cas could be in trouble.” He said.

“He’s right, it won’t take long for Gabriel to discover I’m here. It’ll ruin the plan.” Ariel said. “You got something in mind?” Dean asked and Ariel smirks. “Gabriel’s not the only one with a trick up his sleeve.” She said and winks, mimicking (y/n).

Later, at a wilderness area, Dean rummages in the trunk of the car. "Dean?" Sam said. "What?" Dean asked. "That, uh, feels really uncomfortable." Sam said and Dean shuts the trunk. "Ow." Sam said and Dean rolls his eyes.

"You sure this is gonna work?" Sam asked. "Well, Ariel said this will work, so I trust her. Plus I have no other ideas." Dean said then he goes to the front of the car and shouts at the sky.

"All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle! We'll do it!" Dean shouts but nothing. "Should I honk?" Sam asked but then Trickster appears from nowhere. "Wow. Sam. Get a load of the rims on you." he said as he looks at Sam. "Eat me." Sam growls.

"Okay, boys. Ready to go quietly?" Trickster asked. "Whoa whoa whoa, not so fast. Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs." Dean said. "What's the difference? Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another." the Trickster said and Dean looks at him. The Trickster rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers. The KITT lights on the car go out and Sam gets out of the car.

"Happy?" Trickster asked Dean. "Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you?" Dean asked, feigning ignorance. "I am the Trickster." the Trickster said, proudly. "Or maybe you're not." Dean said and Sam holds up a flaming cigarette lighter and tosses it down. A ring of fire springs up around the Trickster.

"We know you're an angel." Dean said and the Trickster looks incredulous, then laughs. "A what? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?" The Trickster asked him. "I'll tell you what. You just jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake." Dean said and the Trickster laughs then he stops, realizing he is caught. 

He claps and the world turns normal. "Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?" He asked them. "Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Dean said.

"Where'd I screw up?" The Trickster, or Gabriel, asked. "You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam said. "Partly it was the way you talked about Armageddon. And we had a bit of help." Dean said. "Meaning?" Gabriel asked then Ariel appears between Sam and Dean.

"Hello, brother." Ariel said as Gabriel stares at her, surprised. "Ariel? Thought you were dead?" He asked and she gives a smirk. "My disappearance was extremely exaggerated." Ariel said and she folds her arms. 

"So, how does an archangel become a trickster?" Dean asked him. "My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you two and your girlfriend screwed it all up." Gabriel replied. "What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?" Dean asked him. "Daddy doesn't say anything about anything." Gabriel said.

"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked. "Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles." Dean said. "Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family." Gabriel growls at Dean. "Gabriel." Ariel said to him, firmly, and he turns to her.

"You're gonna let him talk about our family like that, Ariel?" Gabriel asked her, angrily. "I don't really like it either but...he's not far from the truth." Ariel said. "I mean. I do love Dad and our brothers too, Gabe, but when they start to turn on each other, tear each other's throats? It's pretty messed up." Ariel said. "Which is why I couldn't bear it. So I left. And now it's happening all over again." Gabriel exclaims.

"Then help us stop it." Sam said. "It can't be stopped." Gabriel said and he turns to Ariel. "You, of all people, know that!" He shouts to her. "I believe there is a way to stop this! If we just work together, Gabriel, we can finally put an end to this." Ariel said and Gabriel laughs, humorously. "I'm tired of sitting by and watching this happen all over again. I putting my foot down!" Ariel said. "You are fiercely optimistic, Ariel. One of the things I missed about you. But you know there is no way of stopping Michael and Lucifer, thanks to these two and the girl!" Gabriel said. "Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."

"It doesn't have to be like that. There has to be some way to, to pull the plug." Sam said and Gabriel laughs again. "Ariel mustn't have told you about our family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate." Gabriel said.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. "You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other." Gabriel said.

"What the hell are you saying?" Dean asked. "Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always." Gabriel said and there was a long pause.

Sam and Dean look down, then at Ariel then at each other. "No. That's not gonna happen." Dean said. "I'm sorry. But it is." Gabriel said before sighing. "Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow...but this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be." Gabriel said and Ariel shakes her head. "No, not anymore. This time, I'm gonna change it. I'm gonna help these boys and (y/n) and do whatever it takes to stop this crap from happening again." Ariel said, fiercely, and Gabriel stares at her for a few moments before a smirk plays on his lips. "All I can say, sis, is...good luck." He said.

