#i'm going to finish ONE more thing and then triple check that I only have one remaining section to finish and then i may consider this plan

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

I think the bittersweet trio going on a camping date or something in the same spot Sugarboo talked to Seth would be super cute maybe? (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Camping date.

Sugarboo sighed as they tried not to slip while walking the trail. Seth planned the date this week for the trio, saying how he wanted them all to be in the same spot where he felt they met before. Alphonse was chatting about how one of the older men tried to make a comment on him and he shut it down. Both boys were just talking in front of Boo as they enjoyed the view of their boys enjoying themselves, it's been a while since all three have went on a date.

The basket in their hand made them think of the reactions to the goodies they made for the date. Smiling a bit wider Boo's thoughts were interrupted by Seth, who was worried that they were walking slow for some reason.

"Sugar you good? Do you need help carrying the basket?" Worried filled his tone as he asked them. Causing Alphonse to stop and look behind him as well now both were looking at them. Giggling at the boy's worry for them Sugarboo waved their hand nonchaluntly.

"I'm fine just enjoying my partner's having a good time is all. And I don't need help carrying this little basket, hell I could carry some more." Sugarboo was't allowed to carry another bag only the basket. The boys made sure they couldn't saying they would do the heavy lifting for them and not to worry.

"Nope! Your not going to be carrying anything else. Your not use to these trails like we are, Boo." Wagging a finger Alphonse knew if they didn't stop Sugarboo they would try and carry everything for them. "Plus don't want you to slip and hurt yourself. These trails haven't been kept right after Seth left." It was true most of the trails in the forest were kept up by Seth. He was really the only one that went through those woods daily, other than the occasional townie wanting to hunt a deer or rabbit for a stew.

"He's right Sug, don't worry were almost there anyways! It's a beautiful view. I was so exited when I found it because I wanted to show you two!" Giddiness was in the brown haired man's voice as he cut down some bushes to show a clearing. It looked like something out of a fairy tale, a willow tree in the middle with flowers everywhere and a river by it.

"Oh my god Seth this is beautiful!" Awe was in Sugarboo's voice as they looked around the clearing. Seth was smiling at the praise and looked at Alphonse who was smiling at him.

"Ooo Sethfrey wanted to show off huh?" Teasing lightly Alphonse walked with Boo to the Willow tree. Seth gave Al a 'really?' look but decided not to comment and just help set up for the date.

"Here Al grab the other side of the blanket." Both boys started to place the blanket down while Sugarboo looked over the groups things. Just to check if they had everything.

"Cimeome boo you made us triple check before we left remember? Dint worry everything's in there." Easing SB's thoughts Alphonse and Seth finally placed the blanket down. It was one that a older woman made for the three of them. It had candies, ghost, sweet treats and even some little mothmen on it.

"Yeah sug, pinkie is right." The pinkette threw a side eye at the brown haired man for the nickname. "Also, even if we forgotten anything. I'm glad we're all here to have a good time." Sugarboo smiled at their boy's, they always did know how to calm their mind.

"Place some rocks down at the corners so the blanket don't move too much. I'll set the food up okay?" Giving instructions the boys nodded and went to find good heavy rocks. Boo was humming a tune as they set the blanket, smiling wider as the boys joked around by the river. Then rushing back with four good rocks to place down, after doing so they marvled at Boo's food they made.

"Bone apple teeth." All three giggled at the saying before eating some of the food. They all made sure to not eat so much in the morning before going on the date. With chatting and eating they finished quickly. So they decided to play some games to pass the time before they had to set up their tent.

"TAG YOUR IT!" Alphonse slapped Seth's arm before running away.

"HEY NO FAIR!" Jumping up Seth threw a devilish smirk at Sugarboo.

"AH! NO NO NO NO!" Scrambling to try an get away Boo was able to swerve away from Seth's out stretched arm. Laughter was all around them as Seth got Alphonse.

"No tag backs!" Hearing this Alphonse set his sights on Boo. Who, sprinted away from him. Laughing manically the pinkette ran after them and Seth was giggling at the sight of them.

After Boo finally got tagged the person who was it switched a few times before they called it off. Panting all three fell on the blanket joking around and giggling like children again.

"God you guys run fast." Groaning Boo flopped their head on Alphonse. Who made a noise when their head connected with his stomach. Seth laid his head on Boo's stomach and all three looked at each other.

"....Wanna swim?" Questioning the two looked at Seth who was smiling. Pushing themselves up Boo started stripping to their underwear.

"I'm so going to jump in!" Cackling at the boys made the ki k into action. Following the bakers lead they rushed to the river for a afternoon swim. The water was cold but after running so much it felt heavenly.

Playing in the water for a couple of hours tired the trio out even more. But the boys had enough strength to make the tent quickly since day light started to slowly turn dark. Boo set up some lanters for the three of them and changed to their sleep wear when they weren't looking. After finishing the tent Seth made a small bond fire for them to sit at.

Alphonse made a clothing line with a. Stick and the tree. Handing up the wet underwear so it can dry easier. After all three were changed and clothed Alphonse went through his bag. Pulling out ingredients to make smores he showed the other two.

"What's camping without making some smores?" The other two thanked him as they were given a skewer and a Marshmallow to burn to their liking. A debate in what was the best type of burning for a Marshmallow all three had made their arguments. It caused Seth and Alphonse to take theirs a bit more.

"Why would you scorch your Marshmallow so much??" Giving a disgust look at Seth's very burnt Marshmallow. The brown haired man in particular rolled his eyes at the childish face Al was pulling.

"Sorry that I like to to be a bit smoky with the chocolate. Not everyone is crazy about candy as you are hon." It was true Boo though as they munched on their smore. Alphonse always like his stuff sweet and if he could he'd make everything extra sweet.

The debate went on that their specific way of cooking the Marshmallow was superior. Then how to build the smore did too, Al liked to melt the chocolate a bit but Seth said it'll just get messy. That was another rargument in itself, but they agreed on how to use the gramcrackers.

"Are you both done with the arguing?" Yawning out Sugarboo looked at their boy's that was still kinda heated from the argument. Both nodded at the tired person.

"Go lay down hon we'll clean up okay?" Not fighting Alphonse's words Sugarboo went into the tent and laid in the middle. Closing thie eyes for a bit they waited to fully fall asleep with their boys next to them.

"Sug? Why're you still awake?" Quietly asking Seth went to their left. Getting cozy he then saw Sugarboo open their eyes.

"Wanna sleep with...both of y'all next to me..." Sleeply saying Boo pawed the masks high before for Alphonse. Who awed at their sleepy state.

"I'm here Boo give me a sec together comfy 'k?" A nod was his response. Finally getting into place on Boo's right they smiled at both of them.

"Night..." Getting good nights from both boys they finally passed out.

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #red answers #red writes

[andhumanslovedstories]

I understand it's the devil talking at the tail end of an all-nighter, but I've done so much and I'm so close to the end, maybe I could go to sleep now and finish the rest of it when I wake up. Again, this is the devil speaking, but yknow that guy might have some interesting ideas, let's let em cook

#i'm going to finish ONE more thing and then triple check that I only have one remaining section to finish and then i may consider this plan #frankly i just don't want to stay up until 9 am so i can go print stuff out at the library #i can print it out for free at work #BUT IS THAT THE DEVIL TALKING

[russellsppttemplates]

Straight from the heart (Lando Norris)

It takes a bad race for Lando to notice how much he has neglected your relationship, and he can only hope he can fix it

Note: english is not my first language. I was fighting the other piece I was writing so I jumped to this one and I did something a little bit different (* cough cough * longer) and see how it goes! I'm not sure how good this is (or how much you will want to kill me), but I promise this has a happy ending!! 🥹🫶

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Tw: relationship struggles, curse words

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The result on the screen was not the one you hoped. Lando had a wonderful race, but a mixture of bad strategy calls, dark rain clouds appearing on the sky with only a couple of laps left to finish the race and the wrong tire compound made him lose a good number of places, cars overtaking him in the last seven laps.

"Is the race over?", you mother asked as she stepped inside the living room, carrying the curtains she had left out to dry and proceeding to hang them back in their place.

"Yes, just now", your father said as he adjusted the volume on the TV, "let me help you, darling", he offered, getting up and standing beside your mum in case she got out of balance.

"Are you going to call Lando?", your mother asked once her squinty eyes read the position he had finished in. Even though the prescription glasses were on the table, she insisted she didn't want any mishaps after she accidentally dropped her last pair while she was gardening and one of your younger cousins found a rusty frame a couple of months later when he was over.

"I'm not, I don't think - he's flying back tonight and the timezone is so different, I don't want to bother him", you blurted defensively, making up excuses as you went along with your answer, "he's doing the interviews, and I'm sure the debrief will be long and torturous - he will need his rest to fly back", you stated as you got up, "I have to check on the project I handed in on Friday, the professor said he would post the grades around this time and if we want to appel, we have to do it right away - I'll be in my bedroom".

The subject was an open wound that stung everytime you so much heard a mention of it, let one having to seem completely okay with it when it ripped through your heart.

The calendar on your wall is full of stickers, both with notes, urgent matters and things you couldn't forget. It's the last stretch, you tell yourself, one more week and then it's done and you'll have a well deserved break.

A knock on your door catches your attention as you reply with the allowance to let whoever is on the other side in, "is something wrong?", you asked. Lately, the negative side of your mind was the first one to speak.

"That's what I want to ask you - that conversation we just had downstairs was not your usual self", she sighed as she pointed to the living room, "I've noticed you haven't mentioned him much, but I don't want to intrude or offer my help because I know you don't like meddling", your mother looked for your eyes before you could fully focus on the wooden floor.

"Things have been rough between us lately", you sighed, "Lando is keeping me at a distance, and I don't know the reason why, mum", you shrugged, "I don't know if it's because I've known him all my life and the comparison is so profound, but it seems he only cares about racing and his friends, and I'm nowhere in the mix. We rarely call eachother, no texting - I know the triple headers are intense, but all I got from him were reactions to my stories and a little video from Max where he's in it and said something to me", you recalled, "I can't be the only one making an effort, can I? Either he realised where this is going and we catch it while we can, or I don't know where this is going, I don't know where we're going".

Your mother's heart broke as she saw you allow the tears you had held on to fall freely, your sleeves bunched up on your hands to wipe them, "and have you talked about this? A long, grown-up and serious conversation?", she mused.

"We have barely been with eachother, mum!", you whispered shakily as more tears got caught on your throat.

"Couples go through phases, darling - do you think me and your father was all smooth sailing?", she tried to get you to smile as she brushed your hair while she hugged you, "you need to talk to eachother, seriously and let it all out, nothing is off limits because that's how you'll get to where you need to".

You kept your head on your mother's chest, accepting her comforting hold despite being an adult. A mother's hold was truly the best.

You hoped she was right and this was something that would pass. A rough patch that you and Lando would work through a look back on with a sense of accomplishment.

This wasn't how you and Lando end, is it?

.

Max and Lando headed for the plane as soon as they left the race track, having made prior arrangements to had their luggage there waiting for them once they arrived. Max was the first to sit down and get himself comfortable on the seat, texting his girlfriend to let her know they were leaving.

"Y/N hasn't called or even texted me, nothing", Lando mumbled, "didn't she watch the race? Doesn't she know that I need her?".

Max weighed in the good and the bad that his next few words could do. He could either be honest and encourage his best friend to finally come to his senses, or keep covering the lie and perpetuate the suffering and miscommunications.

"This is not how I wanted to do this - truth be told, I never wanted to have to do it", Max rambled off.

Lando was quick to notice that there was more to it than just this instance, "you know something - she's my girlfriend, Max, if something is happening, I deserve to know", he said in an antsy tone.

"Are you really so blind to it? Have you not noticed it yet? Damn it, Lando, I've been on your side, trying to clean it up and now I'm questioning it", Max declared as Lando only grew more confused.

"What am I missing Max?", Lando snapped, even catching his own self off guard at the reaction he had.

"Mate, think about the last couple of months and whether or not you have been a good boyfriend, or even the boyfriend Y/N deserves", Max offered.

Lando wasn't expecting that answer or point of view.

The last couple of months roll through his memory as if he's watching a movie and when he tries to select the moments he spent with you, he finds himself struggling to gather any at all. He can't remember any of the times you spent together, and considering his memory isn't that bad, it could only mean those moments didn't even happen. Thinking about it, he can remember the last time he held you in his arms, just the two of you.

"Fuck!", Lando shouted, punching the arm rest.

"Glad you figured that one out almost all on your own", Max tsked, "do you really think you deserve any interaction from Y/N? Thought so", Max muttered. He didn't like the situation his friends found themselves in, and he certainly didn't feel any joy in the words he told Lando, but the truth wasn't always easy to hear.

"Seems Y/N doesn't think so either", Lando mumbled, "do you know anything? Has she told you anything?".

He wasn't sure he deserved to know, but he needed to.

"The last time I spoke to her she didn't say anything - you know how Y/N doesn't want to bother anyone with her things and getting information from her is harder than solving the world's problems -, but P and her talk here and there", Max reasoned, "she obviously won't tell me all the details but from what I can tell, Y/N has really taken a toll because of this, P is always quite upset whenever it comes up", Max offered. Quite upset wouldn't cover it, so much so that, unbeknownst to Lando, the last couple of time Max's girlfriend couldn't join them for their plans was an orchestrated excuse from her to avoid being in the same room as the McLaren driver.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!", Lando groaned into his hands, "how could I not realise this was happening?".

"You want the honest, blunt truth?", Max asked and Lando nodded, "I know it's your job, but lately, it's all been about racing, and I think you've neglected Y/N ", Max offered.

McLaren had a one hundred and eighty degree turn lately. From struggling to get their cars in the points, the team had managed to turn things around to the point where P5 and P8 was considered a bad weekend for them.

With the new signings, Quadrant had grown exponentially and it had naturally drawn him to spend more time on it, and it seemed to have alienated everyone in his life that wasn't directly a part of those.

It wasn't intentional, but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt. And by the looks of it, the person Lando loved and cared about most was also the one he hurt the most.

They both sat in silence as the British drive thought about all of it. Things got so good that he didn't look back, he worked his hardest and gave every piece of himself to the cause and the new territory he was paving. Being on the podium was a common feature for him, and the race win was there, up for grabs and he wanted it. Yet, he had been dazzled by it and had let himself fly higher, his characteristic "both head and feet on the ground" posture no longer present and resulting in a degree of neglection for the things and people thay mattered to him.have always been important to me.

"How did I push away the most important person in my life and I'm just now realizing this?", Lando asked, not really expecting an answer, but rather to let out all the frustration that boiled inside him, anger soon following at his late realisation, "what's worse is that I've only come to realise this because you had to tell me - stupid, stupid, stupid".

"I don't know what you want me to tell you, mate, and frankly there isn't much I can, but look on the bright side: now you have a chance to fix it", Max tries to comfort Lando.

