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f1rodrigo · 2 months

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the mclaren boy mystery | part two

l. norris / o. piastri

summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna a/n: sorry this took a little longer than i expected! it was so fun to make though. i didn't want to say who she's actually with because i feel like it's fun for the readers to have to figure that out too! so please share any guesses you have lol i'm interested to see what people think the outcome will be. hope you enjoy and thank you sm for reading<3

part one | sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

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yourusername happy birthday to my favorite brother, i love you and am so grateful to know i have someone in my life who looks after me like you do<3 here's my fav pics of us of course they're all racing related lol, our first love

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yourbrother "my favorite brother"... As far as I know I am your only brother 😐

⤷ yourusername 🥱🥱🥱🥱 technicalities

yourbrother Thank you least favorite sister, miss those days. Have to get back out on the karting track, been too long since I've beaten you

⤷ yourusername been too long since you've been beaten, you mean?

⤷ yourbrother Yeah, yeah we'll let the track times speak for themselves

⤷ user1 ok but we have to admit the brother sister banter is kind of adorable

⤷ user2 no bc she seems so sweet 😭

user3 nah because what is max verstappen doing in this girls likes now????

⤷ user4 and the plot thickens 😯

user5 she saw everyone calling her a fake f1 fan and said take a look at this

user6 yn hater club how you guys feeling right about now

⤷ user7 🤡🤡🤡🤡

user8 honestly kind of hope she's dating one of them

⤷ user9 yall switch up so fast please 😭😭

user10 seriously..... you HAD to only post f1 related photos lmfao so totally pandering to the landoscar fans

user11 f1 school of wags next graduate

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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!! couldn't have asked for a better race, congrats @/oscarpiastri and a huge thanks as always to @/mclaren 🧡

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user1 I SAY THATS MY BABY AND IM SO PROUD 😭

user2 mclaren double podium... oh i used to pray for times like these

user3 oscar piastri you are insane omfg

user4 MY POOKIES LOOK AT THEM !!!!!!!!! 🫂

user5 save me landoscar SAVE ME

yourusername jumping up and down screaming and crying losing my mind

⤷ landonorris you should probably get that checked out....

⤷ user6 THATS IT, ITS YN AND LANDO IM CALLING IT

⤷ user7 nah nah nah this is so giving gf of the bestie banter

⤷ user8 agreed hopping on the oscaryn train 💪🏻

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yourusername added to their story

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yourusername qatar gp smiles <3 practice timeeee

📸 @/kellypiquet

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kellypiquet so beautiful

⤷ yourusername all you

landonorris eye spy a mclaren car down there?

⤷ yourusername ? i just see a tractor

⤷ landonorris not funny. 😐

⤷ yourusername i certainly laughed

⤷ oscarpiastri same actually

⤷ user1 i dont know how much longer i can take this

⤷ user2 GUYSSSS i am telling you its so oscaryn

⤷ user3 WHAT literally look at the Proof its so landoyn 🥱

⤷ user4 i am giggling we're literally in a shipwar

user5 she's so pretty i'm sorry guys i love her 😵‍💫

⤷ user6 well yes!

user7 patiently waiting for one of the mcl boys to main feed post her then we know for sure ‼️

⤷ user8 at this rate it still won't clear anything up

lilymhe miss u beautiful

⤷ yourusername omg i miss u more ms lily

⤷ user9 she has The wag stamp of approval WE MOVE!

user10 theres four e's at the end of 'time'....... landos number is 4 i've got it guys 😃😃

⤷ user11 seek medical attention STAT

⤷ user12 bro thinks this is a taylor swift album release

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yourusername oscar piastri sprint race winner AND mclaren double podium, better start calling me the good luck charm

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user1 nah bc you're onto something.....

user2 she can't be serious 😐

⤷ user3 well no shit it's just an instagram caption

user4 i cannot be the only one who finds the caption extremely weird

⤷ user5 nah i'm with you i've never liked her 🙄

⤷ user6 its just so odd like forcing yourself into the mclaren narrative completely taking away from the boys achievements writing it off as your own doing...

