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reasoningdaily · 11 months

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My former U.S. Track and Field teammate Tori Bowie, who was found dead in her home in Florida on May 2, of complications related to childbirth at 8 months pregnant, was a beautiful runner. She was effortless. At the Rio Olympics, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 100 relay. Tori was the anchor. When she got the baton, I remember thinking, “it’s over.” She just accelerated. When she crossed the finish line, I couldn’t wait to run over to her to celebrate. It was her first, and only, Olympic gold medal.

She also picked up a silver (in the 100-m) and bronze (200-m) in Brazil. The next year, at the 2017 World Championships in London, Tori won the 100-m title, earning the title of “world’s fastest woman.” Tori started out as a long jumper. So seeing her thrive as a sprinter was a huge deal. She was just such a bright light, and people were getting to see that.

Tori grew up in Mississippi and had this huge Southern accent. She didn’t take herself too seriously. You felt this sense of ease when you were around her. I last saw her in early 2021, in San Diego, where she was training. She gave me the biggest hug; something about her spirit was just very, very sweet. I felt her sweetness come over me that day.

Tori was 32 when she died. According to the autopsy, possible complications contributing to Bowie’s death included respiratory distress and eclampsia—seizures brought on by preeclampsia, a high blood pressure disorder that can occur during pregnancy. I developed preeclampsia during my pregnancy with my daughter Camryn, who was born in November 2018. The doctors sent me to the hospital, where I would deliver Camryn during an emergency C-section, at 32 weeks. I was unsure if I was going to make it. If I was ever going to hold my precious daughter.

Like so many Black women, I was unaware of the risks I faced while pregnant. According to the CDC, in 2021 the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 2.6 times the rate for white women. About five days before I gave birth to Camryn, I was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I mentioned that my feet were swollen. As we went around the table, the women shared their experiences during pregnancy. My cousin said she also had swollen feet. My mom didn’t. Not once did someone say, ‘oh, well, that’s one of the indicators of preeclampsia.’ None of us knew. When I became pregnant, my doctor didn’t sit me down and tell me, ‘these are things that you should look for in your pregnancy, because you are at a greater risk to experience these complications.’

That needs to change, now, especially in light of Tori’s tragic passing. Awareness is huge. Serena Williams had near-death complications during her pregnancy. Beyoncé developed preeclampsia. I hate that it takes Tori’s situation to put this back on the map and to get people to pay attention to it. But oftentimes, we need that wake-up call.

The medical community must do its part. There are so many stories of women dying who haven’t been heard. Doctors really need to hear the pain of Black women.

Luckily, there’s hope on several fronts. Congress has introduced the Momnibus Act, a package of 13 bills crafted to eliminate racial disparities in maternal health and improve outcomes across the board. California passed Momnibus legislation back in 2021. These laws make critical investments in areas like housing, nutrition, and transportation for underserved communities. Further, several pharmaceutical companies are making advances on early detection and treatment of preeclampsia.

Three gold medalists from that 4 x 100 relay team in Rio set out to become mothers. All three of us—all Black women—had serious complications. Tianna Madison has shared that she went into labor at 26 weeks and entered the hospital “with my medical advance directive AND my will.” Tori passed away. We’re dealing with a Black Maternal Health crisis. Here you have three Olympic champions, and we’re still at risk.

I would love to have another child. That’s something that I know for sure. But will I be here to raise that child? That’s a very real concern. And that’s a terrifying thing. This is America, in 2023, and Black women are dying while giving birth. It’s absurd.

I’m hopeful that things can get better. I’m hopeful that Tori, who stood on the podium at Rio, gold around her neck and sweetness in her soul, won’t die in vain.

—as told to Sean Gregory

#Tori Bowie #Black Lives Matter #Black Mothers Health #Black Maternal Health #Allyson Felix: Tori Bowie Can't Die In Vain #Black Lives of Children Matter #Black Health Matters

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callsign-rogueone · 1 month

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this is me trying - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x reader when life gets to be too much, there will always be one person you can turn to. [request] 🎧: “Maybe I don’t quite know what to say, but I’m here in your doorway, I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying,” — this is me trying, Taylor Swift words: 584 🏷: no Iron Flame spoilers, just Bren taking care of his girl when she’s sad. slice of life. I left it kinda vague, so you can decide if it’s Duchess or not (reader is part of the revolution, but that’s it). this may be the fastest I’ve ever completed a request. life has also been a lot for me lately, and I gotta take care of my bbs when they’re sad!! plus, it’s Brennan, so 🥰

You knock on the doorframe gently, hesitant.

Brennan sighs, looking up from the parchment, clearly exhausted. “Hi, love.”

“Hi,” you manage, immediately regretting the decision to come up here and interrupt his work; the unfinished incident reports strewn across his desk, the foot-tall stack of books unread, multiple letters from your allies across the continent that need to be replied to…

He recognizes the look on your face, the crack in your voice as you try to hold it together; he knows you’re going to cry. “Whoa, hey,” he soothes, softening instantly. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head no, feeling silly — you aren’t hurt, just overwhelmed and tired. He has so much on his plate already, without you and your emotions distracting him from his duties. You should have sorted this out yourself, or found someone else to confide in. “It’s nothing, really. I should go, I’m sorry..."

He sees straight through your excuse, using that gentle but firm tone he takes with you when you get like this, the one that tells you he won’t take no for an answer. “It’s clearly something. Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what it is. Life’s just been a lot lately,” you sniff, still trying to hold in your tears. You squeeze your hands together in an attempt to comfort yourself from where you still stand in the doorway of the office.

He feels a wash of guilt — he’s hardly seen you this week, too preoccupied with his responsibilities as an army Major to think of his responsibilities as a partner.

“C’mere,” he coaxes, setting down the paper and opening his arms.

You move to stand in front of his chair, letting him settle you across his lap, your knees draped over one of the armrests.

You’re so glad that you’d convinced him to replace that rickety wooden thing with something much more comfortable; a tall upholstered armchair that can support the weight of two people like this. You already feel better as you rest against the warm muscle of his chest, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.

“M’sorry,” you whisper, “I know you were busy…”

He shushes you softly. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’ll never be too busy to hold my girl.”

A tear finally falls as you realize that you were wrong, that it wasn’t stupid to feel this way, that you’re not bothering him. He brushes it away with a gentle sweep of his thumb.

“You can always come to me when you feel like this, no matter what I’m doing. I love you so much, my beautiful girl,” he soothes, rubbing your back. “My brilliant, compassionate, sharp, kind, strong girl.”

“Half of those words mean the same thing,” you mumble into his shoulder, though you really do appreciate the affirmations, the reassurance that he’s here for you.

He laughs softly. “There she is. Now, why don’t we find ourselves some dinner?”

He feels your grip on his shirt tighten ever so slightly, your head nuzzling into his neck.

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” you ask quietly, not wanting to leave his arms.

“Of course, my love.”

He finally relaxes into the plush upholstery, sighing deeply. He’d needed this more than he realized, needed your softness and the gentle pressure of you leaning into him to drain the stress away.

The paperwork can wait until tomorrow — the revolution will survive another day without it being completed, and he has more important things to do right now.

#brennan sorrengail #brennan sorrengail x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #mine #Brennan and Duchess #perhaps

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missglaskin · 2 years

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Yandere (HOTD) Targaryen/Velaryon/Hightower family (together) HCS part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Note: Finally part 3 is here! Also, this probably is some of the longest hcs I have done. This starts from episode 3 to episode 7. Mainly platonic, but there could be a romantic pairing. Also, the reader is basically trying to keep everything from going to shit

The conflict between Alicent and Rhaenyra has persisted over the years. And you tend to find yourself directly in the heart of the fights. However with Viserys there; he’s made sure that you diverge away from their disputes. He has long accepted that his wife and daughter will never get along, but what they will not do is involve you in their conflicts.

Many children have been born throughout the years, and the two women made sure you were there for each. They secretly want you to prefer one over the other. Although you lack a dragon, Alicent and Rhaenyra made their children believe you are related to them by blood.

Similar to their mother, Jace and Luke are a bit possessive. While they can be a bit mischievous, the two typically listen to you, even more than their mother. Their faces light up when they see you and they run right up to greet you. Also, they like it when you watch them spar, asking whether they did well, grinning back when you tell them they did. While you have noticed how different the boys are, you chose not to say anything, even when Alicent argued with Viserys regarding it.

At least for the time being, Luke is the youngest of the bunch. He takes full advantage of it when the other kids are fighting for your attention. Such as pretending to be hurt so you can comfort him. It is well known that he follows you around the court and becomes agitated when you focus on someone else.

Like Criston, there’s a very similar chance that Harwin also begins to have tendencies for you. His fondness for you doesn’t go unnoticed by the court. He trusts you well enough that he isn't afraid to show affection towards Jace, Luke, and Rhaenyra. Harwin feels so strongly about you that even the smallest remark about you will prompt him to intervene.

Since they've likely spent the most time with you, Jace and Luke are the most jealous of Aegon and Helaena. Aegon and Helaena are also very attached to you. Aegon is frequently pressured by his family to fill in a role he doesn’t want. He appreciates having someone who is gentle and doesn't push him as the others do. Helaena, on the other hand, is attached to you because you're the only person who doesn't think of her as strange or give her odd looks; instead, you sit with her and listen to her go on about all the kinds of insects she has.

Aemond is a completely different case. You're used to possessiveness, but Aemond is almost always by your side. Being the second son, he is frequently overlooked or passed over in favor of his brother, never mind the fact that he is still without a dragon. Because of all the love and attention, you show Aemond, he grows quickly fond of you. Including his siblings, he is jealous of everyone. The fact that Alicent also forces particular ideas into Aemond's mind is not helpful.

Aside from Helaena- in contrast to his two brothers, Dareon is also the most pleasant. Throughout the years, he has always been gentle and sweet and has often given you the prettiest flowers as they remind him of you. Dareon had to eventually depart from King's Landing in order to go to Oldtown and serve as Lord Omund Hightower's squire. Before leaving, he embraced you and made you swear you would exchange ravens, no matter what.

You occasionally also spent time in Driftmark with Rhaenys and Corlys. Rhaenys makes you ride her dragon back and forth, as it is the fastest way to travel. There are times when you run into Daemon and Laena, and they are thrilled to see you. Likewise, Baela and Rhaena become very excited whenever they get to meet you.

Similar to the other kids, the two girls adore spending time with you. They find themselves missing you when they have to travel with their parents. Rhaena sometimes feels left out compared to her sister and enjoys any attention you give her. Baela, on the other hand, is more demanding and jealous than her sister. She often reminds you of Daemon.

Speaking of Velaryons, Laenor is content to reside in King's landing, even though he longs to return home and engage in battles. Your presence there is one of the few pleasant things he anticipates. Laenor, unlike the others, enjoys sparring with you and will gladly teach you how to fend for yourself. It's one of his favorite ways to spend time with you.

Rhaenyra has objected to the idea a few times, but when you beg her to reconsider, she eventually gives in. She has Harwin watch and Laenor promises that only wooden swords will be used. Alicent and Criston, on the other hand, are horrified at the thought of you wielding a sword even if it’s wooden, and possibly hurting yourself.

Criston develops a rivalry with Harwin regarding you. And it's possible that Criston already dislikes Harwin as a result of jealousy or a bruised ego. Criston is supposed to be your sworn protector, not him. He will not only support Alicent's animosity toward Rhaenyra, but also ensure that some of Alicent's animosity is directed at Harwin.

