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Experiments In Early Victorian Skincare: Unguentum Resinosum
(Note: since Tumblr seems to be making text posts deliberately inaccessible to anyone not logged into a Tumblr account, I'm still crossposting these posts to the Gallipot Project stand-alone blog over on Wordpress.)
This element of the project I stumbled upon while reading about Royal Navy medicine chests — even in all the excitement and anxiety of the recovery of Erebus and Terror, with plenty of discussion of the potential to glean information from what the crew left behind, it slipped my mind that among the relics recovered from the final Franklin expedition there might be actual medicaments (or at least their residues) left behind. My brain is a thick sludge right now due to a spicy range of events, but I wanted to give a little more detail about this chapter in my experiments.
Unguents Of Historical Significance
The original item that served as the springboard for this was a component of the Victory Point medicine chest recovered by Lt. William Hobson with the McClintock expedition of 1857. The medicine chest and its contents are now in the Royal Museums Greenwich collection. For more on the chest, I recommend this series of posts by S.L. over at 70 North Beset, which includes a wonderful guide to the chest’s cryptically-labeled contents and their uses.
The item we're discussing is by all appearances mislabeled, or rather stored in a repurposed container with a label indicating its previous contents. (If you've ever kept Band-Aids in an Altoids tin or safety pins in a medicine bottle, you're carrying on a proud tradition.) There's no image of the container by itself on the RMG's website, but I believe it's the round black container with the octagonal paper label on the bottom left here, just above the sticking-plaster box.
Image © National Maritime Museum, Greenwich, London
(so what the fuck is that supposed to be?)
Franklin expedition research frequent-flier Richard J. Cyriax’s “A Historic Medicine Chest”, published in the Canadian Medical Association Journal in 1947, describes the box and its contents as follows:
a circular metal box said on a label to contain ground ginger but actually containing what seems to be an ointment, now dried up almost into a ball. McClintock’s inventory mentions a box containing shrunk ointment, and no other article in the chest agrees with his description. The ointment is of a light yellow colour and possesses no definite odour; it may be “unguentum resinae”, which was very often used in surgical practice.
Okay, great, but wtf is unguentum resinae? I took this recipe from the 1830 Edinburgh New Dispensatory, compiled by Andrew Duncan, professor of materia medica at the University of Edinburgh.
Presto, salve plus resin.
So yeah, there are a lot of different salves in play in this era, some of them damn close in formulation. As much as I like making funky little unguents, making a full slate of these recipes might be overkill. This same text contains a whole mess of recipes for other liniments, ointments, cerates, and plasters, including a half-dozen variations on the theme of “some proportion of some kind of fat + some proportion of wax, white or yellow”. Duncan’s description continues on the next page:
THESE [presumably meaning the preceding recipes], which are varieties of the basilicon ointment, are commonly employed in dressings for digesting, cleansing, and incarnating wounds and ulcers.
(Basilicon ointments supposedly achieved this effect by, uh, causing pus production. Thanks, I hate it.)
Side note: If a salve is oil-based, how can it dry up, like the sample in the ginger container? This is how my dumb ass learned that oils can indeed evaporate over time. Presumably the inclement weather conditions at Victory Point didn’t help, but it’d be an interesting experiment for a long-haul-minded Franklin enthusiast to keep a tin of this stuff around over the course of years to see how it responds.
What is this salve for? Why carry it all the way to Victory Point? Why abandon it there? Honestly, I find these questions pretty confounding, starting with the first — the use of unguentum resinae appears to have been so wide and unremarkable that I’m not getting a lot of detailed information about how they were meant to be applied, and the information I am getting is very much framed like you (the presumed-medically-trained reader) should know this shit already. The recovered medicine chest also contains a stockpile of materials used for bandaging and dressing wounds: bandages, lint, sticking plasters, and cotton wool. So wound care definitely seems like a focus of this set, and I’d wager this salve’s use fits right into that mix. One interesting thing that both Cyriax and the writer over at 70 North Beset remark upon is that the Victory Point medicine chest is unlikely to have been a government article issued to the ships’ officially recognized medical personnel; even to my eye, it lacks any obvious broad-arrow branding. Was this some random officer’s personal supply? Was it carried to supplement official medicine chests or perhaps salvaged from a late officer’s belongings? I’m looking forward to more news from the wrecks to see if they shed any more light on the material culture of medicine aboard Erebus and Terror.
I encountered a source remarking that “unguentum resinae” was simply a drawing salve by another name — this assertion gave me pause since I’m used to “drawing salve” itself being another name for black salve, a whole category of corrosive salve used in bogus cancer cures that you should absolutely, absolutely not use on any part of your body. But drawing salves are a whole category of their own in folk medicine (including folk veterinary medicine) and were very much in use during the 19th century, without necessarily entailing the corrosive effect of sanguinarine and its eschariotic sisters.
In turn, what kind of salve did I make? I made two batches, one plant-based salve with more similarities to ceratum resinae, and one pork lard salve more closely replicating the Edinburgh formulation for unguentum resinae/resinosum. The recipe for either salve is pretty damn straightforward, so I didn’t feel driven to document all the double-boilering and pouring here; the only tricky element was sourcing my pine resin. Lots of people go out and wildcraft their own tree resins, which is fully possible but not something I have access to; I bought my resin from a Canadian retailer selling food-grade pine resin for wax wrap-making.
For my first non-lard rendition of this salve (sort of an “inspired by” version) I took cues regarding the proportions of liquid oil:butter:beeswax:resin from modern salving. Folk medicine practitioners still use similar pine resin salves as a topical treatment for minor wounds, an anti-inflammatory joint rub, or a reliever of chest congestion — it’s also a pretty basic emollient for dry skin and these are the uses I focus on when I make salves for myself/my loved ones, rather than dressing more serious wounds. If you tweak your ratios, you can also use the same basic elements to make reusable beeswax wraps for food storage; this is actually the stated purpose behind the pine rein I sourced, since I’d feel some qualms about using resin earmarked for specifically holistic purposes in my silly living history project.
For my second batch, I used the same resin and beeswax but paired them with a pork-derived lard. I put this round off at first due to hesitation around how to best source a non-hydrogenated rendered lard. Since concerns about shelf-stability were the motivation behind my first oil-based batch, I didn’t want to go about rendering my own pork fat au naturel or buy the $25/lb impossibly-bougie Epic lard aimed at keto/paleo people who have Whole Foods $$, but I also didn’t want to go with your Armour lard in a shelf-stable brick — I ended up tracking down a local butcher shop that renders their own.
Honestly this version came together even more smoothly than the previous version — I crushed my resin into smaller pieces rather than waiting for big old rocks to melt down, and the lard gave a more slick, less “tugging” consistency to the resulting balm. It doesn’t smell meaty or pork-like at all; there’s a faint odor of wood resin, but that’s it, and if I didn’t care for that it would be pretty easy to doctor up with essential oils. I will say that at room temperature the consistency seems a little firm for use in a plaster, but I might need to glob it on more generously and allow body heat to soften things up. A little bit of a raw deal for those dealing with polar weather extremes, but maybe unavoidable.
How would you make a natural preparation using approximately 1840s ingredients that remained soft and spreadable at colder temperatures? Honestly, I don’t know if this is something people planned for, since abandoning ship wasn’t anyone’s first choice, but it would have been relatively easy. Increasing the proportion of fats/oils to beeswax is one way to adapt any fat/wax recipe for colder weather use, but another option I can think of could be using fats/oils that solidify at lower temperature points. Some useful data there you probably know off the cuff — if you put olive oil in a cold fridge, it’ll solidify into a chunk; if you keep your coconut oil out at room temperature, you can tell the weather’s warming up when it goes fully liquid in the jar — but for better suggestions than that I had to resort to Modern Science.
I’m based in the US and use Fahrenheit most often but this is a pretty clear case where Celsius is superior. The Franklin expedition crews were dealing with outside temps of -40° and lower, and while interior temperatures (as long as the ships’ heating systems held out) weren’t nearly as nippy, they might well have been in the “your Costco coconut oil remains firm and opaque” range. If they wanted emulsified oil-based salves with maximum spreadability at ambient temperature, something runnier from the low end of the freeze/melt temp scale might have been handy.
[For a table listing different values here, head over to the blog!]
Not all of these are suitable for salvemaking (linseed oil, my old enemy) but castor oil is feasible, for instance. I might make up some compare-and-contrast salves to explore this but uhhhh not any time soon, because I already have so many fucking salves. The plant oil-based salves are up for sale on my Bigcartel site now -- would you be interested in buying a beef tallow-based salve? Speak up in the comments and let me know!
Overall I’m very pleased with the result of my salve-making, and the smaller or nonexistent amount of butter ingredients like cocoa butter should hopefully prevent the slight granularity that some of my other creations have developed in cooling. I like the tallow-based salve a little better and its emollient consistency is lovely.
How skin-safe is this product? The biggest issue is that pine resin is a well-known trigger for dermatological issues like contact dermatitis. If you know you’re allergic to it, please don’t make this recipe or buy salves containing it! You have way better options for wound care than a stranded Victorian sailor.
How vegan is this product? Well, not at all vegan, in either variation, due to the beeswax. I have gotten my hands on some vegan waxes, so sound off if you’d be interested in a purely plant-based version of this recipe too, or another exploration of Early Victorian receipts adapted to modern methods.
Meanwhile… I get to figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of this lard.
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Hey GP! I realize you've been getting a lot of questions about Bridget lately, but with people saying different things about the Japanese and English version I can't really make sense of it. If you could shed some light on Bridget's story I would very much appreciate it! (The short version is the bottom paragraph).
From the English wikis I've understood that Bridget had a good relationship with their parents, and that Bridget's bounty hunter quest/expression of masculinity was in part to help the family. Meaning that Bridget's male identity was adopted for the family and the English Strive dialogue suggests the Female identity being Bridget's own truth, own feelings about identity.
From Japanese claims I've taken it to mean more that Bridget was rebelling hard from the village/family with the male identity, which would make the Strive scenario a conundrum: what is trying to be resolved? Bridget's been identifying as a man for the entire franchise as people have pointed out. Why would a reinforcement of that be this prevalent in moving their character forward, when it wouldn't change anything about their relationship with the village/family and their own image from what is already established?
I'm sorry for the wall of text, but I really don't understand what the Canon story for Bridget is, the relationships with the family/village, and what is causing the support from Gold Lewis/Ky and winds of change suggested in Strive. Would coming out as an otokonoko (which she might already be from my understanding) really cause this much indecision? Is it maybe more an abandonment of the family altogether, or something else entirely lost on me?
Thanks for taking your time to read this, I hope you have a good day!
This is exactly why I call this a retcon… inconsistent information.
In the original story, Bridget was raised with a Twin Brother in a family and village that considered Twins to be an Omen of Misfortune.
And so they made the decision to raise Bridget (for most of his childhood) as a girl.
Bridget was accepting of this for a time, but knowing the truth and not wishing to spark controversy with the people in the village if they ever found out is what caused him to run from home.
In other words, irregardless of his female-raised identity, he was still a male biologically, and if anyone found out, it would have had deep repercussions in the culture of his village.
Bridget's goal in becoming a bounty hunter (and becoming more masculine) was two-fold:
Prove that a Male Twin was not an Omen of Misfortune (by bringing in bounty money to support the village).
Prove to others that he was a capable male (regardless of how he was raised in the past).
Goldlewis isn't the only person to mistake Bridget's gender on-appearance… Johnny, Axl Low, Zappa, and even Slayer at one point made the same mistake, and in previous stories, it actually "visibly" frustrated Bridget to have to correct them so many times about his male gender.
That was how he was represented in previous games. Right down to the Mars symbol.
Six years have passed in Guilty Gear's timeline… but MORE than six years have passed since Bridget first appeared in GGXX back in 2002 (20 years).
A lot has changed, including the writing and authors…
Ishiwatari and Akira Katano are now the authors at the helm, compared to GGXX stories, which Ishiwatari wasn't entirely responsible for.
Does that create a RETCON AND INCONSISTENCY? YES INDEED.
Does that mean we have to acknowledge it? That's up to your personal interpretation (as Ishiwatari intended in the change in Bridget's design and story routes).
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Fanfic Progress Update 166
Happy Saturday, this week even on the correct day! :D Stay tuned for a sneak-peek for How to care for your doctor at the bottom of this post!
Current WIPs:
How to care for your doctor
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse
Summary: Taking care of Doctor Robotnik is literally Stone’s fulltime job, but sometimes it requires more creative thinking than usual. What’s a little bribery, threats and potentially blackmail between a doctor and his assistant if it means healthier life choises?
Progress: Chapter 2 was posted on 22th of February. The third chapter is halfway written and will be posted on 29th of February, assuming I get it done on time - but since these are short chapters, it shouldn't be a problem. Chapter 4 hasn’t been started yet. The fic will be six 1k-ish word chapters.
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Labor with a side of lattes
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse
Summary:
“Wanted: a yesman who is capable of operating an espresso machine, has at least a higher IQ than your average amoeba, and is willing to put work before having a personal life, or indeed a life, period. The extra in your pathetic paycheck is good, but the strain in your psyche will make up for the positives. Forfeit your basic human rights and apply today if this sounds like you."
Maybe it said something about Agent Stone - and probably not good things - that the poster in the cafeteria’s pin board piqued his interest more than any of his official assignments had for a good long while.
Dr. Robotnik, huh?
Progress: This one will be part one of a two-parter longfic, the first part probably… 10-ish chapters? It’s a bit hard to estimate at this point, so the number is subject to change - will probably end up being increased tbh. My weekly writing hour (as in, a specific hour when I sit down and write, no excuses [other than not being home]) is devoted to this fic.
I have the first five chapters done. Chapter 6 is almost done now.
I also have two halfway written chapters that don’t yet know their exact placement within the fic (they’re scenes that will be slotted in to wherever they feel natural, once the fic is ready for them.)
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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to Someday™:
PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)
DC Drabbles (Justice League)
Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)
Rolling with it (Zelda: BotW)
Hah, our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest! (Hazbin Hotel)
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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into How to care for your doctor (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!
To be fair, sometimes the bad life choices weren’t directly the doctor’s fault. Sometimes it just happened that the local weather forecast said one thing, but the higher ups moved the presentation to another city on the same day and the weather was drastically different than anticipated there.
Say, conversely, that the weather at the headquarters was sunny and warm, but the new location a couple of hours north was cloudy, windy, and unreasonably cold.
The only bright side was that it wasn’t raining anything. Stone was very careful to not voice the thought out loud or even think it too loudly.
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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!