"So...Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?" Gabriel asked. "Well, first of all, you're gonna bring (y/n) and  Cas back from wherever you stashed them." Dean demanded. "Oh am I." Gabriel said, questioning. "Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel." Dean threatened and Gabriel snaps his fingers, Castiel and (y/n) appear.

"Cas, (Y/n), you two okay?" Dean asked as he gors over to them. "I'm fine." Castiel said and Dean goes to (y/n) and cups her face in his hands. "I'm fine, Dean. I'm okay." She assures and Dean embraces her as Castiel turns to Gabriel.

"Hello, Gabriel." he said. "Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful." Gabriel sneers and Castiel glares at him. "Okay, we're out of here. Come on, guys." Dean said as he pulls out of his and (y/n)'s embrace, takes her hand, turns and walks away.

"Uh. Okay. Guys?" Gabriel calls out as Sam, Castiel and Ariel follow Dean and (y/n). "So, so what? Huh? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?" Gabriel asked and Dean stops at the door and turns back. "No. We're not, 'cause we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family. You probably should take some notes from your sister here." Dean said as he nods towards Ariel.

Then he pulls the fire alarm and Gabriel looks up as the sprinklers go off. "Don't say I never did anything for you." Dean said and Gabriel glares at him then at Ariel. The four of them leave as the Holy fire extinguishes.

Dean, (y/n) and Sam go up to the Impala while Ariel turns to Castiel, checking on him. "You okay, Cas?" She asked him, worried and concerned. "I'm fine, Ariel." Castiel said.

"All that stuff he was spouting in there, you think it was the truth?" Dean asked Sam. "I think he believes it." Sam said. "So what do we do?" Dean asked and Sam shrugs. "I don't know." he said. "I'm sure we'll figure something out." (Y/n) said and the boys nod.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing. Right about now, I wish I was back in a TV show." Dean said. "Yeah, me too." Sam said. "Okay, you two are gonna have to tell me what you guys did in TV Land." (Y/n) said. "Oh, do we have a tale to tell you." Dean said as they get into the car.

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This was the only time in the show where one of the main trio interacted with one of the forge master duo.

And, I gotta admit, this was one of the things that disappointed me in the show.  As much as I love this series, I do wish these two storylines had converged in the end.

Like I really thought there would come a point when the vampire sisters invaded Wallachia and Sypha and Trevor would encounter Hector and realize he was an unwilling participant.  Similar to the scene we got with Isaac, Hector would say he couldn’t help them because of the blood ring restraining him.  And with all the fighting they’d been through and Trevor just being straight up done with everyone and their mother, I think he would have just handed Hector a knife and said, “You have two options.  You’re either our ally or our enemy.  Cut that ring off and help us or I’ll kill you.  What’ll it be?”  Harsh perhaps, but a big part of Trevor’s character is ‘do what’s necessary’ no matter the personal cost, so I don’t imagine he would have had much patience for Hector.  And that’s a difference between Trevor and Hector’s characters that I really need to go into in a separate character analysis.

This was my outlook when Season 3 ended though.  We did leave off with the return of Trevor’s dark view of the world in spite of the positive influence Sypha brought, and Hector realizing the consequences of trusting Lenore.  The series played Season 4 off pretty well in that Hector did have initiative was actively conspiring behind the scenes in order to give Isaac the opening he needed to take out Carmilla.  So I’m glad they didn’t write Hector off as ‘the helpless one.’

On another couple of notes, I kinda thought/hoped Sypha’s grandfather would make a reappearance in the final season and he would be the one to finish what the Ship Captain started in guiding Isaac along his journey of letting go of his anger and just living well, but that’s just me.

Back in Season 2, Isaac refers to Alucard as a spoiled child, and I really want to know what that was all about.  In the battle against the Generals and the Styrian soldiers, Isaac and Alucard seem to recognize each other, but did they have any interaction with each other before Lisa died?  Maybe I’m wrong and Isaac just thought, ‘There’s only one person that could be.’  I’ve talked about my theory that Alucard was a sheltered child and hadn’t seen much hardship in his life before his mother was killed, so I can see him and Isaac resenting each other out of emotional immaturity.  It would have been interesting to see that development in their characters.