"What if it's too late? What if Y/N doesn't want to be with me anymore?", Lando voicesd his deepest fear. What if the anger had finally got to you and you wanted to call it quits?

"Wouldn't you be able to understand that? I don't think that is the case - I've never seen two people who love eachtoher more than you two, it's as disgusting as it it lovely most times. And even though she might feel angry or hurt, I believe she has it in her to forgive you", Max states.

"I hope you're right", Lando sighed as he tapped his phone, his finger hovering over your contact.

"I wouldn't do that", Max chirped, "you should rest before diving into anything about that topic, and today has had too many emotions as it is. Tomorrow is a new day for you to think about it", he advised.

With his head on the headrest, Lando went over everything that occupied his mind, allowing the heavy sinking feeling to settle in. To a degree, he deserved the discomfort he felt. Shame, guilt, frustration, remorse, embarrassment, overwhelm, sadness.

What if he had destroyed the thing that made him the happiest? If I managed to single out the person who loved him for him?

.

Lan 🧡

Hello. You were probably expecting a text or a call, but the last few days haven't been easy and I needed to ground myself a little. We really need to talk, Y/N. Do you think we can grab lunch today?

It irritated you how quick your heart was beating the minute you saw who sent you the text after you submitted all the projects that you had left. Battling an inner fight of whether or not you should answer it, you decided to so it. Rip the band-aid off, Y/N.

To Lan 🧡

Hello... We do urgently need to talk. I'm on my own today - where do you want to go?

Your tone was cold and unusual when you compared it to the older messages, filled with hearts and the pet names you had for eachother.

We can go to that café by the marina, the one with the paninis you really like.

Yes, we'll meet here at one pm.

Do you want me to pick you up?

No, I'll walk.

Your sunglasses are good enough to hide the nervous gloom on them as you walked to the marina. There is no script or guideline to go about this lunch other than honesty and finally admitting everything you were feeling. It could go either way and, truth be told, you believed it would go down the way it was supposed to.

Stepping on the wooden path to the small café's outside area, you looked for the boy whose arms were where you used to feel safe.

Lando chose a table that overlooked the water, the warm sun shinning and bringing out the blue of it. It would be a big conversation, and while the café wasn't crowded, he never knew how things could pan out so he went for the most demure spot.

When you take a proper look at him, it surprises you. His eyes are not shiny like they usually are - there's a dark hue surrounding them along with sadness.

"Hey", you utter out to grab his attention.

The moment he faces you, you feel naked despite the summery dress you have on. All vulnerabilities exposed for the person who knows you best and who can read you like the back of his hand.

"Hello, hi", Lando cleared his throat, "how have you been?".

Setting your bag on the chair, you shrugged, not ready to engage in casual chit chat.

"Do you already know what you are having?", he wondered.

"The italian panini and iced tea", you mumbled after looking at the menu he handed you, "have you ordered yet?", you mused before calling the waiter to do so.

The silence between you after the waiter left the table was painful and hard to digest. You avoided looking at his colourful eyes - once you did it, breaking down would be in an instant.

"We really need to talk, Y/N", Lando says.

"Do you want to go first? Or shall I?", you asked bitterly, accepting his silence.

The waiter comes back with your orders. The café doesn't have a big menu and it's mostly empty, so the service was quick, "I hope you enjoy it - Bon appétit!", he interrupted the tension filled moment.

"I recognise I need to apologize to you for all the things I did without realizing it an-", Lando was cut off by you.

"Let me stop you there before this derails", you stated, "I'm here to have a serious, grown up conversation, so I'm not going to sit here and listen to dusty and beaten up childish excuses".

If the ground could sink him into it, Lando would've accepted it gladly.

"It's a start that you have realised that something was wrong, but you can't excuse yourself like that, Lando. Not when this situation has taken proportions that you can't fanthom - you can't get away with being sorry for not noticing what you were causing", you argued.

Lando gave you a nod, "I'm still not sure about all the things that led us to this point and what it entails, and that's why I wanted you here. I don't want to be blind to it anymore - I want to get all of it so all the pieces make sense in my head. You probably won't believe it, Y/N, but I'm so lost in this. I feel like I've lived a parallel universe for the past couple of months", Lando added all in one go.

"When did your feet come back to the ground?", you mused, "when did you feel like maybe things weren't the way they should be?". The curiosity was killing you, and the answer could very well do the last stab.

"When I lost all of those places in the race", Lando gulped, "I expected you to call and to hear your comforting words, and they never came. Max was the one to bring my mind to the matter", he admitted and you could see he was the opposite of proud of his own actions, "How I've been the worst boyfriend in the world and how I deserved that you didn't call - hell, I'm not even sure if I deserve that you're here today and willing to listen to what I have to say".

It's difficult to maintain a tough appearance and pretend that his words don't affect you, but alas, you keep your armour on.

"That afternoon was a struggle for me, Lando. I wanted nothing more than to call you and hear your voice, silence your cornerns and negative thoughts, let you know that you're the best driver out there and that a bad race doesn't define you. That it wasn't your fault and that you shouldn't beat yourself up because of it, that I was still so proud of you and how you handled things and that nothing could keep me from shouting to the rooftops. But you didn't deserve it, my dignity has been punched by your actions day in day out for the past couple of months and I couldn't take it anymore".

"I need you to hear things from your side, I need to know your perspective so I can understand what I did wrong and if I'm able to fix it still", Lando asks desperately.

"We should start from the beggining then", you laced your hands on top of the table after taking a bite of your panini, "I think it was at the end of the last season - at the time it didn't seem like it, but looking at it now, it was the start. I even took some time off and travelled with you so we could enjoy your break, then I came back for university. It's never easy, I know, but up until then we never had any issues with it - even if it was a bloody run, we made time for eachother. Then, you barely texted, let alone call - but all relationships hit rough patches and I thought that it was ours. Then Christmas came around and we finally felt like us again, there were no work or uni commitments, and it was bliss. After that, life happened again and I couldn't find a way to spend time with you - there was always a Quadrant video to film or a meeting or some event. You, Max and Martin went to Bali, and despite the fact that I didn't have any exams and could easily do university stuff remotely - like I do everytime - you didn't even think to ask me if I wanted to go or if I had planned something for us in the first place. I just took it for granted that you would spend it with me, but when P showed me the photos I looked like a fool and an ungrateful friend and girlfriend because I stayed back, Lando. I never felt so humiliated. Max had his girlfriend and you didn't, you ignored me as if I didn't matter to you", you breathed out. Ruminating was one thing, talking about it out loud was another. The latter angered you less and hurt more.

"I'm sorry", Lando murmured and you were quick to shoot it down.

"I don't need you to apologize now, Lando. What I needed was for you to make a decision then, one that considered me and what I wanted", you sighed, wiping a stubborn tear that got out, "after that, I just watched you pull further and further away, and I tried to get closer, work things out, but you wouldn't let me in. You floated and floated and I stayed here, both feet glued to the ground as I watched you go higher and higher. You were never like this, letting things get to your head wasn't something you ever did, but it happened. You alienated me in such a way that for this triple header, I didn't hear your voice once unless it was from the TV or the McLaren social media. You only wanted to call when you needed comfort, and it hurts that it took Max to help you see things the way they are", you state as tears fell uncontrollably down your cheeks.

Apart from your earlier bite, both wooden serving boards look full and no one made a move to go further.

"You told me time and time again that you would always be there for me, but when I was the one needing a cuddle and reassuring words, I was all alone in my bedroom, crying because of you. When you said you'd be there for me, I guess you failed to account for the fact that you can't protect me from yourself.. Because what hurt me these past couple of months was you", you declared, sniffling and, finally, looking into Lando's swollen and tear-filled eyes.

The tears Lando has been holding back fell. He was angry with himself, at how he had done the one thing he promise not to do to you. He made you hurt, he was the reason you were in pain and he couldn't keep you from feeling it.

"I wish I could tell you there was a reason behind it and that it all has some justification, but there isn't and I can't lie to you. I was propelled from the results and the promise that this could be our year - my year - and everything else faded away. I know it's not any help, but I'm not proud of what I did, and definitely not proud of the way I made you hurt - I wish I could turn back time and do it differently", Lando confessed.

"I needed you, Lando", she bit back.

Lando couldn't find any words after that and once you began eating the now cold panini, he followed your movements, granting you the quietest meal you ever shared with him. Lando was playful, loud, cheery and giggly on any other day. As much as it nagged you that your words were the ones to dim that light, you had to put yourself first. Someone had to.

"Can we walk along the marina?", Lando asked once you finished eating, earning your nod to his surprise.

You both get up, Lando paying for your meal at the front before you left the establishment. You walked along, looking at the luxurious boats and yachts before you found a part of the wall that you was comfortable enough to sit on, remaining in silence as you watched a couple of people unlock their yachts and sailing away.

Lando wanted to say something, to prove to you that he was sorry and that he still loves you more than anything, but the fear of saying the wrong thing and hurting you even deeper was not something he wanted to risk.

"You're going to break up with me, aren't you?", Lando voiced the biggest worry on his mind since he left his apartment.

"I walked here, so I had time to think about all of this, and all I could think was that I was going to meet you there, be reminded of all the pain you made me feel, and then we wouldn't see a solution to this. And on my way here, it got harder because I passed by the shop where we always go for croissants, and then that park where I tripped and you carried me home because of my bruised knee even though I could walk just fine, the bench where that lady asked if Mila was our daughter when your brother visited. And when I arrived at the café and saw you, I knew there was no way I could do it", you half smiled.

"I struggled to see what was happening, and I didn't see what was clearly in front of me, and I know I can't undo all of the crap that I've made", Lando pointed out, "but I can say that I love you, Y/N. I love you even more than when I asked you to be my girlfriend, which I never thought was possible, but everyday I love you a little bit more. I know I won't be able to love anyone the way I love you and, honestly, I'm not sure who I am without you, because I've turned into a person I don't recognise anymore and I'm afraid that if I don't have you around, this is the real me, and I don't like it. You make me a better person - since day one! I'll love you forever, but I also understand that you don't need this pressure in your life and that you want us to be over. I deserve that", Lando mumbled.

As much as the idea of not being with you hurt him, he knew it didn't equate to the pain he caused you hence why he deserved it if you dumped him.

"You're making it so hard", your groaned rubbing your temples, "It would have been so much easier if you had told me that you didn't care about this, that you didn't care about me anymore".

"That's never going to happen, Y/N", Lando assured you.

"It would be so much easier if I told you to fuck yourself off, wouldn't it?", you chuckled and Lando got to see a small glimpse of the world's best smile, "but I can't do it - I do think, though, that we need to take some time, for both of us to work on our own things", you suggested.

"I get it, you can have all the time and space you need, Y/N", Lando nodded, "would it be too much to ask if I asked you for another shot?", he wondered as you quirked an eyebrow, "I know you just asked me for some time, and I'll give it to you, but I'm not going to let you entertain the thought that I don't care about you or that I don't love you any longer. I'm still the same person you met all those years ago and I want to remind you why you fell in love with me in the first place - if that's even the case", he blurted, "please".

"Slow steps, okay?", you mused with a small small.

"Is it still the case?", Lando picked up where he left off, "are you still in love with me?".

"If I wasn't in love with you and if I didn't love you, trust me, I wouldn't be here", you smiled, squeezing his hand in yours on top of the warm stone.

.

Over the last couple of days, you felt lighter. University was finally over for the semester and you could rest, and the whole situation with Lando was better. Even though it hurt to tell him all of those things and see his reaction, and even if Lando still had a lot to make up for, you had to admit you didn't expect to feel like this right away. The right path was being trailed and you couldn't feel more at peace with it.

So far, he kept his respectful distance, which didn't mean that you didn't know he was there. Two days after you met him in the marina, Lando sent you a bunch of flowers to your doorstep, your mother being the one to bring them up to your bedroom since she was arriving from work as the delivery man was about to knock on the door, smirking when she saw who it was from.

You were getting ready to go out for a picnic with Lando. The sunny day invited you to go out and Lando seemed to think the same, sending you a quick text with the location and plan ideas.

"Where are you off to?", your mother asked as she noticed you looking for your hat, "you look very nice, dear".

"Lando invited me for a picnic", you offered her a smile despite the butterfly feeling on your tummy.

"I'm glad you're working things out, Y/N - I know how much you care about him. And even if he hurt you, he's doing the work to get you back - a lot of men would just give up, but not Lando", your mother nudged. She always liked him despite her initial concerns when he moved up the racing ladder and the toll it would take on you. For a brief moment, she was upset that she had been right, but she never lost the hope that the young man dating her daughter would fight for them and for her. For you.

"I'm not sure how long I'll be out, but if I'm not home for dinner, don't worry too much", you added, waving at her before closing the door.

You drove yourself to the park, politely declining Lando's offer to pick you up. As you followed the directions, you spotted Lando under one of the trees, seemingly battling with the corner of the picnic blanket.

"Hey, need help with that?", you called as you approached him, noticing his flustered face at getting caught.

"Hey! It's fine, it's fine", he dusted off his shorts, "I didn't fold the corner properly, never mind iron this", he grumbled.

"We're going to sit on it, I don't think we needed it ironed", you smiled, setting your small backpack on the blanket and occupying the space that wasn't covered with glass containers and pape bags, noticing the logo of your favourite bakery and the sweets shop near Lando's apartment.

"So, I baked these - who knew my oven works, hm?", he joked as he pulled out some granola bars that smelled delicious, "Jon did give me the recipe, but I made them! He says they don't have any harmful raw ingredients in them so there's no danger if they're not cooked properly".

"You could've told me to bring something too", you sighed, "you had all this trouble and I'm just going to sit here and eat it", you reasoned.

"I think we've gathered that I deserve all this trouble, even though I didn't mind doing it - I think I finally get it when people say they find baking relaxing, even if I just threw some oats and syrup on a bowl with nuts and chocolate", Lando shrugged.

You smiled at his antics, "this looks lovely, Lan - thank you", before you grabbed a paper napkin to grab the food.

Lando's heart did a little backflip at the pet name - when he thought about it, he can't remember the last time you called him anything other than his name.

He wiped the thought away as he noticed you get one of the paper bags, "It was no trouble, but I did have to make sure the lady at the pastry shop knew I was the next in line because there was this lady, you should've seen her, she was, like, eighty? I don't know, maybe more than that, and she was very posh and very proper and she was trying to cut in line! Then she started saying something in French and I was like 'no can do, madam! I need to get these croissants for my girlfri- for Y/N because they're her favourites' - I bet she wanted to get them first but I did!", he dramatised the scene, earning your loud laugh. How much he missed that sound.

"Seems like it was a little troublesome, though", you teased. Inside your chest, your heart beat fast at his efforts.

"You're worth it", he smiled before taking a bite of the granola bar, "not to toot my own horn, but for someone who eats pre-prepared meals, this is amazing! Try these!", he offered, forming a shell with his hand before he brought it up to your mouth.