Viserys occupies most of his time with you as he gets older and his health deteriorates. While he prefers Rhaenyra to his children with Alicent, it gradually becomes clear that he favors you even more. Viserys always relies on you for solace, and you never fail to reassure him. He feels comfortable sharing his shame and suffering with you, particularly regarding Aemma.

As Rhaenyra gives birth to Joffrey, you and Laenor wait outside. Only to be confused when you see Rhaenyra carrying Joffrey already walking and ascending the stairs. Apparently, the queen wants to see the baby right away. You insist she rests while you bring the child to the queen, but she refuses. There is a glimmer of hope in Rhaenyra that this will help you realize just how cruel Alicent is in this whole situation.

Your focus is now on Joffrey in light of everything that is happening. You are the one holding him the most, along with Rhaenyra. Luke, who is accustomed to receiving the majority of your attention, is a little jealous of his baby brother. As Harwin requests to see Joffrey, you place the child in his arms. While rocking the baby; he grins, saying you’d be a great aunt to the boy.

Since you lack a dragon, the kids quarrel over which one you should ride. Jace argues you should ride his dragon, but Aegon counters that since his is larger, it’ll be better. Aemond says nothing during the entire conversation.

When the boys offer to give Aemond a pig for him to ‘ride’, Aemond immediately goes to you; telling you what they did as you console him. You confront the boys to scold them on the matter and Aemond can be seen almost smiling in the background.

At Pentos, Laena wants to leave, but Daemon is adamant about staying. The truth is that Laena misses her home, her family, and occasionally, even you. And to make matters worse, Laena is worried about the hightowers, and she can tell that her husband feels the same way. Besides, her daughters also miss you.

As stated, you frequently watch the boys spar, and they all like to show off. Viserys occasionally join you and express his desire for the boys to bond through sparring. However, an unfortunate event occurs when Harwin lunges at Criston. As Harwin is pulled back by four men and forced to leave, Criston feels victorious; this will make you see Harwin as the man he is.

Before departing, Harwin bids you and the children farewell. He promises to come to see you someday and exchange ravens with you. Harwin advises you to take care of the boys and your "sister". You're not aware that this is the last time you'll see him.

Like her father, Rhaenyra attempts to keep you in her vicinity as much as possible during that time. The rumors surrounding the court become too much, and she feels as though her friendship with Alicent will never be repaired. Laenor is also preoccupied with drinking at the moment. This all just makes her feel more isolated than ever. She desires to depart for Dragonstone and wishes for you to accompany her.

As you might expect, Alicent declines and assumes you'll stay in King's Landing. But Alicent is taken aback when you ask to accompany Rhaenyra. This was brought on by guilt—the guilt you felt for siding with Alicent more than Rhaenyra, and the guilt you felt for not being a good sister to her. Otherwise, she wouldn't feel so alone. Even when Alicent is pleading otherwise, Viserys allows you to travel with Rhaenyra for a time.

You are greeted at Dragonstone with the most heartbreaking news: Harwin and Leana are dead. Knowing how much she cared for him, you take a moment to console Rhaenyra. Jace comes to you for consolation as well, and you let him grieve. Luke is still too young to recognize Harwin was his father, but he claims to miss him and exhibits sadness over his passing. When you finally get to Laenor to comfort him over the loss of his sister, you don't hold any of his tears against him.

When you attend Laena’s funeral, there seem to be only a few who are truly grieving. While you’re used to everyone’s eyes on you, this time it feels unsettling. Baela and Rhaena are the ones you approach first, and you take them both in your arms. Later, Rhaenys joins, and the two of you share a hug and a private moment. Then you find yourself walking up to Corlys, who is speaking to Jace. The instant Corlys notices you, he immediately stands up and embraces you, too. Jace is gently nudged by you to go comfort the girls.

Your eyes meet Daemon's, but Otto stops you as you try to reach him. Otto hugs you while expressing his regret for what happened; all in front of Daemon. You both can see the anger on Daemon's face as he walks to you. Otto is pulled aside, and the two of them have a brief conversation; you can tell from the look on Otto's face that Daemon said something demeaning.

Aegon seems to prefer being anywhere else than here. He is standing near you most of the time and will occasionally take a cup whenever a servant passes by carrying a tray. Helaena chooses to entertain herself by catching a spider. She shows it to you, and despite your sorrow, you smile at her. You are aware of Criston and Alicent watching you the entire, and wonder why Criston seems content.

Later at night, you are summoned to the room because of an incident involving the children. Luke, Jace, Baela, and Rhaena come running to you the moment you enter the room. As Luke's face is the most battered, your attention is drawn to him. But when you see Aemond on the chair, you are horrified. Aemond then turns to fully face you, wanting you to see what they did to him.

Nearly in tears, Alicent demands justice. When Viserys refuses, she is left with no other option. Alicent grabs the king’s blade and heads to the children. She is stunned to witness you quickly running to put your body between her and Luke. More so, the look on your face when she cuts Rhaenyra. It was a look of fear. She could still hear Rhaenyra's words, "Now they see you for what you're."

Aemond breaks the silence by telling his mother not to mourn over him, and that this is a fair trade. He leans on his mother, but she is perplexed when he abruptly leaves her side to approach Rhaenyra and those nearby.

They realize you are what he is actually heading toward, not Rhaenyra. You still have Luke in one arm when he approaches you, and Aemond rests his head against your shoulder. You reluctantly embrace him while everyone looks on. With his good eye, Aemond turns to Luke, glaring ferociously. No one notices.

You then remain by Rhaenyra's side as the maester sews her arm. In another room, Alicent is distressed. She tells her father about the looks you gave her that night and how she might have lost your favor. How she must have frightened you. But she is reassured by Otto that this is untrue; you embracing Aemond that night proved there’s still a chance of you being on their side. You’re fond of the children, and Otto will use that to his every advantage.

At night time, you're taken aback when Laenor wakes you. He apologizes for being absent when the incident happened and for failing to offer you comfort when you needed it, as he was too preoccupied with his grief. Strangely, though, Laenor bids you farewell and mentions how much he values having you in his life.

In the early morning, you’re in Rhaenys’ chamber consoling her for the loss of her son. Viserys had intended to take you with him to King's landing, but after seeing how Rhaenys became childless in a span of days, Viserys let you stay to aid Rhaenys in her grief.

You soon serve as one of the witnesses at Rhaenyra and Daemon's marriage. You are surrounded by the children, who are all in your immediate vicinity. You knew the marriage was not done out of love, but to prepare for something, and for that, you have begun to dread the future.

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Taglist: @westernbaby @elsyyie @athelleen

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thatgirlonstage · 3 months

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Considering the cross section of people who want ao3 to have an algorithm with the painful lack of reading comprehension you see so often on the internet and it occurs to me that part of being able to use a website like ao3 the way it’s intended requires you to… know your own taste.

In order to input the correct filters to find what you’re after, you have to have some sense of what you like and what you don’t like and how those things are described in tags and categories that you can filter on. You have to have the ability to take a fic and parse out which pieces of it you responded to and then figure out how to get more of it. You are, with the aid of a filter system as fantastic as ao3’s, actually more effective than an algorithm at doing that once you know how! You know that the reason you liked this fic was because of the really gooey cuddle scene between A/B, so you know that now you should go look in tags like “Cuddling” or “Hugs” or “Comfort” or “Fluff” or “only one bed + Rated T”. An algorithm can’t tell if you liked the gooey cuddle scene or the fact that it was a steampunk AU or this specific author’s style, it can only make statistical guesses at the fact that a lot of people who liked THIS fic also liked THAT one. It doesn’t know WHY.

But like… that is a skill. It may be a very intuitive skill, especially for people who have been doing it a long time, but if you’re accustomed to being spoonfed suggestions I can guess it wouldn’t be intuitive at all. I can absolutely see how needing to search for your own preferences would stump you if you’ve never had to do it before.

And it is very much an exercise in both literacy and understanding your own taste. If you don’t bother to paint things you read or watch with any more nuanced brush than “I like this” or “I don’t like this”, then you never learn what, exactly, it is that you’re liking or disliking. You’ll never be able to pull a text apart to figure out which strands are compelling and which you could do without. You’ll never be able to tell the difference between what is a generally well-written story and what is tugging at something that you specifically enjoy. Especially in the climate of judging media by its moral correctness, where dislike and especially disgust gets equated to “there is something objectively BadWrong with this art and therefore NO ONE should like ANY part of it,” people are increasingly encouraged to sand away any understanding of their own personal tastes.

Knowing your own taste can be scary. Very seriously, it can be hard to look at yourself and reconcile all the weird, cringe, taboo, silly, gross, embarrassing, or fucked-up stories you might like. It can be easier to just go along with what other people tell you is good or bad, particularly when there is as much pressure as there can be in online spaces—both inadvertent and intentional.

But I promise, I absolutely promise, knowing your taste is the best and fastest way to find more art that you love. Figuring out what it is you like is the route to finding more of it, to finding art that resonates with you, art that bring you joy. Figuring out why you like it can be interesting, but that can be an even bigger and more fraught question to consider. You don’t have to understand the why. Just start with the what. It will unlock so many doors for you.

#idk is this anything #I’m just thinking out loud mostly

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j0shm0 · 15 days

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I took a moment tonight and watched the 2019 Chinese Grand Prix which was the third race of that year and the 1000 Grand Prix of all time. Here are some Interesting takeaway listening to the 56 laps that were led my Sir Lewis Hamilton. These are anecdotes about the race and F1 overall at the time.

- Valtteri Bottas took pole for the 7th time in his career O_O

- Valtteri was 1st in the championship at this point

- Lance out in Q1 7 races in a row (history never seems to not repeat)

- Alex Albon from the pit lane O_O

- 59th time Merc has locked out the front row in the history

- Strategy in 2019 was a planned 1 stop | Became a 2 stop for most teams to try and use mediums in the end for speed (M/H/M)

- 2 drivers spun during the formation trying to warm up their tyres with the corner elevation changes

- Torro Rosso took out both McLarens, dropping them to the back of the grid

- race went green while McLaren tried to change their parts post damage

- Lewis broke away on the start, taking 1st cleanly

- Vettel was pressuring Charles the same way Sainz does now (Charles 1st year at Ferrari)

- Lap 10 aired team orders for Charles >_< "go faster or else"

- Lap 11 aired team order for Charles to swap

- Lap 18 Nico retired due to mechanical issues

- Lap 18 Landos wing was scrapping as he came down the main straight

- Halfway Merc lockout holds with 5second gap

- Winds were are large talking point there, and its only gotten worse with the size of the cars now

- Famed Merc double pit stop on lap 36 was crazy

- Lap 43 Kyvat with Torro Rosso retired

- Lap 49 Lewis asked if Valtteri was under pressure from Seb O_O

- Also Lap 49 and Alex Albon in 10th got lapped by the top 3 in the 2nd to last corner

- Lap 45 Tom informed us Nico reported the problem that retired him

- Lap 50 and they were already talking about swapping Gasly Albon between the Red Bull teams O_O

- Hass race pace always a talking point

- Lap 53 lando retired

- Lap 54 Lewis lapped Riccardo in 7th O_O

- Lap 54 Gasly pitted for Softs for Fastest lap

- LH 74th Carrer Win

- Pit Lane to 10th place finish for Alex Albon for some points

Lap 12 Lewis led with a 3-second gap, verstapen in 5th was 11 seconds behind and Gasly in 6th 10 seconds on top of that