But I get it.  The show only had a limited number of episodes and didn’t have time for all the tiny nuanced story arcs, and that’s fine.  An important element of writing is being aware of which parts are the essential and which are ones you need to cut.  If it were a longer running series like Avatar: The Last Airbender, then I would expect some more attention and care put into the subplots and side characters.  It’s a little touch and go with Striga and Morana’s relationship, Zamfir’s backstory wasn’t as developed as it could have been, and there are other elements that felt rushed.

Even so, I truly think the end result was fantastic.

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART EIGHT)

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notes: i feel that this chapter is very underwhelming bc i wrote it at work 🫡 so sorry

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y/ndevils00 hi people! thank you for tuning into tonight’s (brief) postgame recap! this is a very sad night for my favorite boys, as we lost 6-1 to the winnipeg jets.

we had a meager three penalties tonight!

starting off with erik, who has banned me from making any more name puns (boring!). erik got a penalty for tripping, bringing him up to an astounding 47 penalty minutes this season!

next, i’d like to bring your attention to jack’s picture. nothing special, i just like it.

and then, of course, we have my boyfriend again; chewing on his glove like a rabid little chihuahua <3

the next penalty was from siegs at the very end of the 1st period for high sticking! i had dawson do my dirty work for me and give him a very stern talking to during intermission!

next up, we have hershey bar looking very displeased, and i can’t say i blame him!

we got a little over halfway through 3rd period before we got the final penalty from the newest swiss, timo for holding! he took a lesson from my very rude boyfriend and hid behind the stanchion. i very much did not like that.

however, our lone goal came with SECONDS left in the game, scored by the captain himself! who still looked very disappointed to say the least.

and lastly, bff number 1 says i should apologize to bff number 2 for dissing him last night 😒 so we have a picture of marinara and i’m supposed to tell him that i’m proud of him (i’m not sure what for though? he didn’t do anything 🤷‍♀️)

tagged ehaula, jackhughes, siegenthaler34, nicohischier, tmeier96 and john.marino97

ehaula i know i asked you to stop but now it feels weird without the name puns

y/ndevils00 so….

ehaula so you can do the puns

y/ndevils00 OH THANK GOD! do you realize how hard it was to withhold from them?! it was torture!

ehaula it’s been one post

user18 i’ve become so used to the “haula” puns that i forgot who erik was for a second

siegenthaler34 i made my y/n post debut!

y/ndevils00 it could’ve been for a better reason…

nicohischier you weren’t even there but you still got 2 horrible photos of me

y/ndevils00 i have spies everywhere

nicohischier what does that even mean?

y/ndevils00 guess you’ll never know

jackhughes why?

y/ndevils00 why what? why do i praise you when you don’t appreciate it? i don’t know, you would think i would’ve learned by now

jackhughes no. why the 2nd picture? why do you like it? why call me a chihuahua?

y/ndevils00 i like it. your eyes are so pretty and blue. because you’re small and scrappy and chew on everything.

jackhughes i’m 5’11

y/ndevils00 sure you are honey

dougieham if you went just based off y/n’s posts and comments, i don’t think anyone would ever guess that her and marino are genuinely best friends

y/ndevils00 it’s called tough love <3

john.marino97 she’s evil

trevorzegras i’m forever grateful that i’m a duck so i’ll never be subjected to the torture you put these guys through

y/ndevils00 there’s always next trade szn 😈

trevorzegras the ducks would never trade me

y/ndevils00 i have friends in high places… watch your back zegras

tmeier96 hughesy told me to sit there before i went into the box. he didn’t tell me why but i guess now i know

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes do you not love me? do you not want to see me happy? this is why luke is my favorite

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 luke is your WHAT?

lhughes_06 @/y/ndevils00 i feel so special! thank you y/n/n!

john.marino97 i have multiple questions. starting with: why is DAWSON bff number 1? and i didn’t get a penalty so you could be proud of me for that???

y/ndevils00 i like him better. and that’s very true, however you didn’t get a goal or an assist either so….