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vague winstuk drama maybe they don't interact for like months until coincidentally running into each other at a bar they've both been to together before and having that face-to-face reunion, maybe helpfully for them & the world mpc no longer exists at this point
like maybe winston just reflexively, not really particularly misguidedly, would refuse any contact from anyone connected to mpc outside official channels (and even then), like even tuk, entirely plausible that they're not at this point like decidedly, with plenty of history of mutual reassurance / clear emergent evidence, so Close that winston could even muster an exception for tuk, even if he'd consider a text or buzz at the door or w/e else from him At All vs much less so from anyone else. plus obvious added reason to [avoid everyone / reject any reaching out] of like just knowing probably everyone's further laughing at you, and by and large they probably are, and that even if they aren't, still having to feel like it, having every reason to assume the worst when Everyone was like That to him even at the supposed Best....adding to some Loath To Interact W/Any Of Them At All, even if some people have obviously always been nicer, and those people are tuk and maybe kind of ben. still graced w/as much as / more than any former quanternary employee's ever been shitted on on their way out. and like yeah maybe winston could and still would immediately connect w/tuk outside of being coworkers like yeah let's hang out please i would be especially glad for something like that....but in this case let's say he couldn't or doesn't
and on tuk's side maybe he is also again like not exactly feeling like they're already close enough that he should Definitely press, should Definitely be trying to kick down the door like hey bestie i Know nothing is right with the world if i can't talk w/you or visit b/c you're not responding to some still fairly distant channels of communication....and maybe he's just also nervous like at all aware everyone wanted to devour winston at the bottom of the food chain / that that happened, and uncomfortably aware he's immediately adjacent to that kind of treatment, and what protects him is likewise like [being ignored at best] with the help Sometimes of shielding from like one ally, but then also like a patronizing kind of pity to make stomping on him not worth it / also unsupportive support that isn't anyone really accepting him as is but rather organic aba like "well you could & should try being more Correct tuk, not as much of a loser as you are rn, and Then people might be more decent to you"....the awareness that being friendly to winston was indeed another thing that was Less correct
but then anyways they run into each other in-person like oh hey 😳 simply finding it easy to get along again immediately anyways. simply being like yeah did miss you and wish we'd kept interacting but also you do know how it is (they do) and can just step back into being actually genuinely friendly and supportive and understanding and sympathetic Now and not need to then be Immediately so much closer but again have the chance for it, and/or just maintaining [i do want to keep spending time with you] indefinitely. the rare peers alliances, theirs could never flourish at work so let's share nests outside of it finally
#and like ofc when i say ''they're not so close they'd both feel like [oh guaranteed we'd Talk About This''#i don't mean they then can't have like kissed; hung out / talked; had mutual moral support; figuratively/literally slept together#though now it's like jotted that down thanks maybe winston's shyer about literally sleeping with people then....#potentially adding to [first Accidental sleepover] scenarios indeed perhaps ft. tuk#winston billions#just everyone getting nervous + winston having every cause to just be as on edge / safer than sorry towards Everyone/Everything there....#and of course also just mutually not knowing how to deal with it. not having Experience not just dealing with it on your own#which means even themselves invalidating their own feelings presumably & just moving ahead anyways b/c the world goes on#winstuk#and/or like sure tuk just comes over while winston is lying on the floor like haha hi yeah & nobody goes for Talking About Things#goes for ''despite all that we can still just hang out & actually enjoy each other's company / interacting w/each other''
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Like That
Pairing: Rio x Black!Reader
Summary: You and Rio get to know each other better. Loosely based on ‘Like That’ by Doja Cat.
Warnings: Smut.
Word Count: 3.5K
Installments: Say So | Like That | Talk Dirty
And baby, I want it, and I'll just be honest
'Cause I just can't front when I look at you
About six weeks have passed since Rio declared himself your man, and you quickly learned he took the title very seriously.
He was busier than usual with ‘flipping his game,’ and you were busy preparing to transition your shop, but you saw each other often despite time constraints. You agreed date nights at least once a week were a must, but when you couldn’t see each other, Rio made sure to end nights with a phone call. Virtually falling asleep next to him gave you butterflies, reminding you just how exciting new relationships could be. It took prodding, but he told you made-up bedtime stories and the boring details of his day. In return, you shared things about yourself— childhood memories, the crazy things your mom did to embarrass you. He was sweet and attentive, and you found it refreshing to be with someone who was just as infatuated with you.
On your second date, he took you to his favorite restaurant, a fancy sushi place with expensive rolls. He taught you to hold chopsticks the wrong way the way he did and even fed you across the small table, a couple of unfortunate rolls falling apart due to his prodding. You tried your best to hide your amusement at the pensive look on his face. For whatever reason, Rio thought of himself as a sushi connoisseur, but it was clear to you that he was still learning.
“You’re no better than me!” He admonished when he noticed the way you held your chopsticks. Like his technique, it was incorrect, but it worked for you— sort of. “I never said I was.” You couldn’t keep the amusement off your face any longer. “You’re the one who comes here weekly. I thought you were a professional, and we’re in the same boat.” He folded his arms on top of the table as he insisted you were wrong, but secretly he found your teasing endearing. Later that night, he called and gave you a cheesy line about loving to see you smile.
The following week, you had lunch at a mom-and-pop soul food restaurant that served the best cornbread and peach cobbler in the city. The owners, an adorable older couple, Donna and Gene, and servers alike stopped by your table to meet Rio. Donna gushed over Rio, showering him with compliments and extra cornbread. “Girl, he is cute!” She told you, failing miserably at whispering. He smirked as you rolled your eyes, but he handled the attention well, being friendly and personable even when Gene kept going on and on about changes to the menu, one chef to another.
A few days later, he called you up randomly and asked you to get ready and ride with him somewhere. “What should I wear?” You asked, hoping for a hint. You could hear him smile as he said, “It doesn’t even matter, ma. You always look good.” The occasion had turned out to be ‘Foodtruck Friday.’ Barbecue, kebab, taco, ice cream, and other miscellaneous food trucks were parked in a spacious lot in Downtown Detroit. You settled at a picnic table and shared several plates of food as you discussed the possibility of your own mobile ‘Mad Batter’ shop somewhere down the line. It got you thinking about the future.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?” You asked the dreaded question in between bites of a colorful Korean fusion taco. He stiffened as he considered the answer. “What is this, a job interview?” Sometimes you saw peeks of bossman Rio rather than the Christopher Castillo you were getting to know. It happened seemingly out of nowhere when you asked questions he felt were invasive.
You looked up from the panko-fried shrimp, red cabbage, shredded carrots, and tasty orange sauce wrapped up in a flour tortilla with a frown. You had two choices: respond in the way he had or make light of the situation. So, you said, “Kinda. You’re auditioning for a spot on my roster, so...”
He stopped chewing the half-eaten dumpling and swallowed hard. “That’s not funny.”
“You better start taking the interviewing part of the audition more seriously then.” You wiped your fingers on a napkin, and he gathered your hand in his own, wearing a look you couldn’t decipher. “You got it, ma.”
You played a game of mini-golf at the local arcade. Rio stood tall behind you, holding you by your hips as he corrected your stance. You purposefully arched your back, brushing against him just slightly. “Like this?” You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster, but his eyes were glued to your ass. “Yeah, just like that.” He answered in a low tone without looking up. You giggled as you took your swing, adding a wiggle for his benefit. You pretended to care about the ball as it glided across the bright green tarp towards the hole. “How was that?” You chirped, looking down the lane.
“I can’t even lie. I don’t care about the game right now. I just wanna watch you.” Your aim was terrible, and the ball never went in the hole without several attempts, but he insisted you finish playing the course. You teased him about it for days after despite his claim that he actually enjoyed the game because it was one of Marcus’ favorites.
“Stop lying! You just wanted an excuse to openly watch my ass.”
“Why you always gotta call me out?”
You shopped a cozy health and wellness store with hundreds of cool little trinkets for sale. Neither of you had been there before, so you took your time exploring, stealing unexpected kisses from the other. Rio took full advantage of the size of the store, pulling you by the hand and holding you close to his side.
He frowned at the large collection of shiny crystals. “A rock, really? What does anybody need with a rock?”
“It’s not a rock!” You hissed, head whipping around as you hoped the owner didn’t hear him.
“What is it then? It looks like a rock to me.” He picked one up, turning it over in his hands.
“It’s a crystal!”
“What’s the difference?”
“It has healing properties...” Rio snorted but strung his arm across your shoulder and listened intently as you read the info cards to him. When it was all said and done, he bought an aventurine stone to apologize to the owner for prosperity, well-being, and good luck.
The next day, he disappeared with no warning. You had been worried sick until Mick let you know he was busy handling something. It would have only taken a minute to tell you that, so you were (understandably) pissed. He showed up at the shop several days later like nothing had ever happened. “What’s up, mama?” The greeting that usually melted you grated on your nerves. All of your feelings about the situation bubbled up to the surface. It was hard to find the right words— you were still getting to know each other, so how mad could you be? At the same time, how little did he think of you to not say anything? Finally, you settled on, “I can’t do the disappearing act.”
Rio wasn’t used to answering to anyone, not even his child’s mother, about his whereabouts, but he put his palms up in surrender when he saw the serious expression you wore.
“You’re right, mama. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again.”
And it hadn’t.
But knowing ahead of time only made it a tiny bit easier, especially when he didn’t have a set return date. You were going on day seven (the longest you had gone without seeing him since you started dating) when he called to say he made it home and wanted to see you. Your heavy heart swelled with relief. You missed him way more than you probably should have, so you insisted on a night in at your place, wanting him to feel relaxed and at home instead of on guard somewhere public.
It had been a long six weeks without sex while he romanced you with delicious food and beautiful words. It wasn’t an easy task, but you knew as soon as sex was thrown in the mix, you would be done for, either destined to be his or ruined by him. It was a scary thought, but distance had indeed made the heart grow fonder, and you cared about him enough to take a chance.
He was set to arrive within the hour, but you were still unsure of what to wear, frantically rummaging through the dresser for something cute and comfortable. You let out a frustrated groan when your phone started to ring, thinking Rio might have come early, but when you look down at your phone, you see your best friend’s name and face. You swipe quickly, accepting the FaceTime call. “Hey, girl!”
“Hey, stranger!” You pick up the phone, so you can look at her. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” She replies with just as much sass. “I haven’t talked to you in what— two weeks?”
“We talk—���
“—text.”
“Okay, fine. Text. We text every day. What are you talking about?”
“That’s not the same.” She insists even as you remind her of the ridiculous amount of time you spend trading memes and food pictures with her.
“Anyway, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to wear between this, this, or this.” You move the camera around, showing her the different options. A black-and-white tank and short set with ‘Being cute is not a crime’ in a cute font. A fuzzy grey sweatsuit set with hearts, or a simple cream hoodie with matching shorts.
“Um, what’s the occasion?” You giggle at the look on her face, knowing she thinks none of the above are appropriate for wearing outside of the house.
“Movie night in.”
“You need help picking an outfit for movie night with yourself?” Her face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait, is it movie night with yourself?” You try to be casual about it, shrugging your shoulders in response. As usual, she sees through your bullshit and goes straight into an interrogation. “Oh, bitch. You been holding out on me!” She asks you five questions in a row without stopping to breathe before settling on one. “Who?”
You gnaw on your bottom lip. “...Rio.”
“Rio?” She frowns. “Like the guy we work for, Rio? With the eyebrows and the neck tattoo, Rio?”
“Yes, that Rio.”
“Wow.” You wince but decide it’s best to get it over with. “What? I know you, so I know there’s more where that came from.”
“I don’t know what to say! From what I can tell, he’s a decent dude, I guess, but you know what he does. You definitely know what we do for him! You don’t think that could be a problem?”
“It’s messy, for sure, and I can admit that, but I’ve been thinking about getting out anyway...” She nods. “Then, I guess there’s nothing else for me to say about that. You’re both grown, and you know what you’re doing.” She was your best friend, which meant she’d always give her honest opinion, but wouldn’t berate you about your choices. Just like that, you return to your regular discussion topics, everything from warehouse gossip (yes, even in the business of crime, there’s a rumor mill) to new music releases. Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed, and Rio was calling your phone. You promised to call her more often before hanging up.
You sing your ‘hello’ into the phone, hoping Rio can’t detect the shakiness in your voice as you clumsily pull on your bottoms.
“Hey, mama. You about ready? I know you’re sensitive about your space and all that.” He was referring to the fact that he had never been past the doorway of your home. Your home was your sacred place, so you were extra careful about who came in and what energy they brought. It was always nerve-wracking to let somebody into the space that you cherished so much.
“Yeah.” He picks up on the hesitancy in your voice. “Are you sure?” You nod your head as if he can see you before telling him yes with a giggle. “Alright, well, I’m outside. Can I come in?” You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. “Yeah, I’ll come unlock the door.” He whispers his thanks, and you take a moment to force yourself to relax. When you meet him at the door, you do so with an open mind and heart, taking in his appearance with a goofy grin on your face. As usual, he’s dressed in all black, wearing a well-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s casual but still so high quality and attractive.
“Hi.” You breathe out like a dork when you realize you’re staring. It helps that he seems just as mesmerized, stepping forward to envelop you in a tight, warm hug. He sways you from side to side before pulling back, his hands resting heavily on the top of your ass. He settles for a quick peck on the lips because he has something to say. “You’re as pretty as ever, darlin’.” He says earnestly, shaking his head as he steps back to look you over once more.
“Kiss me again.” His hands cup your ass as you devour each other in the open doorway. You forget your surroundings. “Damn, ma. Can I at least get inside before you jump my bones? I don’t mind giving your neighbors a show if that’s your thing, but…” You turn to hide your embarrassment, leaving him to close the door behind you as you gesture around the room as if you’re in an episode of MTV Cribs. “... here’s the living room. The kitchen’s through the arch. The bathroom’s over there...” He follows you with his red as you point.
“And the bedroom?”
You snort. “The tour stops here for now. Sit down.” Your tone leaves no room for argument. He settles into the soft couch while you grab the snack tray from the kitchen. Homemade popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and dried fruit gummies are on the menu.
“All this for me?” His arms snake around your waist so that you can curl up into his side. “What we watching?” You grab the remote. “I saw a trailer this week that caught my attention. I’ll play it for you.” He didn’t care what you watched as long as he got to be close to you, so it didn’t take long for you to get the movie started. He stole glances at you when his knuckles brushed against your bare knees under the blanket. You’re embarrassed at how wet the small action makes you, so you stretch out across the couch and place your bare feet in his lap, silently planning your revenge. The movie may as well not be playing because you couldn’t be less interested in the plot as you lightly stroke him through his sweatpants with the balls of your feet.
“Ma...” He warns, watching you in the low lighting. He’s come to learn you like to tease, but he doesn’t think he can take it, not tonight. “Hmm?” You hum innocently, loving the strained look on your face. He doesn’t move even as you sit up on your haunches and kiss him. It’s slow and long in the best way. He pulls you to sit in his lap. His hands roam your body as you grind down onto him, relishing in the feeling of the soft skin on your tummy. He sighs into your mouth as one hand finds your bare breasts.
He pulls away to talk shit. “No bra? You just knew I was gonna put out, huh?” He pushes the cotton material up so he can see you properly. “Perfect.” He murmurs into your skin. You let him kiss and lick and suck on your nipples until the pressure you feel below is too much to handle. You’re a quivering mess when he finally helps you pull the cotton material up and over your head. It lands on top of the television behind you, but neither of you notice.
You nudge him until he removes his own shirt, and then he lifts his hips to help you when you begin tugging on his sweats. They puddle at his feet while you spread your legs wide, desperate to get your hands on him. “I could cry right now.” You admit honestly when you finally see him, biting your lip. He arches a brow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, darlin’?” His hips jerk when you take him into your hands, the cold temperature surprising him.
“It’s definitely a good thing.” You whisper excitedly, staring with wonder as he hardens in your hands. He barks out a laugh, stunned by your ability to make him laugh, even with his dick in your hands. “That’s really nice, ma. I feel real special.” Your eyes meet, and silent promises of all the filthy things you’re going to do to each other are exchanged. “You should. I’m about to change your life.” He throbs in your hands, loving that you find small ways to challenge him.