Lap 15 order was Merc, Ferrari, Red Bull for top6 and a mix across the rest

Lap 24 top 6 hasn't changed just reordered due to pit stops, Merc Fer Rb Fer Rb

Halfway through, Lewis is 1sec ahead of Valtteri; from there all others were less than 10 behind each other, with Ricciardo in 7th being 21 behind

Lap 30 Gasly in 6th 15sec off Verstappen, Ricciardo 5th 26 sec off Gasly O_O

Lap 41 back to Merc, Ferrari, Red Bull top 6

Lap 42 Gasly in 6th and 33sec off Verstappen, Ricciardo 7th 10sec behind Gasly

Lap 55 Gasly in 6th and 59 seconds off Charles, Ricciardo 7th 15sec behind Gasly

Final - Lewis led by 6sec / Valtteri had another 13 on Seb with everyone below Ricciardo in 7th being lapped 1 time and everyone below 16th Russell that didn't DNF being lapped 2 times

#f1 #f1 2024 #f1 analysis #f1 2019 #chinese gp 2019 #chinese gp 2024 #china gp 2024 #F1000 #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #valtteri bottas #mercedes #ferrari #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #daniel ricciardo

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Okay so someone requested sub!Joe x reader and the way she'd want to make him basically cry fucking him and the damn ask disappeared after I tried to post it, so I've had to write as a normal post. Here you go anon, if you see this I hope this fulfils your fantasies 👀💀🖤

Also tagging @harrys-four-nipples especially at request because she rose from the dead especially for this shit

It's sincerely difficult when you're attracted to your best friend and live in the same flat together and the feeling is mutual, yet neither of you are wanting to go that step further and tell each you're actually into one another. The time you spent together was no more than fun and when and if you went back home together empty handed without a one night stand after your infamous tradition of pub Friday; you'd use each other as a way to hook up and take the sexual frustration out. It'd always end in Joe dominating you, choking you tight whilst he fucked his cock into your cunt, bringing you to tears the way his length would rail you in his bed. You're not sure how this started, nor bothered by the way it did, because it was always the best damn sex either of you ever had.

This one particular night saw you not entirely phased on looking for 'victims' to take back to your flat, rather eyes on each other, clinking your pints together and settling on a deal. "You sure you're not bothered?" Joe muttered.

"About what?" you replied.

"Bringing a man home so he can barely make you cum."

"Oh shut up, guys make me-"

"Not like I do." Joe winked.

You rolled your eyes at him, he looked like the cockiest son of a bitch ever, he personally knew this because you told him once when his head was between your legs, crying out that no man had ever made you cum during foreplay, Joe knew it was true just purely by the face you'd make the next morning, grimacing with a quick thumbs down as he smirked at you from the kitchen whilst you saw the man in question out of the front door.

You completely ignored his smug features and continued. "Deal is, whoever downs this pint fastest, gets to dominate the other tonight."

"So we are hooking up tonight." Joe sat back in his chair, fist batting the air.

"You ready Quinn?"

"Ready." You gulped your pint down, Joe didn't bother, he just sat and watched you. You set your glass down onto the table, your eyes flitted between his and the still full pint glass his hand was barely clutching onto.

"Did you hear me right?" You looked in a confused state.

"I did."

"So you want me to dominate?"

"I want to see what you can do Y/N, I want you to fucking defile me."

Your breath hitched, no matter what, Joe was always the dominant one and now he was challenging you from your own deal? Fuck.

"Challenge accepted Joseph." Joe nodded at you, downing his drink minutes after you had and stood up to go replenish your glasses with more alcohol.

Several drinks later, you stumbled the short distance from your local pub and back to your flat, unlocking the door Joe almost fell through losing his balance making you giggle at him. "Come here." Joe uttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him barely seconds after you'd locked the door behind you.

You pulled yourself away from his clutch, making him furrow his brow. Turning round to face him, you pushed his chest forcefully, making him take a few steps back. "I believe we agreed on me dominating you, Mr Quinn." Joe raised his hands in defeat as a gesture of saying do your worst.

You walked off in front of him into his bedroom, Joe followed up behind you like a lost puppy and you quickly made haste at grabbing his hips and pushing him back into the wall. Leaning up onto your tip toes, you crashed your lips onto his, teeth clashing, tongues dancing and your mouths fiercely moving together in unison. You grabbed at his crotch, palming it effectively, making him groan when you added pressure onto your grip. "Now listen to me." You bit down onto his lip, his eyes growing not realising your strength as you held his arm up to the side. "You're going to be a good fucking boy and you're going to lay there and take everything I'm going to give, okay?"

Joe smirked at the way you spoke, you don't know why you did it, but your hand left his now fully erect bulge and lightly slapped him across his cheek. "Okay?" Joe's face fell and nodded at you. "I'm going to be your good boy." Joe replied, falling straight into a submissive state.

You dragged him over to his bed and pushed him down to sit, straddling his waist you unbuttoned his shirt slowly, licking your lips when you saw his delectable chest in the flesh, instantly attacking his neck first, you have his head falling back whimpering sinking your teeth into the thickness of it. "Oh fuck, Y/N." He let out a wild moan when your clothed cunt pressed down against his cock, dry humping him, the zipper flicking against your clit every now and then making you whine. "Yeah you like that?" Joe let out a small mhm, his head falling onto your shoulder when your hips writhed harder.

You pushed him back so he was fully laid down, legs dangling off the edge, pressing down onto his stomach so you could move faster, the wetness of your panties becoming more prominent. You slid off to the side of him, undressing yourself, his eyes watching your every move, chest leaping into the air and back down again, eager to find out where you were going with this.

You fell to your knees, leaning forward to unbutton his trousers, Joe lifted his hips so you could remove them as quickly as you intended too, taking his boxers down with him so he lay completely naked before you. "What's that look for?" Joe questioned, the way you gazed at his cock maliciously had him fearing for whatever you had planned, Joe had never seen you this worked up, you were ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You creeped up onto the bed, mounting him completely, he looked down watching the way your tits hung from your chest, huffing a sigh trying to figure out whether it was best or not he kept his hands to himself. "Don't even think about it." You took a hand to his cheeks, clenching them together and bringing his eyes right back up to you. "Wasn't about to." You hovered your face downward so your lips fell against his ear. "Good boy." He shivered at your breath as you spoke out running through him, his cock twitching lightly at the way you praised him, he weirdly was enjoying this more than he thought.

You couldn't help the way your tongue slid from his bottom lip down his jaw, down his neck, his chest, nibbling at his stomach, down his happy trail and stopping right where the tip of his cock laid. Intentionally blowing on it made him grip the sheets, Joe laid staring at the ceiling trying to stop himself from cumming just from the way you teased.

"Please." It was becoming apparent that Joe didn't particularly enjoy being in the submissive side of things in the respect that he had to wait to be given what he needed. "Please what?"

"Please suck my cock love."

"Good boy's don't beg, they wait." You moved so you were kneeling in the same spot you were when Joe took his trousers down, leaning up so you had a hefty space of reaching for him, you lowered your mouth down, tonguing at his balls, the sudden contact making him squirm. "Oh fuck yes." Joe growled. Your mouth took a suck of each side, letting them fall back gracefully as you nibbled onto his sack, covering every inch of it with your teeth. "Shit Y/N, that feels so good."

Your tongue proceeded to work it's way upward, the tip of your muscle dancing straight up his length, your hand now massaging his balls, gripping them every now and then tighter just to see him grimace. "You want it?" you asked nicely, pointing to your mouth.

"But you said-"

"I said. Do. You. Want. It."

"Yes."

You took the head of his cock into your mouth, slurping on it heavily, washing your tongue over the tip, the saltiness of the leakage he'd already presented coating it as you hummed a moan. "You taste so good." Joe groaned at that, he'd told you once in the early days of you hooking up that he found nothing sexier than communicating and from then on in you made you sure you spoke plenty, it was always the last thing he needed to hear before he usually came where he wanted. Joe's hands suddenly came over the back of your head and you swatted your eyes to him immediately, slowly shaking your head, his hands stopping in mid-air once they'd raised back up and going back to their previous position, resting above his head.

You took about half of his length into your mouth, bobbing your head as slowly as you could manage, you wanted to fuck your mouth with his cock so bad, but all in good time. You stroked your tongue along with the movement, your hand moving up to jerk the base of his cock at a steady pace. Your cunt was dripping at the way he moaned your name, desperate for this to go on yet craving so bad for him to be inside of you; you'd keep these thoughts to yourself.

Your eyes rose to look over his features, his lips parted, hips shaking, eager to buck up into you but he refrained from doing so, quite rightly understanding that you were in full control. You loathed this moment, drank every second in watching him submit to you. So you decided to reward him, taking your hand away and taking almost every inch of his thick cock, reaching the depths of your throat and choking down on it. His hips did buck up once but you let that go, too busy concentrating on trying not to regurgitate with your shitty gag reflex. "Y/N, stop, you're going to make me cum." You brought your head back up but immediately slammed his shaft back down your throat again, repeating the process a few more times. His seed accidentally spewed down your throat in a hot minute, his moans borderline pornographic in their wake, you drank the lot and he knew he was in for a spot of bother once you came up for air.

You immediately straddled back onto his waist, your small hand covering what you could of his neck, your fingers pushing inward to grip his at his throat, making him jump slightly, it was safe to assume he wasn't expecting that. "Did I say you could cum?"

"No, I'm sorry I tried to say-"

You moved yourself up so you were sat on his stomach, arching your hand back and immediately began fisting at his cock, jerking wildly making sure that he kept his erection. "You listen to me and you listen good." Joe nodded apprehensively. "I'm going to fucking ride you senseless and you'd better not cum until I say so, got it?"

Joe moaned at the sensitivity and friction that your hand gave his shaft, nodding motionlessly this time, his eyes sparkling at yours apologetically. "Yes."

"Won't believe you until you prove it now, you've been a naughty boy." You moved yourself back, rubbing your cunt over his length and his immediate response was to sit up, he tried to kiss you but you just pushed him back down with all your might. "Stay the fuck down."

You positioned his cock upward, hovering above it and slowly sank downward burying it inside of you. Your walls clenched around his thickness, your head fell back in a state of moans when you felt him stretch you slightly, you'd never get tired of the way he felt and you'd never get tired of the way he made you feel. Fuck you had it bad.

Once fully adjusted. You slowly moved your hips, riding him even too agonisingly unrushed for you, leaning downward you brushed his lips with yours, your foreheads pressing together as you worked him. "I fucking love the way my cock fills your pussy love, feels too good." You bit down onto his bottom lip, pulling it back, your grip had it stinging and then you let go. Catching him off guard, you sat back up, picking up his hands and placing them onto your hips. "Move me, make me cum now." You demanded.

Joe knew the way to do it and he knew exactly the way you liked to be fucked, he was practically an expert in this field, he raised you up and down, bouncing your cunt up to the tip and then slamming you back down again forcefully, you were both hot messes for one another, the way his cock degraded your hole made the knot in your stomach tighten, your cunt dripping your juices downward and leaving a mess on his balls. "Keep doing that, harder." You protested and he answered straight away, his hips bucking upward to meet your bounces, he cried out your name countless amounts. You pushed his hands off of you and thrusted your hips back and fourth, pressing down onto his chest for leverage.