⤷ user7 omfg yall are so dramatic just say you're jealous they're not dating you lmfao

⤷ user8 no fr because it is not that serious it's clearly a joke like she loves them cmon now

mclaren BRB getting your paddock passes for the duration of the season

⤷ yourusername i'm giggling, i love you guys 😙

⤷ user9 see mclaren is fine with it so yall should be too

⤷ user10 now i'm going to need all the haters to sit DOWN and shut the fuck UP

oscarpiastri wait can you send me that picture

⤷ yourusername i literally did already but okay

⤷ oscarpiastri ok could do with less attitude

⤷ yourusername you have not seen real attitude piastri

⤷ oscarpiastri 😧

⤷ user11 i think this just converted me to team oscar

⤷ user12 nah this is literally landoyn confirmation

landonorris 🍀

⤷ user13 i am picking up what he's putting down

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part one | sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

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agendabymooner · 5 months

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☏ LATE NIGHT TALKING, op81 voicemail blurb (18+)

☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: late at night, oscar sends a voicemail to his partner about missing them. it was a welcome voicemail, to say the least.

content warning: explicit language, smut (minors dni!), mentions of sexual acts, masturbation (m), dialogue heavy, blurb, dirty talking!oscar, my guy oscar is down bad

note: MY HANDS SLIPPED IM SORRY (i think about his voice a lot). did i just make this? yes. is it because i’m thinking about him? yes. this is probably going to be a one-off unless i feel like i should do more or if people like it lol

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“hey baby. i- uh, it’s 11 pm here in qatar right now. i’m not sure if you saw the race but it was exhausting.” his breath shuddered. fabrics were torn off his body.

“it was a good sprint— i’m sure you saw that. you congratulated me.” he chuckled deeply. “but right now— it’s just extremely exhausting. qatar’s humid. the warmth is disgusting— i took shower more than i should’ve. but i did.”

“now i’m just here in bed and… yeah. i hope you’ve had a good day. i’m certain you did— it’s just uh… ah… i can’t go to sleep.”

“‘ve just been thinking about you,” oscar mumbled, “haven’t seen you for weeks— and not even our videos did any justice.”

“‘s like i need to talk to you in order to get off,” he chuckled, precum leaking out of his cock as he stroked his length with his right hand. “if this day wasn’t as languid you probably would’ve gotten up already— you’re always eager to see me fuck myself with my own hands. you know nobody can stroke me like you do.”

“i- ah,” he moaned quietly, “i’m just thinkin’ about your mouth and the way your tongue would lick at the tip— ‘m rubbing it like how you’d tease me. but i can’t help it.”

“i’d stroke it fast and hard now but all i seem to think about is you and how you’d tease me,” he grunted quietly. “wish it’s your mouth, baby. god~ i wish it’s you sucking my cock right now.”

“but i suppose i have to be patient huh,” he chuckled breathlessly. “good things come to those who wait~ or whatever the fuck they say.”

“but right now i’m just gonna think about you,” he uttered quietly. “i’m gonna think about how you whine and cry about your hole not getting fucked— then i’ll cum to the thought of you getting stuffed full by me.”

“for now, enjoy your day, hm? i’ll talk to you soon. i love you.”

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lxm-memories · 2 years

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ahh I saw requests were open so I was wondering if you could write HCs for luxiem boys turned into their respective animals somehow by accident (like Mysta=fox, shu=penguin LOL) and the reader finding them, realizing it's them and proceeding to take care of them until finding a way to turn them back? it's oddly specific ':) so if not that totally okay!!

the boys turned into an animal w/ luxiem

✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]

✧ content: fluffy headcanons, shu being in every headcanon because he's the catalyst to this disaster, some boys being jealous over the affection they get as animals but not as humans lmao - overall softness

✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.

✧ a/n: omg anon your brain. i do not know when the headcanons became 9 points each, but i hope you guys don't mind. everything was nice and cute until vox part came up, i don't know what the hell happened there so be a witness to my brain coming to a halt as i wrote his part.

✧ Did not expect to turn into a penguin when he first started to toy around with his newly developed magical formulas and spells.

✧ Is what he's trying to explain to you, but when all you can hear and see is just the desperate flapping of flippers and quacks coming from what you presume is your boyfriend you can only blink down at him with a whisper of his name, "Shu... Please don't tell me that the penguin I'm looking at right now is you."