For anyone else, this would be just another set of cute behaviours, but for you, it carried a sense of intimacy you hadn't felt in a while. Taking a bite of it and chewing, you had to admit the balance of the nutty taste and the chocolate was on point, "it is good, Lan! You should make granola bars more often - might even make a side business out of it!", you smiled.

"Charles has some ice-cream, there's alcohol from the other guys too - me? Granola bars", he smiled, eating the rest of it and looking at you. He would never be stupid again. He would never take you for granted. Never ever.

The conversation flowed once you started eating, mainly pointing out the new swings in the park or the pretty blooms that were showing up, and even though you weren't acting like you would had it not happened, it was comfortable and Lando had definitely put some effort into this.

"Thank you for this, Lando", you smiled after you helped him clean up the supplies, making sure he wouldn't have any spills and trouble taking the rest home.

"It's alright, really", Lando mumbled as blood rushed to his cheeks, "it wasn't much, but I wanted to make sure you remembered I'm still in and that I love you more than anything", he smiled, closing the basket and getting up with it to walk back to the car, "which actually brings me to an invite I want to make you", he went back to mumbling again.

The invite was a risk, he knew it. After all, it was the reason that got your relationship here in the first place. Yet, he wanted you there and he thought it would be good. Adding to it, it would be the way that he could make sure he was able to see you as it would be a busy day.

"What is it?", you asked as you walked with him.

"The day after tomorrow, we're going karting - Max and P are coming over for a few days, they arrive tomorrow - and I was wondering if you wanted to join us", he invited, "I know it's not the best environment to be in given al-", he started rambling.

"I'd love to go, Lando", you assured, touching his arm confortingly, "I might need a ride though, if you don't mind doing the detour", you pointed out.

"It's fine, of course we'll pick you up!", he smiled, happy and excited at your answer.

"That's me", you nodded to your mother's car, unlocking it with the key, "thank you so much for this, Lan, I appreciate it a lot", you smiled, raising your stance so you could kiss his cheek, "will you text me the details when you know, please?".

"Yes! Absolutely!", he gave you a big smile again, "until then, Y/N!", he waved.

As Lando walked back to his car, there was an extra spring up on his step, a new found energy and a smile that insisted on not disappearing from his lips.

Little by little, he was slowly getting you back.

.

"Why are we going this way?", Max asked as Lando took the first exit on the roundabout, "isn't the track that way?".

Lando couldn't contain his smile, "we're going to pick Y/N up first".

Max and Pietra exchanged a look before rhe blonde woman spoke up, "you finally came to your senses?".

"P!", Max scolded.

"It's alright, Max - she's not wrong", Lando added, "but yes, I have, and I'm working on it, respecting her but making sure she knows how much I regret it, how sorry and how bad I feel that it happened and how I'm trying my hardest to make sure it does happen again", Lando turned around once he stopped at the red light, "Thank you for looking after her when I didn't, P. I know you have been a good friend to her, so thank you for that", he added.

"She didn't deserve what you did to her, but I'm happy you figured it out and that you're working on it - I don't say it too often, but if you two ever broke up, I would consider that true love isn't a thing, what you two have is something else entirely", she smiled.

"Excuse me?!", Max dramatised, "what did you just say?".

"Did I lie, Max? Who was it that came home in a nervous fit without any fingernails because they bit all of them off after Lando realised what happened? The same person who couldn't even sleep because of it? Who was it, hm?", she quesioned her boyfriend.

Lando chuckled at his friends, thinking that they really had been made for one another, "you two make me look like the sanest person inside this car", he shook his head, pressing the pedal and turning into your street.

There you were, the person he was sure was made for him too. Your outfit was simple, consisting of black jeans, black trainers, a shirt sleeve polo and a cardigan on your arm.

"Hi guys!", you greeted, getting inside the car and kissing Pietra's cheek before putting your seatbelt on.

"Why don't I get a kiss?", Max pouted.

"Because you stink, that's why", Lando chirped in, "all ready to go back there?", he mused, sending you a wink from the rear view mirror.

Blushing, you nodded before looking at Pietra again, accepting her hand in yours as she gave it a squeeze. For the whole drive to the track, you engaged light conversation, mainly listening to the plans they had for the clips they were filming before they raced eachother since you and P would happily drive around in the karts just to pass the time.

For the first segment, you stayed on the stands, watching the team get the equipment ready.

"How have you been, Y/N?", Pietra asked as she handed you a bottle of water she had gone to her and taking a sip of her own.

"I've been well - university is finally done with and I can actually have a thought that doesn't involve it", you giggled, "and Lando is home", you offered.

"Now, I wasn't going to be so blunt, but that is the subject I wanted to get at", she raised her eyebrows playfully.

"He's... Goodness, he's Lando again, my Lando", you sighed happily, "surely, it still stings a little and we need to work through our issues, but we're trailing our way through them. Learning our ways together - it's a bit like falling in love again and it's such a good feeling", you blushed at your admission, "it's doing us well and we're going with it, and not out of it", you smiled.

"Y/N", Pietra cooed, "you have no idea how make that makes me! It's so good to see you so happy and hopeful", she squeezed your arm, "I was ready to avenge you on him, by the way, Max did us both a favour in telling him, because I was sure what I wanted to do to Lando was considered a crime and I'm a good person", she raised her hands defensively.

Once the boys were done, Max waved at you to come down and meet them, giving them the time to get your equipment ready.

"Come here, I need to make sure you don't fly out of your kart this time", Max called his girlfriend after she was fully equipped to go on the single seater.

You finished the makeshift hairstyle before you looked for the helmet, finding it in Lando's hands, "come here, big head, I'll help you put it on", he smiled.

As you approached him, you could see his sudden nervousness at having you so close to him, hands setting the helmet on top of your head and then pulling in on, "Look who's talking", you mumbled quickly before it was all the way in, his fingers gingerly touching your neck as he did the strap buckle.

"All good for our speed daredevils?", Max joked, getting an instant slap from Pietra before he got up.

"Does it feel safe, Y/N?", Lando checked with you, making you wiggle a little to make sure you were strapped tightly enough, making you flash his two thumbs up.

"Ready, set, go!", Max yelled before you and Pietra went off, happily driving on the track despite not extracting the full potential out of the kart.

"You and Y/N seem well", Max offered as him and Lando took a break before they joined you back at the track.

"I don't think I'll ever stop feeling this guilt on my chest, it's like a weird weight that sits here and gets heavy every now and again", Lando explained, "but I think we're going in the right direction, and I'm going to spend every day of our lives making sure it never happens again. Y/N will never doubt my love or affection for her. I just want to make her happy now that she knows I know how much I screwed us up".

"I'm proud of you, man", Max tapped his back.

"You're what?", Lando asked, a little flustered at his bestfriends words.

"I'm proud of you, Lando - you're dealing with this in such a good way! I'm not saying I doubted you would, but seeing you actually do it and make it happen in such a grown up, loving and accountability filled way makes me proud of who you became. As much as I joke about it, what P said in the car was true - you and Y/N are it. Whenever I think about what endgame is, you two are the first thing that comes to mind", he admitted.

"Thanks, mate", Lando replied earnestly.

After a couple of laps from you, you saw the boys joining you in the track, making you assure that whenever they lapped you, you made a Mario Kart like noise, always managing to get a smile and a headshake from Lando and Max.

Once you were done, Max and Pietra volunteered to take all of the supplies back to the storage room.

"Did you enjoy your day, Y/N?", Lando asked as he approached you.

Surprising him, you nodded before you hugged him, "I haven't been this happy in a long time", you cuddled him, letting your head rest on his chest and letting yourself feel enveloped by his arms after the initial shock wore off.

"I'm glad", Lando uttered out before he composed himself, "I just want you to know that I could fulfill all your dreams and that there I'll never do anything to hurt you again. I'm well aware of all shit I've done and put you through, and how accountable I am for it. I just want to make you happy", he chuckled, "I don't want anything else in this world other than to make you happy, to show you how much I love you and that I want make this work, I want to make us work", he let out in such a serious and intense tone that you could feel a knot forming your throat, "you were my first love and I want you to be my last, Y/N".

"Lan...", you gasped softly, "I know it hasn't been good for you, but I just need a little bit more time to put it behind me, once for all", you added.

"I know, and that's alright", he mumbled against the top of your head, "I just wanted you to know that it is coming straight from my heart - everything I do, I do it for you", plucking up the courage to press a kiss there.

You closed your eyes and basked in the feeling, "two Bryan Adams references in the same sentence from the guy who used to DJ? You impress me, Lando Norris", you giggled and teased him playfully, feeling the rubble from his own laugh on his chest.

"I'll make sure to impress you everyday that we're alive, Y/N Y/L/N", he promised.

And he intended to keep it.

.

Lando invited you to his apartment for a cosy night in, thinking the plans over and over while he waited for you to arrive.

The delivery service was faster than he expected so he wrapped the takeout boxes in all of the kitchen towells he had so they would help retain the heat while you weren't there yet.

The whole apartment was tidy, he had your favourite blanket on the sofa and the TV had your favourite shows ready to stream in the background as you hopefully shared a comforting meal.

Your acceptance to come to his place made Lando feel very pleased with the way you were trailing in your relationship. He had been able to correct his mistakes and make you happy again. Even though there had been moments where he seemed to forget, he now knew that you had always been and will always be a priority in his life. He had never been in love with anyone else, and he was sure he would always be in love with you until his last breath.

A knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts, heading up to the door to open it, "Hello hello! Come in", he gestured as you stepped inside, pecking his lips on the way - a few days prior, you had kissed him out of nowhere when you went to the bookshop and you swore he looked like a cartoon, all wide eyes and blushy cheeks.

Lando assured you you wouldn't leave the house and it would be just the two of you, so you hadn't bothered to put together a proper outfit, opting to wear a pair of leggings and an old Quadrant hoodie.

"I wasn't sure if I should bring anything, so I stopped by the sweets shop to get some of these hard candies, apparently they're very trendy now", you giggled sweetly as you set the bag on his hands so you could take your trainers off.

"You didn't have to, but thanks! We'll do a taste test after dinner - which is here by the way", he guided you to the living room.

Unravelling the mountain of kitchen towells, he had you sit down before he opened the containers, handing you a plate after you chose a bit of each of the dishes he ordered, "thank you, Lan", you smiled, sitting criss-cross on the sofa and waiting for him to do the same before you started eating.

"These are really good, have you tried them? They're new on their menu and when the guy explained it to me, I thought you'd like it", he pointed to one of the bite sized pieces.

"They are! They're not too heavy on the seasoning and they're really nice when you dip them in this sauce - try it!", you offered him the small cup.

"Is this going to be like the time you made me dip my spring rolls in that other sauce you claimed was the best thing in the world?", he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just try it, Lan!", you insisted, getting one from your plate, dipping it in the sauce and taking it up to Lando's mouth, your hand under the chopsticks in case some of it fell on his clothes.

Lando chewed it before nodding and humming in satisfaction, "is it good", he admitted with a smile after he wiped his lips.

Once you finished eating, you helped Lando bring everything back to the kitchen, saving the leftovers on his fridge, washing the plates and putting them away.

"You didn't have to help, I could've done it myself", Lando nudged before he laced your hand in his and pulled you back to the living room, "do you want to watch something?", he asked.

"There's this new Disney movie I haven't watched if you're up for it - or any of the shows we usually watch, I'm not picky", you answered quickly.

"Disney it is", he smiled sitting down and resting his arm on the back of the sofa, hoping you'd sit next to him and cuddle him.

You shuffled around before grabbing the fluffy blanket, pulling it over your legs and tentatively closing the distance between you, taking the plunge and taking a spot on his chest.

Once the movie was playing, Lando's arm dropped to wrap around you, lulling you closer to him and rubbing your arm.

"I can hear you thinking, and I'm sure you're not thinking about that little goat", you nodded to the screen.

"I'm watching the movie, I swear - and he's quite funny actually! He's also Mila's favourite character, at least he was last week", Lando chuckled, "but I was also thinking about us", he admitted.

"You were?", you turned to look up at him, wanting to know more.

"You do know I will apologize for what I did until the end of our lives, don't you?", Lando reflected out loud.

"Lando, stop it, it's forgiven and forgotten", you offered.

"Is it really?", he asked, a small smile breaking his way into his lips.

"It is, it's behind us now", you kissed his clothed chest.

"I will never forget it, though. It doesn't matter how many times you tell me to forget it or that you've forgiven me", he let out a shaky sigh, "I don't think I will, I hate myself for what did to you, the hurt that I caused you".

"Lando, let's not talk about it right now - not now, not ever. It's a part of our story, yes, and we learned from it, but I don't want to to remember every day. We are good now, and I don't want you to torture yourself with something that is out of your reach and that you can't change", you told him sternly, now sitting back against the sofa so you can face your boyfriend, "Promise me we won't mention this again, Lando".

"You're right", Lando agrees, "Okay, you're right, I promise, Y/N", he stated with a smile.

Your delicate lips peck his quickly before you go in for a second kiss, longer and more intense this time, and you both got lost in eachother.

You couldn't change what happened, but you could learn from it and work everyday to make sure it never happened again.

Lando was crazy about you, about who he was when was with you and how you made him feel, and you felt the same way about him.

"I love you, Lando", you smiled after you pulled away, resting your forehead in his.

"I love you forever, Y/N", he whispered, sealing his promise with a peck and bracing himself, "I'm never taking you for granted, and maybe this is a big gesture and I'm not sure how much this fits our new way - new patch? It's not a patch if we want it to last forever, right? - anyway, I would like to ask you to move in with me", Lando stated, "it doesn't have to be tomorrow or right away, we'll do it when you're ready! I just- I spend so much time of the year away as it is, and I don't want to cut the short time even shorter when it comes to you, so this way we'll be together for a bit longer - even if it's just at nightime and we can intertwine our legs or I can warm up the bed for you", he rambled on and you were sure he wouldn't stop anytime soon.

"Hey, hey! Lando, baby", you cupped his face with your hands, "look at me", you smiled as you straddled his lap, your thighs on each side of his and keeping you from fully sitting on him, "good now?".

"Well, since you're already there - sit, please", Lando added before he allowed himself to stress about your answer.

"I don't want to squash you", you mumbled.

Laying his hands in your thighs, he pulled you down, "I said sit down", he spoke sternly despite the playful glint on his eyes, "it's my home after all, I get to make the rules".

"Oh, I thought it was our home, but maybe I misread th-", your playfulness was cut short as your boyfriend flipped you around, your back hitting the soft sofa cushion with a yelp.

"You're moving in? For real?", he asked.

"Yes, baby, I'm moving in", you cupped his cheek, pulling him for a kiss, "I love you".

"My love, I'm going to spend everyday reminding you how beautiful, how strong", he started kissing your face with every word, "how kind, how amazing, how sexy, how hot, how smart, how kind, how incredible you are", he stopped just above your lips, "how all mine you are - I love you Y/N, forever", before he kissed your lips.