“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He wraps his arms around you in preparation to get up, but you stop him with a shake of your head. “I don’t wanna.”
“No? What you wanna do then?”
You answer him by slipping to your knees. You spit on his dick, stroking him up and down slowly. He watches you closely as you lower your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip. It takes a lot of restraint, but he lets you do your thing, slowly working him deeper into your throat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on lasting, but he can’t turn his ears off, the obscene smacks painting a vivid picture for him. When you swipe your tongue across his balls, he moves to stop you, grabbing your shoulders. Fire dances in your eyes as you realize you got him where you want him. “I don’t wanna.” You repeat.
“You are a brat.”
You release him with a pop. “The biggest.” You admit, swallowing him once more. He groans, thinking he can’t believe you’re the same sweet girl who bakes in a frilly pink apron and begs him to tell her bedtime stories.
“I want you to fuck me now.” He stops you before you can bend over the couch. “Slow down. I want you on your back, darlin.”
You throw his earlier words back at him. “That’s nice. I feel really special.”
“You should.” He mocks you, instructing you to hold your legs wide. He wastes no time licking and sucking you as enthusiastically as you had done him. “You’re so pretty. I could eat this pretty pussy forever.” He compliments as you squirm in his hold. “You’d let me, huh?” You shake your head frantically. “No! You’d drive..me crazy!” Payback is a mother, especially when Rio’s the one dishing it out. “Wait, wait—“You whimper, clawing at his shoulders.
“What?” He cajoles. He almost wants to laugh at the distressed look on your face. “I want you.” You pout, trying to sweet-talk him.
“You have me.”
“Not like this. Inside.”
“Yeah? You sure?”
“Mhm.” You swallow, watching as he fumbles around with his pants searching for a condom. He opens the golden foil packet with expert fingers, positioning himself in between your spread legs. “You don’t have any pointers for me now?” He drags his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his way further. Teasing. You shake your head. “No. Just fuck me.”
“That ain’t polite. You gotta say please, mama.” You scowled, but he didn’t budge. “Please.” You pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster, sighing as he gave in. You cursed at the stretch, him at the way you squeezed him. “You feel…” He couldn’t find the words, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to gain some composure. You caressed the back of his neck sweetly. “You feel good too, baby.”
His hips stuttered forward, and you gasped as he worked himself deeper. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your nails embedding themselves into the soft skin.
“Yes!” You squeal.
“Like that?” He grits out, struggling to keep his rhythm.
“Yes, just like that!” You cry, moaning as he pounds up into you. His lips find yours again, and it’s bliss. Then before you can stop yourself, you’re calling him Daddy like it’s his given name. He groans into your sweaty neck like he’s in pain.
“You’re so nasty.” Overwhelmed and breathless, you whine your protest, “You’re nasty. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His eyes shift to where you’re connected. You’re creaming all over him and leaking down onto the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care about anything other than coming. You do just that, mewling as you make an even bigger mess between your legs. He whispers filthy things into your ear as he finishes, grunting at the way you seem to be sucking him in even deeper.
“That was—“
“—unreal.”
“Yeah.”
Neither of you can bring yourself to move. Your sweat-covered skin sticks together. You swipe your hand against your forehead while he pants.
“I wanted to ride you at least once tonight, but after that, I’ll be lucky to make it to bed.”
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Demetri X Reader *SMUT*
Warnings: Smut, talking about smut that leads up to smut!
Intoxicate Me
Your best ability was getting along with everyone, you even got along with Tory and that's saying a lot. You weren't overly popular but you getting along with everyone pretty much made you well known in school.
Your boyfriend, Demetri definitely was not the easiest to get along with. Yeah he was nice, but he could talk way to much and over complicate things.
He could also tend to over smart people, which from the bully's point of view they hate. It was as normal as any other day for you, school being the first.
You didn't dislike school but sometimes it could be annoying and Demetri would help you get through the day. Ever since Eli, Demetri's best friend joined Cobra Kai and became Hawk; Demetri only really had you around and he intended to keep that, but sometimes he did get very insecure.
Like today, you noticed how Demetri was acting towards you. He was very distant and if he said anything to you it was just a mumble of words or something. It honestly made you feel hurt, you knew there had to be a reason for his behavior because nobody does something for nothing.
It was now your last class, which you had with Demetri. You walked in the room, your eyes immediately landing on Demetri. Your seat was right beside him, you hesitated at first but then decided you could not; not sit with your adorable boyfriend.
It wasn't unusual to see Demetri here before most other students, I mean the teacher wasn't even in yet. I checked the clock and giggled at the fact that he was indeed 15 minutes early.
Demetri looked up at the familiar sound, you slowly walk over to the seat next to him; allowing him to have time to tell you if he didn't want you to sit beside him. He never spoke, just kept his eyes on you following your every move.
"Hey, early bird" You joke, trying to enlighten the mood.
A small forced small makes his way across his lips, making you internally frown. "Demetri.... I don't want to sound pushy, but what's wrong?" You ask worried.
He sighs "I don't want to talk about it right now" He discards.
You nod your head, understandingly "okay... well hey um you can come over to my house; after school- and we can maybe watch Harry Potter?" You question, trying to stir the tension.
He just simply nods his head a yes before slouching in his seat, you doing the same as you both wait for the teacher to arrive first.
Throughout the course of the class, you couldn't focus on what the teacher was saying. You were to busy focused on your boyfriend and taking side glances at him. Some were admiring glances, some were worried glances, and some were- not so innocent glances and thoughts.
Though one thing you were thankful for was that the class only lasted for 45 minutes and that time passed by in a flash. Soon the bell rung, kids scrambled to grab there belongings and rushed out of school; tired.
You however waited with Demetri while he gently put everything neatly in his bag. Purposely rummaging in your back pack for; nothing.
You got up and walked in-front of Demetri's desk after he zipped up his back pack you took it and slung it around your shoulder, holding your hand out for him to take.
It was a couple seconds before he took your hand, those couple seconds he stood staring at your hand debating on if he should take it.
Finally he decided, and slipped his hand in yours intertwining your hands together. You both walked to your car, Demetri texted his mom minutes previously that he was staying the night at yours which she agreed to.
You say both your back packs in the back seat of your car as Demetri got in the passenger side and you cranked up your car.
Not going to lie, the ride was awkward. Usually you both would talk about Harry Potter until you both got to your house. Instead Demetri sat his arm on the door and rested his head on top.
You didn't want to push anything so you stayed silent until you reached your house. You decided to leave your backpacks in the car since you'll both just go to school tomorrow and it would be easier access.
You walk into your house, leading Demetri in the kitchen to grab a bunch of snacks for your Harry Potter marathon. You both walked in your room and you placed the snacks on your bedside table and turned to Demetri who stood there awkwardly.
You place your hands in your back pocket; a nervous habit you found yourself doing as you slowly walked in-front of Demetri grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed.
He sat criss-cross-apple sauce next to you as you did the same, getting comfortable, you moved to sit in front of him. Both your legs touching "will you talk to me? Please" You beg softly.
"I just feel like you could do better than... than this!" He says making hand gestures down his body.
You furrow your eyebrows "what do you mean?" You ask genuinely confused, because to you he was beautiful.
"My Physics is not the best looking, not the strongest! I'm not in Cobra Kai, and I certainly don't have abs! I'm not as strong and I'm a loser!- But you, you are beautiful and I don't understand why you're with me!" Demetri starts pouring out his heart, almost breaking down.
"Demetri... no, no, no baby. Don't think like that-" You start to say before he interrupts you.
"How can I not? When I'm nothing but a- lizard-" He starts before shaking his head "-uh sorry wrong animal" he says as you giggle placing your hands on his cheeks, straddling his waist.
"Demetri please don't think like that, you are perfect for me. You're my person and you're very much handsome" You praise as his breathing catches in his throat.
The closeness and how you were rubbing up against him was not helping "but I'm n-not as experienced" He says gulping.
You furrow your eyebrows confused at first until he speaks up "Come on Y/n, what do you call a nun in a wheelchair... Virgin Mobile that's what I am" he says seriously before squinting his eyes at his own joke in confusion.
You couldn't help but giggle at that dumb yet corny joke you have never heard before. None the less you run your finger over the bottom of his lip "that makes you even more perfect for me" You say almost seductively, as you came back down from your fit of giggles.
Demetri's eyes widen at that comment "are- are you? Have you done-?" He questions being careful with his words, trying to forget about that awful joke.
You sigh "I have, once though. So no I'm not a virgin" You mumble.
He gulps "o-oh um would you want to be Mobile-ness?" Demetri asks, cranking up another joke.
You smirk almost, as another small giggle leave your lips "yes, but only if and when you're ready" you state, rubbing his jawbone.
"Are you- do you just want me for sex?" He mumbles now becoming serious, causing you to raise your brows.
"What?- of course not Dem, I- I love you" You admit.
"I love you too, Y/n" He smiles softly.
"I'm ready, I want to loose it to you Y/n" He admits truthfully.
"Are you sure?" You question, making sure he's 100% ready.
He nods his head, and looks away bashfully "I'm just- I'm just afraid I won't please you that's all" Demetri comments.
You smile "How about I take the lead, and once you feel comfortable you can go as hard as you want on me?" You ask.
A not so small blush covers his cheeks as he nods his head "okay" He agrees.
You push him back gently on your bed, his head hitting the pillow gently. You run your hands over his chest admiring his soft skin. You lean down and press small kisses on his neck, searching for his sweet spot.
You place a kiss above his jawline behind his ear causing him to whimper you smirk as you knew you found his weakness.
You tug on the bottom of his green shirt that says 'I'm silently correcting your grammar' asking for permission to which he nods as he lifts up allowing you to pull the shirt off his body.
You grind your hips against his now harden cock causing him to whimper at the amount of friction. "You're so perfect" You mumble into his skin as you place kisses anywhere you can reach, marking him as yours.
You run your hands down his chest until you get to his pants, crawling downwards you place kisses as you become eye to eye with his bulge in his pants.
"Can I?" You question softly.
Demetri nods eagerly as his eyes become glossy from the amount of pleasure he's already receiving. Unzipping his jeans you pull his pants down, discarding them on the floor.
Before you pull down his boxers you tug at the hem of the fabric, wanting to make extra sure he was ready. "Yes Y/n, please" He begs, as he starts to pant.
You pull his boxers down, causing his hard on to slap against his abdomen. Slipping his boxers all the way off completely you throw them in the pile with his clothes.
Not wanting him to be the only one naked, you slip off your pants throwing them in the floor along with your shirt; and bra.
Demetri's eyes widen as he scans over your beautiful features, you smile bashfully as you get back on your knees and take his cock in your hands causing him to moan.
You pepper little kisses around the tip of his cock, you decided to stop teasing and slowly pump his cock now kitty licking the tip.
"Oh my..." He gasps as you finally take his hard cock in his mouth, stroking what you couldn't fit.
You move your hands to his hips and push his hips up into your mouth, causing him to moan and arch his back as he grabs ahold of your hair.
"Oh Y/n I'm think- I'm-" He starts but he doesn't get to finishes as he cums down your throat with a whimper, you prepared for him to cum faster since it was his first time so you pulled up at the right moment as you sucked his tip swallowing his cum.
After he comes down from his high while you peck the tip of his cock "perfect" you mumble as you do so causing Demetri to swoon.
By then Demetri was so intoxicated by you that he pulled you up and flipped you over pushing your back into the sheets as his hands wandered any place he could touch except the one place you wanted him to touch the most.
You moan as he takes your nipple in his mouth sucking and licking all the right places on your chest, creating marks; his marks.
He peppers kisses all down until he gets to your hips, he tugs on the hem of your underwear looking up at you for consent to which you nod becoming hot and heavy.
He waists no time in pulling them off, spreading your thighs and admiring everything about your beauty.
"You are so beautiful" Demetri says placing a kiss on your nub.
You moan as you arch into him, begging for more physically to which he caves and places his lips around your clit sucking and licking. He was eager to taste you and he definitely loved every bit of it as he pressed his mouth farther on your clit swirling his tongue in circles on your clit and sucking gently.
You bring your hand down to his brown locks and run your fingers through it, only tugging when he would speed up his pace on licking and nibbling on your clit which felt all to good.
"Oh Demetri..." You moan, finally giving him what he wants as he slips two fingers into your heated core getting you ready for him.
"I- cu-" you start to say but before you could you cum arching your back as he gets you off.
He comes up from beneath your thighs, lips dripping with your cum as he sucks his fingers off licking all around his lips tasting you "you taste amazing" he hums as a blush appears on his face, though he hovers over you placing a gently kiss to your lips.
He places the tip of his yet again harden cock at your entrance "May I?" He asks looking in your eyes for any discomfort, you nod your head yes.
He slowly slips his cock into you, stopping once he stuffs you full of every inch of him mostly to calm him down before he would cum already.
After adjusting to his size you roll your hips against his letting him know you were even more ready for him. He slowly moved in and out of your pussy giving him time to adjust to his movements.
Adjusting himself, he sits up on his knees and lift your thighs up slowly building up the pace causing you to moan gently with every hard or fast thrust.
You already found yourself about to cum which didn’t help when Demetri started rubbing your clit with his thumb causing you to whimper as the pleasure starts to burn but in the best way possible.
"Oh my... Demetri~" You whimper as you run your hands up against his chest as he speeds up his pace causing his cock to hit your sweet spot inside you causing you to moan louder.
Another side to Demetri starts to tear through that he didn’t knew he had "so that’s where it is?" He smirks as he purposely rams his cock into you hitting your sweet spot dead on causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.
"You make me feel so good D-" you praise as the rope in your stomach starts to burn, with one final thrust he hits your sweet spot again causing you both to cum together. Your juices mixing together overfilling as they start to spill out of you.
Demetri whimpers as he starts to ride out both of your highs, he slowly pulls out and lays down breathless as do you.
"Wow that was-"
"Amazing..." Demetri interrupts as he starts catching his breath.
"You’re so perfect to me Demetri" You reply causing him to blush.
"As are you my love"
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i just want to be the one you love
warnings: alcohol, idk what else really
a/n: i dunno why wrote what I wrote, but it is what it is because it's been on my mind for a while and it might be terrible, so I apologize. maybe I'll continue this if yall like it.
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You hoped that you were going to stay single for the rest of your life. You moved away from friends and family to start living independently.
That morning, you were busy making cookies to introduce yourself to your new neighbor that just moved in. Your beautiful hair tied into a loose bun, a simple white apron caressing and hugging your curves over a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, black heels clicking all over your beige tiled kitchen floor as you took a sip of Rosè from your wine glass.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You glanced at the oven and breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't on as you looked down at the almost finished cookie dough in the stainless steel bowl.
"I'm coming!" You yelled, walking over to the door and pulling it open. "How may I-" You stopped yourself, looking your new neighbor up and down.
"Does a gorgeous woman like you have some things I can borrow?" His voice was like honey, complemented by his slicked-back black hair and glowing brown eyes. "I forgot to buy them last night."
Your eyes were focused on the tight-fitting tank top he had on, his muscular arms and toned legs so much, you bit your bottom lip. Goddamn was he fine.
"Ma'am?" Your neighbor waved his hands in front of your face. "Are you okay?"
You came back to reality, realizing where your eyes were looking at before looking at him. "A-Ah, yes, I'm sorry!"
You quickly stepped to the side, letting him in as you shut the door.