✧ When said penguin goes stiff as a board before trying to shake its head, you let out another sigh before crouching down to his level, "So, please do tell me there's a time limit to this spell? Assuming you haven't accidentally managed to curse yourself to forever be a penguin until you get a true love's kiss? I'm not particulary fond of kissing a penguin, ya know."

✧ He lets out quite the loud squeak in what you can only assume is an offensive hoot, "Oh you cannot be offended at me right now, first of all, how can I even kiss you with that beak of yours? Second of all, when I asked if you would love me if I was a worm you only stared at me and told me that I would just be a worm at that point!" you huff with a pout, bringing a hand up to stroke his soft head. "So? Will I be able to wake up to your naked, but human body next to me tomorrow if time passes or are you going to make me call a certain witch to ask for help?" you ask softly.

✧ And perhaps it's because of how worried you genuinely sound now, but the penguin (which is also your boyfriend, but at the moment you can't see anything but a penguin) tilts its head before ducking beneath your arm to rub its cheek against your side. Ah, even as a penguin your boyfriend will still try to comfort you.

✧ Smiling, you heave the penguin onto your lap before wrapping your arms around it's oval stature, continuing to pet the soft matted fur. "Mmm, thanks Shu. But also, please quack once if the spell will eventually pass on its own or quack twice if I need to call Millie." and like the good boyfriend turned penguin he is, Shu obeys your request and quacks once.

✧ And with that confirmed you try to get back to your daily life, but while recording Shu who has taken every advantage of being a penguin to do things that he wouldn't do as a human. Like gliding on the floor instead of walking, to which you have numerous videos of because even you could tell your sorcerer had the time of his life with the friction. And instead of sitting on the kitchen stools, he would instead just stand in all his penguin glory on the counter, quacking back at you when you told him to still hold some sort of decency.

✧ When you open your eyes the next morning to see Shu's bare back and a very much human hand rub the back of his neck however? You almost cry tears of relief. And when Shu feels your fingertips graze his lower back, he turns around to give you a smile, a smile that dies down quickly when he sees the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, "Hey, hey, hey," he murmurs, dipping back down to the bed to cradle your face, "Why are you already tearing up? I thought you enjoyed seeing me as a penguin and being silly?"

✧ You only reply by wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into the crook of his neck, sighing upon feeling the warmth of his body against yours, "It was enjoyable and fun yeah, because I also knew you would turn back so I didn't need to worry. But I wouldn't be able to hug you and feel you like this if you stayed like a penguin," you say, pressing yourself closer to Shu who just ran his fingers back and down the spine of your back, "Let alone kiss you," you murmur quickly, Shu letting out a laugh at that, "You're so needy, I was only in that form for a day," he remarks, pulling away to instead lean his face closer to yours, breath fanning across your lips. "But want me to help you remember how my actual body feels like against yours then?"

✧ ".... I don't remember owning a cat," you say after a few minutes of silence, still staring at the cat who was very much staring back at you with wide eyes. Shu fiddling his thumbs at the side while looking everywhere, but at you. "Unless that cat is someone I know very well," you drawl out, eyeing the sorcerer.

✧ "Please don't tell me that's Ike," you speak with a smile, gathering the cat up who was very pliant in your arms and rubbing your noise against theirs. "That is Ike," Shu confirms and you let out a laugh, "I'm not even going to ask how or why it came to this, so just answer me this one question, Shu," cradling Ike in your arms before turning to his friend, "How long can I keep him in this form?" and with that you hear a surprised meow and a quick scratch to your arm.

✧ "Ikey ~ Ike, my goodest, sweetest novelist boyfriend, why don't you crawl out from the couch and into your lovers arms? We haven't vaccumed there in weeks so it must be dusty, hmm?" bending down to peek at the gap, you stifle a laugh at the glare your boyfriend turned cat gives you.

✧ To which your only response is a hiss. Well, it was a very valid reaction being that you had gushed over how cute he is in that cat form to Shu after the sorcerer had told you how long it would take before the spell would be undone. Cuddling and kissing Ike all over his small cat frame for what he felt like was hours on end. He did not know you were such a cat person.

✧ Or maybe it was because it was him? Just as a cat? He assumes that's the reason, but your affection is starting to wear him out, "Ikey, please come out?" his ears perk up when he hears the sad tone to your voice, turning his head around to be come face to face with your downturned lips formed into a pout.