dawson1417 translation: y/n holds you to a higher standard because she knows how well you play. she knows you can do better but she’s proud of you regardless.

john.marino97 @/dawson1417 well why doesn’t she say it like that? that’s kinda sweet!

y/ndevils00 emotions are for the weak

john.marino97 @/jackhughes i think your girlfriend is broken

jackhughes she just likes to seem tough on the internet. watch this 👀

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i love you so much sweet girl ❤️ i can’t wait to get home

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i love you too, now come home!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 aww you miss me?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes sure, but also you lost your game which means you lost the bet and you have to give LSH her bath <3

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[frozenearthwife]

Ruby is a rare type of protagonist

This is gonna be long, you’ve been warned!

I am a grown ass adult woman. I like female protagonists, I prefer watching them and relating to them, and always have.

I’ve watched a lot of animes since my teenage years, upwards of 400 last I counted on MyAnimeList a few years ago. I’ve been to Tokyo - twice - and spent at least 20 hours scouring the anime stores of Akihabara. I paid the Japanese mailing service to send a Saber figurine back to my home country since it was too big to bring in my luggage. (This one!)

Why does this matter and what does it have to do with Ruby? Read on:

During my years of being an utterly anime fanatic, I started to grow bored. After 400 animes, you’ve seen most of the plot twists. Most of the stereotypical personalities. All the classics have been watched and rewatched. The story beats, even if presented in a new packaging, becomes predictable.

You start to see the patterns, so to say. I’ve been hyped more times than I can count, only to be disappointed when yet another promising series took a predictable, cliché turn with its story or characters. It may not be sudden, sometimes it happens several episodes or even a few seasons into the show. So you never know for sure until having spent a lot of time watching.

There are a lot of GREAT animes with male protagonists, but how rare isn’t it to find one that does NOT build towards the guy being needing to become stronger than his enemies and winning some important final fight? (as is common in shounen in general)

As time went by I found myself getting more and more picky with what I wanted to spend time watching. I prefer shows with the cool, badass, strong girls, since those are the ones I enjoy watching and them being girls makes it easier for me to relate and enjoy their achievements.

Cool...

Badass...

...strong girls. 

These are what I want. Finding them, however, can be tedious work, especially in the role as main protagonists.

In the anime world, there are some common tendencies with strong female characters:

1) The badass female character is either a side-kick to the male protagonist, eventually become overshadowed by a male protagonist, OR in some cases by some new girl, because heaven forbid any of the cool girls get developed beyond their one single character arc. (ex. Fate/Zero, A Certain Magical Index, Shakugan no Shana, Koutetsujou no Kabaneri, Sword Art Online, Attack on Titan, any anime with a harem, and so many others - they can still be good shows though, that’s not the point!)

2) There are great animes out there with great female protagonists, however they are usually either a) sexualized (ex. Kill la Kill) or b) shows geared towards kids (ex. Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, The Owl Hourse (yes, I’m putting this here even if it’s not an anime) or c) romance focused (ex. Revolutionary Girl Utena). I love these shows for other reasons though!

3) The actually great action animes with badass female protagonists that are allowed to develop and not be overshadowed by their crush/secret male protagonist etc. do exist, but are sadly few and far between. (Soul Reaper is pretty great with Maka, although BlackStar steals a lot of space, and I prefer the anime for this exact reason. A Certain Scientific Railgun was my fav for a long time, but sadly Mikoto is in love with the harem protagonist of the main show and gets overshadowed whenever he’s involved.)

And it doesn’t matter if the show is named after the girl(s) or not!

Here are two girls, each with their own anime named after them (Railgun/Index). Guess who’s the most important character who actually drives the main story?

Shakugan no Shana: Yes, Shana is the name of the girl. Guess which character gets the most power-ups and biggest development?

There’s nothing wrong with liking these shows, I mean I watched them too, and I enjoyed them for the most part... but sometimes I just... whish the dude would stay a side-kick?

So, first impression of RWBY was... cautious optimism?

When I first watched RWBY, because an online friend suggested it, I was surprised to find four strong female protagonists - and Ruby presented as the main protagonist what with the very first episode being named after her and there was no guy in sight.