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06. brain food ☆

writing in-between cuts!

a quiet knock on the door catches your attention, which was previously focused on scrolling through random shows on Netflix. a weird feeling, you get. an emotion that seems to be the love-child of excitement and nervousness. there's no time to run away from these feelings, though, so you get up and open the door for the poor boy who's been hauling 3 bags of food.

"my god" he sighs, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "i think my stomach has eyes. there's no way we're finishing all this in one night." you laugh, noticing how he's holding his arm out of pain. "i've definitely done the same, more times than i'd like to admit-- here, sit down for a bit." gesturing to the couch, you sit down and pat a spot relatively close to you. he takes this offer with open arms, considering he'd walked pretty far. "sorry i took a while, hopefully i didn't keep you waiting too long?" his hands fidget together as he takes in your room. it's the size of a triple, but you have it to yourself. it's quite surprising how nice the school treats transfer students, considering how main students are usually shoved into a tiny room with 2-3 other people. you place your hand upon his; a ballsy move, but you know how it feels to be anxious about things. you don't want him to be anxious with you. "it's fine, really. i don't mind waiting for you." you smile, moving your hand back to it's previous position. embarrassment clearly runs through his body, but to you he just looked starstruck. after a moment of pushing these feelings back, he returns your smile. "i'm glad, then. um, can we eat? i fear my stomach is going to wrinkle up if we don't." "yes yuuta, we can eat."

"okay, okay. this seems good for now, i think?" he sits back from the laptop you two have been sharing, taking a second to re-read the outline. your eyes scan the page as well; it's a very.. rough outline. you start laughing at the last few lines, where he'd begun to give up on being professional. after all, only you two will see this draft. "why are you laughing?" he pouts, thinking you're making fun of the ideas laid out. "oh relax," you lean back with him, realizing he's gotten much closer than before. "i can just tell that you were rushing writing the final scene." his head whips to you and a hand clutches his chest, feigning shock; a sarcastic gasp falls from his lips. "how could you! we worked very hard on this!" your hand pushes his away from his chest, the both of them landing on his lap. "oh, shut up. i'm just teasing." he huffs anyways, a facade you've become accustomed to. after all, one of your best friends is nobara kugisaki.

reaching to a stuffed dog to your side, you hand it to him. "here, will an emotional support dog help?" he sighs, wrapping it in his arms. "i suppose." laughing again, you sit up and grab the laptop once more. "you're so dumb." he grips the toy more, you don't realize it, but he likes the way it smells of lavender just like you do. "what are you doing now, don't you think its enough for tonight?" you stop to think, after sending the draft to your phone. "well, we'll need to send casting calls to the neighboring schools sometime soon.. but i guess we can be done for now." he closes the laptop for you and places it on the table once again, looking back. "good, we can do that another time-" his sentence is cut off due to his phone practically blowing up in the room over. "sorry," he starts, getting up and handing the stuffed dog back to you. "let me go check on that."

"hey, sorry again. my friends were blowing up my phone for some reason." he comes back into the room where you two were sitting before, unsure if he should sit back down. he can't read your face, and you can't read his either, despite you both feeling the same way. "it's okay. you can sit back down if you want to stay a bit longer..?" you look down for a split second, anticipating the rejection he was about to give you. "i was looking for shows before you got here, but i couldn't find a good one." you try to convey what you say as a question, but it almost comes out as a plea. he doesn't say anything immediately, and you almost get upset? looking back up, you realize he's already getting ready to sit back down with you. "i'd love to stay. i also have an amazing suggestion for a show." your eyes light up, and it feels like the room filled with more air the way you both sighed with relief. "oh really?" you tease him, as he takes back the toy he'd left with you. "lay it on me then."

fun facts -> TWO PEOPLE PINING FOR EACHOTHER BUT NEITHER KNOW IT!!!! a classic trope. chefs kiss. yuuta offered to go get snacks not only because he was starving, but he also needed time to calm himself down before going to y/n's dorm. he was scared. scared that he'd say something stupid, give her the ick, embarrass himself. you know, the works. once he got there though, it felt like he never wanted to go home again.

-> GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCh. screams. kicking my feet like a little girl writing this chapter.

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The Arcana HCs: M6 administering first aid when it's their fault MC is slightly hurt

~ this idea has been sitting in my drafts for forever and I got an ask or two for something similar, enjoy the fluff! - brainrot ~

Part 2 is here:

- to set the scene -

It was evening time, and the two of you were in your shared space getting ready to decompress after a long week of work. You had just finished your bath and were drying your hair, but you couldn't find your comb. You glance across the room to where your beloved is and notice that it's right next to them.

"Darling, could you toss me my hair comb?"

They smile, pick it up, and toss it gently in your direction. Except that it flies faster than they expect it to. And they put a little more push and spin into it than they meant to. And when the comb smacks you in the face, one of the prongs manages to nick your eyebrow. You only feel a slight sting, but it's when your fingers come away from your face with a slight smear of blood that you notice the horror on your beloved's face. Oh dear.

Julian

Torn between the deep despair of what he's just done and his doctor's instinct to FIX IT, FIX IT NOW

Scrambling to find something to disinfect it with and clean it up, berating himself the whole time and concocting a thousand harebrained schemes to earn your forgiveness

During his search the memory of your little scratch is multiplying tenfold, what if you need stitches, what if you're permanently scarred across the face -

- until he sits you down and passes the clean rag across your face and oh, it's already stopped bleeding. It doesn't even need a bandage

The sheer relief has him cackling hysterically with tiny tears in his eyes, burying his face in your shoulder and asking for your forgiveness between sobs of laughter

It's also the stress of a long week getting to him, once five minutes have passed and he's still shaking you go pour a glass of something strong for the two of you to share and take your mind off of things

Asra

Both hands clasped over their mouth, eyes wide with horror

You can see tears threatening to pool in his eyes, he hurt you, how could he hurt you

As soon as you make a move towards them they are dashing to your side and brushing a shaky hand across your face to get a better look at it

Using healing magic as soon as you give him permission and then double and triple checking that there's no mark leftover

You're able to pull them out of their little spiral by asking them to kiss it better

That makes him laugh, and then he's pulling you closer and covering your face with smiling kisses

Will apologize for hurting you, and then for not giving you more credit to handle it

They'll stop feeling bad about it if you get the elephant out if the room by teasing him about it

"Yeah, you say you like my face, and then you go slicing it up with a hair comb, call me crazy but I'm getting mixed signals here..."

Hides his face in shame with the prettiest blush each time, "I said I was sorry, MC!"

Nadia

Utterly horrified. How could she. You asked her to do the simplest thing and she injured you instead

Completely at a loss on how to respond. She doesn't know first aid, she thinks one is supposed to elevate the injured area, but it's on your face and you're already standing up

It's on your face. She's officially responsible for scarring the greatest living work of art in the world, she'll never forgive herself

Her facial expression is the kind you'd expect to see on the kid who broke the cookie jar, not the Countess of Vesuvia

You're making your way across the room, holding in a giggle at the unusual look on her face, trying to tell her that you're fine without laughing

She's not convinced until you take a damp handkerchief and dab away the little drop of blood, showing a barely visible scratch underneath

"... oh." *recomposes herself* "well I suppose you didn't defeat the Devil for nothing."

You can see the little smile playing at the corners of her mouth and you know exactly how to make it blossom

"You have quite the arm, my lady."

Muriel

Be kind to him, he has trauma and from his perspective the sight of blood is all he needs to think that his worst fear is coming true

The first thing you do is use the edge of your towel to wipe off your face so there's only the scratch left

Then you're pulling him by the hand to sit down while Inanna climbs in his lap to ground him

Right about now he's realizing that technically someone could say he's overreacting so now he's flushing red and embarrassed and thinking about ways to hide

Obviously you're not going to let him hide or belittle himself, a trigger is a trigger regardless of how small it may seem to an outsider

Once he's taken a few deep breaths he'll steel himself to look at you before you even plan to work towards that and assess the damage

Oh, it really is just a scratch. There's not even any blood visible anymore

You're not going to tease him about it but Inanna will

Portia

She's laughing before you can even process what just happened

Her preferred method of sisterly comfort is a fist to the gut, mostly she's impressed at the fact that she could throw a comb that dangerously

She's also got her handkerchief in hand, pressing it to your forehead while you both giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation

She'll put a little bandaid on it too

The rest of the evening will be "injured warrior" themed

"Oh no, my dear MC, you have returned from war with a most horrible disfigurement! Whatever shall I do!"

She's doing this with her version of a posh Vesuvian accent, which layers hilariously over her natural Nevivon pronunciation

She'll comb your hair for you as her version of an apology

Can and will threaten you, Pepi, and Ilya with the hair comb in the future

"You leave me no choice. You laugh now, but if you do not help me wash the dishes I will remind you what these prongs are truly capable of!"

Lucio

"Oopsie."

The irony hits you that for once this is the completely appropriate response for him to make to his mistake

He can tell almost immediately that you're fine, he knows what major head wounds can look like and this ain't that

Grabbing a discarded shirt and tiptoeing across the room to you Captain Jack Sparrow style, he's dabbing the blood away gingerly and squinting at the scratch leftover like it's offended him

"We should get rid of that comb. It's weirdly shaped so it can't be aimed."

He's honestly not that bothered. He knows you're made of tough stuff, he knows you both got worse scratches than this earlier walking through a thorny patch of underbrush

If you decide to give him grief for it he'll suggest you throw the comb back at him, just so you're even

If you do and he doesn't duck and it does successfully scratch him too he'll be very proud of your matching battle wounds

"You aren't actually mad at me though, right?"

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #muriel of the kokhuri #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #portia the arcana #muriel the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #the arcana fluff #ask arcana brainrot

[gravesphillip]

Cockwarming // König

Warnings: cockwarming (obviously), size difference, reader afab/feminine petnames/pronouns, König being rough towards the end, König being a hard dom, submissive reader, multiple orgasms, alot of cum, breeding, calling König sir, spanking, degrading, praise, poorly translated German, mentions of pregnancy, if I missed any warnings lmk

Nsfw under the cut, minors dni

Settled onto your boyfriends lap facing him while he did his work. König would ignore you at times, really wanting to finish the paperwork for his work. It wasn't just all battling, it came with the not so bloody part of the job.

"königg.." You whined, wearing only a skirt with nothing underneath and a short sleeved white shirt. It was all apart of your plan, you never wore this kind of stuff unless you wanted his attention. He paid you no mind, being able to look over your head due to him being triple your size.

Grinding up against his clothed bulge, earning you a low growl from the huge man. "Ich habe zu tun." I have things to do. He groaned, running one of his free hands down your hair. "please..." Your arousal began to damp his pants, making a mess he is bound to notice.

König pushed you more onto his lower thighs as he unzipped his pants, lowering his boxers to under his balls. He pulled his monstrous cock through the zipper hole, stroking long strides onto it 2 times before inviting you back up. "Setz dich, du bedürftige Schlampe. Halte meinen Schwanz warm." Sit down, you needy bitch. Keep my cock warm.

Of course, you didn't hesitate. "yes, sir." Eyeing the large mass you were about to sit on made you nervous though. You two hadn't had sex in ages, you didn't remember his size at all until now. Not ready to take him yet, you sat on the underside of his cock, causing it to be pressed against his clothed abdomen. His dark pink tip poking out from your already wet, glossy folds.

The sensation of his half hardened cock rubbing up against your clit made an electric feeling shiver go up your spine and throughout your whole body. A soft moan slipped by your lips as König returned back to his work, letting you get off on him. You began moving back and forth, smothering his cock, making it warm like he had asked. The arousal on both of your privates spread together and mixed.

Königs cock twitched, drops of precum coming out of his tip as the sounds grew more lewd the more you rocked on him. He looked unfazed, as you were a complete mess on him. "I want to be inside you, not doing this time waster. Don't make me ask again." In a low, dark tone he spoke. His accent made it x10 hotter, but scary.

Hustling to put him inside you, lifting your hips up and lining the weapon about to be used, up to your leaking opening. Sinking down slowly, a long string of moans and random incoherent gibberish poured out your mouth as you did so. "god- König, its too much already.." The stretch was painful, but it hurt so good. You threw your head into the crook of his neck, or the best you could, more like his chest.

Crying out, loud, König grew impatient, grabbing your hips. He bucked into you, smacking your hips down in sync. Burying his cock deep inside of you, stopped by the entry to your womb. Your walls immediately tightening around him, molding the shape of his cock. "Mm, good, taking me so well. Just like the slut you are for me." Laughing it off, releasing your hips as a fading ache subdued in them.

Sitting there, getting used to the intruder inside of you. "Now sit still until I'm done, princess." Warning you in a threatening tone, best to listen. Bringing your arms up to dig your hands into his shirt, keeping your face buried into Königs chest. Whimpering softly, wanting more, needing more, already.

"I'll reward you, only if you stay still." Whispering into your ear, filling out the last bit if his work. You tried your very best not to squirm, turning your head to check in on his progress. Growing very impatient.

You move the tiniest bit, desiring friction. From behind you, you hear a pen drop and papers get tossed to the side of the desk. Suddenly, he lifts you up, turning you around and slamming you down into the desk. Hands slapping into the rough surface, in reflex. "wait," You breathed, as he lifted your tiny skirt up, "this looks so fucking cute on you, my pretty little whore. I'm gonna enjoy filling you up to the brim with my cum." Horror struck in your eyes, attempting to squirm out of his grip but to no avail.

"Touch yourself from behind." Your boyfriend demanded, taking his hands off of you to jerk himself off to the beauty before him. Your fingers you had brought down, glided down your folds, a breathy moan escaping. Your ass had been completely shown off to him, really giving him a whole view of what you do. Your other hand supporting you up from the hard surface, fingers below working around your clit bringing you non stopping waves of pleasure.

An unexpected smack to your ass making your bottom jump, a gasp from your throat. A soothing caress to the cheek right after, turning you on more. Your pussy clenched for him, you desired him. Fingers ghosting your hole, probing the entrance. König sighed to the sight, holding his cock, beating it senseless. "Du bist so umwerfend in dieser Position, Prinzessin." You are so gorgeous in this position, princess. Under his hood, biting his lip, tipping his head back, he was lost in himself.

Two of your fingers slid easily into your cunt, slipping in and out. Curling them up, hitting your cervix. A loud, desperate whine echoing in Königs office. "Im gonna cum, König.." Trembling from your delicate touch. Your thighs grabbed by large, calloused hands. His two fingers rubbing a long stride across your sensitive cunt, throbbing for attention. Lightly slapping it before lining up his pulsing cock.

"Bereit?" Ready?

You nodded, too weak to say anything. Slightly nervous, but ready. Pulling your shirt up past your stomach to rub your hand against it. The thought of being full of your boyfriends seed excited you. Aroused you.