✧ Oh dear god this must be some sort of cat sense inside him, because he knows he would usually be able to brush off your fake attempts to get something out of him - but right now it feels like doom is upon him and the world will end if he doesn't come to your side right this instant.

✧ So he lets out a small purr, crawling over to you from underneath the couch and shaking his body from any dust that has accumulated upon his grey fur before pawing at your knee. His need to scratch you however comes back at full force when you tackle him into another hug, Ike hissing at the sheer force you pulled him in with.

✧ You're greeted by the sight of Ike's bare arms the next morning, blinking a few times before your gaze redirects themselves to stare into your lovers green hues. A soft smile grazes your lips, "Welcome back, Ike! How was your day of being a cat? Oh, are you hungry? If I remember I'm supposed to make breakfast today, so how about I-" as you get ready to head out of bed, you're interrupted mid sentence by a hand yanking you back down and you soon find yourself underneath the novelist, confusedly blinking up at his pouting expression, "... Get breakfast ready while you put on some clothes."

✧ "How come you give me so many cuddles and hugs when I'm a cat, but the moment I'm actually back to being a human and can recopirate all those gestures, you're so quick to leave?" he mutters, and you stare at him in disbelief before a loud laugh slips away from your mouth, your lovers cheeks growing red, but pout still there, "I'm sorry, are you jealous over yourself right now?" you say with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, "Naaw, my little Ike is jealous, however can I make up for this gruesome feeling you're feeling, love?" you wonder, the novelist rolling his eyes at your teasing, "Oh be quiet already," he mutters, leaning down to finally connect your lips.

✧ "Shu? I'm sorry I'm late! I got your message, why did you want me to meet up at Luca's base out of all places, you know the narrow street is hard to navigate- What the hell is a lion doing here?!" you squeak, throwing yourself back to the door you just closed.

✧ Said sorcerer only stands to the side, rubbing his temples with one hand while keeping the lions mouth shut with his other, "And how has that lion not bitten your hand off? When did Luca get a lion? How did he even get it all the way, speaking of which where is that idiot?" you panic, and Shu just hums in defeat, "You're staring at him."

✧ And at that you stop, your panic momentarily ceased as you stare at the lion who is wagging it's tail cutely, "I'm what?" you ask once again, and Shu lets the lions mouth go and the moment his hands are off the lion, said creature is already running towards you, not at all caring about your terrified shriek. "That lion is Luca." Shu says once more, waving his hand in the air, "It's a long story, but if we want to get him back I'll have to get a few ingredients ready, shouldn't take me more than a day, but in that time please just keep him company?"

✧ "I- easier said than done?! I can take care of Luca in his human form, but not as a lion?!" you squeak, Shu just clasping his hands in apology, "It's the same principle! Just, hold out for a few hours," and he's gone in a burst of flames before you can grab a hold of him, and you're left with a lion that resembles too much of a golden retriever nuzzling your neck.

✧ You didn't expect that your meeting with Luca after 3 weeks apart because of his work would end up with a lion attatched to your whole body. But here you are, in his headquarters, trying to pry off Luca the lion away from your body while he just growls at his closest henchmen who is honestly just doing their job, "Luca, please I cannot drag you through the streets when you're a damn lion at the moment, I'll only be out for maximum half an hour, I promise!" you try to reason, but maybe it's because he's a lion now, but Luca has become way more territorial, and in the end you find yourself underneath him once again while he growls at his henchmen - to which you only give them an apologetic look for.

✧ "I think I'll be fine, I think it would be safer for you two as well to stay right outside the door, but would you mind grabbing the food I had ordered in my stead?" you ask with an apologetic smile, the two guards just nodding in understanding.

✧ And it's like a switch turns in Luca's brain upon knowing the only people in the room are the two of you because he's back to acting much more like a dog than the ferocious lion you witnessed a few minutes prior, "God, what do I do with you, hmm?" you murmur, stroking his mane and ruffling it, Luca letting out a purr at the affection he's getting.

✧ Luckily for you, Luca only seems to want to be as close to you as possible instead of walking around the headquarters and scaring his other employees, baring his fangs and growling at whoever enters the door. Even at poor Shu who came back half a day later with whatever a small vial, eyebrows raising in curiosity at the animalistic behaviour, "Ohh, so the traits of a lion manifests faster than any other animal, that's nice to know," he murmurs, throwing you the vial before Luca can pounce at him, "Try to force every drop in it to him and he should be back by the time you wake up again."