Seems good? Even if the animation is super wonky. Ruby is cool. I like her. She has an awesome weapon too and is competent with it. She even bites back at people instead of becoming submissive. She gets saved in first episode yes, but it was by an adult woman after a woman took over the fight from Roman.

Also no fanservicy panty shots, suggestive angles and what-not? Seems promising.

But I’d seen this before. A show starts out with a cool, interesting, badass girl as the main protagonist. Then at some point some guy gets introduced, and it turns out he’s special, and she crushes on him, and then he gets stronger, and now she’s his side-kick, and more girls come along, and everything keeps scaling upwards forever (except the original girl), you get the idea.

Then the show turned into some hybrid of Harry Potter x Sailor Moon x high school anime spinoff wannabe with questionable quality? Okay, but maybe with these interesting girls and some cool plot it can work?

The Jaundice episodes seemed to fulfill the prophecy and I lost interest halfway through. Yes, even if the episodes were just 6 minutes long.

I dropped RWBY and didn’t touch it again for several years.

By this point V4 had just finished. I was bored one day, and I decided to give RWBY another chance.

Got past V1 and V2. It was better than I remembered. Got to V3 and... oh no, is Pyrrha gonna do the “stealing the protagonist role” thing? 

Ugh. I hate when shows trade out their main characters for new ones because they can’t figure out how to develop the ones they already have. Pyrrha is fine, but I’m already commited to team RWBY you know? Pyrrha is so OP compared to the others, it won’t be fun watching her just demolish every single foe ever, especially if she’s gonna have magic as well. It’ll just be her special story along with her romantic story with Jaune. She is going to overshadow team RWBY and then what, is Jaune gonna come along and do the same to her eventually?

With little faith left, I pressed on to episode 9, 10, 11, and... holy shit. 

HOLY SHIT!

They really did that, didn’t they? They really made me think they were incompetent, cliché writers and all that. That they were gonna focus on Pyrrha and Jaune going forwards because they had no idea how to tell a compelling story with the girls they’d already established as “main protagonists”.

And then they a) Killed off the “ace student” promised for greatness and b) destroyed the High School setting and c) Allowed the bad guys to win and d) Introduced an actual competent villain AND e) Gave new depth to team RWBY and Ruby in particular.

I was HOOKED. I realized RWBY is a show that allows its protagonists to take a backseat now and then, only to hit hard with the actual meaningful stuff. Developing and letting side characters shine as well, so that it doesn’t seem like team RWBY are the only characters with purpose in this world.

Cause no matter how special or strong or high on the political ladder they are, no character in RWBY has all the answers, nor do they have any means to actually stop Salem. 

They still don’t!

Ruby has her silver eyes, but they didn’t “save” Beacon, or Pyrrha, or Penny, or Atlas. Actually, they may be more a curse than anything, now knowing about the Hound and what Salem can do to silver-eyed warriors. Not even a meaningful curse in the “I’ll become a cool vampire” type of curse, but just... horrible! No! Do not want this! Actually bad curse!

Ruby can’t solve this alone. She’s not all-powerful, she isn’t the shounen protagonist who always powers up in a pinch, she’s not the Maiden of all Maidens, she doesn’t always have the answers, she’s not Ozpin’s host or Salem’s Chosen or any of those clichés. That’s not the point of her character and the story we’re being told.

Ruby, like everyone else in this story, has to train, and learn, and fail, and do mistakes, and be wrong, and correct herself, and try again, and do better next time, and trust, take risks, experience loss and helplessness, and we have not seen the end of her development. I’m hyped for V9 not because of new fights, power-ups or what-not, but because I’m excited to see what Ruby has learned from their failures so far, how they’ll pick themselves up, and how they’ll try to approach the defeating of Salem. 

Because at this point in time, they have no idea how to do any of it, and that’s what excites me most about RWBY and Ruby’s character in particular.

Ruby does not have all the answers, but she’s trying anyway, because the alternative is to give up.

She’s 17 years old and has been thrust into war against a foe that can’t die, into a role of leadership she has no grasp on how to handle. She’s trying to learn from those around her, imperfect human beings as they too are. She’s doing her best, and although she happens to have special Grimm-melting laser beam eyes, that won’t stop Salem. It won’t save Remnant from the gods.