"You fuck my cock so well, you don't know what you do to me Y/N, oh my-" You stopped. He was falling into his pit of doom once more, so close to his orgasm. "No, don't stop-"

"Not until I say." You warned him. Fastening up the pace once more, you leaned downward, putting your weight onto the top half of his body, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and rocked yourself up and down his cock, the both of you throbbing, sweating and whimpering for your releases.

"Please Y/N, I've been a good boy, please let me cum. I need to cum, baby, let your cunt milk me." Well he'd never called you baby before, shit.

That threw you over the edge, your face fell into the crook of his neck as your orgasm hit you from head to toe, tightening your grip, your walls now caging his length inside of you so it couldn't move, your thighs shuddered at the twitches coming directly from your clit, you were so turned on and it was a long awaited climax, so you deserved to relish in the moment.

You moved your body back, taking his cock with you, lifting yourself onto your feet but kneeling, you bounced freely on top of him, Joe had tears in his eyes from the release he was holding in deep down. "You want to cum Joe?"

"Please. Please- I-I c-can't t-take i-it." That was your key to give him the go ahead, you'd let him suffer long enough.

"Cum for me." Joe gave way as soon as you said it, a gasp for air had his head startling upward, his eyes squeezing shut as he choked out the lengthiest and unholy moan you'd ever heard escape him.

You didn't speak a word whilst you got cleaned up, you returned back to Joe's room who was now grasping at the covers to just lift himself up to climb into bed. "I've been thinking-"

"A dangerous thing to do." You interrupted, making him pout.

"I'm going to let you dominate more often because that was fucking hot." You did a little victory jig, earning a laugh from Joe.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it and made the decision to let me. Goodnight Joe." You turned to walk away with a hefty sigh, your heart filled full with confusion about your feelings that had grown in the last couple of hours, even more achier than usual, but the sudden call of your name had you turn right back around.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we just, I mean I know I never ask this of you, but can we just cuddle tonight?" Your jaw almost dropped to the floor, sure you and Joe had the odd cuddle here and there; but never after sex.

You moved round to the other side of the bed and Joe opened up the sheets for you to get in next to him. You turned to your side and he wrapped his arm over you. Silence fell once more for at least a good 10 minutes, you were almost falling asleep and thought you'd misheard Joe when he nuzzled his face into your hair and whispered. "Fuck, I love you." It didn't feel like the way a friend would say it, the butterflies wouldn't have fluttering their way round your stomach if it was just a friend thing. He meant it exactly the way you thought and he wasn't sure whether or not he meant for you to hear it either but he was very much in love with you.

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TW??: Mentions of cutting, Self-harm

Okay, so, this is kind of just for myself, but here's how I think the COTC characters would react to seeing someone close to them (you) harming themselves!

Isaac

Isaac would stare at you for a moment, probably in shock you would do this to yourself. I mean, why? And even then, he thought you would trust him with your issues. At first he may seem mad, but really, it's just to conceal the fact he's actually scared shitless he may be the reason for your self-harming. He would try to comfort you, although not being very good at it, and would most likely just bandage your cuts. He then prays to He who walks behind the rows to grant you good luck and give you happiness and motivation.

Malachai

Malachi wouldn't even try to hide his worry. He would slowly walk up to you, grab your wrists, and examine the cuts, trying to see how deep they are, how stretched out, all that. He would be frustrated, but not because of you, rather, because he wasn't there to prevent it. He would then, rather quickly as to stop any bleeding, bandage your cuts, applying some but not too much pressure. He would also try and get you to open up to him a bit, so he could attempt to comfort you.

Eli

The horror on this boy's face would speak volumes. He would panic, running up to you and asking you if you needed anything as he scrambled for bandages to try and patch you up. He's also extremely sad, why didn't you tell him you were struggling? Didn't you trust him? After reassuring him you were just scared, he would still be horrified, but would try to comfort you by cuddling with you. Oh, and he would definitely pray to he who walks behind the rows to make you feel better.

Joshua

He's a bit more calm. Despite being worried for your well-being, he would try to approach you gently and softly, careful not to make any sudden movements. While bandaging you, he would ask you questions like "why didn't you tell me?" "Do you wanna talk about it?" and "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He doesn't want to see you on your own, struggling, so he would try his best to be helpful and provide you with a safe space to vent.

Micah

Very concerned. His eyes would keep glancing from your face, to the place you hurt yourself, and to the blade/whatever you used to cut yourself. With shaky breaths, he would slowly walk up to you and take the blade away, his hands trembling like a leaf in a tornado. He would stay still for a moment before wrapping you in a tight hug, sobbing and begging you not to harm yourself again, he doesn't want to see you hurt...He wants to see you happy. After some crying and lots of hugs, you would bandage your cuts together and then just continue snuggling and sobbing.

Abel

He would be confused at first. What are you doing? Why are you dragging that blade across your skin? You know that can harm you, right? However, after explaining what and why you were doing what you were doing, Abel would just...freeze. He would stare at you, wide eyed, almost seeming disturbed, before he would slowly slap the blade away. He would be angry and sad. Angry that you were hurting yourself, sad for the same reason. He would silently bandage you up, and then lay on your lap and let you pet him to calm down as you just vented out your feelings while crying.

Danny

Danny would act very sympathetic. Seeing as his relationship with his dad probably wasn't the best, he too, at some point, harmed himself, so he could understand your struggle, even if only a little. Having experience from bandaging himself, he would bandage your wounds slowly and cautiously while you could just vent and ramble to him, whatever would calm you down. Afterwards, the two of you would probably do some kind of fun activity to distract you, or just nap together, whatever passes time the fastest and whatever you want at the moment.

I don't know if this is accurate, but...I feel like it would be, but I could be incorrect

#children of the corn urban harvest #Children of the corn #children of the corn revelation #children of the corn final sacrifice #Idk man I just wanted to do this

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conniesbae · 2 years

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The Spins

Pairings: Conrad Fisher x reader

Warnings: Underage drinking/smoking

So, I was listening to The Spins by Mac Miller earlier and this imagine came to mind, idk why lol. The song isn't directly mentioned, but there is a small party scene so you can imagine it playing there. The song was just the inspo for the fic. Enjoy!

I never thought that I would find the type of men that exist in movies or books. The ones that are so beautifully written that you actually fall in love with a fictional character, wishing that someday, someone will show you that type of love. I swore that it would never happen to me, until I met Conrad Fisher.

"Can't we just stay here? I'm already so comfortable laying here with you, don't make me get up."

"We already told everyone that we would go Connie," I laughed at the boy who's laying in between my legs with his head on my chest.

"Did we like sign papers stating; we, Conrad Fisher and y/n y/l/n will be attending Shayla's party," I could feel him smile against me, knowing that he was only trying to make me laugh.

I playfully rolled my eyes, "let's go Connie, we're already late."

Finally after convincing Conrad to get up, I was able to get ready. I neatly wrapped my hair in a claw clip, leaving a few strands out to frame my face. I did some light makeup and changed into a pair of jean shorts and Conrad's Cousin's hoodie.

Conrad, watching me in awe the whole time. His favorite thing to do is admire me. He loves the way I look, everything about me. He wouldn't change anything. He swore up and down that my beauty is unlike anything, and he makes sure to remind me everyday.

"You're so beautiful y/n," he cups my face with his hands and leaves a kiss on my forehead, "please don't ever forget that."

He knows that I have always struggled with self image issues, so he wasn't expecting me to accept his words. He just needed me to know and needed me to hear him say it. I put my hands over his and smiled up at him; that was good enough for him. God, I am so in love with this boy.

We're finally on our way to Shayla's. Conrad's driving with one hand on the wheel, the other hand intertwined with mine. He lets me listen to whatever I want, because he can never say no to me. He'll never admit it, but he prefers my music because he loves to see how happy I get singing along to my favorite songs.

When we make our way into the house, we immediately notice how much fun Jeremiah is having. He's always the life of the party, he swears he can outdrink anybody .

At the party, Conrad never leaves my side. Not because he doesn't trust me, but because that's where he wants to be.

"Y/n you need to have at least one drink," Jere says while handing me a cup.

I don't drink mostly because I can't stand the taste, but also because I have social anxiety and always worried that I would be the annoying drunk that no one wants at the party. But, ever since Conrad has come into my life, I don't worry as much because I know that he will be there.

I smile at Jere and take the cup from him, "fine, but only one."

5 drinks later, Steven and I are seeing who can shotgun the fastest. Finishing first, I threw the can down. Conrad looking proud of me, picked me up while jumping up and down; everyone around us cheering me on.

"How does losing feel Steven," I said.

"I let you win."

"Sure you did," Shayla laughed while they walked away.

"You doing okay?" Conrad asks, noticing that I'm getting pretty drunk.

"Yeah I'm great," I smile at him.

This warms his heart, "good," he says.

"Can we smoke Connie?" I ask while wrapping my arms around him and looking up at him. I know that he's been wanting me to smoke with him but never wants me to feel pressured into doing it.

"You wanna smoke?" He asks with excitement in his voice, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

"Yes, but not here. I want it to just be us."

"Of course baby, anything you want," he doesn't usually call me baby, but when he does it gives me butterflies.

Since Conrad didn't drink, he's able to drive us back to the house. I felt bad that he wasn't able to drink, I know he likes to. I knew that the reason he didn't was because he wanted to be completely sober and attentive incase I needed anything.

We finally get back into his room, the familiar scent filling my nose. I love being here, it feels like home. I immediately change into a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt that's too big on me because of how short I am compared to him.

As Conrad sits on the side of his bed rolling a joint, I can't help but stare at him. He doesn't have a shirt on, only wearing sweatpants. The way his hair falls in front of his eyes makes my heart jump every time. He's so unbelievably perfect. I still can't believe that he's all mine, that he wants me.

"Okay you get first hit," he hands the joint and a lighter to me.

"You always say that whoever rolls it gets first hit."

"You're not Steven or Jere. You get first hit," he looks at me, his eyes full of love.

I put the joint to my lips and light it. Hitting it for a good ten seconds, I inhaled and blew it out. Surprisingly, I didn't cough as much as I thought I was going to, but my throat still burned.

"You okay? That was a big first hit," Conrad grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it; always worrying about me.

After my last cough, I look at him, my eyes feeling heavy, "yes," I said smiling.

"Your eyes are so red," he shakes his head and laughs.

"Your turn," I hand it to him.

He pulls me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He hits the joint and then motions for me to open my mouth, which I do, and then he blows the smoke into my mouth. I can see in his eyes that he enjoyed it, and I did too.

We finish the joint while talking about anything and everything. This is what I love most about us, we never run out of things to talk about.

"I liked that," I looked into his eyes. Those blue eyes always do something to me.

His eyes travel from my lips, up to my eyes, back to my lips, "kiss me."

I lean into him, pressing my lips to his. Our lips fit perfectly together, like they were made for each other. We pull away, and he grabbed my hands and kissed the back of each one.

"I love you so much y/n," he says, almost in a whisper.

He makes my heart so full, I never thought that I would have what we have. He's the most amazing person ever, there's no one like him.

I leaned in to hug him, "I love you so much Connie."

#conrad fisher x reader #tsitp imagine #conrad fisher imagine #tsitp fanfic #the summer i turned pretty

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ladyhallen · 10 months

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The Unintended Seduction of the Nidaime Hokage

It wasn't spite, entirely, that motivated Haruki.