✧ And true to his words, you're abruptly woken up by Luca shaking you awake the next morning, "Babe?! Oh my god I'm so sorry for how I acted yesterday, are you hurt?" Luca rambles on, shaking your half-awake body while you're still trying to wake up. Still groggy and tired from trying to restrain a grown up lion all day yesterday, you only glare at your lover who halts in his movements at your sour mood, "Luca, sweetie." you warn with a smile, pulling him down on the bed before climbing on top of him lay your head on his chest, "I'm fine, but right now I would rather want to sleep knowing you're back in your muscular glory instead of answering your questions." If you had to haul around a big lion half the day, Luca can survive staying still for a few more hours as you sleep.

✧ "Oh my god, Mysta?" you squeal, picking up the fox with excitement, but the only response you get from the orange colored animal is a snarl of annoyance, to which you only smile wider at, "Shu I don't know what you did, but please let me have this version of Mysta for at least a day," and the fox in your arm thrashes around at that, trying to break free from your iron grip.

✧ Shu laughs nervously, already sensing the panic in his friends movements and as much as he want to help Mysta, he has other things on the agenda for today, "I'm sorry Mysta... The curse will last for at most a day given how little magic I put into it. He can still eat the things he eats, but he may display a few more traits that's more noticeable in a fox," and before Mysta can jump away from your grip and run to Shu, the sorcerer had already teleported away, leaving the detective in your grasp.

✧ And as Mysta is jokingly squealing from Shu's betrayal, his more elevated hearing senses tunes into your small sniffle. Head snapping to your expression which has turned somber, "Is being around me that bad in that form, Mysta?" you ask in a whisper, and that's when the gears in Mysta's head turn at what Shu had mentioned before he left.

✧ Shu mentioning the more prominent fox traits wasn't meant for you, it was meant as a warning to Mysta himself. Because as much as Mysta knows you're joking, he can even see that devilish little smile painting your lips as you somehow manage to squeeze some tears out. But Mystas poor heart is still torn at the small sniffle that sounded all too convincing and his heart and soul literally hurts thinking that he caused you that "pain".

✧ So the little fox cradled in your arms furiously shakes it's head, pawing at your shirt to nuzzle his whole face against your neck. Even going the length to wipe your tears away with his tongue, and all you can do is laugh at Mysta's desperate attempts to quell whatever "sadness" you were feeling.

✧ And all you can do is just stare down at the panicking fox in your arms with a smile, "God, even as an actual fox you still act like normal, I don't know if that's endearing or fascinating," you tell him with a laugh. And Mysta the fox only glares at you before swiping at your cheek, you yelping in pain and the fox taking the chance to jump away from your hold. Mysta trots a bit ahead of you, orange tail swishing slightly before he stops to stare at you. And a few minutes passes before you can see a wide smile grazing his lower face and another squeak emanating from him before he runs off, "... Nevermind what I said, you looked like a hyena there."

✧ So a day you thought would turn out to be quite humorous and sweet, ended up being a battle for your life as Mysta had somehow become even more mischevious as a fox with the knowledge that it would be way harder for you to grab him and give him a scolding. Knocking over bowls, splashing you with water as you were doing the dishes, laying on your face when you were taking a nap even, the list goes on.

✧ By the time night rolls around, you're already exhausted, slumping down on the bed with Mysta jumping to his side with a smirk, "God, how can you look more insufferable as a fox, but just as adorable?" you huff, cuddling into the blanket, "Anyway, if the curse isn't broken by the time I wake up I'm cursing Shu himself," you murmurs, stretching out a hand to pat Mysta on the head, "G'night, love ya."

✧ Sure enough, when you blink your eyes open the next morning, you feel a familiar pair of arms around your waist and a familiar weight on your chest. Looking down you see Mysta happily snoring away while nuzzling into your chest. And the sight would've been cute, and you would've probably woken him up like you usually did. But yesterday events flash through your mind and before you know it you're pulling your lovers cheeks harshly from both sides, jolting Mysta awake as he screeches, "Wha was that fo-" he tries to murmur, but you only give him a close eyed smile as you stare him down, "Oh you thought you were safe? I have a bit of payback to give you from yesterday's torture." you say, grin spreading wider as Mysta gulps.