"You live alone?"
"Yes. What about you?" You walked back over to the kitchen.
He followed, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "I have a girlfriend."
"Did she move in with you?" You began placing the cookie dough on the greased baking pan.
He chuckled. "She did. Hardworking woman. Doesn't take shit from no one. Maybe I could introduce you to her."
"Oh no, no, no. I possibly cant-"
"I insist. You both would so get along." He pulled out his phone, texting his girlfriend for a bit while you carefully put the cookies in the oven at 350 degrees. "She's coming over once she gets off."
"What's her job?" You cleaned off your hands, grabbing a bottle of water for your guest.
"Works at a women's clothing store."
"Oh nice."
"Anyway-" His phone began to ring, cutting your conversation short. "It's my boss. It was so nice to meet you!" He gave you one last smile, letting himself out of your apartment. You briskly walked over to the door, carefully locking it before getting back to your cookies.
8:00 at night.
You were sitting on your plush white couch, eyes glued to your phone as your TV was just on for background noise. Suddenly, a knock on the door grabbed your attention.
"I'm coming!" You set your phone down, walk over and open the door to find a woman in a black lacy crop top, blue gym shorts, and black heels, holding a few shopping bags with a Michael Kors purse slung over her shoulder. "Yes?"
"I heard you met my boyfriend." Seductive red eyes, tantalizing red lips, long jet black hair, and red acrylics completed her look.
"You must be his girlfriend, right?"
"Indeed. May I come in?"
You let her in, locking the door. "What can I get for you to drink?"
"Red wine." She set her bags down on the floor and her purse on the glass coffee table as she took a seat on the couch.
You walked behind your couch, rolling out your minibar and pouring you and her a glass of wine. "He seems like a sweet person."
She quickly snatched the glass of wine, downing the entire glass. "Oh honey, I don't even think sweet is the correct word to use here." Her eyes glanced in your general direction.
"Um...did I say something wrong?" You took your seat next to her, calmly sipping your wine.
"Not really. I may be his girlfriend but I'm only his girlfriend for a good reason."
"And that reason being?"
"I want his money. I could care less about him or his family."
"I mean...you don't like his family?" You put your half-finished glass down, a puzzled look on your face.
"Never have, never will." She set her glass of wine down. "I assume he told you that I work at a women's clothing store?"
You nodded before watching her get up, pick up her shopping bags, and walked into your bedroom. "H-Hey, what are you-?"
"This secret stays between the two of us." She pulled you into the bedroom, locking the door.
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Second Stroke: Art Direction Runners-Up
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Our runners-up this week are @grornt, @helloijustreadyourpost, and @horsecrash.
@grornt — Vein Connoisseur
Yeah, that’s pretty darn excellent mechanically. I think this was the closest pick to a winner, and I also think there are some changes I would have liked to see to make this card perfect. Let’s start with the good, though, because there’s a lot of it! It’s aggressive, it’s...frighteningly strong and unique mechanically, and it feels Innistrad-y to the max. I think it’s about time that Alara and I talk about my favorite plane, honestly, because there’s a close call to be made between the two. Whenever you sacrifice, add R... Wow. I want to see this played. I say this way too much, but when I get that innate urge to see a card in action, when I want to slam it on the table in the archetype, that’s a sign that you’ve done something not only correct, but stellar.
The first change I would have liked to see would’ve been some camera work and some mood. Where is the neonate in relationship to the bodies? I’m picturing a dramatic angle, but it’s hard to understand exactly what you were visualizing here. That’s a minor me-issue, as there tends to be, but I think a little bit of specificity could have helped. With the flavor text, it’s good enough and makes the nobility contrasted with the savage art direction stand out. If I’d been in the workshop, I would have perhaps suggested a quote about a “fine vintage,” something slightly shorter/snappier, and on a totally unrelated aesthetic note I would have suggested chopping the top/bottom in the MSE Mainframe in order to separate it from the bottom a little more. Super minor changes, so DW about it too much. I’m mostly just now catching up to the fact that “spending only to cast certain spells” is the perfect tie-in with someone being a snob about their blood. Ha! Bloody brilliant.
@helloijustreadyourpost — Infamous Pickpocket
I don’t want to say that this card is trying too hard, because it’s still doing a lot right and it made me smirk. In my opinion, there’s a little too much flavor text to be as snappy as the art direction. My main criticism is that the wordiness in conjunction with the name doesn’t emphasize the strengths of the art/mechanic combo that’s carrying this card. Replacing the word “pickpocket” with “thief” or “scoundrel” or “burglar” would have added that spice; the aural qualities of the word “pickpocket” are best not reiterated. I feel like I’m explaining this a little, uh... Academically? It’s a word that takes up a lotta bandwidth in the brain-mouth and does enough in the name not to be used in the text.
Man I talked too much about that, but no matter, because it’s time for me to fawn a little over this card now. The ogre! I’m picturing him muscular because reasons. And I can see the humor in this card for sure. Is it Ravnican? Capennan? Don’t matter—it could be Fioran for all I care, and it’s flexible enough to be hilarious in all the city-esque melting pots of the world. “I’m gonna pick your pocket” is exactly what this card wants to do. A 3/3 for 4 with potential card advantage and some combat complexity is just plain hot! I think that either this was a conscious effort to do some amazing common design, or you’ve absorbed enough to fall into it, because as a draft player this card makes me just want to gush. If there’s ever an IF best-of set that uses commons and whatnot, I want this in there, because it’s just so simple but it says so much about the game. I’m not sure if I need to be as impressed as I am but I am regardless.
@horsecrash — Grandiose Reunion
I feel like you poked a massive hole in this contest. Quite frankly, I don’t enjoy this card. I like it a lot, but I don’t enjoy it. Mechanically? Stellar, if a bend. Name? Raises questions and piques interest. Flavor text? Sure, I can totally dig it. The art direction. I look at it and I picture it and I’m realizing just how much this is terribly terribly right. Norn is indeed white, Vorinclex is indeed green, and there’s nothing necessarily wrong about this card being a Phyrexian powerhouse in the world and some kind of story spotlight or whatever. But it feels wrong. Why? Because it breaks preconceived notions.
Nuance is a b-word when it comes to talking about this kind of card. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this card whatsoever. And yet, green and white going together like this with this art has a quality that’s deliberately unsettling and no matter how much I say that it feels XYZ way there’s nothing objectively I can point to and say that it’s actually a break or a badness. Phyrexia was fairly popular for this contest, and yeah, it makes sense, because they’re a weirdly diverse range of antagonists that can make the holy seem profane, the natural seem regressive, the dutiful macabre. There’s the rub. I think that... Oh, huh. I think that if I had to make a critique, it would be that this contest was about emotional expectations that contrast without clashing. Subverted expectations leading to resonance is one thing, and this card causes discord. Is it bad? No. Is it wrong? Certainly not. I’d play it for sure. I think that I’m cowed by the discord, honestly, and you know what, props to you for making me realizing just how much this contest could be interpreted in different ways.
Commentary will be done this evening once I finish pie-making.
— @abelzumi
#mtg#magic the gathering#custom magic card#runners up#art direction contest#commentary#inventor's fair
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Not a Minute More: Part I
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings; Rating: Minor angst at the end; General
Premise: Ethan and MC are living in a honeymoon bliss and going about their normal routine. Then something happens that rocks Ethan to his core and threatens to change his life.
Author’s Note: New series comin' at ya! This is my first time writing fluff, so please excuse me if it's cringey 😅 Thank you to @choiceskatie for pre-reading!! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖
~ Monday, 7:00am ~
“Good morning, handsome.”
Serena walks up to an omelette-making Ethan, wraps her arms around his waist, and places a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade.
Ethan places one hand over hers, a smile spreading across his face, while the other wields a spatula.
He plates the omelette, turns the stove off, and turns in Serena’s arms to face her. He tightly envelops her, placing a sweet kiss on her lips.
“Good morning, indeed,” he smiles.
“Mmm, that’s my line,” she says, her hands moving leisurely up his bare chest, and her eyes trailing hungrily over his gym-honed physique.
Ethan lets out a hearty chuckle, turning slightly to grab their breakfast.
“As much as I’d love to take you back to bed," he gives her a quick peck, "you have a big day ahead of you, so,” he hands her a plate, “actual protein.”
“Buzzkill,” Serena pouts as she takes the ham, cheese, and veggie omelette from him. Ethan shakes his head in amusement and places one hand on her lower back to guide her towards the dining room table.
“For now, but in 10 hours…” he raises an eyebrow and smirks at her.
“10 hours and not a minute more,” she responds, sitting down, and giving him a stern look.
He laughs again. Something he’s been doing a lot more of since she came into his life. “Yes, baby.”
That seems to please Serena as she smiles and does a little wiggle in her chair, cutting into her omelette.
His apartment overlooks the glittering Charles River and the towering Boston skyline — a view people would kill for. But he’s not paying attention. His eyes are trained on the woman next to him. His t-shirt falls to her mid-thighs, her midnight hair tied at the nape of her neck, and the dainty gold necklace she never takes off is brilliant in the early morning glow. Serena shifts slightly and the faint smell of sunscreen wafts towards him.
“SPF on the face is important!” He grins at the memory.
She spends most of her time at Ethan's place nowadays. It's more private, compared to her shared apartment, and there's more space for them to sprawl out and be a couple. They cook dinner together, with Ethan learning to make her favorite dishes and incessantly asking her to taste test to ensure he gets the flavor right. They've made loading the dishwasher and walking Jenner into a two person job. He's even caught her stashing away some of his clothes in her overnight bag before: "I'm borrowing them!"
On the off nights when she insists on staying at her place to catch up on laundry or spend time with her friends, Ethan goes home to a dark and unwelcoming apartment. There is no source of laughter, light, or warmth. He never noticed it before, but now, Serena is his source of all of that, and more. Home is wherever she is.
How did I get so lucky?
“Why aren’t you eating?” Her head is tilted to the side and her brows are slightly furrowed.
Her question brings him out of his trance. He stares at her for a beat, his azure eyes filled with adoration. “Just admiring the view.”
Serena rolls her eyes and goes to playfully smack his arm, but he catches it. Interlaces their fingers and brings it to his lips. Her eyes soften as they gaze at each other.
“I could get used to mornings like this, you know," he rumbles.
"Yeah?"
He nods his head. "Yeah. I love spending them with you."
"The feeling is mutual, Dr. Ramsey." She leans in, stopping a hair's breadth away from his lips. "But I gotta get ready for my big day now," she says with a glint in her eye.
Ethan tries, and fails, to catch her lips with his own as she leans away and gets up from the table. "You're such a tease."
"Am I? Or are you just getting slow in your old age?" She playfully retorts.
Ethan stands abruptly from the table, chasing after her. Serena squeals in surprise and takes off towards the ensuite.
~ 7:40am ~
Ethan is leaning against the doorframe, arms and feet crossed, admiring Serena as she applies the finishing touches to her makeup.
"How many times are you going to stare at me today?" Serena questions.
He pushes off the doorframe and walks over to her. "As many times as you'll allow Rookie."
He hugs her waist. "Are you ready for today?"
Serena sighs and leans back into him. "I'm a little nervous. If testing doesn't go well today, we'll have to start from scratch. All our work, gone."
For the past few months, Serena has been consulting on a classified research project headed by scientists and engineers at Harvard University. The team was incredibly impressed with her capabilities, shown in saving Dr. Banerji's life and being the 2nd youngest member of the renowned Edenbrook Diagnostics Team, and liked that she provided a younger perspective. They brought her on and Ethan makes the 15 minute detour to drop her off three times a week.
"You all are ready. It will go great."
She locks eyes with him in the mirror. "Thank you, E."
~ 8:15am ~
Ethan puts the car in park, turns on his hazards, and turns to look at her.
"I can't wait to hear all about how today was an absolute success. You don't need it, but good luck." He squeezes her hand.
She nods. "Only 8 hours and 45 minutes left."
"And not a minute more," he smiles at her before leaning in to kiss her.
Ethan pulls away first, not wanting her to be late, but Serena continues to go back in for more soft kisses. After the sixth one, she finally pulls away smiling. She opens the car door, swings her legs out, and walks through the secured entrance.
~ 11:00am ~
The Diagnostics Team currently has no patients, so Ethan's morning is mundane, filled with meetings and endless paperwork. He itches to call Serena to break up the monotony, but knows she won't have her phone on her until lunch: no cell phones allowed in the lab. He settles on sending her a quick text — it'll be waiting for her. He pulls up their messaging thread, sends the text, and his eyes wander upward to see the remnants of their last conversation.
She had gotten, and dressed, Jenner in a new bow tie. She then blew up Ethan's phone with photos of Jenner, photos of her and Jenner, and even a few where she was wearing one of Ethan's bow ties to match.
"Look, we're twins!!"
Ethan re-scrolls through all of the photos and can't help the smile that lights up his face at how excited she gets about a small accessory for his dog. God, I love her.
There it is again, Ethan thinks. The 3 words and 8 letters that he never thought he'd feel, let alone want to voice. This feeling has become overwhelming in the past few weeks. He's reminded of it whenever he inhales the lingering scent of her perfume in the office, when he finds one of her forgotten face products at his place, the small moments they share when she sneaks away to visit him, "just because." It consumes him and makes his heart swell.
But he knows she's been extremely stressed with project duties, on top of handling the Diagnostics Team and regular patients. It just doesn't seem right to blurt it out when she's juggling so many things. But if all goes well, her portion of the project ends on Thursday and she'll be back to her normal workload. That's why he's been secretly making romantic plans for this weekend, not only to celebrate her success, but to also finally tell her how he feels. He wants the first time he utters those words to her to be special. Magical. Extraordinary. Just like her.
Just then, his pager beeps and he's pulled out of his second Serena trance of the day. He sets his phone down on the table, pulls out his pager, and is met with a message from Dr. Delarosa, asking for a consult. Just as he exits through the door, his phone lights up with a photo of Serena and her incoming call.
~ 2:15pm ~
The consultation with Ines turned into admitting the patient under the Diagnostics Team and the rest of the afternoon was spent running through possible diagnoses. Before he knew it, it had been over 3 hours and Ethan hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. He can't help but think how much easier this case would be with Serena here and her perspective. Not only does her presence help keep him calm, but she always comes up with suggestions that would inevitably lead to the correct diagnosis. He throws his glasses on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
He begins to stand, wanting to make his way to his desk, intending to call Serena on the off chance she picks up. However, before he's even able to reach his full height, Dr. Banerji walks in.
"My boy, are you busy?"
"No. Am I needed somewhere?"
Naveen looks at him for a beat too long, causing Ethan's confusion to spike. Naveen walks to the center table and switches on the TV. There, panning around the screen is an aerial view of the Harvard University lab complex, surrounded by police cars and SWAT members, as well as multiple aircraft. In bold letters, scrolling endlessly across the bottom of the screen is: Possible attack at Harvard University labs. On lockdown.
Ethan gawks at the screen with wide eyes and his pulse immediately picks up.
"Isn't Serena at Harvard labs today?"
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Disclaimer: I know Ethan starts his day and gets to the hospital at an ungodly hour, but let's ignore that bc I am my MC is not a morning person 😅
#ethan ramsey#ethan x mc#ethan ramsey x mc#playchoices#ethan ramsey fanfiction#ethan ramsey fic#ethan ramsey open heart#choices open heart#open heart#open heart fic#choices stories you play
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Playing House - Part 12
“I got the high score on your game, and now, I’m going to get the high score on your girl.”