She was just...differently motivated, if she really was pressed about it.

And she was pressed, the first time Senju Tobirama-sama, Nidaime Hokage, Head Officer of the Research Division and her long time crush asked her about it.

“It's not polite to eavesdrop,” she muttered, feeling a bit trapped as he sat her down in front of his desk and waved off all the AnBu.

He raised one eyebrow. “It wasn't eavesdropping if you were both having a really loud conversation outside my door, Haruki-san.”

He crossed his unfairly wonderful arms and stared at her. “And apparently, eavesdropping is the only way I would know of your eternal vow to remain my secretary until I die. Among other things.

Haruki blushed bright red, cursing her sisters big fat mouth and the embarrassment she could feel creeping up on her. Already, the sweat was dripping down her back.

Well, in for a kunai.

“Look,” she said, resigned to maybe not leaving her house until a year and he forgot about this conversation. Unlikely. “I was an impressionable thirteen year old and that time, Shodaime-sama had just left us and then Madara-sama. And I looked around the chaos and thought, wow we would all be in deep trouble if Tobirama-sama went away too.”

He looked surprised but Haruki would honestly faint if she kept looking at his handsome, perfect face. So she stared at his just as distracting forearms and continued, “I snooped around. I asked. I observed. And I realized that you just kept working. And that's not good. Either you weren't being given rights to grieve, or you were too busy to do so. No one was helping you.”

He coughed. “So you, at thirteen, made a blood pact in front of Inari-sama's shrine that you would devote your life to me so that Konoha would remain standing.”

At least, Haruki consoled herself, she couldn't blush any deeper. “My sister was supposed to keep that a secret until I killed her or she killed me,” she muttered under her breath. Then, in a louder voice, “My family is deeply religious, Nidaime-sama. My sister took that as seriously as I did. That is, she has been in deep trouble with my father since he has been pushing me to get married. Which I can't.”

“Because of the blood pact.”

Haruki nodded. “Because of the blood pact. She's been secretly burning the letters my father has been sending me.”

“And she's here because?”

Haruki sighed and covered her face. “Because apparently, she thought I was taking too long seducing you.”

Someone made a sound deeply like a cackle. It was disguised as a cough, but it was very obviously a cackle of laughter. Some AnBu had disobeyed orders and stayed.

Fuck.

Haruki really was wondering if she could invent a jutsu to just. Stay underwater. Maybe live there. Uzumaki's were nice, maybe they'd pencil in this request for some experimental jutsu invention.

After a moment's fidgeting, the anxiety was too much and she couldn't take it anymore. She looked up and caught sight of his face and almost fell off her chair.

Nidaime-sama, scourge of the Research Department interns, most efficient and fastest man alive, was blushing.

Inari-sama preserve her, he was blushing. And it was so cute. He always looked fetching in red. Haruki was going to die.

“Uhm,” she coughed. “Nidaime-sama, am I in trouble?”

Tobirama-sama sighed deeply. “No. AnBu Crow, if you don't want to be assigned to work in the sewers, leave and keep your mouth shut.”

Immediately, the giggles disappeared. Haruki felt strangely terrified.

“I am remembering everything you've done for me,” Nidaime-sama said, tone even and quiet. His eyes were on her and it was very intense. Haruki needed something to hold or squeeze. She can't take this much pressure. She would explode.

“Eight years of birthday gifts, medicine when I'm sick and a lot of clothes that you made yourself. If I'm also right, you planted my favorite flowers and placed them around my house.”

Inari-sama bless him. He remembered.

“I also clean your house when you have missions and keep your files sorted so it doesn't give you a strain to find them again later.” Haruki muttered, unable to help herself.

He smiled at her. “And you do all those things for me, yes. Without asking. I thought you were simply a very efficient secretary until I realized that all the other department heads have been trying to poach you for years. Then I wondered what was going on until eavesdropping answered all my questions!”

Haruki had seen those letters indeed! She puffed up in indignation. “I made my vows to you, not to any other,” she said seriously.

Tobirama-sama finally laughed. It was a kind laugh. She had been privy to a lot of things being his secretary and he had never laughed so nicely before. Haruki was melting.

“Ah, Haruki-san, you can tell your sister you've succeeded. You have very definitely seduced me. No one has ever worked so hard at it for eight years before!”

“Nidaime-sama?” she asked in a faint voice. Haruki was surely poisoned and hallucinating?

“You can call me Tobirama,” he said, standing up and plucking her straight out of her chair. “Is my schedule clear for today, Haruki-san?”

Reflexively, she said, “You had a meeting with the Elders at three and afternoon teatime with Mito-sama.”

He growled out, “I'll send them a note,” before whisking her away with a hiraishin.

I had worldbuilding notes but like, AO3 is down and I don’t really remember wtf I wrote. But like, y’all should go to AO3 when it’s back anyway because I think I edited some stuff there better.

#fanfiction #naruto #senju tobirama #my oc #humor #crack #romance

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unperceivable-future · 10 months

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Narcissus [Pilot]

Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader

Content warning: My own take on the Hanahaki Disease. English is not my best language. Foul language. Angst. May not feel like a Reader-insert considering that Reader has a given quirk and other parameters (except appearance) [I'll be updating the list as I go]

Synopsis: In a world where humans have further evolved into having redundant traits, you are simply trying to survive life while assisting the Winged Hero.

Note: This story concept smacked me on the head when I was having a sad girl moment.

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"Don't forget your meeting with the chairwoman at 2 PM." You remind Hawks as you hand him a stack of papers for him to go through and sign.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course." Your boss grumbles as he goes through a casefile.

In a world where humans have further evolved into gaining superhuman abilities, meta abilities as they have first been coined, comes in a rather redundant trait.

You personally think that quirks are an interesting evolutionary trait. They vary and therefore cannot be pinpointed to selective pressures in nature. It is not akin to peppered moths darkening due to the soot that comes with the Industrial Revolution, quirks were random and have no basis.

So did the abilities of humans coughing up petals after petals when they feel strongly for another person.

You have worked with Hawks three months since he started his hero agency. Fresh out of college and simply through nepotism, maybe a little bit of genetic luck. Your quirk and your family ties were what links you to the Wing Hero.

"I'd appreciate it if you actually read through the reports since, you know, Madame Witch herself would like to know how your last mission went. In full detail." You add in annoyance.

You watched him start as a new hero, a new agency and simply a company you joined through the recommendations by your mother. A mysterious boy that came out of nowhere much like you did if anybody were to take tabs.

"When have I actually not?" Hawks retorts, he looks up to you with such a charmingly playful smile.

"Would you actually like me to list that out for you?" You huff out. It took a while for your relationship with your boss to stabilise.

You joined Hawks' hero agency a few months after the agency itself started. Hawks was anal at first, absolutely all over the place after just firing his fifth assistant in the three-month period his company was set up. He grilled you, put you through so many tasks with mind numbing filings and organising paperwork as his previous assitants simply could not keep up. He was intimidating and a bit pissy, already forecasted for you to fail and to be tossed away but you managed. In fact, you exceeded his expectations, having been able to be a step behind him and sometimes a step before.

When you hit your second month in the company, he actually became a bit nicer and more relaxed. Perhaps it is the fact that you were able to clean up the administrative mess that was caused by the start-up of his business plus the fact that you're coping quite well under the pressure of his ever growing popularity and high demands. And that you memorised his personal likes and dislikes.

And now four years later, your dynamic with your boss is much like you being the nagging mother, constantly reminding him of the mundane tasks of hero work while also picking up after him.

"What does next week look like?" He asks, still reading through whatever casefile the Hero Public Safety Commission handed him some time ago.

"No meetings but your new sidekicks are joining in so you're---"

"Training them, yeah, got it." He sighs, snapping the folder shut and shoots you a tired smile.

It is admirable how Hawks can withstand the pressure of being the number 3 hero despite his young age. He breaks records of being the youngest and fastest while looking so cool and effortless that spectators are under the assumption that he is an under challenged prodigy.

But he is not. He is simply human running on constant adrenaline and stress.

"I'll go grab you some coffee. You might wanna look alive for when the chairwoman shows up." You offer, turning your heels and making your way out of his office.

"Have I mentioned that you're such an angel?" He calls out and you can hear the grin in his voice.

"Many times." You retort like clockwork.

He always tries to make himself look like he has got his shit together despite his age. And honestly? That's definitely why a lot of the people in this country cough up sunflowers when they think of him.

#bnha hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #bnha hawks

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lovebillyhargrove · 11 months

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Billy's Camaro fic. Chapter 16

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Ever since he started having all these vague feelings about Hargrove, Steve has never thought that it would lead anywhere. That they would actually end up kissing each other like two drunk teenagers in love, absolutely indecent and steamy, lost in lust, uncaring of the world spinning around them. He has also never imagined that their lips would fit so perfectly well, interlocked in the most natural way, just like they've found home on each other. Lock and key, turn, click, it's their place now.

Billy is kissing him, and the fast and savage has turned into slow and savouring, and it gets registered in his mush brain that they are both moaning, mmm fucking loving it, Hargrove's hand on Steve's crotch is burning his dick through the jeans, and Billy's applying just the right among of pressure, palming Steve, confidently, that smooth motherfucker, like he .. like he knows exactly what he is doing, and maybe .. okay maybe it's the dry spell, maybe it's the fact that Steve has been tiptoeing around dreaming of this moment for so long, or the fact that Steve was caught off guard with Billy showing up without a warning earlier today. Also, quite probably it's the undeniable truth that Hargrove is doing a damn good job kissing him and rolling that big hot palm, rubbing his dick in the way that makes Steve, well .. it's uh ..

It takes him only one minute to literally cream his pants.

His whole body jerks, pleasure waves knocking him over. He's slumping against the door, and Hargrove is still kissing him, no tongue, just kinda holding his lips on Steve's and smiling into the kiss.

Oh god, it is so embarrassing

He did not expect that

To be honest, he didn't expect anything just one hour ago

"Hey I'm .. " his voice is weak and unusually thin

"I think it was the fastest I've ever scored."

Steve's huffing out a nervous awkward laugh and Billy snorts. Steve's eyes are still closed and although the after feels great, he can't look Billy directly in those ice-blue eyes

"I uh .. I usually last longer than that."

"It's fine. We'll have time to explore how long you can hold out for."

No, it's fucking pathetic, and Steve just wants to sink through the floor right now, but Billy .. Billy's hand is now curled around his waist, and he's tickling Steve's ear with his hot breath, and .. he sounds like he means it, it's fine. There's nothing to be ashamed of, it happens. Even the snort wasn't mean.

Steve brings his hand to Hargrove's own visible bulge and tries to unzip the jeans, but Billy stops him mid-movement

"As much as I want it, pretty boy .. and I so want it .. but this stupid wound kinda hurts, and I'm just .. dead tired, I'll fall asleep on the rug here if I don't find a bed right this second."

"Oh of course .. of course!! I'm .. I'm so .. I'm sorry! Are you hungry? Do you want to take a shower? There's still your toothbrush and everything .."

"I'll just go straight to bed. It's tricky to take a shower with a bandage, I'm too tired for it now. And I am hungry, but I'm much more just .." - Billy's whole body is kinda laying on top of Steve, - "It was a long fucking drive. Where can I sleep?"

"Guest room? Or .. my bed? You can sleep in my bed?"

"Your bed."

"Okay."