Pushing in, the stretch was painful just like the first time earlier. It hurt like hell. Whimpering out, trying to grasp anything on the table for support. König responded to your cunt squeezing him, melting under his hood. Placing both his hands onto your hips before beginning to move. His pace was relentless, spontaneous, your legs bent up in reflex, spreading apart. Tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. Your breath fogging up the wooden desk below you.

Using both hands now for support, your head was to the side, your mouth agape. Drool began to pool out leaving a mess. Your ass felt like it was gonna bruise at how many times his pelvis smacked onto it. His hand slapping your reddened ass, sometimes not even smothering it. You could feel yourself slipping off the desk from the sweat build up on your skin.

Your boyfriend keeping you in place with his rough hands, you knew you were close to that euphoria you were chasing. Drops of tears rolling down your face, your tongue almost rolling out your mouth. His cock occasionally popping out your sloppy cunt, him forcefully shoving it back in. Your legs pulled off the table, set onto the floor as you grasped your landing with your feet. He had stopped his rough pace, keeping you full of his cock while he adjusted you.

König lifted one of your legs, exposing both of your heats connected together. You stood up now, one leg held up by his large hand on your thigh. His grip was tight, bound to leave more bruises. Königs other hand shifted off your hip and up above your shoulder. His hand was placed onto your neck, pulling your head back. Forcing your back to arch as both set of eyes met, his pair squinted full of lust. Yours, full of tears, big pleading eyes. "König..." Soft babble, spit bubbles popping at the corner of your mouth.

"Was ist, Prinzessin? Was brauchst du?" What is it, princess? What do you need? Leaning down, getting access to his arm while still maintaining his hold on you neck but instead with his arm. He freed his hand, lifting his hood and placing a upside down soft kiss on your lips before lifting it back down. His hand going back onto your neck, squirming from his touch. His pelvis pressed up to your ass, deep inside of you keeping both of you warm. "fill me up, please, im begging.."

The shift of his hood indicated a change in his expression, an excited one. He rutted up against you like a desperate animal, plugging your hole the whole time he did not pulling out one inch. "Mm.. You feel amazing.." Your eyes never laying off of his, they began to gloss over. Your body beginning to go limp, legs trembling once again. Your arms holding yourself up grew weak, almost collapsing.

"Im gonna cum..!" Breathing out, all the air in your lungs getting knocked out. Your cunt quenched, spazing out onto him. Your own liquids pouring out drenching his cock, Königs own high released out inside of you. His seed painted your inside, coated a thick transparent white. Your womb filled to the brim, running out your entrance, spilling out while he continued to pound into you. "too much.. too.." The grip on your neck grew rougher, pulled back more as your air cut off.

Your back side grew wet, his short pubes turning a black from his cum and your juices combined. "Lass mich deinen Bauch groß und rund machen, ich will dich mit meinem Kind schwanger sehen. Du wirst so eine großartige Mutter sein, meine Prinzessin." Let me make your belly big and round, I want to see you pregnant with my child. You will be such a great mother, my princess. Both your second euphorias coming fast and quick, not as strong, but fast.

Cum dripped down your thighs, some globs dropping onto the floor creating a pool on the floor. Exhaustion hitting you like a brick, dropping into his hold as your relentless boyfriend did not let your legs rest, holding them up. Your tears began to dry, damping your face slightly. Another hard slap to your ass, grabbing the now bruised flesh. He let your upper body drop in a sudden woosh. Your limp body hitting the table, cushioned by his arm also dropping down with you.

His second load was released into you not minutes later, all the cum spilling out due to there not being any more room your womb can take. Once König pulled out, he rubbed himself on your folds, staring at the masterpiece he created. Your ass spazed more, cunt ejecting fluids. Seconds later, you felt a warmth on your heat, a tongue. His tongue. Cleaning you up, striding it up multiple times. Whatever noise you could make, you made. "You taste wonderful."

Flipping you over, bending over you, flooding you with kisses. Wrapping your arms around him, below you his hand inserted his cock once again. You were lifted up and moved into the bedroom, just a room away. Laying down making sure you were comfortable as he massaged your arms and your legs. His cock remained inside of you for a good time, helping you sleep with strings of praise.

#gravesphillip #könig smut #könig #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare smut #call of duty

[aguacatetoast]

Such a Tease

Female reader x Solider Boy(I know he's a bad person but that doesn't stop him from being fine asf)

Warnings: Minors DNI!! 18+ only, Cursing, jealousy, teasing, oral f!receiving and oral m!receiving, fingering, weird guy trying to get at you, possessiveness, pettiness, unprotected sex(pls be safe), soldier boy himself is a warning(and prob more pls lmk!)

Word count: 3,759

(Likes and reposts are greatly appreciated!<3)

You are Soldier boy's assistant, Soldier boy's charms are hard to not fall for but you stay strong because you worked hard in Vought to get the position you're in. This leads to Soldier boy teasing you every chance he gets, you don't know how much more you can resist. (This is during the Team Payback era)

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Tonight was Vought's biggest charity event, and you were freaking out, not over the party necessarily but over Soldier boy. Ever since you became his personal assistant your life has been a chaotic mess and he has been the entire reason for your torment. You started off as a simple intern in Vought fighting your way through all of the intense competition each level had to offer just to build up to being Soldier boy's assistant. You couldn't complain financially you were doing much more than an average employee, but why did it have to come with such a tedious task. You wished you had gotten noir, but luck was not on your side when they gave you your hero to assist.

Your thoughts were cut off by an employee decorating for the charity event "Miss? Do you think that this bouquet matches better with the table?" He pointed at the gold table but before you could even speak someone else was speaking for you, "Son that looks like something I would take to my grandmother's funeral, go and change em' "You roll your eyes obviously recognizing the voice and you turn around facing him "Well thank you so much for your help Soldier boy, don't you have something to do? mm like getting ready for the biggest event we've ever had?" You ended it off with a soft but harsh smile trying to see if he would get the hint. He let out a dry chuckle, "Exactly sweetheart, that's why I'm here, helping out the company" He winked at you in a suggestive manner and you just scoffed "How about you actually go and make yourself useful and go help those scrawny decorators with the heavy boxes hmm?" He smiled "Darling if you just wanted to see my muscles you could've just asked" You ignore him and demand him to do as you told him, but you couldn't deny your heart pounding and your heart rate getting faster when he said that.

Once you had triple checked everything was right and the whole podium dedicated to soldier boy was perfect you had to face the obstacle of actually getting ready. Thankfully Vought had a whole team that did all of those things and this was one of the little times you were actually happy with working there. As you drifted off into your thoughts you started to think about a hypothetical way the charity event could go. In your mind it was perfect, soldier boy was wearing the outfit you told him to wear, and you looked absolutely stunning greeting everyone and welcoming them in hopes of them donating as much money as possible, and that Soldier boy actually says the speech that the PR team had sent him earlier. You let out a soft sigh as the stylists were doing your hair and you knew that your night was not going to go like anything that you thought about.

After finally finishing all of the final touches, the high-end dress that you're forced to wear due to the sponsorships you have to do for Vought looks stunning on you. Hugging all of your curves and marking your body like none of your regular clothing does. Your outfit boosted your confidence since you were feeling a bit nervous due to the nature of the event. But as you were done you headed over to the Vought tower, heart racing, blood pumping, and feeling butterflies in your stomach. You tried to breathe in and out slowly to help ease your nerves but nothing seemed to help, finally, you got to the event and made your way into the entrance to greet your important guests. You said "Hello! Vought is so happy to have you here with us, Welcome in and enjoy the event" to every single guest changing the wording up every now and then to make it just a bit less boring. After you had said your greetings to what felt like over 10,000 people you came to the realization that your special supe hadn't made his grand entrance along with the others. You looked at your dainty watch and saw that he was an hour late, but since the event was so crowded no one had noticed his absence yet. But you couldn't help but worry, he wasn't the type to be late to these types of events so out of sheer panic you call him several times only to hear the same robotic tone repeat the same message "Hello you've reached..."

After another half hour passed by, people started to come up to ask you where he was and your superior was on the verge of firing you and was already threatening you in finding your replacement. The butterflies you felt earlier now felt like wasps, curious as to what the hell he could be doing that was more important than the event. Then after checking your watch again you suddenly heard clapping, screaming, and whistling you quickly turn around and see him without his mask and letting his long fluffy hair out but slightly styled with some hair pomade. The women of the event were going wild as if their pheromones were instantly turned on just by his presence. You couldn't help to feel a bit jealous but in the end, he was just your supe and he was just messing with you anyways. After getting over your silly feelings you straightened yourself out, you went up to him to welcome him too and guide him to his booth where he was going to give his inspirational speech. His eyes were searching for something roaming the room as if he was lost and then suddenly his eyes met with yours you felt shy and intimidated as he gave you a soft and flirtatious smirk. As you got closer his eyes trailed you the entire time you were finally by his side and he stuck out his arm to guide you across the busy crowd you fondly accepted his arm and wrapped yours onto his, he stared you up and down and leaned in to whisper into your ear "Jesus darlin' where were you hiding this body" you just rolled your eyes although you knew he could sense the effect his question had on you and how badly you were hiding it.

As you two finally made your way across the room and all of the eyes staring at you two made you nervous, he sensed you were nervous and he tightened the last remaining space between you two and you felt his smell overwhelm your nose, you let the intoxicating scent fill your nose as you felt that he gave you a sense of safety and the firm grip he had on you only further emphasized it. Then you two finally got to the podium and you went up and said "Good evening everyone thank you for coming tonight, all of us at Vought are so grateful for all of you here! Please don't forget to donate as this is a charitable event. Thank you for coming once again please enjoy the rest of your night and now please help me welcome soldier boy!" once your speech came to an end everyone went insane over your supe and of course he did a very charming introduction, very on brand for him and his charms provided more profit which is what you need tonight. While he was saying his speech a reporter came up to you "Hey your name is y/n right?" you shook your head, yes, and he asked for some privacy you agreed only because soldier boy was actually reading his PR speech without pulling one of his stunts. He starts off by asking simple questions like how it felt to work at a big company like Vought and how it was to work with soldier boy and after what felt like countless hours of you two chatting he starts asking if you were single, if you and soldier boy had something behind the scenes, and what you thought about Crimson countess and Soldier Boys relationship, the sudden shift of questions had you shocked and not knowing how you should answer you started to stutter trying to think of something to say and then for once you were grateful to hear the irritating but silky voice answer for you "ok that's enough harassing of my assistant for one day go fuck off.” you were grateful he was there to help you but you suddenly felt embarrassed, why didn't you just say no why did you hesitate in answering and why did your heart have to ache when he mentioned Crimson Countess. As the random news reporter left soldier boy shifted closer to you "you ok darlin'?" you just quickly shook your head yes and said a small thank you as you left because someone was calling you over.

You couldn't help but feel nervous around him after the questions that you just got asked, but you still said you were fine even though you knew damn well that you were indeed not ok. After that, you went to go and get yourself a drink and he was swarmed by news reporters and possible donators. After having a couple of shots of tequila you were starting to feel the strong effects of the clear liquid. You realized that all of the press had settled down and the real party finally started you made your way to the dance floor hoping to relieve some stress from the hard but rewarding job that you have and started to dance with one of your coworkers loosening up and feeling comfortable until you saw the weird new reporter guy come up behind you and then you got pushed further into him due to the crowd and now your ass is touching his groin but the tequila had taken over your senses and didn't care and danced against him until you felt a weird sensation in the room as your eyes roam around the room you see Soldier boy standing in the corner of the dance floor having a perfect view of you and his face is visibly upset. You felt the news reporter start grinding up against you and before you could even do anything you saw a furious supe head in your direction and pry the dude that was now just full-on grinding up against your ass, he pulls you away from him and he bends over to your ear for you to hear him over the loud music blasting "What the hell is going on with you and that pervy douche?" You held in your laugh and he leaned in his head closer to you so that he could hear what you have to say "Why do you care? You jealous or something? Why aren't you dancing with your girlfriend Crimson Countess?" You saw his mood shift completely and he starts to drag you out of the party.

You got a bit anxious not knowing why he reacted in that way as you two were trying to make your way to his room he pushed you into a corner and he towered over you. As the both of you were standing in that corner you two made intense eye contact with tension so thick you'd be able to cut it and this level of intimacy allowed you to see the little details you had never been able to appreciate before such as his beautiful warm green eyes, his light brown freckles sprinkled all over his face and how soft his lips looked. With all of the tension, the both of you start leaning in closer to each other and he kisses you with such confidence and passion as if he had kissed you before, moving your lips in unison he starts to let his hungry hands roam over your body and feel all of your curves and everything and more that he fantasized over you. He could never admit it out loud but he had just as much of a crush on you as you had on him. He hated the fact that he was in the PR relationship with Countess when in reality he wanted to be with you. He knew the effect he had on you, like when you would see him after a long day of doing supe shit and he wasn't wearing his mask or suit, just a tight black sports shirt with some gray sweatpants and he could smell your arousal and see you adjusting yourself before going to see him. Your scent drove him insane and he hungered for more.

You felt soldier boy pull away and he whispers in your ear "How about we take this somewhere more private sweetheart" You simply nodded your head yes and his hands run up your body once more just to lead his gloved hand into yours as he led you to his room, which you had only been a couple of times and had some sort of awkward interaction with Crimson countess getting up from an active night before. You felt yourself start to sober up as he opened the door for you and allowed you to go in first and then he shut the door behind you and he immediately grabbed you by your hips and pushed you delicately against the wall he didn't want to hurt you with his superhuman strength. His lips melted perfectly into yours and you felt how he intruded his tongue into your mouth as you met yours with his and let out a soft moan at the contact. He pushed his hard member into you and you felt arousal leak into your panties. As you're behind pushed into the wall he makes his way behind to where the zipper of your dress was and he glides it down smoothly causing shivers to go down your spice. He steps back as you move forward with him he removes his gloves and proceeds to remove your dress and give you his hand so you can step over the elegant dress that was on the floor now. And as you felt exposed his roaming eyes glared over your body with awe "Holy shit darlin' where were you hiding this body?" he asks again in pure shock, You let out a bashful laugh "Well someone wouldn't have been able to be professional at work" He made a 'confused' face and says "I have no idea who that would be" as he said that he brought you closer to him you rest your arms on his athletic shoulders as you say a sarcastic "Mmhm" And he lets out a soft laugh and proceeds to lean in to kiss you once again.