Hvitserk x f!Reader, Ubbe x f!Reader
Words: 6336
It’s here, the frat bro pornfest! No new warnings for this installment, we’ve got the standard rough sex, D/s dynamics, and gratuitous use of “dude” and “bro.” Also the disaster above the text is what you get when I make my own covers.
Catch up: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17
“Like,” you furrow your brow, trying to catch up, “with a stopwatch?”
“Yeah,” Ubbe answers. “You squeeze me when you’re starting to come, and I’ll hit the button. Then I turn it off when you can breathe again.”
You lick your lips. “And whoever can give me the longest orgasm is the winner?”
“Oh yeah.” Hvitserk squeezes your thighs, making you jump just a little as his fingers press into the bottom of your bruising ass.
“That’s ridiculous,” you say, but you don’t sound like you mean it.
His fingertips slide deeper under the edge of your shorts, playing with the flesh left tender by Ubbe’s spanking. “Hey, if you don’t want to play my nice game, I can try one of your mean ones . . .”
“I didn’t say that,” you rush to correct, although it certainly turns you on even more when Hvitserk digs his fingers right into your sore cheeks, until you writhe and hiss above him. “Who starts?”
Hvitserk switches back to nice touches, palming your ass in hearty handfuls. His brow cocks, and he turns to Ubbe. “Home field advantage, bro. You go first.”
Ubbe reaches around your shoulders and, with a playful growl, pulls you bodily off his brother. He tucks your back in against his front, so you’re still facing Hvitserk, now seated on the center cushion of the couch between them. Ubbe’s hands come up around your body, curling possessively over your breasts as he mouths at your neck just below your ear. Home field advantage, indeed. He already knows exactly what you like, and you feel like you’re already halfway there just from all the lust pervading the room.
Ubbe pops the clasp of your bra, freeing your tits for Hvitserk’s eyes. And his own hands. After he tosses your bra he’s scooping them up from underneath, presenting them toward his brother, squeezing and teasing your nipples rather than covering them up until Hvitserk looks like he might start drooling from the show.
“I thought we decided I’d get top half first,” he finally says, leaning in toward you.
“Just warming her up,” Ubbe purrs against your neck, then releases your breasts and pushes you softly forward. “Here you go.”
Hvitserk catches you in a kiss as you lean into him, deceptively sweet before he palms both your breasts. Ubbe’s fingers tickle at the backs of your thighs, and then he’s stripping you, pushing shorts and panties together down your hips. So much for showing off that matching set. You get up on your hands and knees to help it happen.
Naked between both of them now. You have to stop kissing Hvitserk to let Ubbe get you into the position he wants from you. Hvitserk keeps helping himself to your tits as you end up with your back propped up against him, the rest of your body laying along the couch so Ubbe can get his face in between your legs.
You’ve said it before; Ubbe loves eating pussy. You’ve never had it so good from anyone. Unless Hvitserk has acquired some sort of unfathomable, god-like secrets of the female body, you don’t know how he’s going to possibly outdo his older brother. Ubbe already knows exactly what you like. He kisses along your body before nestling between your thighs, then opens you up boldly with his tongue. He closes in on your favorite spot with the steady confidence of a master, his hot tongue starting broad but never failing to hit you squarely at just the right angle with every pass.
This may be a competition, but Hvitserk is not being stingy with his assistance. His hands continue to play with your nipples, almost idly, like he absolutely can’t help himself. And the raspy way he’s breathing in your ear while he toys with your body – he’s making Ubbe’s job too easy. Caught between the two of them like this, your breath starts hitching almost before you’ve really had a chance to settle in and enjoy this crazy scenario.
“You’re close,” Hvitserk says.
“Uh huh,” you reply. It comes out throaty little sexpot voice.
Ubbe growls with pride, the vibration of it against your clit ratcheting you up yet another notch closer to release.
Hvitserk’s hands leave your breasts. One digs in his pocket, producing his phone so, just as they had said, he can open a stopwatch app. That alone should be killing the mood, but then Ubbe presses his fingers inside you and you realize there really is no going back for you. Nothing is too juvenile, or ridiculous, when the Lothbrok boys are the ones asking you for it.
Long, cool fingers wrap around your own. Hvitserk is holding your hand. “Squeeze me when you start coming,” he rasps in your ear. You can hear the excitement behind his instructional tone. This is so fucked-up, and they both love it.
Ubbe goes in for his grand finale. He finds that perfect angle, from both inside and out now, and works you relentlessly.
“Ooooh…” your moaning starts, and just as that wave of pleasure crests you clench your fingers around Hvitserk’s hand.
You hold your breath. The orgasm rocks you hard, your naked body writhing against Hvitserk’s chest, your cheek rubbing into his t-shirt and you hope you’re not going to drool on him. You had been a little worried that knowing your orgasm would be timed might be too much pressure, might make it slip away as soon as it’s crested like you’ve experienced in less-than-ideal situations before, but Ubbe is too good for that, this situation is apparently too hot for that, and you’re sure that clock is running even longer than you ever expected as the pleasure spirals in wave after wave through your core underneath Ubbe’s relentless tongue.
You suck in one gasping breath and then hold it again, somewhere in the middle there. You keep it in even after the ecstasy begins to fade, and maintain your death grip on Hvitserk’s hand. Hvitty’s a cool guy, but Ubbe’s your guy, right? One of them, at least. It’s easy to follow the urge to cheat the clock a little on his behalf. Exaggerate the results by a few more heartbeats. He deserves it. And it feels good to pick him over someone else for once.
Finally you slump, going limp in Hvitserk’s arms except for a few twitches as Ubbe finishes up with one last swipe of his tongue. He embraces your thighs, nestling in against one leg and gasping a little himself.
“Twenty-two seconds,” Hvitserk reads, “very nice, bro.”
Ubbe nips at your thigh, with affection. “She’s amazing.”
Four hands move across your body, enhancing your afterglow. Ubbe makes his way down your legs as Hvitserk sets his phone to the side and runs his palms up your flanks.
Coming as hard as that might make a girl sleepy, but under the movement of those hands you feel electrified, like every one of your nerve endings has been turned on now, and the possibilities for pleasure are only just beginning.
Ubbe comes up to his knees between your legs, leaning forward and scooping you up with a hand in your hair to meet his insistent kiss. You sit up between them, enjoying the slight soreness of your spanked ass rubbing bare against the couch cushion, and savor Hvitserk’s hands as they caress down your back to your hips. “Time to switch,” you ask between Ubbe’s kisses, “or will there be an interlude?”
Ubbe makes an interested sound as your hands run down to his crotch. As you expected, he’s rock hard and swelling into your touch.
“When we’re alone,” you croon, “you’re usually making me return a favor like that almost immediately.”
Ubbe responds by pushing your head firmly downwards.
One of the best parts about being a sub is that you’re not responsible for managing anything about a scene. Nothing but your own hard limits, of course. But something simple like this, deciding whether this is okay, or if Hvitserk will find this too rude or feel left out . . . that’s not your job to consider. Ubbe’s forcing your face down to his crotch and that’s the only thing that has to be in your world right now.
He sighs as you open up his jeans, releasing the pressure that had to be quite restrictive for him all this time. Neither of the boys have taken off a stitch of clothing, you realize, and here you are fully naked on your hands and knees between them.
Ubbe reaches in and pulls his erection out through the fly of his boxer briefs. Does It count as him getting a little more naked, if he’s immediately pulling your mouth over to swallow it up?
You always kind of think about channeling your inner snake when sucking Ubbe off, as you just about unhinge your jaw to fit that slab of meat he’s packing into your mouth. It’s worth it for the sounds he makes, though. This time he’s holding himself back, probably trying to look tough with his brother present, but his guttural grunts and muttered curses when you swirl your tongue just right are close enough to the full show. He keeps his hand on the back of your neck, too, not exactly controlling your movements but certainly keeping you on-task down there.
As your head came down to meet Ubbe’s cock, your hindquarters rose. Hvitserk is certainly getting an eyeful of your ass and whatever he can glimpse of your pussy between your bare thighs, with your knees only slightly spread for balance up on the couch cushion. It takes him longer than you expect to reach out and start exploring what’s on offer with his fingertips.
He starts low on your thighs, tracing up toward your naughty bits lightly. You arch your back a little more, encouraging him. His fingernails graze over the widest part of your ass.
The longer it takes him to come close to your pussy, the more you’re silently begging him to. You’re working your mouth up and down over Ubbe’s cock, relishing your lover’s taste and scent, sure, but you’re also quite distracted by thoughts of what Hvitserk’s looking at and what he’s going to do next.
When his thumb finally slides down to the edge of your pussy lips you moan, loudly, the sound made even more pornographic by the way Ubbe’s choking cock distorts it. Perhaps Hvitserk understands it as encouragement, because his thumb keeps sliding, up and down, in a confident delineation of the edges of your sex. You moan some more. It’s actually quite fun to hear the ways the sounds come out in garbled and staccato bursts as Ubbe’s hand urges your mouth faster and deeper.
“Fuck, keep making those sounds,” Ubbe says.
Hvitserk does his part, continuing to tease your cunt, not doing anything very specific or intense, just exploring and tantalizing and waking everything up all over again. He finds your clit and bats at it just a little, then spirals away again to swirl his fingertip at your very entrance.
“Fuck, this pussy,” Hvitserk groans through his teeth. “I want to fuck it so bad.”
You arch your back even more, almost trying to force yourself over his fingers as you continue on fastidiously with the job in front of you.
Ubbe speaks for you. “Go ahead, dude. I think there’s still condoms in the drawer.”
Hvitserk’s pressure increases, just a little bit. “Not yet.” He traps your clit between his fingers and pinches. “Still gotta win that contest. I need to keep my head in the game. I get off now, I lose my edge.”
You can’t fucking take it. You slide up off Ubbe’s cock with a popping sound so you can plead with Hvitserk. “Just a little, then? Just fuck it a little.” He’s making you too fucking crazy to keep quiet. “I want you, Hvitserk.”
“Honey, you think I can get in this cute little pussy of yours and stop myself before I blow? No one’s that strong.”
“Speaking of blowing . . .” Ubbe’s coaxing your mouth back over his dick before you can answer, using your scalp to hold you steady as he starts to fuck up into your face. Your aroused little moans turn helpless around the rough thrusting of his cock, while Hvitserk gifts you with a fraction of what you want by pressing one blessed finger inside.
“Swallow it all,” Ubbe tells you, his voice gone breathy and thin. “Don’t spill a drop.”
You fuck yourself back over Hvitserk’s long finger as Ubbe’s pace increases, spurring himself on to blast his seed into the back of your throat. Swallowing is certainly the easiest way to make sure you don’t choke.
He shudders inside your mouth, holding you close while he pants and decides he’s really done. You savor the last moments of Ubbe’s cock in your mouth. Hvitserk slowed down when your body stopped rocking, but never really stopped: in, out. In, out. That finger keeps sliding, to remind you. Ubbe’s done, but you’re not. Not. Even. Close.
When Ubbe finally releases your face, you suck him clean as you pull back and then lift your head. You hold the rest of your body still, unwilling to interrupt Hvitserk’s steady rhythm inside you. Ubbe wraps his hand under your chin, guiding you to look up at him.
His eyes are sleepy around the edges, but still sparkling. You watch them track quickly over your face. “You’re up, Hvitserk,” he says, amused. “She looks ready.”
Unfortunately, this makes Hvitserk stop fingering you. You turn towards him with a whine.
He meets your eyes and smirks. “Definitely ready. Lay down.”
You spread yourself along the couch as Hvitserk slides down off it, guiding your legs to open where he can easily reach you from his knees on the floor. Your head doesn’t fit in Ubbe’s lap from this position; you’re lying flat on your back across the middle of the couch, with your face next to his hip. He reaches down and cups your cheek, dragging his thumb idly over your skin.
It feels a little more vulnerable, to be laid out like this. Which enhances the thrill of knowing that a man you barely know is between your spread legs, staring at your most intimate places. Hvitserk lets his hot breath steam over your wet and needy entrance, building the anticipation. Hands caress the insides of your thighs, then his thumb starts sliding in to open you up.
You can feel how wet you’ve become from the ease with which he parts your inner lips. You moan and arch as Hvitserk drags that moisture up to lubricate your clit, letting him draw easy circles around the sensitive button.
When he leans in to replace his thumb with his mouth, it’s gentle, almost a kiss. Then he sucks on your clit and your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” Ubbe mutters. He leans forward and scoops up both your breasts with his hands. “I’m going to get hard again already.”
A nervous giggle slips out as you ponder how you might get caught in an endless cycle of cocks after this. If watching you with one is only going to keep turning the other one on again. Perhaps you’re fortunate that Ubbe and Ivar never try to have you at the same time like this. A girl can only take so much.
Hvitserk, it turns out, is not an idle boaster. His competence at eating pussy is instantly apparent. His tongue glides hungrily to all the right places, and when you look down, the dark satisfaction in his hooded eyes makes you feel like you’re caught in a filthy monster’s jaws.
You can’t even track what exactly he’s doing down there. All you know is that the pleasure is surging, from every square millimeter that his lips and tongue touch. He slips two fingers inside you, and rocks them in such a way that you swear he’s found something inside there that no one else has ever noticed before. Your whole body is singing.
An obnoxious noise brings you just a little bit back down to earth. One of Ubbe’s hands leaves your chest, the other left gently cupping one tit.
“It’s Ivar,” Ubbe says, scooping Hvitserk’s vibrating phone off the table.
Hvitserk sucks you hard before lifting his mouth, drawing a strangled cry from you. You realize you’ve been making all kinds of crazy noises for the past few minutes. “Let him listen,” the arrogant boy responds.
Ivar’s voice is faint, but you can hear it, issuing forth from the phone hovering above you in Ubbe’s hand. His tone is impatient, as usual: “Hvitserk, you there?”
His brother has dropped his mouth back between your legs, sucking at you in time to the curl of his fingertips deep inside. There’s no way to keep yourself from moaning, and making ragged little sounds whenever you try to breathe.
“Interesting.” Ivar drags out the first syllable. You don’t hear anything from him for a while, and then, he says your name. “Can you hear me?”
You turn your next moan upward, into a whiny little “uh huh!”
Hvitserk is not letting you get any more lucid than that.
“Are you showing Hvitserk your best hospitality?” Ivar asks, his Dom voice apparent even from this distance. Ubbe’s thumb moves and his voice gets louder. “Doesn’t sound like it,” Ivar continues, chastising you on speaker. “It sounds like you’re being quite selfish.”
Is Hvitserk getting you in trouble right now? The movement of his tongue only intensifies, threatening to turn your steady moans into squeals. Your legs are starting to shake as heat floods your core.
“What are they doing to you over there?” Ivar continues. “I don’t hear Ubbe, but I’m sure he’s lurking about.”
If he’s expecting you to answer, he’s going to be disappointed. No way you’re capable of speech.
“I hope you are enjoying yourself,” Ivar says, continuing on as a monologue. “And I hope that you’re looking forward to being punished later, for being such a bad girl. Making our guest work so hard for your own selfish, wicked pleasure.” Every word goes straight to your cunt, helping Hvitserk build you toward an orgasm that promises to be a screamer. “You’re the one that should have your mouth full right now, greedy girl. I see that you can’t be trusted to be left alone. We will begin… some much stricter training when I get home.” Fuck. “I’m sure Hvitserk won’t mind helping me teach you better manners. Are you close, greedy girl? I hear your voice changing. Enjoy it, because it might be the last one that you get for a long, long time.”