“What are you?” is going to be a very interesting question to explore in V9.

Ruby is a rare type of protagonist because she’s not the answer to every problem, she’s not the Chosen One solely able to save the world. Yet she’s also not overshadowed or sidelined by someone else. Her story intrigues me more than anyone else’s, in any other show I’ve seen.

#RWBY #Ruby Rose #my precious child #RWBY has great writing #And I would pay to read the actual scripts #Or a book form of the scripts

[tamtamandtim]

So I’ve finished Moominvalley season 2 (2019) and my god I loved it but it hurt me so much in return holy wow. Anyway if you’d like some of my thoughts about it feel free to keep reading ^-^

(fair warning it’s a lot longer than I thought it’d be)

Episode 2 the fire spirit got me so bad in my feelings and even funnier yet I could tell it would by not only the title and thumbnail but the second I heard the song by cavetown I literally was like ‘hm it sounds like something by cavetown…This should be fine’

oh how wrong I was because of how it ended with the little fire spirit sacrificing itself to save Moominvalley and how upset Snufkin was, he seemed to be pretty attached to the lil goober when the gang dropped it off.

So having his care and attempts to protect it, be basically for nothing would’ve been soul crushing for him. Especially with the fact that in the next episode it’s implied that he hasn’t left/been near his tent, makes it seem like he’s grieving the loss. (Or it could just be me being delulu again, because like snufkin wasn’t really needed for that episode but still.)

Holywow I loved how the Hobgoblin and Sniff were just bouncing off eachother so well. Then the Hobgoblin giving Sniff ✨EMPATHY✨ my god that was amazing, especially with how Moominpapa and Little My were like “ew get away from me”

I love how the Groke is now just becoming a more casual part of the community especially with the trial episode, like don’t get me wrong they’re still uneasy with her presence but they still wanted to give her a fair trial and everything.

Ooooh no the ✨The bad feelings✨ I was having about Snorkmaiden and Moomintroll were riiiighttttt. Moomintroll seemed more angry about having to leave the valley (and Snufkin by association) than leaving Snorkmaiden to the point he was unintentionally hurting her. Twice. Technically thrice if you include the fact they broke up. But I’m glad that Moomintroll is beginning to learn that he’s gonna have to accept a couple of things about Snufkin, if he ever wants him to stay. But still kinda hurts a bit.

I loved that Moominpapa and Moominmama have character arcs that don’t involve getting divorced, it’s refreshing and sure they still fight and have moments being mad at eachother but at the end of the day they still love each other and honestly? I love them for that.

Ah Moominpapas midlife crisis, I hope that I can be able to just pack up and go when I hit mine. Sounds like the dream honestly and I wish I could be as creative as Moominmama, just painting the walls with no worries.

I also LOVED the sea shanties just 👌😩 it brings me so much joy because there was a good chunk of time where that’s all I’d listen too.

The last episode though also gave me a gut punch because of the fact Snufkin came back before he left for the winter, and that he just welcomes himself in because he knows that they wouldn’t mind him being there, regardless of if they are or not. I hate it here. Snufkin you found family fuck. And that everyone there played ‘The Moomin Family’ for the kid.

“Have you checked his bedroom yet?”

“Naturally c:”

of course you have you absolute loser I love you for that. Seeing him get so excited about possibly finding HIS letter, only to be disappointed was devastating too.

Oh but the puppet show, oh when I tell you I almost cried, It’s even sadder that Moomintroll (seemingly) isn’t going to back to Moominvalley. Also my heart dropped to my ass when they almost lit the fire with the ancestors inside, but Snufkin excitedly finding the note inside the fireplace? Put my heart right back in my throat

But more lightheartedly damn Snufkin has got some moves and seeing everyone close to the Moomin family looking back at their time and memories together fondly was so incredibly sweet.

Anyways TL;DR a super strong season that got me right in the feels every time, I’m so excited to be able to start the 3rd season soon!! But thank you so much for reading this! I hope you have a wonderful day, night or time and take care!!

#snufkin #little my #moomins #moomintroll #moominvalley #snufkin moomin #melody of moominvalley #moomin valley #moominmama #moominpapa #snorkmaiden #moominvalley 2019