Steve unglues himself from the door together with Hargrove on him. It feels wet and sticky in his underwear but it also feels amazing.

They go upstairs to Steve's room where Billy just takes off the jacket and jeans

and slides under the blanket in his t-shirt and underwear

"Fuuck, it's so good to finally be able to stretch like that."

He sighs contentedly and mumbles

"Night, Steve."

"Yeah .. good night."

It's six in the evening.

Billy's been on the road for thirty-three hours, did he actually stop? He couldn't have driven from California to Indiana without stopping, could he? It's physically impossible.

Steve's gonna ask all the questions tomorrow.

He goes to the shower and washes away his cum, still high on the ohmygodohmygod it's fucking real. Still bummed about the whole creaming his pants too fast incident. Dammit. Ugh.

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Close to the morning Steve hears in his sleep like the mattress is shifting near him .. the bed becomes emptier .. he hears the distant sound of running water and then somewhere close to the time when his alarm usually goes off

There's heavy weight on the bed again, and someone's getting under the blanket and sliding his big hand all over Steve's side .. tenderly, slowly .. it is so gentle, but at the same time the hand is heavy, manly, it is so new .. there's the fresh smell of toothpaste and .. yeah it's coffee aroma in the air, and the hand is becoming more insistent, lifting Steve's t-shirt up, kneading his shoulder and back, dragging his underwear down and grabbing his ass cheek, stroking his thigh, down and up and .. oh god going for Steve's already hard dick - what was it, just a couple of seconds - and he's this hard ..? Again.

"I've started the coffee, pretty boy."

Billy's low voice

"Do you have to go to work today?"

"Mhmm .."

Steve's humming, eyes still closed, half asleep.

"It's so fucking hot that you're so easy for me. Look how hard you are already."

Billy is touching him, everywhere, tracing his fingers over Steve's balls and up his cock

"It's the hottest thing, you being so hard for me."

"So soft down there .."

Billy's palm is gently fondling his balls again

"And so hard up here .."

Slowly, torturously dragging the fingers up his dick

There's a wild thought flashing through Steve's still sleepy head that maybe it's all a dream. In this case, Steve doesn't want it to end

Billy's hand is again so sure - how can he be so unafraid ?? ..

It's all about these flesh-scorching sensations in Steve's feverish mind. Feather-like touches, finger taking precome from the slit and spreading it all over the head of his dick, same finger toying with the hem .. a little bit of squeezing, a little bit of loving, circling, circling with maddening consistency

Steve wants to sob in his pillow

"Stop teasing me, Hargrove."

"Do you have any lube?"

"I don't .. nngh .. I don't have any."

Billy spits in his palm and wraps it around him

"This will have to do then."

It feels so filthy, Steve loves it

He loves Hargrove's large hand around his dick

Billy's whispers and moans pour like molten iron in Steve's ear

"You're so hard for me, Harrington .. so fucking easy .."

Hargrove jerks Steve off, his own dick pressing on Steve's ass cheeks, he's humping his ass, breath heavy and sultry

It builds and it builds, and it grows, the pleasure in Steve's lower abdomen, in his balls, ready to explode and flood all his body with bliss

He's fucking into Billy's fist, messily

Until it rips through him, and he cums with a groan all over the bed and his belly and Billy's fist.

Just a couple of minutes later Billy follows

shooting his hot cum on Steve's back, panting sweatily into his neck, and oh my god, if it's not the hottest sensation he's ever felt

This time he did last more than one minute, at least.

Billy's body is relaxed against Steve's and Steve just wants to sleep more, just like that, together, covered in cum - why isn't it gross? Because it isn't, it feels so good

But at this moment his alarm clock goes off

"Damn it!"

He smashes it in frustration and whines

"Don't wanna get up."

When suddenly

Someone's pounding at the door downstairs. Steve's eyelids fly open

The fucker Hargrove chuckles

"Perfect timing hehee .. Who is it? Parents?"

Steve's lifting himself on his right elbow

"No, they uh .. they have a key, they don't need to .."

The pounding resumes

Billy's wiping himself and Steve with a sheet

"You're gonna open the door?"

"Steve ?? STEVE!!!"

That's .. Max's voice? Oh shit. Steve's looking at Billy who's not smiling anymore

"I don't think we have a choice."

Steve jumps out of bed and puts sweatpants on

He turns to face Billy who's still laying on the bed and only now sees that his torso is bandaged, all around

Fucking hell ..

"Hey, Steve !!"

The pounding intensifies

Steve runs downstairs

"Coming!! I'm coming, Jesus!"

He opens the door, and there's Max, eyes fiery, fists clenched

"Hey is Billy here? El told me .."

"Uh .. yeah. Uhm .."

Max pushes past Steve.

"Billy .. ??"

Turns to him.

"Where is he?"

'Well, he is sleeping, I guess. But uh .. you probably woke him up. Just a second, I'll go look."

There's no need, cause Billy is coming down the stairs, wearing Steve's other sweatpants and throwing on a t-shirt

Max sees the bandage though

"Oh my god, Billy? .. Billy, are you okay? Are you .. "

She's staring at him, eyes wide open

"You're alive? .."

She flings herself at Billy but he's wincing at the embrace, patting her shoulder with his right hand

"Easy, Max."

Is he not happy to see her ? - Steve thinks

"You're alive, asshole !! Why didn't you tell me?"

Billy's just standing there, like a stone statue.

Max steps back a little.

"Were you going to tell me ?? .."

"How did you know I'm here?"

"El called me yesterday and said that .. you were alive and coming to Hawkins. She was so happy, she said Hopper was back and she said .. family's important."

Max is clutching her backpack straps

"It was very late yesterday for me to go outside, mom .. mom doesn't let .. and doesn't like when I stay out late, so I had to wait till the morning but .. I couldn't sleep and .."

"Oh, how's Susan?"

"She's .." - Max's shoulders slouch a little

"She's okay but .."

She stops mid-sentence and suddenly glances at Steve as if looking for some information

"Does he ..? Do you know about your ..?"

"I know, Max. I know about Neil."

They both fall silent.

Somehow Steve decides that it is not the worst moment to cut in

"Hey guys? Does anyone want coffee? Let's go to the kitchen? Did you have breakfast, Max?"

"I couldn't eat much, but yeah .. yeah, I did, thanks Steve."

They're in the kitchen and Steve starts pouring himself a mug of coffee when Max looks at the clock

"I need to get to school. Can somebody .. can you drive me, Billy?"

She's nervous because

Because she knows Billy can be an asshole

Which is exactly what happens

"Listen, Max, I sort of .. just came back from the dead, and you're already piling up a brother's .. step-brother's responsibilities on me? Can't drive anybody anywhere. I'm injured. How did you get here?"

"I walked. Can't skate in winter."

"Well .. school's not that far."

Steve's giving them both a coffee each

"Don't be a jerk, Billy." He says

"Oh so now I'm the jerk?"

Max is on the verge of tears

"You're the biggest jerk there is! Why am I the last one to find out you're alive?"

"Well, why was I the last one to find out about the upside down shit, huh, sister?"

Billy's stubborn like a donkey, Steve kinda knows that about him already. Steve himself has never been good at this sibling shit, he grew up alone, so he's kinda lost here. He's trying his best though.

There are two trails of tears running down Max's face

"I'm sorry, Billy."

Billy's not showing any reaction

Yep, siblings' drama

"Guys! I'll drive you to school, Max, and you .." - glancing at Hargrove - "You wanted to go somewhere?"

"I actually wanted to have a quiet day today, Harrington! Just uh .. just need to go to hospital probably to have it looked at."

Billy's gesturing at his left side

He avoids looking at Max.

Most likely, Steve's got to be the adult here.

"Okay! Okay, don't fight!"

"No-one's fighting, Harrington." - Billy's rolling his eyes and Max is trying not to let a single sniffle out.

"Let's just .. let's just take it step by step. Max, you need to be at school, right ?"

Max's nodding

"When?"

The two of them are looking at the clock

"Like .. in twenty minutes?"

"Right, school starts at 8.30 .." - Steve's addressing Hargrove now. - "I need to be at work at 9.00, can you drive yourself to the hospital?"

"Where would I get the car? Your beamer is near Family Video. Also, what about breakfast?"

"Uhm .. okay, I'm taking Max to school now, and then I'm picking you up from here and driving to Family Video where you can take one of the cars and go to the hospital? And we can stop and get bagels on the way. How's that for a plan?"

Billy's shrugging his broad shoulders like he doesn't care

"Yeah whatever."

"I'll just go change."

When Steve comes downstairs, he sees that Max is still waiting in the kitchen, but Billy's sitting on the couch in the living room

Having brothers or sisters is not the easiest thing, huh

"Let's go, Max?" Steve's grabbing the camaro keys.

"Bye, Billy." It comes out quiet and sad.

"See you around, Maxine." This comes out indifferent.

"I know you don't believe me but I'm glad you're back."

Hargrove isn't answering anything to that, and Steve and Max leave the house.

On the way Steve promises Max to tell her all about Billy's rescue later. He also says he'll talk to Billy about .. about what just happened between them.

"Just give him time, he's been through so much, and he actually has the right to be pissed about some things. You know like .. we kept him in the dark about this whole situation, and .. it almost cost him his life."

"Yeah, I know." Max is looking out of the window. "We should've told him about everything from .. from the beginning. We were stupid."

"Yeah .." - Steve pauses. - "How are things with your mom, by the way?"

"It's okay. It's difficult for her after Neil's death, but .. I hope she's going to be okay. We're moving soon. I don't know where yet, but this house is too big for us now."

Steve drops Max off at school

"If you need any help, call me, Max."

When he gets back, Billy's already dressed and waiting.

They get in the car. Steve can literally feel that the camaro is thrilled to see Billy, it makes all these excited sounds, the engine is singing.

First, they drive in silence but then

"Billy? I kinda felt sorry for Max, I mean .. weren't you happy to see her?"

"On cloud fucking nine, Harrington."

"That's uh .. listen, that's not my place to say anything but uh .. weren't you too harsh on her?"

"First of all, Harrington, stop with that "Oh it's not my place to say .." bullshit, okay? We're fucking, I'm staying at your house, you .. you saved me from that hellhole. And second, Max is .. yeah, she's a kid, bit it's not like she's a little fucking baby who didn't .. who doesn't understand anything!"

Steve's got a feeling Billy's talking about something else entirely, not just their earlier encounter

Also

Steve again feels that tingling sensation at the back of his head.

We're fucking, I'm staying at your house ..

Billy's rubbing his eyes with both palms

"The thing is .. I know. I know, Steve, you're right. It's just that .. there's so much family shit involved like .. I never even wanted a sister, and my dad .. even if it was her fault, I'd get slapped around anyways so .. but I know. Give me a couple of days. I'll pick her up from school or something. We'll go get burgers. We'll talk. Or something. Can we just go get our bagels now, Steve, I'm starving, like .. really ?"

The bagels are freshly baked and delicious, or maybe Steve's just after-sex hungry and happy. The boys devour them like two young wolves.

They say their good-byes for the day in front of the video store.

"I'll take my car. We'll go for a drive. Where's that hospital?"

"It's close to Main Street. There's gonna be a huge sign, you won't miss it."

"Alright. See you after your work. Want me to make some dinner?"

"I uh .. I don't know." Steve wasn't ready for this question.

"Okay, I'll figure it out."