Between Ivar’s words and Hvitserk’s skills, you don’t stand a fucking chance. You clutch behind you to find Ubbe’s hand, barely remembering the rules of the contest in time as this pleasure starts to climax.
“Wait,” Ubbe huffs, “gotta get the stopwatch.”
Ivar’s chuckle drips out of the phone while Ubbe fumbles with it. He may have had some choice words for what these two gorgeous, sexy idiots are up to, but you only hear him get as far as “Are you two—” before a rushing in your ears takes over and you lose consciousness of anything else but the tidal wave of pleasure crashing through your body.
Hvitserk is relentless. He doesn’t slow the intensity a bit, pushes you through your screaming, writhing orgasm with the dedication of a pit bull as he just hits that magic spot over and over and over. You’re shaking and gasping before it’s done, and when the peak turns to oversensitivity he’s still determined to wring a few more seconds out of you, doesn’t stop until your thighs try to clench shut around his head in a helpless attempt to push him away.
You’re left panting as Ubbe announces the time above your head. “Thirty-four seconds.”
“And you started late,” Hvitserk points out. He’s panting too.
“And I started late,” Ubbe admits.
So much for your attempt at cheating on Ubbe’s behalf. Hvitserk sure as hell won fair and square. If Ivar’s little participation doesn’t count.
Wait. Is Ivar still on the phone?
“I take it Hvitserk is the winner.”
Yep. He’s there.
Hvitserk wipes his mouth as he rises from the ground, lifting one of your legs to roll you out of his way so he can resume his seat on the end of the couch. He nestles himself against your naked hip and reaches out his upturned hand to Ubbe, silently asking for his phone back.
You expect him to speak, but all you hear is the descending tone indicating an ended call. Hvitserk tosses his phone back on the table with a dismissive sound. You think you might even see a trace of a snarl on his lip as you look up at him through your post-orgasmic haze.
Then all his attention is back on you. You watch his greedy eyes run all over your body, from your upturned hip to the curve of your tilted waist, your bare breasts and your parted, panting mouth. “What were you saying earlier?” he asks, leaning in with a conspiratorial smile. “Something about want me to ‘fuck it just a little?’”
You nod breathlessly as he climbs further over your body. His hooded eyes look predatory now, and if somehow Ivar made him mad then he definitely seems ready to take it out on you. He gives your hip a little smack, watching how the impact makes you jiggle, then inspects your face while he gives you another one.
“You like it rough, huh?”
You nod, and twist your body to present your ass to him even better. Honestly you feel like your pussy is about to start dripping on the couch, so it also doesn’t hurt to get it further away from the cushions.
He nods too, thoughtfully. “There’s this position I like. Not every girl can handle it.”
Ubbe makes an interested noise above you. “She can handle a lot.”
“So I keep hearing.” Hvitserk taps at your ass. “Up.”
He stands at the same time as you do, and you don’t miss the way he readjusts himself inside his pants. He pulls you in close for a kiss, pressing your naked body fully against his clothes.
He whips his shirt off. Finally. “There are condoms around here?”
“Yes,” you say, dropping to your knees to open one of the little drawers at the base of the coffee table. You and Ubbe had scattered them all over the house before he made his monogamy pledge and the tests had come back clean. You turn back to Hvitserk, presenting him the little package in your palms.
He makes a happy little noise in the back of his throat. “I like the way you look down there.” He loosens his belt. “Now I’m thinking you need to stay on your knees and show me what that sweet mouth can do.”
You nod, eagerly, as you watch him get his dick out and step closer to your face. You meet it with your tongue, wrapping a hand around his shaft to keep him pointed down where you can reach.
There’s something extra fun about a blowjob that you don’t intend to finish. You lick around the head of his cock like it’s a lollypop, pausing to give him playful eye contact and then watching him watch you swallow it up.
Ubbe’s the one that groans. When you flick your eyes over to him he’s got one hand thrust into his own pants like he’s gearing up for round two. “You look so good. Teasing it like that.”
You can’t help yourself. You keep your eyes locked onto Ubbe while pulling Hvitserk a little closer, giving his shaft little kitten licks.
“You are fucking hot as hell, darlin’,” Hvitserk says, looking straight down the line of his body at you. “But I’ve had enough teasing tonight. Come up over here.”
He leads you to the side of the couch and bends you over the armrest.
“Saw this in a porno once.” He kicks at your legs until you spread them a little further apart. “Stop me if it’s not working for you. But I think you’re flexible enough.”
He pushes down between your shoulders until your chest hits the couch. You relax the side of your face into the cushion and just go with it. Now your hips are higher than the rest of your body, and quite decently supported by the plush armrest. Not hard so far. There must be something more coming.
You hear the sound of the condom wrapper opening. Ubbe shifts above your head, but you resist the temptation to check and see what he’s doing on his end of the couch. Ivar’s right; you’ve been selfish. You must give your full submission to Hvitserk now, and show him that you are doing exactly as he instructs. No more, no less, and no looking at his brother.
You know you’re wet but he spits on his fingers and works a little added lubrication into you anyway.
“I liked the way you were begging,” he comments, voice husky as you feel him moving in closer. “Think I can make you beg a little more?”
“Oh, Hvitserk, please.” You angle your hips up even higher, offering yourself to him. You’re positively aching to be filled up, after all this.
“Please what?” You feel the brush of something thicker than fingers against your slick entrance.
You take a breath. “Please fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”
“That is definitely the plan.” He pushes into you slow, the second Lothbrok you’ve let go balls-deep into you now. He’s not as thick as Ubbe but that hardly matters, not when you’re swollen with need and reveling in the fact that this one wants you too, bad enough to throw shame out the window and fuck you right in front of his brother. “Fuuuuck.” He presses in deep and just stays there a minute, hands gripping your ass tight.
You buck your hips up against him, although you don’t have much leverage with your belly in the couch and your legs spread so wide.
He grunts and answers your enthusiasm with his own, starting to bounce against you in measured thrusts. “Ungh, I knew you had a sweet little pussy. Are you happy to share it with me?”
“Yes,” you wail, as he pounds you harder, the friction electrifying every nerve ending they hadn’t already fried out with that pussy-eating competition.
“You gonna share it with me all week?”
“Uh huh!”
“And you can you really handle that? Three guys telling you what to do around here? Keeping this pussy full?”
“M-mhmm.”
“What was that?”
“Yes! I’ll find a way.”
“Good.” His thrusts have settled into a quick, steady rhythm. “Arch your back more.”
You really have to press your chest into the couch, and come up to your tiptoes when it feels like you can barely reach the floor as it is, but you manage it. It makes his thrusts feel deeper, threatening to bottom out against your cervix.
“Now give me your arms.”
This must be it. The thing that other girls won’t do. You give up supporting your body with your forearms, twisting them both behind your back instead. It puts a lot of your weight on your face and upper chest, the only things left to support the bouncing impacts of his thrusting, but it’s manageable. Fingers wrap around your wrists, straightening your arms back behind you. He’s using them like handles now, to pull your arched body over his cock. It’s rough, but you can take it. You’re just flexible enough.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Hvitserk croons.
“You’re telling me,” Ubbe says. His voice is coming from the side now. You open your eyes to see that he’s left the couch for the coffee table, sitting right across from your face where he can get the best view of your contorted figure. “Think you can lift your feet off the ground, wrap them behind him?”
You try. Lifting your legs like that clenches your pelvic floor, which makes Hvitserk yelp and then fuck you harder. Now you’ve got absolutely no control at all, laying on your face and getting fucked down into the cushions. You might be drooling. There’s nothing to be done for it if you are.
You wouldn’t be able to stay like this for long, but it doesn’t seem like you’re going to have to. Hvitserk’s making this drawn-out humming sort of noise, he’s so into it, pistoning into you at an accelerating rate that suggests he’s barreling toward climax.
“This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Ubbe says. You want him to shut up so he doesn’t make Hvitserk uncomfortable, but these two do seem to have some kind of established groove for this already. And hearing him tell you how sexy this outrageously acrobatic pose is does make it easier for you to hang on in it for a little longer. It’s not an angle that’s going to get you off, but ferocious pleasure rings through your body anyway.
“Ahh—” Hvitserk’s rising wail almost sounds desperate, and then he forces air between his teeth as he grinds himself even deeper into you.
You don’t complain as he crushes you just a little more. It’s obvious that he’s reveling in a prolonged, ecstatic climax, and you’re certainly not going to begrudge him anything less than the thirty-four seconds of bliss he so recently finished giving you.
But when he gasps the end of his release, and his body stops clenching, you’re tugging your arms out of his grip, grateful to untwist your shoulders and get the pressure off your neck.
“Fuck—thanks. Fuck,” he pants. “That was incredible.” He stays inside you. You feel his forehead drop to the middle of your back as you both start letting your muscles relax one by one. You like the way his hair feels on your skin.
An insistent, gorilla-like grunt emanates from somewhere above your head. “My turn,” Ubbe says, and his hands wrap around your forearms.
“Dude,” Hvitserk exhales. “Give me a fucking minute!” His hips writhe against you. “She feels so fucking good . . .”
You feel Ubbe take a seat on the couch next to your head, but he does not release your arms. His grip flexes impatiently, but at least he’s not pulling you bodily out from underneath his brother.
“She probably needs a rest too, dude,” Hvitserk continues, his breath warming your skin. “A little recovery time from all that.” As if realizing he was barely following his own advice, he withdraws himself carefully from your body and lets you move your legs more comfortably back together.
“Nah, she’s better than that,” Ubbe rumbles, voice thick and rich and proud. “She takes dick like a champ.” His fingers tickle under your chin until you look up at him. “You want two in a row, don’t you babe.” The gleam in his eye tells you he’s fully recovered from his last orgasm, and absolutely ready to go.
Hvitserk is being very nice. But is nice really what you want? You probably wouldn’t be in this position if that was the case. “Yeah,” you say, answering Ubbe’s growling with your own throaty sex kitten moan.
Ubbe’s blue eyes blaze and he tugs you towards him. Your legs wobble a little as you climb around the arm of the couch. Hvitserk’s promise kept. Ubbe sees your weakness and scoops you up, like any good predator would.
He whirls you around, getting you underneath his body as your back presses into the armrest of his side of the couch. He can only kiss you once, as sloppy as he is passionate, before he’s struggling with his pants.
That glorious erection is rock-hard as you help him free it from his clothing. He wastes no time pushing himself into you, as if he took Hvitserk’s dirty talk about “keeping this pussy full” quite seriously.
You might be just a little bit sore. That hardly matters when Ubbe gets his rhythm going, the aching only adding to the decadent pleasure of back-to-back fuckings.
He’s got one foot on the floor, giving him ridiculous leverage to split you open against the corner of the couch. You throw your arms around his neck and brace yourself, looking over his shoulder at Hvitserk’s sleepy-cat smile as the boy catches his breath while watching you get impaled.
“Touch yourself,” says Ubbe, shifting to pull your hand down between your bodies, flexing his fucking abs to curl his body and give you room as he continues to pound.
“Ivar said—”
“Don’t you want one more, before he makes that threat official?”
Fuck. Good point. See, Ubbe can be nice too. You let your fingers fly.
“I want to feel you cum all over my dick,” he grunts out, his pace increasing as he seems to turn himself on even more with just the thought. “And I want to hear it, too.”
It doesn’t take long. Your poor pussy shivers under Ubbe’s onslaught, the clenching of your muscles as you hold yourself up against it magnifying the oncoming orgasm into something that makes you want to scream like some kind of wild shieldmaiden between your teeth.
And Ubbe wanted to hear you. So you do. That sizzling pleasure radiates out of your core until your lower half locks up, clamping around him so hard that even his punishing pace has to slow.
When you suck in your next breath and the sound of your own voice fades, you hear Ubbe gasping. He’s coming too, locked down in your throbbing pussy. You stay like that, clenched tight and pressing up against him, for a few more breaths while your climax fades only slowly. You actually felt your inner walls milking him. Drawing that seed deep up inside you.
You release a throaty sigh and finally let your body unwind.
Ubbe presses his forehead against yours. “Fuck, princess,” he breathes. “How do you keep getting more amazing?”
You end up sprawled along the couch between them, your head in Hvitserk’s lap while Ubbe massages every kink out of the big muscles of your legs. You don’t feel self-conscious to still be naked. You feel like nothing less than a classical goddess. Something the masters would line up to paint, and even more; the utterly feminine deity that men have immortalized in clay and enshrined on cave walls since the dawn of the human capacity to think. Nothing more natural in the world than your naked, beloved body.
Which doesn’t mean that you’re not grateful when Ubbe spreads a warm blanket over you, when his massaging hands have mostly finished. Sure, you were going to spend the afternoon cleaning this room, but your eyes are drifting closed in the post-sex haze now. They’ll turn the game back on, won’t they, and let you take a little nap across their laps first.
But you don’t hear the TV turn back on. Not yet. Instead, a conversation begins above your dozing head.
“You do this with Ivar, dude?”
Ubbe shifts underneath your leg before he responds. “Not like this.”
Hvitserk makes a soft sound. “Didn’t think so.” There’s a pause, long enough to tempt you back into sleep, but you really want to hear if they’re going to say anything more about this. Hvitserk has known them his whole life. He probably has some insight that would be valuable for you to know. You shift a little in his lap though, making sure he knows you’re still awake. Wouldn’t be right to actually eavesdrop.
His hand comes to your head, stroking gently across your hair. “Can't believe Ivar's really sharing with you, dude.”
“Maybe I'm sharing with him.”
Hvitserk just laughs.
You open your eyes to see Ubbe shrugging. “It’s working out so far. I let him lead.”
“I didn’t think you could do that.”
Ubbe leans forward over your feet, grabbing his forgotten bottle off the coffee table. “He’s grown a lot, since we were all at home.” He takes a thoughtful swig. “I probably have, too.” He makes eye contact with you for a second, possibly acknowledging the awkwardness of talking about these things over your head, but doesn’t say anything that might draw you into the conversation.
Not that you have anything to say. You’re just soaking up every little piece of information you can get.
Your face is pointed away from Hvitserk; although you’re in his lap, you can’t really see anything of him but his knee.
“Well, it’s the only thing I’ve ever found that works with him. Ivar has to be the one in control, or it doesn’t go well.”
“You say that like I haven’t been living with him for years, too, dude.”
“I’m saying it because it’s hard to believe you can really pull that off. You’ve always had to kind of be the top dog yourself, dude.”
Ubbe’s fingers stroke you underneath the blanket. “Some things are worth a little compromise.”
Hvitserk bounces your head just a little. “What do you think? Is Ubbe ever really not the boss?” You rouse yourself, twisting your body until your face is pointed up at Hvitserk’s. “Pretty much ran the show today, didn’t he?”
You consider your answer, glancing between their waiting faces. At least they’re both smiling. This is not an answer you need to feel worried about crafting too carefully. “I think it was pretty natural for him to guide things today,” you say, looking up into Hvitserk’s eyes, “since you and I had never—” you trail off self-consciously as you stare up into that gorgeous face.
Hvitserk squeezes you up in his arms, and his smile turns mischievous. “But now we are very familiar with each other. Aren’t we.”