He shifts you toward the bed you had dreamed of being on for so long. He makes you lay on your back as he spreads your legs. He appreciates the lacy panties you wore as he plays with the thin waistband. He goes down on his knees as he drags one of his hands down on your outer thighs and starts to take off your heels. Once he's done and sees the immediate relief, he kisses your lower belly and uses his teeth to pull off the fragile fabric that was dividing him from you. You swear that you already climaxed at the pornographic sight, you felt his hungry eyes on you as you were fully exposed to him. "Fuck baby, so wet for me huh?" before you could even come up with an answer he dives into you starvingly, you not knowing how long he had been wanting to please you. He licks your folds consuming all of the wetness you had just for him and then he moves his hot wet tongue on your clit as he circles around it. You started to feel an overwhelming sensation hit you, no man has ever made you feel this way and he had barely done anything yet, you realized that it was going to be a long night. He ate you out like a starved man licking you on your bundle of nerves perfectly and leading you closer and closer to the edge. Out of pure pleasure, you ran your hair through his honey colored locks and pull on them slightly and he moaned into you because of it. Which caused him to insert a finger into you which caused you to moan out loud "...I don't know how much longer I-I can.." You wished you had never mentioned anything because this only caused his rate to quicken and the heating in your lower stomach was getting unbearable until he started to suck on your clit and that was what led you to your first orgasm and he felt your twitching, and you pulled on his hair a little harder and said "F-fuck soldier boy" he started to lick up all of the remaining juices and licking your now overstimulated clit you twitch at his touch and pulls away with a soft smirk and you see yourself all over his face.

He licks his lips and stands up, you were still calming down from your climax and you stared at him undressing just for you and you were trying not to drool at the sight of his exposed chest, his muscles were carved out by greek gods themselves and as soon as he took off his pants and you saw his thick athletic thighs you were practically begging for him at that point. You got up and played teasingly with his waistband as he did with yours he looked confused as to what you were about to do, you went down on your knees and freed his hard member, you saw that it was leaking with precum and you were quick to start licking the tip this made him let out a soft groan and he made a makeshift ponytail out of your hair guiding you through all of his inches but he was too big to fully fit into your mouth so as he tried to push you further you slightly gagged so you moved your head back, you grip him with your hand as your mouth is still attached to his tip and start moving at a quicker pace "Shit y/n" he moaned your name which made you melt and you started to move quicker wanting to hear more erotic noises from him. As you had a steady rhythm and he was enjoying himself more and more he moaned one more time and said "If you keep going at this rate I'm going to cum" You wanted to continue but he pulled you (gently) away and he grabs you by the chin with his thumb and finger forcing you to look up at him as he admires your teary eyes and puffy lips from the hard work you had done.

"Stand up and go to the bed on all fours" You were shocked to hear how commanding he was but you had to say it was definitely turning you on and you did as you were told. You felt him grab you by the waist as he inserts and aligns himself into your entrance and you felt the burn of him stretching you out which made you moan out of pain and pleasure. He waits a bit before moving because he's scared to hurt you, he needs to remind himself that you are human after all and he needs to be careful with you, but after a bit, he moves in and out slightly and you moan "Please...more" he was shocked to hear that but started to move faster and faster until tears started to form in your eyes from all of the sensations that you were feeling. He had a tight grip on your waist making your skin clap against his and making you feel him deeper in you "Mmm darlin' you take me so well, who's girl are you hm??" You still being petty and jealous answer "Crimson Countess is your girl" He gets upset and starts thrusting into you harder and whispers in your ear"Wrong answer sweet girl, I'll give you one more chance" he pulls out and flips you onto your back and now you're face to face with him as he goes inside you "Who's girl are you?" He started pounding you until you get cock drunk and can't even form an answer you start to form a sentence "Y-your-" You had to stop because you felt as if he was in your stomach, so deep in you as he was hitting your g spot the flames started to take over again and he teased you "That's it, you're a big girl finish your sentence" you couldn't even process feeling angry at that moment, you finally managed to get your words out "Your.. girl.. soldier boy.." and you moan because now you felt him kissing your neck as he whispered, "Call me ben..." You felt him go a bit slower only to quicken up his pace again and you moaned out "Ben.. fuck I'm going to-" And you came again moaning and feeling so cock drunk as you slightly heard "Make a mess pretty girl"

He was still going hard as you moaned "Ben please I can't anymore.." he kissed you softly "Yes you can sweetheart, just one more time, who's girl are you?" You were so overwhelmed and consumed by him and answered sincerely "I'm your girl Ben....only yours, no one elses" you felt him get sloppier until he finally releases his seed inside of you and you were gripping onto his arms while he moaned your name softly at the end. He makes eye contact with you and with a soft smile kisses you. He rolls off of you and brings you close into his arms as reality starts to come back to you. And by the end of everything you were fully sober and you realized what you had done. You knew you should've felt nervous or anxious after what had happened but at that moment you felt safe and secure with him and he was moving his hand up and down softly on your arm and you reached in to play with his now messy hair and pulled him in to kiss you one more time to make sure it was real, and you hear him say"So uh you're gonna start wearing tighter outfits right?"

You just rolled your eyes and laughed softly "Only if you behave, Ben"

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#soldier boy #the boys tv #the boys soldier boy #jensen ackles #jensen x you #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x reader #the boys fanfic #the boys season three #the boys smut #soldier boy smut #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles fic #vought #super soldier #supes

[theothin]

Okay, so.

It's 5:30 pm. As with most Friday nights, I get in my car to drive to a 6 pm Magic the Gathering draft.

It takes a couple of tries to get the car to start. I don't think much of it - the car is about two and a half decades old, and it's had trouble starting before, although not normally this bad. When I start driving, it feels sluggish - I assume it'll function normally soon, but the "soon" keeps not happening.

(I later learn that I really should have taken this more seriously.)

I get onto the main road, and start making my way towards the game store. I start to notice the car being oddly... jittery when it's stopped, particularly the steering wheel. I tell myself, well, hopefully it'll do fine to get me to the MTG event and back, then I can get it looked at over the weekend.

(Horrible idea. Never listen to this instinct.)

On the way, I stop at the red light, then the car has trouble starting back up. I restart the ignition, and it's around this point when I start to smell something funny. Hopefully something from my surroundings, I tell myself.

(Othin, you fucking idiot.)

A bit further, and the smell hasn't gone away. Also, something looks funny. Is that... smoke? Inside the car? Okay, I wasn't imagining it, that's definitely smoke. Emergency procedures, abort mission.

First things first, gotta get off the main road. I take the next turn onto a side road - and it's only two lanes, one in each direction. I go a bit up the road, looking for a proper place to park, and it doesn't take long of failing to do that before I go okay, no, enough waiting, I need to get out of here. The other cars can deal with it.

I park, call my dad, and explain the situation. He says it sounds like I'd had a big oil leak, and if I drove that much without oil, my engine is probably toast. Given how old the car is, that would probably be the death blow to it, although we'd already expected it wouldn't last much longer regardless.

I call Triple A, at 5:49 pm, to request a tow truck. They ask if I'm in a safe location - I interpret the question as being about immediate personal safety and say yes. (I later learn that blocking a two-lane road does not qualify as a safe location. Maybe if I'd said no, things would have gone differently.) It takes a bit of time to figure out how to explain where exactly I am, since I don't know which municipality I stopped in or how best to describe my street location, but after a few minutes they go sure, we'll have someone over there within the next hour, and they'll call when they're on the way.

In the meantime, I call my dad back, for more of his car expertise. He says it should be fine to sit in the car so I'm not out in the cold, I just shouldn't turn it on. It still smells horrible, so on his advice, I lower the windows, and sit there, waiting.

Around 6:30, I haven't heard anything, so I call back to see if there's any updates. The automated message says the expected arrival time is 7:21.

I don't have headphones with me, so I wait until it feels okay to put the windows back up before taking the opportunity to watch anime, and pull up the next episode of Yuyushiki. Meanwhile, my dad texts me, I mention the road, and he goes wait, that's dangerous, you should really wait on the grass by the road instead. I tell him I don't think I'm likely to get hit, but at his insistence, I reluctantly comply, after finishing the episode. Back to shivering as it gets increasingly cold.

Around 7, I call again, and the automated line still says the expected arrival time is 7:21. Around 7:10, there's still no word about the driver leaving, so I call and ask for a live rep. The rep tries to check in with the tow truck, but comes back after several minutes to say that there was no number available for the driver himself, and that he attempted to contact the company they'd contracted for the word directly, but wasn't able to reach them. The rep says the driver is showing me as next on his list, and the only alternative would be restarting the process with a new driver, which would put me further down the list. He suggests waiting at least another half hour before trying anything like that.

I am getting skeptical of these time estimates, and extremely tired of shivering outside. I call my dad and ask him to come, he says sure. He also suggests calling the police to let them know about the road I'm blocking and get their help with keeping other cars from crashing into me, but I say I don't want to do that while I'm alone and wearing a dress. He says he doesn't expect it to be an issue but doesn't push it.

Dad shows up, goes wait, you meant the straight part of the road? I assumed you meant the twisty part further up, no one's gonna crash into you here. (In other words, rather than shivering, I could have spent that time in my car watching another episode of Yuyushiki.) Still, it's getting dark, and he says we should set up the reflectors he put in our cars, for exactly this sort of situation. It turns out they're only in his car, not mine, so we set up his reflectors.

Dad goes hey, want to see if the engine got messed up enough that we can see just from looking at it? I go sure, why not. We pop the hood and, instead, see a huge fucking pile of twigs and leaves, right in the middle. Dad speculates that it's a bird's nest and starts pulling it out. While he does, we start hearing some sort of chirping sound. We both speculate that it's a bird, but he notices that it's not a bird and not coming from the car itself - it's a baby squirrel in the pile of nest he'd pulled out. Doesn't seem like it went well for it.

We wonder if that was the whole problem. Dad doesn't notice signs of significant oil spilling, and he checks the oil level but says it's fine. We give it a shot, and the car seems to start normally. We drive a bit down the street together, but I notice it still feels pretty clunky. I suggest switching cars so he can evaluate mine. He notices the light saying "service engine soon", asks if that's been on since I left home, I say yes. He says he doesn't want to drive it without checking how serious that is and goes to look it up in the manual.

While I'm waiting in Dad's car, I call Triple A again, and explain that we've moved the car slightly. By this point they've ditched the first contractor and are sending a new tow truck from a different company. While I'm talking with them, Dad comes back with a question about my car, I say I don't know and that I'm on a call. He keeps trying to get more of an answer from me but I'm not sure what else he expects, eventually he gets frustrated and goes back to my car.

I'm waiting on hold for the rep to try to get more info from the new driver, and text my dad to ask what he wants. He says I should hang up and we should just drive the two cars home. I ask if he's sure the car is safe, he says no but he doesn't want to keep waiting.

Around 8:30, we start driving in each other's cars. Dad takes the lead, and is in the middle of driving my car up a steep hill when it gets stuck. He instructs me to carefully drive past him, then turn around to meet him at the bottom of the hill. He decides it really isn't fit to drive home but that it should go somewhere that isn't in the middle of traffic, and finds an area that's blocked off for construction. Dad speculates that in addition to the nest getting caught in stuff, there may have been other issues from things like wires getting chewed on.

(While he was driving, I could smell that awful smell from his car, behind him. I swear I can still smell it.)

I call Triple A yet again, to explain where we moved the car this time. They say it might take another couple of hours for the tow truck to arrive. We go, no, we're not waiting that long. Dad asks about the procedure for unassisted towing, and we end up putting the keys with the car to leave for the tow truck to use. Dad also has me call the police's non-emergency line to tell them about the car we're leaving and why, so they won't take issue with it in the meantime.

Around this point, Dad asks about the friend I was talking to. I go, what are you talking about. He says, on that phone call. I say, I didn't have any phone calls with friends here, all my calls were to him or Triple A. He says, wait, that's who you were talking to? I say of course. He says, so when I told you to hang up, you hung up on Triple A? I say yes, that's what you insisted I should do. He says whoops.

We return home around 9 pm. I get out of the car first, spend a while waiting by the door for my dad to catch up, and remind him that I no longer have a house key with me, since it was on the same key ring. He goes wait, you left your house key with the car? I point out that really, it was both of our mistakes, since he was using the key ring as well, and was the first one to stash it.

Dad says we'll need to go back for it, after a much-needed chance to pee and eat dinner. I also use the chance to start making a document of things to remind myself to keep in mind about cars: supplies to keep on hand, warning signs to watch for, things to keep clean, and also the value of having someone else in your car every once in a while so they can point out things you've overlooked. Bunch of things he'd been trying to get me to keep in mind forever, that never seemed as important until I'd gotten a chance to really see the consequences first-hand. Once I finish the document, I'm thinking of printing it out and taping it somewhere visible while I drive, so that maybe I'll remember to think about it more often.

It's a pretty quick drive back to the car. In part, because my dad drives really fast. While zooming down the hills we'd been stuck on, he points out that this is why he'd really wanted me to be careful, because people sometimes drive like this on them. I point out that maybe he should not do that.

We get the house key back around 10 pm. While we're driving home, I get a call back from the police, saying it's fine to have the car there for now, but it will get in the way of the construction vehicles, so we've gotta deal with it by 7 am if we don't want to risk the police towing it instead. Dad points out that tomorrow is Saturday, the cop says it'll be fine if the construction isn't happening that day, but we do need to make sure it's gone by their next work day.

Back home, I call Triple A again. They say they've switched to using a third contracting company, but this one finally has someone dispatched, along with a tracker. Next time I check in, they say they've picked up the car. Around 11 pm, I get a notification saying it's been successfully delivered to the repair place we asked for.

A learning experience, in a number of ways. But also, man, what a mess.