Hargrove gets in the camaro and the car honestly looks like the most delighted pup.

Steve doesn't know how they'll do it, make peace, Billy and the camaro. And whether they'll make peace at all. He's curious, but fuck his life, he's gotta be at work.

Billy goes to the hospital, where they put a new bandage on his wound. Drives around in the camaro a bit, all conversations they might be having remain a secret only two of them share. He goes to Harrington's later and sleeps through the day.

Dinner is tricky, cause Harrington doesn't seem to have much food in his cupboards. Maybe they'll just go to the diner. Or pasta it is.

He's there to pick Steve up from work, and Steve's cheeks burn hot when he sees Billy waiting for him outside Family Video. They drive back separately, taking both cars to Harrington's place.

"I'll race you there, pretty boy."

Steve just scoffs and shakes his head cause he knows his beamer doesn't stand a chance.

He's right.

***

Next chapter. I know this one was supposed to be last, but then Max popped out of nowhere. The boys are still in need of a decent conversation. Also, I'm all for Billy and Max bonding and becoming the brother and sister we want them to be. I just think it won' t happen overnight. They'll need so much time. There will be so much assholery and passive-aggressive bitching. They'll get there, but it won't be all sugary sweet

#billy's camaro fic #billy's camaro #harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove fic

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eustassslut · 2 years

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Request: I was wondering if you could write how Ace, Killer, and Law would cheer up someone who's family is treating them like a punching bag ?

Out of the three Ace would understand the most where your mindset would be in this situation because of his childhood, so he would be the best at talking through how what you're feeling and what you're thinking

Ace understands what you're talking about and is quick to help you break out of your negative mental state by telling you jokes and doing things he knows will make you feel better

Ace will tell you stupid stories about what his brothers and he got up to as children, all while putting on weird impressions that are completely inaccurate until you laugh or smile

However, it would take him a little while to notice and pick up that you're feeling negative about the situation so you'd either have to tell him directly or do something (like refuse his hugs) that makes him notice something is wrong

But when he does notice Ace is immediately wrapping you in his arms, telling you how much he loves you and verbally assuring you that anything your family said about you was untrue

He's also very quick to offer you a place about the Whitebeard pirates if you already aren't a crew member, promising you that Whitebeard will help keep you away from your family if you want to leave

He wouldn't go directly to your family or tell them what he thinks of them because of this situation, but he will make sure to increase how many members of his 2nd Division are just randomly walking around near your family's house

Law would notice fairly quickly that something is affecting you when he sees you afterwards considering he's incredibly observant

When he does notice, he rooms you into a private room so he can ask you what's wrong away from other people and will keep pressuring you into telling him how you're feeling

If you weren't already living on his submarine with Law, he'd ask you to officially join his crew and promise you that he'd always keep you away from your family's toxicity

Law's not the best at reassurance or offering comfort so he would struggle to talk out your emotional state and tell you what he thinks you need to hear (that your family is stupid, you're the best person in his life and how much he loves you)

But he makes up for it by offering you unlimited cuddles in his bed, promising that he will never let it happen again, quietly sitting and rubbing your back as you tell him what happened and how you feel about the situation

He'll also bribe Bepo into coming to cuddle you on his bed because he once read in a medical book that stroking fur is therapeutic and will relax you

Going forward, he wouldn't let you be alone with your family for long periods and would make sure to schedule friendly visits to your parents to remind them who he is (and what he's cable of)

Out of the three of them Killer would pick up the fastest (probably within 3 minutes of you coming to him) that you're upset and feeling down, as well as the reason why since he can read people very easily

Killer isn't the best at showing emotions and since he belongs to a crew of pirates who emote very randomly, he wouldn't really know what to say in the situation and would default to promising to keep you safe from your family

The situation would probably stress him out a little and he's worried about saying something wrong so his solution is to cook your favourite foods and letting you punch his palms until you get all your negative emotions out

His method of cheering you up is primarily quietly sitting and holding you whilst you rant your emotions out

To cheer you up, you're offered unlimited cuddles in his bed with Killer 2.0 (his stuffed weasel plushy) and hot chocolate that he blackmailed Wire into making for you

If you're not in the mood to talk to him about what happened or just talk to him in general, Killer will do all the talking for you and read his favourite books to you until you're more peaceful or lulled to sleep

Considering he comes from a very violent and aggressive pirate crew, he's pretty quick to offer threat your family (no physical attacks though, only verbal threats) because that how he shows his affection

If you wanted him to or couldn't be bothered to hold him off, Killer would go directly to your family and have a "friendly" chat with them (ie: he threats them into being more caring towards you or leaving you alone) to get them to back off and be more civil with you

#to the requester: i hope you feel better and know that i love you <3 #fire fist ace #fire fist ace headcanons #fire fist ace x reader #one piece #kid pirates #whitebeard pirates #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #op #killer x reader #killer headcanons #killer #massacre soldier killer #trafalgar law #trafalgar law headcanons

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navstuffs · 1 year

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Headcannons or one-shot for dating modern!ezio? :>

dating ezio headacanons - modern!au version

Pairing: Ezio x GN!Reader

Warnings: VERY VERY FLUFFY, comfort, lovey-dovey, warm feelings, ezio is in all fours for you, tooth-rooting headcanons in an affectionate way, no description of reader

Author's Note: heeey! thank you so much for ordering modern!au (one of my favorite tropes). i made this super sweet, argh, i want ezio for me lol i hope you don't mind i chose gn!reader. i hope you enjoy!

First of all, Ezio is a very passionate man. He loves you intensely and wants you to always know your importance to him.

How does he do it? In the form of gifts. A surprise bar of chocolate hidden in your things, your favorite food for "no reason" in the middle of the week, some random sticky notes wishing you a good day, how beautiful you were looking. A sudden text in your phone with a silly meme he knows will make you laugh.

Because Ezio loves to make you laugh. It always eventually made him laugh, which made you laugh even more.

He might be a little jealous lol I don't see him directly confronting anyone hitting on you, but more like staying around if he notices someone flirting.

He touches your back and arm, as if not paying attention, and makes sure that person knows you belong to him. If the person still hits on you, he will become very passive-aggressive.

"Don't you know you have a huge lettuce between your teeth?" or "Have you been sleeping well? Are you sick? You don't look so good" would embarrass anyone and make them run away. When Ezio notices you staring at him, he innocently smiles, "Che, amore?"

He is very active, period. Hike, run, camp, etc. He practices parkour. Ezio has an account on Instagram, and if you are afraid of heights, you don't even dare to look at those videos of him on top of buildings. If you are more daring, I am sure you will accompany him in taking pics. Or, if you are even more daring, you are also in parkour (you are fearless, let me tell ya!)

He is an excellent swimmer. If you want to learn to swim, Ezio will go out of his way to teach you. You know what that means, right? Ezio wearing swimwear. You will be able to check his toned body and get a skill that might save your life—a win-win.

(you get distracted a lot, and most classes end up with you two making out, but who cares? you will eventually learn)

Now if you can swim already, you two jokingly compete over who is the fastest. Ezio always loses, distracted by your body and your form, but he never admits it.

You and Ezio looooove lazy days as well. What's better than spending the whole doing nothing after a stressful week? He notices when you are not feeling much for everything, which means LAZY DAY!

You two cuddle, watch tv shows, cartoons, and movies, or play games. Sometimes you are resting on his chest, and sometimes Ezio is like a cat, all curled up on you.

EZIO IS AFFECTIONATE! Did I say that already? well, he is. And he is warm. So during winter time, prepare to have a furnace around you. Cuddling, holding, rubbing your body, massaging.

Ezio gives the best massages, by the way. He pressures in all the right places, with just enough pressure which always makes your toes curl.

For him, spending a day with you is the best thing ever, even if doing nothing. He plans the best dates, like when you two went out stargazing, and Ezio pointed out all constellations (Leonardo helped him with that one, he confessed later)

He loves to be surprised. On his birthday, you planned a surprise getaway, only the two of you, somewhere romantic Ezio always wanted. He loves exploring and discovering new places, food, and people.

Especially with you as his travel partner

Visiting his family? Be prepared to be asked when it is the marriage/where are my grandkids? You will eat well, watching his siblings never miss the chance to tease him about how in love he looks.

Also, his whole family adores you. Giovanni and Maria couldn't be happier, Claudia wonders how you fell in love with her stupid brother every time. Federico would tease, too, joking your vision wasn't doing well since you started dating Ezio.

Now, can we talk about protective Ezio? For example, if there is one thing he can't bear is the thought of you hurt. Emotionally or physically.

So, if you are having a hard time or have mental health issues, Ezio makes you his top priority. He makes sure you are okay with his presence and does everything you ask for. Ezio is there for you in the way you need him the most.

Even if it is to lay on the floor, you burrito'ed in a blanket he put you earlier, holding hands,

Even if it is to talk about crazy, random things.

And although it breaks his heart, he holds you while you cry. He wants to make it stop, he whispers and kisses the top of your head, assuring everything will be okay, and even hums to calm you. He would mix English and Italian because he knows when he speaks Italian instantly soothes you.

"Breathe with me, amore mio, in and out. You are doing so well. You are so brave."

NOW, if someone decides to harass you. Well, consider this person done.

If you are feeling unsafe somewhere, he will immediately drop everything to come for you. Or send Federico even.

But now, if someone harasses you in front of him, there will be violence. If someone calls you a bad name or insults you, Ezio will personally confront this person and make sure they apologize to you.

If he knows you don't like confrontation or fights in general, you will likely see his body go tense, ready for a fight, so you will have to whisper in his ears, asking to leave, and he won't discuss. He needs some time to calm down, though.

But he will be with you at his side.

Ezio is loud. He is loud about pretty much everything except when he is sad. You always notice that he gets quieter when he isn't having a good day.

You always try to cheer him up. When Ezio feels blue, you respect his boundaries, but his best therapy is to have his face hiding on your neck, holding you tightly. You calm him.

He shares his feelings, his sadness, his whole soul with you. He knows you are the love of his life, and he plans to ask you to marry him. He will respect your decisions and be patient if you don't want it now.

But when you finally said yes to marriage, Ezio cried. Not in front of you, no, he hid his face on your body so you didn't see him shedding some tears.

During the wedding, he will cry. He will cry when he sees you walking in, his heart exploding with happiness, the biggest smile you ever saw from him.

(Federico will say it was a sudden rain of eyelashes on his eyes, that's why he was sniffling)

But you are so happy you don't control yourself and kiss him, his tears, his smile, all of him. Ezio kisses you back, and you can hear the guests murmur, "Aaawwwwwnnn"

"Please, can we keep this for the honeymoon?" Petruccio groans, getting some giggles.

"Not thinking about running away, are you?"

You joke simply because you know he would never. Ezio brings your hands to his mouth, kissing them with love.

"No. I am yours, and you are mine, tesoro."

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

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prettylittlelyres · 3 months

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Hello, friends! You might have seen my brief post last night (technically the last addition to a long self-reblog chain) or you might be one of the people I've been chatting to today, in which case you already know, because I am buzzing, and have not stopped talking about it... but...

Second Violins and Violets book - complete!

I finished the second book in the "Violins and Violets" series (still untitled) last night at 23:35! The total wordcount is 78,250, of which I wrote 18,126 in the second half of December 2023, and 60,124 in the first 30 days of January 2024. It's taken me 48 days to write in all, so this is the fastest I've ever completed a novel.