You nod, suddenly breathless again.
“You want to keep playing with me, while I’m in town?”
You smile and nod harder.
“Good,” Ubbe says, his hand running up your leg. “Cuz by my count, we’re not exactly done here. You got me off twice. Hvitserk only nutted once. That’s not right,” he says, shaking his head. “He’s our guest. You should spend tonight in bed with him, at the very least.”
And why do you get the feeling Ubbe’s going to find an excuse to be involved in that, too?
“No offense,” Hvitserk says, “but that’s the kind of shit I’m talking about, dude. Telling us what to do. You let anything not be Ivar’s idea, man, and you’re done.” Hvitserk’s gaze swivels back down to meet yours. “If he can’t hold some of that shit back,” he tells you, a smirk twisting up his cheek, “you’re never going to be able to have the both of them at the same time.”
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nora the arc au) ozpin is super smug about bringing in jaune and nora when glynda didn't want to originally.
ozpin AND glynda are super smug to james when they bring up how great theri newest generation of huntsmen is.
basically lets have some happy times of ozpin being smug for a bit
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"You're looking well, James." Ozpin said as his close friend and headmaster rival, General James Ironwood entered, stoic as ever. In tow was his Lieutenant, Specialist Winter Schnee, the pride of Atlas and older sister of Ozpin's student, Weiss Schnee. The fact she chose Beacon over Atlas still warmed Ozpin's heart, or more accurately, his pride.
As rivals, Ozpin and James would constantly boast about their school's being superior to the other in one form or another. Was it childish? Perhaps, but a little friendly competition was good for the soul; kept the body young.
"And you as well, Oz." James replied. He stood next to the open seat, as he always did. For as long as Ozpin knew him, James never sat down in his office. When visiting Atlas, Ozpin would sit in the open chair, proving himself the more lax of the two. "I'm sure you understand if I stand, correct?"
"Oh, of course, James." Ozpin smiled, holding up an empty mug. "Coffee?"
"No thank you. I won't be long."
"Very well." Ozpin shrugged. He held up his mug, pouring coffee into it from the machine in his bottom drawer. As he lifted the steaming cup, he noticed Glynda rolling her eyes at him. She never understood his genius. "What brings you to Vale, old friend?"
"We're pursuing a rumor of a violent terrorist organization forming in Vale."
"Chasing rumors?" Glynda asked. "That doesn't seem like you, James."
"Normally, no, but one of my men reported something to us while he was on leave here in Vale. He said he saw this on an individual's shirt." James snapped his fingers, signaling Winter to present the photo of an armored chest-plate with three yellow lines curving upwards, each larger and more thick than the one below it. "Do you recognize it?"
"It appears to be the Arc family symbol." Ozpin answered.
"Indeed." James took the photo and handed it to Ozpin. "This photo came from an attack on one of our outposts in Atlas. The fool was shouting outside beforehand about how the Kingdoms have gone soft, and how we rely on Huntsmen Academies too much."
"So easy to call him a fool after the fact, right, James?"
"He was only armed with a baton he acquired from an antique shop weeks before." Winter explained. "His affiliates were also armed with similar old-fashioned self-defense weapons."
"I see." Ozpin looked the photo over as they spoke. "Have you spoken with the Arcs since then?"
"We have tried, but they refuse to answer. It seems rather suspicious."
"I see." He handed the photo to Glynda. "Glynda, would you be so kind as to contact the Arc household?"
"Of course, Headmaster." Flynda took the photo. "I will contact them as soon as-"
"Here you are." Ozpin said, handing her his scroll.
Glynda blinked. "Right now?"
"If that's no trouble."
"No." Glynda answered, taking the scroll. "That won't be a problem." She dialed the number and called. Almost immediately there was an answer. "Good afternoon, this is- Yes, hello, Mrs. Arc. I'm calling you about... No, Jaune isn't in trouble. He's... No, Nora isn't in trouble either... Yes, I'm certain... No, her grades have been passing..." Glynda blushed. "No, they haven't been- No, I haven't asked. I feel their privacy is their business... Yes, I would send her home if she was pregnant. I-"
James tore the scroll from her hands and placed the call on speaker. "Good evening, Mrs. Arc. This is General James Ironwood of Atlas Academy. We are calling in regards to your family being connected to a terrorist attack on an Atlas outpost." The other side was silent. There was a sound of shuffling on the other line, and muffled shouting. "Mrs. Arc?"
"Hello, Tin Boy." Nicholas answered. "How's the arm?"
"It's General." James growled. Ozpin tried his best to hide his smile in his coffee.
"I'm sure it is. Is this about the attack on the outpost in Atlas?"
"Yes. So you've heard about it."
"I did. Hard not to when it's my name in the mud. I'm surprised you're not making a bigger deal out of this."
"Why should we when it was a small, and completely failed, attack on an Atlas outpost?" Winter asked.
"Oh, Winny," Nicholas cooed, "I thought we taught you better than that." He returned his voice to normal. "It's not about the attack. It's what the attack means. Tell me, how many of your men were injured?"
"Three." Ironwood replied.
"So it took three of Atlas' finest to take down three untrained civilians? How does that make you feel, Jimmy?" James clenched his jaw. "I thought so. Oh, and in case you were wondering, my family has nothing to do with this. Believe me, if I wanted to fight Atlas, it would cost you a hell of a lot more than three men with booboos."
"Is that a threat?" Winter growled.
"More of an opinion." Nicholas replied. "Or is that too radical, Tin Boy?" A sigh was heard, and his voice shifted to a chipper tone. "Don't be afraid to call us again, though, Winny! You know you're more than welcome at our home." The call ended, and Glynda snatched her scroll from James' hands.
"Satisfied?" Ozpin asked.
Jaune and his team were out for a walk through Vale. The sky was blue with only a few patches of clouds here and there, the sun was shining, and he could have sworn he heard birds chirping in the dull roar of the bustling city.
He recieved a text from his mother. 'Be careful.' Jaune thought of calling her, but shrugged it off instead. She was probably just worried about him.
After all, what was there to worry about on a beautiful day like this?
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Hakuoki Yuugiroku 3 drama: Please teach me, Yamazaki-san! English translation
Special thanks to @nollatooru for extracting text again since there’s no way this would have been translated anytime soon since the majority of drama translations that I’ve found as videos only are near the very bottom of my to-do list.
This is my translation of the 薄桜鬼 遊戯録 隊士達の大宴会 店铺特典「教えてください山崎さん！」, the Yuugiroku 3 (too much of a hassle to look up the actual name) drama: Please teach me, Yamazaki-san!
Ended up doing a bit more research that I would have liked to translate this since the names of the positions in the Shinsengumi’s organization for spies didn’t translate well from Japanese into Chinese (huzzah for google translate and for biographies that list names in Chinese and Japanese so I was able to find the information I was looking for in English)... Also, i didn’t look up the gameplay for anything since I had to uninstall KW and EB for space when I was taking things off my damaged passport, not that it would have made much of a difference since I can’t recall a point when the “Watch” was actually voiced... so I might not really be consistent with a few things in this translation since I only did research during the latter half of this...?
oh well. i don’t know Japanese and don’t do the editing for my subtitle videos until I compare everything to the audio later so I can claim ignorance. i suppose that’s an odd benefit of not understanding Japanese hahaha.
Anyway, as always, my translation not be 100% accurate since I translate from Chinese. final edits will probably take a bit longer (in comparison to the other things i’m still sitting on) to do since im still debating about what im do with all the Watch-related words since I really don’t like it when the things I translate aren’t consistent....
PERSONAL RECOMMENDATION: I HIGHLY ADVISE AGAINST READING THIS AND WAITING FOR MY SUBTITLE VIDEO.
Hakuoki Shinkai Yuugiroku, Please teach me, Yamazaki-san! Drama CD
Translation by KumoriYami
Yamazaki: (I think that since there haven't been any large manhunt operations lately [reword later? tl can also mean "to hunt and arrest"], things have been quiet.)
(However, what is that guy doing/is that guy's purpose?)
The one out there, I'm not going to run.
So come out and tell me why you're spying on me.
~wind blows~
(Not planning on coming out...?)
-grips sword-
Then, I'll take the imitative to attack.
(movement in bushes)
Souma: Ah, please wait a moment!
Yamazaki: Oh. You are... Souma-kun?
(movement in bushes again)
Saito: Sure enough, I was immediately found/discovered/I was detected immediately. As expected of Yamazaki.
Yamazaki: Based on just the breathing, I thought there was only one person, yet Saito-san was also still here. Exactly what are you doing?
Souma: Sorry! I didn't mean to do anything strange.
It's just that I wanted to observe Yamazaki-san work.
Yamazaki: Observe me work?
Although it's fine if you want to watch, but aren't you the Chief's page?
Saito: I recommended that he try this, But he was immediately found. Still it's better to ask the person himself directly.
Yamazaki: You two, what are you talking about?
Souma:...Um, Then, Yamazaki-san, please show me how to [/you] work!
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Souma: Hakuoki Shinkai Yuugiroku, Store Bonus Drama CD, Please teach me, Yamazaki-san!
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Yamazaki: In other words, you now understand the duties of a page, and still want to know what sort work the other warriors do, and want to try monitoring/surveillance/doing the Watch's work?
Is that how it is? Souma-kun.
Souma: It's just as you said.
As the chief's page, I work hard every day,
but I still don't know a lot about the Shinsengumi.
That's why I went and asked Saito-san [about this].
Saito: I know that Souma is working very hard. Though that will naturally be [more/become] obvious as time goes by/Though as time goes by, that will naturally be understood/Although this has been said for a while, this will naturally be understood. [check audio]
Yamazaki: But you don't want to wait for/until then, and want to be of use as quickly as possible?
Souma: Yes. Can you help me with this, even if it's [for] just a little bit?
Yamazaki: Hm.
Souma: Yamazaki-san.
Yamazaki: No, I was just reminiscing the past/thinking about the past.
I used to be as anxious as you are.
Alright, if I can, permit me to teach you.
Souma: Thank you very much!
Saito: Then can I also accompany/join you?
Yamazaki: Saito-san also wants to? That won't be a problem.
Saito: I also have experience following people while on patrol
I'm very interested in how the Watch [im pretty sure it's the Watch here and in the earlier instance. tho i can't say for certain since CN doesn't exactly do capitalization and ive never played the game in Chinese] fulfills its duties.
Please allow me to learn again. [check audio]
Yamazaki: In that case then, I'll ask you to please look after me.
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Yamazaki: Although it normally referred to as the Watch,
the Watch is actually divided into two sections.
Souma: In terms of how it organized, sorry but please review it for me again.
Saito: The part of the organization for spies which acts by itself to gather external intelligence is called Shoshi shirabeyaku ken kansatsu*, and within that, those who are responsible for investigating/monitoring the conduct of [the/our?] members/the investigators whose duty is to supervise the conduct of/our members are known as the Kansatsugata**
* Shinsengumi's organizational post for investigating movements of the opponents and keeping the Shinsengumi members under control. (source: https://japanese-wiki-corpus.github.io/person/Kuwajiro%20OISHI.html)
** had to look this up on the Shinsengumi wiki.samurai-archives
Yamazaki, who holds both positions/is capable of accomplishing both duties, is at the core of the Kansatsugata.
Souma: Shoshi shirabeyaku and Kansatsugata...
After hearing this again, I really feel that Yamazaki-san is quite amazing.
Yamazaki: Uh, do-don't say that out loud. I'm not used to it.
Souma: But, monitoring/investigating/supervising the conduct of the other members...
Saito: It's to secretly investigate whether or not members are conducting themselves in a manner that is befitting as members of the the Shinsengumi, and whether or not they have done anything improper.
Souma: In other words/That is to say, that also includes my actions so far.
Yamazaki: At the moment, you have no problems [there are no problems with you?].
Souma: Is-Is that so...
Yamazaki: There are almost two hundred members.
Among them, there will be people who do not abide by the regulations, and those who clearly show their dissatisfaction/obviously dissatisfied or are treasonous/or even rebellious.
Souma: I see. Indeed there are people who obviously show that.
Saito: It these people incite trouble within the team, it would be very troublesome.
That's why the Kansatsugata are needed to investigate people like this.
Yamazaki: Having said that, the three of us have been quite noisy so it would be helpful if we quickly correct that here. Ah. The two of you, over there.
Saito: Say who is there [more like "name" i guess? probably more "identify who is over there" ]
Souma: That is... Nagakura-san? There are several other people [He's with some other people/several others].
Yamazaki: This is a rare opportunity to train one of the basic skills for spying/[needed] as a spy. I'll give you a demonstration. Afterwards, you'll eavesdrop on their conversation without being discovered.
Souma: Yes, I'll do my best.
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Saito: Almost 15 minutes have passed. But it's really bold for you to have come up with this practical training, Yamazaki.
Yamazaki: For his first time attempt at doing this, Nagakura-san is suitable [to practise with]. As long as one isn't murderous [being bloodthirsty? think of something later], he'll basically ignore you.
Saito: Nn.
If it was Souji, he would immediately draw his sword for a harsh/ruthless interrogation.
Yamazaki: No, Saito-san would do the same thing, and immediately get rid of your pursuer [not sure if this is in the "dispose of" sense though the tl i have can be translated that way lol].
Saito: Well, it doesn't feel good to be tested when I obviously haven't been disloyal.
Yamazaki: It's as you say, but this is my job.
Souma: AAAHHHHHH!!!!
Saito: Uh. [That’s] Souma. Why is he being hunted down [chased/pursued]?
Yamazaki: By whom/Who is it?
Ah, Okita-san, at this time?
(frantic steps)
Souma: Sorry! I didn't mean to do anything else!
This was just training for surveillance work!
(sword swung)
Souma: AAAHHH!!
Okita-san, please forgive me!
Saito: An unexpected situation.
Yamazaki: He needs help to get away/escape from that situation, he isn't his opponent at all/he's no match for him.
Saito: I'll figure out a way to deal with Souji. You escape with Souma/You take Souma and run away.
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Souma: Truly thank you for just now.
Okita-san was already behind me before I realized it
I really thought that I was going to die/I was dead.
Saito: Dying is a bit of an exaggeration.
But I'm certain he would have stabbed your neck with his sword and left you half-dead.
Yamazaki: I didn't expect Okita-san to be nearby, but there was way of knowing that you'd encounter him/but nothing can be done about meeting him [check audio].
Well then, change your mood for the next training [reword later]. The target is that room. Remain quiet from this point onward.
Souma: What's next?
Yamazaki: Take this letter and swap it with the letter in that room.
But, in the next room, there is someone you must not be detected by.
Saito: Training for intelligence work?
If this goes well, then it's possible that the other party won't even notice you.
Souma: That would be good, so it's just this letter?
Then, I'll be right back.
Yamazaki: Ah, be very careful.
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Yamazaki: He entered the room without any problems.
Saito: Ah. So, who is the person in the next room?
Yamazaki: Well, it shouldn't matter since that person is asleep during the day.
( door slides open, then frantic steps)
Souma: Saito-san, Yamazaki-san!
I'm sorry! I couldn't do it!
As soon as I entered the room, I felt that someone was staring at me through the door of the next room! There was also this creepy laughter/ing!
Saito: Laughter? The eyes staring at you, were they red? [i swear this is going to become fanart one day lol. for both the spying and souma talking about what happened]
Souma: Yes! they didn't look like human eyes at all!