#cars #yuyushiki

[keepthedelta]

I just read up your post on merc not favoring nico throughout his career. With all the british bias sky/any other medias had against him back in the day, it's definitely interesting when nico decided to join them, always made me wonder how he felt about all of that. Also, did he really sign more than 100 million euros in 2016? That's some insane negotiation skill, considering he hasn't been a wdc 😭

the thing about relationships between sports people and the media is that it's inherently weird. because yes, these people often talk shit about you on the television, but you also often see them more than you see your own family. you share flights with them, and meals, and you see them not just at work, but also in airports and train stations and restaurants and hotels. and both sides need each other. the media need drivers and team personnel to want to talk to them (and sometimes leak them information) and the drivers and teams need the media for coverage, advertising, and to drive certain narratives. and for both sides, the people that you are on camera may not always be who you are off camera, and there is a certain recognition of that.

for nico, while i would say that while the british media treated him fairly terribly during 2014-2016, there were still moments where they acknowledged how good he was. there was this very odd phase in the monza-suzuka section of the 2016 calendar, where it was looking increasingly likely that nico was going to win the championship, and sky were suddenly nice about nico. they wrote articles about how wonderful nico was as a person and said it was a shame that people didn't get to see that side of nico (even though they were the ones portraying him in a certain way), they did a review of the hybrid era and recognised that nico had had more bad luck across the era than lewis, (although lewis had probably had slightly worse luck in 2016) and where earlier race wins like bahrain, china and russia (where he began on the front row and then led all the way to the end) were described as boring and unchallenged, race wins like monza and japan (which were almost identical to the earlier wins) were described as faultless and perfect. even when they were being terrible to him, there were moments that were good.

additionally, a lot of the british hate towards nico only began in 2014. prior to that, coverage was largely positive. nico was driving terrible cars, but he was driving them incredibly well. he dragged some of the shittiest williams cars in their history to places that they should not have been, including onto the podium. i would have to check, but i'm pretty sure that during his time at williams, nico was their only podium finisher. he absolutely destroyed his teammates (the only teammate he never beat in his career was mark webber, who was his teammate during his rookie year, when they were driving a car that spent more time on fire than it did racing), and when he went to mercedes he beat michael schumacher pretty convincingly (only schumi teammate to ever beat him btw). before he became a threat to lewis, the british media were actually quite complimentary about him. so for nico, it's a question of three years of negative coverage versus eight years of pretty good coverage (personally i would still have told them to fuck off).

there's also the fact that nico does triple duty for sky, as he works for sky germany and sky italy too, often in the same weekend. so sky are willing to pay him essentially three times to do one job, which seems like a pretty good deal to me, and i don't think the german or italian coverage of him was ever quite as harsh as the british media, so that might also be a factor. he clearly enjoys what he does, he gets to show up in his little linen beach outfits, say whatever he likes, and leave as the paddock implodes because he's just dropped information that the fia didn't want anyone to know about. truly an icon.

as for the contract extension, yeah it was insane. i think it may have even been for as much as 137 million euros, almost 70 million per year, which is a legitimately insane amount of money for any driver, let alone one who has never won a wdc. as i said, i think nico actually had quite a lot of power/leverage when it came to signing the contract because of what was happening internally at mercedes at the time. also, back then, a lot of merc's biggest sponsors, hugo boss, thomas sabo, etc. were actually nico sponsors, and if he went to ferrari, they would have gone with him, so there was definitely a financial incentive to keep him, but still, georg nolte and gerhard berger definitely earned their money in those negotiations

#ask #anon #nico rosberg

[teasandcardigans]

trash fic thursday <3

hello all! this has pretty much become a dead account mostly due to the fact that the fandom does not feel like a community that is good for me anymore, but i wanted to respond to my close mutuals who continue to tag me in posts about writing and music

i'm going to be sharing old drafts, forgotten wips, and dead works that will likely never be finished. first up? hindsight, part 1. a fic that i started right after sam and david's phone call and raced to finish, but ran out of time before the next video came out:

“Thank you,” came the voice through the phone, deep and rough.

The line clicked off. Sam stared at his screen for a moment, unsure of his next move. He had agreed to meet David tonight and he felt everything in his body tell him to do the exact opposite. This wasn’t his fight, despite everything he may harbor against Quinn. The vendetta was Darlin’s and now Sam was neck deep in shit he never wanted to be a part of.

His eyes drifted away from his phone and towards a sleeping Darlin, who was still peacefully tucked under their sheets. Sam shouldn’t have stayed, really. He only came to make sure Darlin was still breathing and not bleeding out again after the shifter neglected to answer Sam’s calls. The two of them talked for a while, then one thing led to another, and suddenly Darlin’s hand was curling around his wrist asking him to stay. Sam took one look at them and caved.

The newborns were making him soft.

Sam could see the slightest breaks of dawn through Darlin’s bedroom curtains and knew he had to go, or else he’d be trapped here all day. With a soft farewell touch to Darlin’s cheek, Sam pulled on his boots and headed for the door, triple checking the lock and wards before leaving.

He had to speed back to WonderWorld to avoid the sun, which meant the typical hour-long walk from Darlin’s place to the amusement park was completed in a matter of minutes. Sam arrived to see two curious newborns waiting for him, both talking quietly before noticing his arrival.

They both questioned where he had been and Sam politely remindedminded the newborns that he was the Maker here, not them. His locations didn’t need to be closely monitored by someone who wasn’t in the bloodlust phase, theirs did. That fact quickly made Fred’s nervous ramblings come to a halt, but Sam wasn’t so lucky with Bright. The stubborn one always pushed a little more than Sam liked.

“So you’re not gonna tell us why you smell like a wet dog?” Bright questioned, coming to walk backwards in front of Sam in order to keep eye contact with him. “Or why Vincent’s become our babysitter for the past month?”

Sam pointed his finger at them, trying his best to be stern through his exhaustion from speeding to the park. “Vincent owes me, that’s why. The rest isn’t your business, kid.”

Bright huffed and turned away.

Sam was antsy all day. He tried to get work done, but his mind wouldn’t let the thought of meeting David Shaw go. The alpha had a strong reputation in Dahlia and his pact with William went back years. The Solaire clan knew their bounds with the Shaw pack, and yet, Sam was testing them. He had been crossing the line the night Darlin gave him the address to their apartment and he stepped through the threshold to heal them. Under the agreements of the pact, David had every right to rip Sam a new one.

Sam hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

#redacted asmr #redacted #teasandwrites #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted david

[busaikuknee]

a quick look back at march and april 2024

i didn't initially intend to combine these into a single post, but "me remembering write my march post" coincided with "me being busy with work and watching mania weekend shows," so i figured it'd be best to wait until all that was done with so there would be plenty to sift through. with that established, let's get started!

general overview and numbers

ended up catching 131 matches during these past two months (51 in march, 80 in april), which is quite a lot for me! despite this, i still feel woefully behind on everything; i've been trying to keep up with a lot, but i don't enjoy half-watching things and i only have so much brainspace for wrestling. as a result, it's been a breadth-not-depth kind of spring.

tjpw came in second for "promotions i caught the most of," which i'm hoping to continue! most of my prior teej viewing has been of isolated individual matches, so it's been nice getting a more holistic view of the promotion. first place was noah—those monday magic shows scratch some kind of itch for me, even if a lot of the cards aren't that different from your normal sunny voyage fare

most appearances throughout the month(s)

if you're exclusively counting matches that occurred in the last two months, yuma anzai comes in at #1 with 6 appearances—i've been trying to keep up with his champion carnival run, with the keyword being "try" since i'm terrible at watching tournaments. expanding that to matches that were viewed during the past few months, katsuhiko nakajima's at #1 at 12 appearances, making him the Spreadsheet Champ of the Month(s). check out his match vs daiki inaba and the preview tag before it from his wrestle-1 run, they're fun.

anyway, there doesn't seem to be an up-to-date fullbody render for him and i'm not grabbing a screenshot just for my dumb photoshop bit, so simply imagine it in your mind's eye.

speaking of anzai and nakajima,

the part where i mumble about matches in no particular order

yuma anzai vs katsuhiko nakajima (ajpw, march 30th)

i have a habit of pausing matches to go and take a break less than a minute before the ending. just poor timing on my part. paused this match about 15 seconds before the finish, got up to walk around and stretch, and mentally drafted a whole thing about how, even though anzai definitely wasn't going to win, this was a great showing from him and did a good job making the case for him as a future triple crown champ. then i unpaused and watched those fifteen seconds. immediate egg on my face. i'm pretty excited for anzai, though! it's nice seeing promotions really get behind their young talent.

hype!2 (tjpw, april 19th)

i'm putting the whole show down, seeing as there's only one "traditional" wrestling match and it would feel strange to excise it from the whole performance. i loved the first hype and was looking forward to this; while i think you can feel that a lot of the show had to be changed last-minute in the final product, i still had a pretty good time with it. i'm very fond of wrestling shows that skew closer to being plays, they're something i want to dig further into when time allows.

athena vs hikaru shida (roh, april 5th)

while i enjoyed keeping up with mania weekend, having that much wrestling shoved into my brain in such a short time period meant that most of the matches have melted together in my memory. this one is one of the few that stand out. incredible work from two stellar performers. i don't like rewatching things often, but i'm due for a rewatch.

yamato vs mike santana (etu/dragongate, april 6th)

one of the other mania standouts for me. i don't have much to say about it—i don't think it's anything crazy—but it ended up really working for me

shunma katsumata vs hideki okatani (ddt, march 16th)

violent, emotional affair. thoroughly enjoyed the last-minute-high-school-production-of-tarzan levels of set dressing. i think shunma and okatani are kind of a golden combo—i so desperately wish that they could have a singles match without one of them getting injured. at least i'll always have the image of the plush snake wrapped in barbed wire

hub vs ryuya matsufusa (osaka pro, april 14th) and ryu fuda vs masaaki mochizuki (dragongate, march 6th)

i decided to fold these two together, seeing as they're both young guy vs veteran matches where i went in knowing little-to-nothing about said young guys (i only knew matsufusa by name beforehand and i believe fuda's been injured for most of my dragongate viewing) and came out caring a lot about them. while i can be a little take-it-or-leave-it about english commentary depending on the promotion, jae does an excellent job breaking down who fuda is, what his struggles have been, and how said struggles play into this particular matchup. good stuff. i went into the hub vs matsufusa match with almost no context and still enjoyed it, but digging around afterwards and learning a bit about matsufusa's history with hub and osaka pro as a whole really added to the whole experience. [guy who needs to cut down on how many promotions he watches voice] maybe i should watch more osaka pro

i'm pretty sure these posts are just me yelling into the void, but if you read this, let me know if there are any matches you particularly enjoyed from this spring! see you next month.

#statsposting

[smashwolfen]

hello i am so in awe that you have collected all the pokémon games (i finished my collection of 3ds ones a bit ago but i considered a lot of the other ones out of reach) and i was wondering how long it took? i know especially the older remakes are insane to get so i’m super curious

(This got incredibly long i'm so sorry for the wall of text my guy)

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Hello there! :D

Believe me, I still can't believe it myself that I managed to pull it off considering who I had to get ahold of! Been happy dancing to myself ever since I got the last game~

God it feels like it was longer ago honestly, but I only really began trying to finish the Pokemon collection just a year ago! Had to check back in my DMs with my buddy, but the day I began to seriously search for the rest of the authentic generations was May 5th 2023, the day I discovered my copy of Platinum was a repoduction, ya watch ONE video regarding reals vs. fakes and it all went down from there when I looked over the ones I owned already, luckily Platinum was the only one who was fake ;w;

I had passively over the years been picking up games as I went, but from that day last year til recently I looked where I could for the games I was missing, to be fair I had about half the collection to begin with just from growing up and finding ones out and about, I only needed to find the pair of whatever I owned already, besides gen 5.... since I somehow never played gen 5 growing up. Funny enough I didn't have to look too far, every single game I found had all been local! Facebook marketplace saved me big time I just had to wait and compare prices til I was happy with what I was willing to pay for! I scrutinized every single copy I got my hands on and triple checked everything before I was satisfied XD

The 3DS titles were very easy to get thankfully, and the same goes for you too good on ya for getting your 3DS ones! Hardest for sure were gens 3-5, specifically ALL of gen 5 they are the WORST to get since no one wants to sell them and they're required to be able to move anyone forward to the 3DS and then to the Switch! I think It'd be easier to list who I owned and who I hunted for in the year of the search.

So I owned:

Red, Blue, Yellow, Gold, Silver, Crystal, Leafgreen, Emerald, Diamond, Pearl, X, Alpha Sapphire, Moon, UltraSun, Sword, Violet and Arceus (some I had gotten as gifts growing up and others I had gotten through yardsaling and thrifting by chance as I grew up, Emerald was 70 at a yardsale!)

The ones I got from the year of the hunt:

Ruby, Sapphire, FireRed, Platinum, Heartgold, SoulSilver, Black, White, Black 2, White 2, Y, Omega Ruby, Sun, UltraMoon, Shield, Lets Go Pikachu, Lets Go Eevee (I DID own Eevee before but traded it in before the hunt) Scarlet, Brilliant Diamond, and Shining Pearl.

Now knowing who I had to get, we all know it costs a pretty penny, so I essentially sold things myself to fund the hunt, like my amiibos I didn't really need or want, a handful of random collectable things I picked up and kept over the years (notably a masterchief helmet from the legendary collection I got for free like 10 years ago lol) and some odds and ends I didn't need anymore and to declutter the home! I think out of my own pocket I only paid maybe 40 bucks total so I paid for everyone that way! It was all mostly luck finding everyone and keeping an eye on marketplace, and some of them I had gotten from folks I knew! Black and Black 2 actually came from one of my managers at work who sold them to me for insanely cheap, and Sapphire I got for free as I mentioned in the games post XD

If you do try to go for the complete collection, I say have a gameplan for how to pay and build that piggybank of funds, go for what you can afford! So if you see a game without a case thats usually better, you dont NEED a case or have a game CIB really, a bunch of mine dont have a case or box and I'm alright with that! Look locally at second hand stores, vintage ones, marketplace or any other local yardsale or fleamarket type thing you may have in your area, and I say this with caution, but if you HAVE to, you can consider ebay, but I strongly suggest not to when it comes to the games. I had originally tried to get a Brilliant Diamond copy from there and well, dude never sent it at all and got my money (ebay fully refunded me but that still bites). And finally get well versed in learning how to authenticate to the best of your abilities, 3DS and switch I don't think can be faked but everything else can be! I used this as my guide to figure out who was real and fake in my search and it worked very very well! Twas my bible of knowledge

End of the day it didn't take as long as one would think, but luck played a HUGE roll in this endeavor, I was smart with my money, and I was very very VERY stubborn and wanted them all XD

If you go for the complete collection like I did then I wish you the best of luck my friend! And thank you very much for the ask! It kinda got away from me while typing but yeah thats the story and process of how I got all the main series titles!

#long post #I still own faker platinum btw hes got a silver marker dot on his back so I dont mix them up on accident XD #and my gen 1-3 games have all but 2 of their batteries replaced too so I can play properly on them for a while longer #the end goal rn is to get my butt in gear and finish my heartgold file and then save that on my modded 3ds #then do one massive migration of pokemon to bring forward to the switch and eventually have a complete living dex with my trainers names #this also means potentially having completed pokedexes in one game per generation but thats for a really rainy day XD #and yes i also still have not completed gen 5 at all I keep forgetting to play black XD #thank you again for the ask I love answering them to the best of my abilities! XD #pokemon #pokemon collector #pokemon collection #pokemon generations #answered asks #asks #smashwolfen #smish pokemon #secret end tag the most expensive game was White 2 CIB at 230 CAN with Sun and Ultramoon bundled free with it #cheapest was sapphire free from bud he got from a puddle ages ago XD #randomnebula

[invisibleraven]

"It's December and you're eating ice-cream?" for Julie and any of her himbos. Plz and thank you

Julie stretched, sighing as she felt the kinks pop in her shoulder, scowling at the history paper that caused it. Too many hours slaving away over Charlemagne, but now it was done, triple proof read and saved so she could hand it in to grumpy old Mrs. Jenkins the following morning. Then the semester would be over and she could enjoy her winter break, finally.

She glanced at the clock and figured it was still the right side of midnight for a snack, creeping down the stairs and wondering if she wanted the fuss of making a grilled cheese or if a simple PB&J would suffice.

Only when she got to the kitchen she saw three familiar figures siting on the island, passing a pint of Chunky Monkey (Carlos's favourite, not hers) around, each with a sticky spoon in their grasp.