I've written every single day since Hallowe'en 2023, so now I am taking a rest in order to avoid burnout. It's a little frustrating because I want to pounce on the third book right away, but I know I will have to spend a lot longer recovering from the crash that brings, than one little month. I don't plan to write anything huge in February; I want to put my energy into other pursuits for a bit.

This is by no means a hiatus from writeblr, though. i'm going to go through the first two V&V books that I have drafted, and pick out an excerpt to share each day. I also want to have a go at a little (short! soft and gentle! without pressure!) writing-prompt challenge because it's been a long time since I've taken part in one of those.

Then, in March, all being well, I will pick up work on the third book, and maybe get it done for the end of April (probably doing Camp NaNoWriMo). Alternatively, I might start redrafting the first book in March, and get that done for the end of April, so that I can use May to rest, and June and July to redraft the second book. The best bit is that I don't have to decide yet... and maybe I don't have to decide at all.

I couldn't have achieved this without my friends' encouragement, so thank you all so much. Happy writing, or happy resting, and above all, happy February.

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inlocusmads · 4 months

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Okay I've been exploring a school!AU (not boarding school, just plain old regular school) for Nora & Trystan because well, it makes sense with the other AUs i've written:

Trystan is undoubtedly the golden-boy know-it-all everybody-likes-him person. He gets As, he flaunts, he does theatre and gets all the lead roles, all the teachers love him, everyone wants to be his friend. He's also weirdly nice, hangs out with other cool kids, basically everywhere from the student council to literally every other group. Walks down the hallway to give people high-fives. But he's also that hungry to stay on top, because ofc. Man's a foreign exchange student. He actively seeks out genuine friendship but backs away when things get tough. Always the first to leave parties after generously donating kegs, always the first to raise his hand but is the fastest to drop it. God forbid he gets genuine friends. He's got a family who are counting on him being a big success. There's a lot of pressure to be well-liked and that's all that matters to him.

One day he screws up. One of the teachers REALLY doesn't like him because even though he craves for public approval, he's still an annoying gremlin in class who questions everything. The teacher puts him in detention for causing disruption in class. He hopes his parents don't get the whiff of the news. He's not scared, just apprehensive. There's two other people in detention and one of them is Nora. She's kind of just there, staring at the clock and because she's right next to him, he makes conversation:

"What are you in for?"

"I called the coach a scumbag for reasons."

"He is kind of a scumbag."

"They're gonna call my uncle."

"Are they going to kick you out?"

"I hope not. What about you?"

And they kind of know each other?? Trystan's seen Nora get up to stuff from afar. He thinks she's a cool person. Nora doesn't think so. She meets up with the school nurse everyday before classes end to give her the daily report - what she did, what she ate, etc, because she's been through a lot of trauma and the school was pretty apprehensive for taking her in after her last school kicked her out for "physical violence". Everyone kind of pokes fun at her behind her back because she's the 'token mentally ill kid' but show concern not for her, but for themselves. Nora's got a few friends from band classes and art clubs, but she isn't really in the social scene. She talks a lot. She's good with presentations. She's also really good at soccer and track-and-field. He'd seen her demolish their rival school's girls team. Nora's also really great to team up with for projects because she does all the work on her own and lets her teammates off the hook.

They leave detention that day after talking for two hours straight.

Two weeks later, Nora's transferred to Trystan's gym class because of the whole coach-scumbag issue, so much so the coach would rather have someone else deal with her than have her in the classes he teaches. They had a dodgeball lesson that day. Not surprising Nora's side wins. Except she ends up getting detention anyway because she 'hit someone too hard in the leg'. (The PE department has a vendetta against her now). Trystan's a person of reason, so he's like "dude wtf" and deliberately ends up hitting the other coach's foot with the ball just so he sees reason. He gets detention too.

They certainly live in a society.

"Seriously?" Nora's just not impressed.

"What?"

"You really should stop arguing with teachers."

"As if you don't call them literal scumbags."

"No, I mean it. You're not a hopeless case. Foreign exchange students are eligible for a lot of scholarships."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're smart and if you stop mucking about, you can do a lot of good."

"And what about you?"

"Nothing really helps my case."

All of this detention stuff gets Trystan a target placed on his back just because school's crappy that way and a lot of people love watching him flop. One time, a friend got hold of his essay, plagiarised it word-for-word and turned it in before Trystan could and accused him of plagiarism. Of course, it had to be in a class where the teacher doesn't like him, even though he's the reason the class average stays afloat. In addition to giving him two weeks' detention, he phones his parents. Word gets around. Everyone's like "that sicko bitch trystan thorne is a plagiarist! he can shove his intellect up where the sun doesn't shine!" and it gets to Nora.

Nora obvs doesn't believe it. She finds ahold of Trystan's teacher, gives her character witness testimony (even though she's never formally talked to him enough to know his favourite colour) and chews him out. She even brings up tangible evidence by comparing the two essays. How Trystan's writing style didn't usually follow the beginning-middle-ending style and how the plagiarised paper mimicked the same. How Trystan spelled his words with "u" (like colour, flavour, etc) considering he likely studied in an elementary school at home where they printed textbooks in British English. How he used the metric system of metres and kilometres and metric-system sources for the history essay.

"How are you in detention five times in a row?"

"Just because." Nora shrugged. "I like it here. I can like, make a game out of chucking paper balls at the trash."

"That is your assignment."

"Yeah, I know. I got a B+ on it."

"You are not keeping it?"

"No."

"You should keep the things you are proud of. I think it is nice you got a high grade on an assignment that definitely looks hard."

"Stop being so condescending."

"I am far from a con, you see. It is easier to call me something-else-descending." he sunk into his seat to prove a point.

"I hate this school so much. I wish I got kicked out."

"I am feeling generous, so here is something I have always wanted to do. I heard that the headmaster is having an affair. I want to get some photo or video proof and put it up in every screen in this school, ever."

"Damn, where did you learn that?"

"I have some sources. Well, they're mostly hearsay, but I'm pretty sure there is some truth to it. He has been the worst to me so far. Anyway, feel free to use it."

"Worse, how?"

"For starters, I heard from --- friends--" the word makes him recoil. "--that he is sending teachers after me to do his grunt work. I am not sure if he actually likes me."

"That's your problem."

"What?"

"You think too much about whether or not people like you."

"What is wrong with that?"

"It's annoying."

"I want to be well-liked."

"You're in the wrong place for that."

"What? New York?"

She shook her head, "Earth."

"I think you should think about it sometimes. Be more presentable. Charisma can get you places, actually. At least, far from where you are."

"Are you calling me a loser?"

Trystan thought long and hard. "Yes."

Nora couldn't help but grin at it.

They end up hanging out only during detentions because their conversations are a lot less strained. A lot more free. Trystan ends up finding more excuses to ensure he got into trouble. He became sloppy with his assignments, deliberately made himself get caught at cheating on a pop quiz. Nora does the same, except she doesn't have to try too hard. She could just say "motherfucker" in class and get an instant two-week after-school getaway, thanks to her track record. Trystan helps Nora with her assignments - essentially giving her answer keys and copies of his homework so she doesn't miss out on classes on the days she isn't well. Nora helps him out with projects and presentations - the stuff she can whip up in two seconds. She's very good at working with deadlines, which gives Trystan more time to socialize (aka get wasted on Kool-Aid in parties. He's a responsible drinker when he needs to be.)

And then, word got around with the teachers. They're concerned for Trystan now because he's the golden-boy, the poster child of the whole school, the guy who does everything. Nora's a ticking time bomb to them; a charity case with childhood trauma. Trystan's the scion to an international company (slight deviation from the monarchy thing) and his parents are super well-connected. It's a decent school. They want to be richer, posher, better. They're obvious with their bias towards students like Trystan. Even if they aren't very good, if they are well-connected and placed, that's all they care about. It's a private school.

So they start trying to rile Nora up. Give her a reason to burst out in the most evil way possible. But she isn't having any of that. She does get sloppy sometimes and gets put on detentions, even if her record is just a list of huge black marks right now, but she knows better than to give anyone ammunition to use against her.

"We've got to stop meeting only during detentions."

"It is a shame. You are so obsessed with me, you would do anything to get in trouble to meet me."

"Shut up."

"Whatever you say, honey."

"Oh my god, leave me alone."

"Here is a thought I have been entertaining: are you going to the school dance?"

"Don't tell me you want me as your date."

"No, but I do need you."

"Stop. it is nauseating."

"So, is that a yes?"

"Fine."

"It is a yes/no answer."

"It's a maybe. If I'm free."

"What? What do you have going on on a dance night?"

"I dunno. A life, if I can muster one to have."

"Impossible. Your life has been dedicated towards actively stalking me. This should be your dream."

"If I say yes, will you leave me alone?"

"Yes, actually. You won't hear from me at all."

False.

The day of the school dance comes up. Since Trystan's on the committee or whatever, by logic, everyone detained gets to participate anyway. The teachers wanted to hide their bias, even though it was plain as day. Except Nora's kind of tired from the dance. There's so much loud thumping music, she hates it. It's a claustrophobic nightmare. It made her anxieties worse. She took off to a classroom with a glass of punch, just to take a breather because it is just so incredibly hard to do anything. She felt terrible for leaving Trystan back there. She owed him an explanation at best for leaving so quickly. He would manage. She sunk into a seat in the dark corner, drowning the acid drink down her throat.

"Unless they put you on probation, I don't really see a reason for you to be here." Trystan joined her.

"You're not going to tell on me, right?"

"The fact that you think I am a teacher's pet is an insult to my very existence."

"You are kind of a teacher's pet. Where are you off to? Getting festoons for Mrs St. Claire?"

"God no, she's a cinematic villain. I was just looking for you."

"Who's the stalker now?"

"You are literally my date."

"Fair enough."

"That was a solid argument, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah, for sure."

"Think I should try debate next semester?"

"Go for it."

"Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Just need to get away from that-- place."

"Oh fair enough. I do not blame you for that. Someone puked right after you left. It didn't look good on camera."

"Best thing ever and I missed it."

"The vomit guy wouldn't consider it his best, though."

"So -- what do we do?"

"Talk I guess. And dance. You owe me a dance. Boom. Second-solid argument. Also -- I heard that you -- argued with my teacher about the essay someone else plagiarised."

"Right."

"I mean - you didn't have to-"

"No, it is -- it was really bitchy for the teacher to take his shit out on you. I had to say something."

"It is more of the fact that you think so high of me that you knew for sure I didn't plagiarise."

"Lucky guess." Nora shrugged. "I mean, how awkward would it be if you actually did?"

But then of course he knows the exact brand of hijinks Nora got upto but he isn't going to get weird about it. And that's literally their relationship summed up. Both of them who just want to project this air of cool but then they just can't, like they so want the other to be their friend. Nora's like still wrapped up in Trys's popularity - just this air of cool he drags along with him and Trystan constantly thinks of wise things to say because he's afraid Nora wouldn't take him seriously.

And that's just how they start out as friends. Both trying to be all casual and try to out cool the other when in reality they're just little kiddos to like please please have the other person be their friend and put this friend-tag on it. Nora does it ever so apathetically, being totally chill and going home and screaming into her room. Trystan does it the exact opposite. He blubbers his words confidently and after the interaction's over he's like "that went well!"

So yeah

I should probably stop before this turns into a fic nobody asked for lmaoooooooo

#trystan x nora #thorne rose headcanons

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