(door slides open.... slow creaking footsteps)
Saito: Does that mean that one over there was...
Yamazaki: Ah, damn it! He's awake!
Saito: Yamazaki, you go first! I'll deal with this!
Yamazaki: Sorry! I'll leave the General Secretary [so... i don't really like the English localization translation of Sanan's position being a "colonel" so i looked up what it said on wikipedia and used that] to you!
Souma-kun, come here!
This training/Training ends here!
Souma: Eh, eeehhhhhhhh?!
Saito: I'm sorry that it was noisy while your rested [that this noise disturbed your rest?], this was as a result of...
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Souma: What the hell that just now...
Yamazaki + Saito: It was just your imagination.
Souma: Eh. But, "General Secretary" was clearly said...
Yamazaki + Saito: You imagined hearing it [tl is more "it was an illusion" and one that is heard... maybe "you're hearing things"?. kinda gave up on thinking about that right now. ]
Souma: Is, is that so... uh. That being said...
Saito: What's wrong/What is it?
Souma: Although the Kansatsugata feels quite unremarkable, each individual/everyone posses outstanding abilities, and I've been made aware of that again. [However] I 'm incapable of doing this sort of work.
Yamazaki: Hm. It can be said that you're not talented at this.
Souma: Eh?
Yamazaki: In the first place, not everyone can do this.
All of us within the Kansatsugata are constantly working on improving our skills.
We're always fighting in the shadows for the Shinsengumi.
What you think of being outstanding abilities is the results of our hard work.
[remarkable capabilities?]
Souma: Truly, Yamazaki-san is amazing. I understand why everyone trusts you!
Yamazaki: Th-That's why you shouldn't look at me like that. But for you, I think that you're better suited to doing honest work [tl can basically mean "honourable," "not devious" or "out in the open" in the straightforward sense] and not this secret monitoring work/surveillance in the shadows [reword later].
Saito: Indeed, compared to secretly taking covert actions in the shadows, you are better suited at working in the open, Souma.
Souma: I-is that so...
Thank you very much for this/that.
If it's possible, I hope to still learn some things from you.
Yamazaki: There will be opportunities for that. Then, we'll end today's training here. Souma-kun, is there/do you have anything else you want to ask?
Souma: [Something] I want to ask....
ah. then, Yamazaki-san, may I ask you one last question?
Yamazaki: Ah, if I can answer, I won't hold back [will/do so].
Souma: What sort of technique is the "Tatami flip"?
Yamazaki: Ta... Where did you hear that name from?
Souma: Just now during this investigator training/spy training, Nagakura-san mentioned it/Nagakura-san mentioned it while doing the operative training. It is said that it is Yamazaki-san's most powerful technique.
Yamazaki: That guy said something unnecessary! No, Souma-kun, that's.... It's not something amazing like a secret technique..
Saito: Why are you being modest? That move is indeed capable of being referred to as/called a secret technique. If it's possible, I'll ask you to please teach me it. Perhaps I will be able to apply it to kenjutsu.
Yamazaki: Even Saito-san, what are you saying? [Even Saito-san is saying this? check audio]
Souma: Please, Yamazaki-san!
Saito: I'll be requesting the same of you, Yamazaki. [tl is more "i'm also requesting (you) to do so/asking"]
Yamazaki: Bo-Both of you, please raise your heads. I-I get it! I'll teach you.
Souma: Really?! Thank you very much!
Yamazaki: But, you can't tell anyone else about this.
Saito: Nn. Understood.
Yamazaki: Then, please get behind me. Aoyi***, Tatami flip!
This is the literal Mandarin pronunciation of the tl without tones. CN tl can mean “profound argumentation” (in Chinese), tho it's also used to refer to some of the highest level of martial skills in JP (so says a baidu search on the term).
The English google translate of that page puts this phrase as "Ogi," and after reading this page that mentions "ogi" (http://www.aikiweb.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-9948.html#:~:text=Yielding%20is%20called%20%22ju%22%20as,an%20open%20heart%20without%20ego.), so i will probably change this to either "Secret move" or "hidden technique" based on what it mentioned there
Souma: Uoh!
Yaamzaki: Ju-Just now, that was the Tatami flip.
Souma: Amazing, that was amazing, Yamazaki-san! How were you able to do that without any tools [check audio]? Please tell me how to do this!
Saito: This can be used indoors while fighting defensively/can be used as a defence when fighting indoors. It can also be used to hinder an enemy's movements.
Yamazaki: Yes. This requires focusing your strength into the centre of your palm, and within a single breath, smack/slap the edge of the tatami, and then lifting it up when the edge bounces.
Souma: So it's like that? Hoh.... tatami flip! Uh. Areh? It didn't bounce at all.
Yamazaki: Haha. It's not something you can master right away. It also took me a long time to do it. Concentrate/Focus a bit more strength into the palm of your hand.
Souma: Ha! Ah! Yah! It-It's not moving...
Saito: Practise makes perfect./Won't practise make perfect [check audio]? Alright, I will challenge this. Should the position of my hand be around here?
Yamazaki: Yes. [Though] It's better to have it moved a bit forward [moved up a bit]/ if the if the center of gravity is moved forward.
Saito: Understood. Then, I'll be going.
Secret technique: Tatami flip!
Yamazaki: No way...
Souma: Uoh.
Saito: Nn. That happened naturally [reword later...? tl is is basically "letting nature take its course was achieved"] .
Souma: Sa-Saito-san, that was amazing! You actually succeeded in one go!
Saito: No, there's no guarantee that this will succeed every time. The accuracy and speed can be further improved upon.
Souma: Really, the Shinsengumi has assembled some amazing people. I can't fall behind and have to work even harder.
Saito: Ah , work hard. I am always willing to practise kenjutsu with you.
Yamazaki: Ah, but, to have it actually done it so easily, my confidence...
Saito: What is it, Yamazaki?
Yamazaki: No, I just feel that need to train a lot more. Let's improve together, Souma-kun.
Souma: Yes! Please look after me!
Souma Kazue, Kaji Yūki
Saito Hajime, Toriumi Kōsuke
Yamazaki Susumu, Suzuki Takayuki
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sorry but this is the only souma thing i have scheduled for april.
also i wanted some Yamazaki content translated, but i unfortunately don’t remember if i ever found Yamazaki’s route from Yuugiroku 2... so I settled on translating what I hope is a certain complete chapter (as viewed via the extras menu) of Souji’s route with him in it... sorta. scheduled for july!
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#hakuoki#hakuouki#hakuoki yuugiroku 3#hakuoki drama cd#hakuoki drama translation#Saito Hajime#Yamazaki Susumu#souma kazue
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Requested by: anon
Request: hey :) could you do a blurb with lando? where you sit with him during a twitch stream, you often do that to chat with fans who seem to really like you. And that day you do it again and Lando wants to be funny but says something which kinda hurts your feelings? :) so maybe you try to play it off but are more quiet and distant and later after the stream he realizes something is wrong and talks to you and apologizes? btw. love your pieces! ❤️😚😚
A/N: Aren’t you lucky I read angst the night before, I tried my best to make it angst and fluffy in the end, although, fluff is not my best.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff?
Word Count: 1.8K
【 • Primary Masterlist • Lando Norris Masterlist • 】
【 • Characters & Drivers I Write For • Rules & Request • 】
It wasn’t unusual for (Y/n) to sometimes join Lando when he was streaming on twitch, most of his fans had taken a liking towards and most of the time requested that she join Lando for the stream, the hateful messages still managed to get through but with the number of positive ones, they were drowned out and were barely seen by (Y/n), whether or not Lando saw them, (Y/n) never bothered to point them out to him either, today was just like any other usually day when he was streaming, (Y/n) joined him in his gaming room and scrolled through her phone while waiting for him to finish, or for lunchtime to tick by before she would leave to go make them lunch.
“Hey, (Y/n), they wanna see you,” Lando says interrupting her train of thoughts, she looks up from her phone. “I swear they like you more than they like me.” He jokingly says, (Y/n) softly giggles and pushed herself off the couch she was seated on, locking her phone in the process.
“Don’t say that I think everyone loves you to the moon and back.” (Y/n) says as she grabs one of the gaming chairs closer to him before sitting down on it, he had gotten her a blue coloured gaming chair when fans started requesting she joins him more often, at first she just stood behind him, until he decided that it was time for her to get her own chair, especially when fans asked them to play games together, she waves at the camera and softly smiled. “Hi everyone!” She could see messages flooding the chat as everyone informed Lando that they did indeed love him, but they wanted to see if (Y/n) was still around, the messages suddenly changed to greetings.
“Oh, and the love suddenly goes to (Y/n),” Lando announces causing (Y/n) to softly chuckle as she crosses her legs, Lando turns his chair towards her. “Enough playing around, they want to ask us some question, do you mind?” Lando always made sure (Y/n) was comfortable before they did anything.
“No, of course not, ask away.” (Y/n) says, Lando nods his head and turned his chair back to the screen.
“All right, guys you heard her, ask any question, don’t hold back at all!” Lando says excitedly, questions started piling up in the chat and Lando scrolled through some. “Do you wanna read one out?”
“Sure.” (Y/n) says and leans closer to the screen. “What was for breakfast?” She turns her head to look at Lando. “What did you have for breakfast this morning?”
“Uh… cereal?” Lando says in a form of a question.
“Are you asking us or are you telling us you had cereal?” (Y/n) asks him, her tone clearly teasing him which made him burst out laughing.
“I had some cereal, haha,” Lando says, she nods her head and leans away from the screen. “What did you have?”
“Toast.” (Y/n) answers.
“Just toast?” Lando asks, she nods her head. “You need to eat a little more, you can’t survive on toast alone.” (Y/n) nods her head as she softly giggles, they look back at the screen. “I can’t believe you just had toast, we have so many other things to eat and you chose bread.” He shook his head before finding another question. “All right, next one, uh… um…”
“Oh my gosh, just pick one.” (Y/n) says as he continued searching for a question.
“Don’t rush me!” Lando says causing them to burst out laughing again. “Okay, all right, hahah, I found one.” Lando reads the question in his head, making sure he read it correctly before reading it out loud. “Okay, are you guys ever apart?” Lando looks at (Y/n) as a smile grew on his lips. “Only when it’s a race weekend.”
“Yeah, sometimes during the day as well.” (Y/n) says, Lando looks back at the screen.
“We never separate, she clings to me like velcro, I can’t seem to shake her.” Lando jokingly says, however, (Y/n)’s facial expression slightly flattered, she knew he was just joking, but his words struck a nerve, she loved being in his presence and never stopped to think that he might not like having her around, she looks down at her thighs and quickly noticed she wore one of his sweatpants and one of his hoodies, maybe there was some truth in his words, maybe she was a little cling, she quickly looks back up the screen with a fake smile on her lips, she just needed to get through the stream or make up an excuse to leave the room.
“Uh, next question.” (Y/n) says, Lando failed to notice her mood falling along with the fake smile on her lips and decided to move onto the next question, some fans quickly noticed her mood changing and tried to point it out to him, but were drowned out by all the questions flooding the chat.
“What’s (Y/n)’s favourite drink?” Lando asks. “Oh, I know this, I know this, she absolutely loved [favourite drink].” Lando glances at her and she nods her head before he looks back at the screen, cheering his correct answer. “WOO, I KNEW IT!!”
“Uh, I need to go.” (Y/n) says causing Lando to look at her.
“Are you okay?” Lando asks, concern laced in his tone, she nods her head.
“Yeah, yeah.” (Y/n) says as she stood from the chair. “I uh, just want to go to the washroom.” Lando nods his head thinking that she just needed to use the toilet, she pushes the chair out the way before exiting the room, not planning on returning to it soon, Lando continued answering questions until he noticed somebody pointing out that it had been an hour and (Y/n) hadn’t returned from the bathroom yet.
“I hope she’s not sick, I should probably go check up on her,” Lando says. “I’ll let you guys know on twitter if she’s okay, I’m just gonna end the stream now guys.” Instead of signing off like he usually did, he ended the stream and went in search for (Y/n), he heard the washing machine working and quickly made his way to the laundry room, he stepped into the room and saw her mindlessly watching the washing machine as it washed some clothing, she might’ve been a little dramatic about the situation, but the words went to her mind and she decided to gather all the clothes she had stolen from him and wash them before putting them back in his closet, she had also changed into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt she owned. “Hey, I thought Wednesdays was laundry day.” (Y/n) looks away from the machine, he quickly noticed that her eyes were glossy and red from crying.
“Uh, yeah, but I decided to do it today.” (Y/n) says, her voice sounding a little hoarse, he steps closer to her as he stared at her with concern in his eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lando softly asks. “I can see something’s bothering you.”
“Nothing’s bothering me, Lando.” (Y/n) says, Lando noted that she was no longer wearing his clothes.
“You’re not wearing my clothes anymore.” Lando states, she lowers her gaze to the floor. “I know something’s wrong, Did I do something wrong, (Y/n)?” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fuck, I did something wrong, was it what I said on the stream, about you being stuck to me like velcro?” (Y/n) slowly nods her head causing Lando to wrap his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I love it when you’re always close to me, you’re my home, (Y/n).” She sniffs as tears once again begin spilling. “I absolutely love it when you wear my stuff, you look so adorable in them, I love it when you’re by my side, I can be myself when you’re with me, I don’t have to be on my best behaviour with you.” He gently rubs her back as she tried to control her breathing, she didn’t want to cry again, especially not in front of him knowing that she had overreacted. “If anyone in this relationship is clingy, it’s me, I never leave you alone, I always text you, call you, send you gifts, bother you when you’re busy and you just take it, you don’t even shout at me, you just laugh it off.” She slightly pulls back from the embrace and looks up at him. “I’m sorry if I made you feel this bad, I didn’t mean it, please don’t stop…”
“I just… hmph.” (Y/n) begins but let’s out a sigh as she couldn’t find the right words to say.
“No, no, I don’t want you to change, ever,” Lando says. “If I ever say something stupid like that again just to get a laugh from the fans, ignore me, yell at me, just don’t stop wearing my studs, don’t stop being around me, please.” His eyes became glossy as tears formed in them, he felt awful about what he had said, the guilt ate at him as he realized how she must’ve felt, he had hurt her feelings and made her doubt his love for her, something that he never wanted her to do, he loved her to the moon and back and wanted to spend his life with her, he didn’t want her to feel like she was being a bother to him. “Please… just tell me if I went too far.”
“Why are you crying?” (Y/n) whispers not trusting her own voice.
“Because I fucked up,” Lando says, this time she pulled him closer to her.
“It’s okay, I overreacted.” (Y/n) says trying to reassure him.
“No, no don’t say that I was being rude to you,” Lando says, the washing machine beeps causing them to pull away from each other. “I can’t believe you washed the clothes because I upset you.” He steps towards the machine and opened it, only to see that it was all his clothes that she had taken over the years from him, he felt his heart drop as he released what she wanted to do. “No, no, no, you’re not gonna put them back in my closet.” He quickly pulled them out the machine and tossed them into the dryer. “I’m gonna fix this, I’m gonna fix the smell, I hate this laundry detergent smell on it.” He mutters as he turns the machine on before facing her again. “Come on, let me go make it up to you, let’s just relax for the rest of the day, get in bed, take a bath together or something.” He took hold of her hand and pulled her out the laundry room. “But first I’m gonna find another hoodie right now, I want you in my clothes, (Y/n), and nothing else.”
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