"Really guys?"

Alex, Luke, and Reggie all looked up a little guilty before jumping off the counter. "Julie!" they chorused.

"It's Decembe and you're eating ice cream?" she asked, hands on her hips, eyebrow arched in judgement.

"Hey, I'm happy enough we can eat again at all," Reggie said, scooping out another hunk of the frozen treat.

"You'd think we'd be put off eating given the whole dying of food poisoning thing, but nope!" Alex added, swiping the pint to dig out his own share, then passing it to Luke.

"Plus it's not like LA gets overly cold in December, so really any time of year is fit for ice cream," Luke concluded, draining the pint of the last of it's delicacy and tossing it into the garbage with a swish, fist pumping when it went in.

Julie rolled her eyes, and moved around them, gone were they days where she could walk through them. Sure they were still ghosts, but they were tangible now, and apparently, hungry after being denied for so long.

"Well you three are the ones explaining to Carlos where his favourite treat went when he comes looking for it after his game tomorrow," she replied, pulling out the bread and fixings for her sandwich.

"Aw, little dude won't mind," Reggie said, licking the sticky residue still lingering on his digits. "He loves us!"

"And Alex, aren't you lactose intolerant?" Julie asked.

The drummer shrugged, then paled as his stomach let out a loud gurgle. "Oh come on! I'm a ghost it shouldn't count!"

"There's Lact-Aid in the medicine cabinet," she called as Alex rushed off, wrinkling her nose at the thought of what dairy would do to his system.

"We'll replace Carlos' ice cream with some of our gig money boss, promise," Luke assured her, sending her that boyish smile of his and Julie let her annoyance melt.

"See that you do," she replied, hip checking him out of the way as she constructed her sandwich.

"Can I get one of those too?" Reggie asked, his best puppy dog eyes on display.

"Reggie you're allergic to peanuts!" Luke protested. "And I know for a fact you do not wanna go get your very expired EpiPen from Alex's fanny pack right now."

Reggie stuck his tongue out at Luke. "Julie's using sunflower butter!"

"Julie is also not making you a sandwich," she stated.

Reggie shrugged. "Fine, I'll make my own later."

Luke batted his eyes at her in an exaggerated fashion. "What about me boss? Do I get a sandwich?"

Julie rolled her eyes once more. "No. Maybe try that move on Reggie and he'll make you one. I'm taking this to my room and eating it before I hit the hay. It's a school night after all."

"Oh did you finish your paper after?" Reggie asked, opening the fridge once more, but merely to hand her the orange juice so she could pour herself a glass, receiving a nod in thanks.

"Finally," she replied. "Now it's just handing it in and a day full of teacher's putting in minimum effort until early dismissal."

"Then we can work on our new song!" Luke exclaimed.

"Or we could let Julie relax and have the girl's night she planned with Flynn," Julie piped up. "Saturday we'll do some song writing before our gig at the Toys for Tots drive."

Luke grumbled but nodded while Reggie bounced a little on his toes. "I can't wait! I've got my antlers ready and everything!"

"Dude, you know we don't have to dress up right?" Luke asked.

"Tis the season!" Reggie protested.

"You're Jewish!" Luke retorted back.

"Well yeah, but Chanukah is already over, and I celebrated the secular Christmas stuff with my dad's side of the family too," Reggie replied.

"Reggie you are more than welcome to dress up, I have a festive dress picked out, the other two Grinches can wear what they like," Julie assured him. "Now, I'm off to enjoy my snack, please keep the fridge raiding to a minimum, and one of you check on Alex in like five."

"Night Julie!" the boys chorused, and as Julie passed the bathroom she heard a weak echo of it from Alex.

Her guys might be weird, and a little self destructive Julie thought, but she loved them all the same and she couldn't wait to spend the holiday season with them-though she was gonna make sure to keep Alex far far away from the eggnog.

#filled prompts #ficlet #julie and the phantoms qpr #julie and the phantoms

[sydsaint]

LA Knight is back baby!!!

Summary: The reader is an ex-lover of Knight's from NXT that lost contact with him after the move to Smackdown. After Knight goes back to his old ways and drops his Max Dupri gimmick, he looks to get he reader back as well.

It's another busy night for the Smackdown roster. And you are busy working with the backstage crew, as always. You are having a conversation with one of the camera crew for the ramp when Triple H taps you on the shoulder.

"Sorry, I need to steal Y/N for a moment." He chuckles lightheartedly.

The crew member nods and you turn around to meet your bosses gaze. "Hunter, what can I do for you?" You ask him with a polite smile.

Usually you hate being interrupted when you're working backstage so close to the show. But Hunter is one of the few exceptions.

"Sorry to bother you while you're back here working, Y/N." Hunter quickly apologizes for the inconvenience. "I just figured that I'd give you a heads up."

"Heads up?" You reply. "About what?" You ask him.

Hunter hands you what looks like an official roster notice from his hand. An apologetic look plays on his face as he hands it over.

You gloss over the document briefly, lip curling up into a sneer. "So he finally decided to stop acting like an idiot then?" You hand the document back to Hunter with a blank face. "Good for him."

"Y/N..." Hunter replies. "He'll want to talk to you. You know that right?" He reminds you.

You nod, still keeping a composed look on your face. "Oh, I'm sure he will." You chuckle to yourself. "Don't worry about me, Hunter. I handled him in NXT, and I can handle him now." You assure him.

"Alright." Hunter nods, trusting your ability to handle yourself. "I'll let you get back to work then,"

You nod and Hunter walks off to take care of some more stuff before Smackdown goes live. You finish your conversation with the camera man and head backstage to check on a couple of more things.

Smackdown goes Live and you hang around backstage to make sure everything runs smoothly. Hunter gets caught up in a meeting with Rey Mysterio from RAW, so he leaves things to you while he's gone.

"Make sure that the camera's cut to a wide angle when Sami and Jey go out there later." You make a comment to the on-hand production crew. "Who's up next in the ring?" You glance down at the schedule sitting on the table next to you.

You read the name on the list and roll your eyes at it. LA Knight. 'Great.' You think to yourself. 'This egomaniac.'

You turn towards the live monitors that the crew are using and can hear Knight's music playing through the arena speakers. You watch him march out to the ring in his old red NXT gear, which happens to also be your favorite. Once upon a time, anyway.

That usual smug smirk is plastered on his handsome face as he walks out to the ring. 'Y/N, no!' You scold yourself when a couple of unsavory thoughts cross your mind. 'He's been ignoring you! It's his fault.' You remind yourself.

"God I hate him." You grit your teeth when after the match Knight does his little wink at the camera that he used to do just for you. Or so he claimed. "I'll be back in a moment."

You try and excuse yourself from the backstage area as Knight makes his way up the ramp. But he comes through the curtain and locks onto you instantly.

"Y/N, sweetheart! You ain't trying to sneak out on me, are you darlin'?" He calls out to you.

Reluctantly you come to a stop and turn back around to face your ex-lover. "I see that you got your old name back." You comment, setting a hand on your hip and a no-nonsense look onn your face.

"Awe, come on now, Y/N." Knight purrs at you with a sly grin. "We ain't gotta do all that. I know that you missed me."

You roll your eyes with a hearty scoff. "Pfft. Miss you? Not a chance." You claim. "You've been working Smackdown for what? Four months now? And I haven't heard a peep from you until tonight." You remind him.

Knight nods, silently admitting his transgressions towards you. "Yeah, but that don't mean that you haven't been on my mind though, sweetheart." He tilts his head to the side and steps towards you. "And I can only imagine all of the dirty thoughts that have been swimming around in that pretty little mind of yours."

You struggle to keep your face neutral as Knight twirls a strand of your hair in his hand. That irresistible and smug smirk is on his face as his hands snake down to your hips to pull you in.

"Come on doll, why don't you come on back to the locker room with me? For old times sake?" He suggests. "Let ol' LA Knight remind you why he's so great?" He stares down at you for a brief moment before winking at you.

"God, you are such an ass." You groan.

Knight chuckles, knowing that he's got you hooked again. "Yeah, but damn do you love it." He teases you..

"Fine!" You give in to your old desires. "But I am so done being nothing more than your late night booty call." You war him.

"Ask and you shall receive, gorgeous." Knight agrees and holds his hand out to you.

Knight takes a step back and turns towards the locker rooms. You hesitate for a moment, but step forward to follow him anyway. 'Fuck it' You think to yourself. 'Four months is enough of a break for me. Hunter and the show can wait.'

#wwe x reader #wwe fandom #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe #smackdown #la knight #max dupri #god he's so hot #love of my life

[novankenn]

Reluctant Hero?

= Sixteen = (Chapter List)

Jaune was well into his third beer of the night when he heard the door of the rooftop access squeak open. In response, Jaune just finished his beer, crushed the can and tossed it off the side of the roof. Snapping his fourth from the six-pack, he punched in the tab with his cybernetic thumb.

Jaune: Cheers to being pushed off the roof!

Jaune tipped his head back and started to down the can. It was only when he paused to take a breath that he noticed that on one side of him, Cardin had sat down, while on the other Nora had.

Jaune: (Slightly slurring his words) What the hell are the two of you doing here?

Nora: Checking on you.

Cardin: Nothing else to do.

Jaune: (Still slurring his words) Well do it somewhere else, and thanks for the offer of company, but I'd rather be alone.

Nora: Can I?

Jaune: Are you nineteen?

Nora: Seventeen.

Jaune: You?

Cardin: Be eighteen next month.

Jaune: Well, that's a hard no then, mes amis!

Nora: Then how...

Jaune: I'm nineteen... be twenty in a couple of weeks.

Cardin: You're nineteen?

Jaune: Are you trying to card me?

Cardin: No, just you don't look it.

Jaune: Whatever. Now if you'll excuse me, I have one more after this, and then I'm going to see if I can stand up without going off the edge.

Nora: What was all that out there?

Jaune: Oh, now we get to the real...

Cardin: Do you blame us? I had to cave in the head of a childhood friend today. What happened?

Jaune: The NecroNomicon happened, and before you ask... I'm nowhere near drunk enough to tell you about it.

Cardin looked at Jaune who was still coated in viscera and almost dry black goo, before casting a glance to Nora. Biting his lip, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a ziplock baggie.

Cardin: Would this help?

Nora: Why do you...

Cardin: It's Sky's, or was his. No sense of it going to waste, and I think we all need it after that... whatever it was.

Jaune: It was a clusterfuck shit show, that's what it was. (Belches and tosses another crushed can off the roof.) Pass them out, let's get baked.

Nora: How is this okay, but you wouldn't share your beer?

Jaune: Firstly, I'm not getting charged with providing alcohol to minors. Secondly, this is Cardin's shit, so if we get in trouble he's the dealer.

Cardin: Hey!

Jaune: It's just the facts, big guy.

/==/ 30 Minutes Later /==/

It didn't take much for Glynda Goodwitch to find the three wayward young adults. The laughter pinpointed their location after she deduced, from the beer cans littering the ground, that they were on the roof.

She wrinkled her nose at the smell, knowing distinctly what the three were partaking in. The door squeaked as she pushed it open, not that the three individuals noticed. She watched as the orange haired girl plucked the joint from the lips of the one she was positive was Jaune.

Nora: Gods, I am SO hungry right now!

Cardin: I know. I could really go for something to eat.

Jaune: I could go for some pancakes.

Nora: Oh, that sounds perfect.

Cardin: I'm game, but where do we get them? I think the cafeteria is closed by now.

Jaune: Vale. We get some in Vale.

Nora: Where though?

Jaune: There has to be...

Cardin: Who cares, where. The question is how?

Nora: How? How what?

Cardin: How do we get to Vale? I mean, the bullheads have to have stopped.

Glynda: Indeed they have.

Glynda reached out with her semblance, keeping the all three of the very high adults from falling off the roof as they scrambled to get to their feet. The last thing beacon needed after the disaster that initiation had become, was an alleged triple suicide, because three idiots fell off the roof after smoking up.

#rwby #ash vs evil dead #horror themed #jaune arc #deadites #deadite grimm #cardin winchester #nora valkyrie #glynda goodwitch

[onyxsboxes]

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!

Tagged by @sig-nifier and @darkimpala1897 thank you 🥰

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1. How many works do you have on ao3?

I've got 9

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

37,367

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Top gun and Masters of the Air

4. Top five fics by kudos

Wait, WHAT? - Clegan (Masters of the Air) 350 kudos

The secret list of very serious (and sober) 100th’s rules - gen and clegan (Masters of the Air) 232 kudos

Navy’s sad day - gen and icemav relation (Top gun) 207 kudos

Omg, they were switching - gen and icemav relation (Top gun) 120 kudos

100th founds out - Clegan (Masters of the Air) 108 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try, sometimes it can take a bit of time (a lot, even) but I try to answer each and every one of them. I'm trying to reply more quickly now

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

My Wingmen’s Daemons series and especially Navy's sad day (it's a bittersweet series)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I prefer happy endings, so all my mota fic. If I had to say just one, I'd pick The secret list of very serious (and sober) 100th’s rules because everyone lives and it's all just funny little thoughts.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't, people are very kind in their comments and they make my days everytime 🥰

9. Do you write smut?

No, but mota is also the first fandom where I've written characters who are affectionate towards each other (not counting family-ish relation), so one small step at a time. We never know what the future will bring.

10. Craziest crossover?

The only crossover I've written is a Top Gun x His Dark Materials one. And even then, it was mainly for one aspect only.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, one. Thank you to the lovely person who did it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, never

14. All time favorite ship?

That's a tough one. I've been in so many fandoms over the years that I have just as many, if not more, favorite ships. Generally, my favorites are those of the fandom I'm in at the time. So I'm going to say Clegan because MOTA has taken over my brain recently.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't know if this counts, but I have a Top Gun series that I started in 2022. I really hope to finish it, but I don't know when.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Based on people's feedback, I'd say it's fluff and humor.... (readers of my Top Gun fics might disagree though).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description, definitely description. I want to get on with the plot without describing enough what's going on. It's well-planned and full of images in my head, but I'm rushing things a bit.

English as a language, I check it, double-check it and triple-check it every time, but when I reread I always find mistakes and errors.

And write what I tell myself I'm going to write. That's also partly why I don't talk much about my wip until I have something on it. Otherwise, I don't have the motivation to write it anymore (it's so annoying guys, I want so much to share them with you but I have to restrain myself to be able to write them 🥺).

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I think it's nice when it stays in characters. It's even better if the author puts the translation after or at the bottom of the page.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

The first time I posted was for Top Gun, but I think back then I wrote for Warriors Cat or Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn too.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I'll opt for Wait, what? (and the whole werewolf!gale au) because I never thought I'd be able to do it. And that pushed me to dig deeper into this au. But I have a few wip's that might take that place later.

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It was fun to think about this questions.

Tagging @defnotanarc @alienoresimagines and @roseszirnheld if they want to do it 😊

#thanks for the tag! #love those ask games #ask game