✧ "... I'll be completely honest, I think you could just let him stay like this and he would be content," you say after a minute of silence of you and Shu staring at the very big gorilla in the living room. The couches turned over and the table flipped upside down.

✧ "Why do I believe you?" Shu says with a defeated laugh, voice a tad bit higher than usual with how Vox hasn't stopped hollering and making noises ever since he had a chance to take a good look at himself in the mirror, "... Do we just leave him here?"

✧ "... As much as I want to, I'm also afraid he's going to run down the streets and suddenly I have animal control knocking on my door," you sigh, turning to look at the sorcerer who only chuckles nervously, "Is there anything I should look out for?"

✧ Shu shakes his head, and you admire his ability to stay calm when Vox is literally picking him up and putting him on his shoulders with what you assume is a laugh before walking around, "Nah, the spell shouldn't last for more than half a day with how his demonic energy can probably repel it, and he still has his consciousness and very functioning brain, so he is able to understand us, ain't that right Vox?" the gorilla in question hollers in response.

✧ "If anything I feel like this would just spur on his DnD obsession," you sigh, flipping the table back over before shoving it to a corner, "Thanks, Shu. I think I can take care of it from here. Half a day doesn't sound so bad, it's just 12 hours. I'm sure I can wrangle with a gorilla and not break all my bones by then," you joke with dry laugh, waving goodbye as Shu poofs away, leaving you alone with your demon turned into a gorilla, "Well then, how do I entertain a demon inside a gorilla body?"

✧ 6 hours into the 12 hours, you're wondering if you're handling a dog more than a gorilla. Somehow, you've kept Vox entertained by just throwing a ball into the hallway and making him fetch it back to you, your lover somehow managing to make the whole session interesting by doing something different each time. First it was running, then it was trying to walk like a gentleman... As a gorilla? And then he tried to roll all the way, and everytime he bumped into a wall he would would walk back to you, before rolling again.

✧ You have it on tape, it's interesting to say the least, and the rest of your friends think so as well with how Luca hasn't stopped laughing every since he had asked you to facetime him so he could see it firsthand. It's only when you bid Luca goodbye that you realize that Vox is in your face, which makes you screech in sheer surprise at seeing him so close, "Jesus christ, Vox?!" you yelp.

✧ And Vox only laughs, wait laughs? Blinking, you tilt your head once you see his long locks again, golden eyes staring into your own and that's when you realize your demon boyriend is back in his human form. Very much not gorilla, but naked as a gorilla in the middle of the day, "Put on some clothes, you're naked as the day you were born."

✧ "Oh, come on you've seen me naked plenty of times before, no use being embarassed about this now love," Vox jokes, grabbing the pile of clothes you left to the side to give when he turned back, "Wait, it hasn't even been half a day, how come you turned back quicker?" you question, Vox staring at you before a smirk grazes his lips, "My love you forget that I'm a demon, I could've turned back whenever I wanted after the first hour where Shu's magic had the strongest effect. I just didn't want to," he says with a chuckle, "I just wanted to see how flustered you would be, but when you stopped paying attention to me in favor of talking to Luca, I figured it would be nigh time to turn back," he finishes, making you blink a couple of times to process the situation, "... So, you turned back into a human because you were jealous?" Vox only stops in his tracks, before he leans back up and goes to the kitchen, "Anyway, what do you want for dinner?"

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bvidzsoo · 5 months

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Drive to Survive

⫻Formula One Racer!Hongjoong⫻

TW: nothing, except similarities to the 2021 season lol

Word count: 3,2k

A/N: So, I did something, again...*sigh*. This is for you Orsi bestie, I hope it reaches your expectations lol. This is like the 2021 F1 season without the injustice---anyways, I'm not here to get murdered by the F1 fandom, love y'all. Can't believe I wrote a Red Bull driver story, ew lol. Hope you all enjoy, and feedback is appreciated!!

It had been a gut-wrenching and nerve wrecking season this year’s fight for the championship. At times, I couldn’t help but wonder how Hongjoong was doing it all—keeping his mental health in check and letting loose at times while completely focusing on winning first place as many times as he could, securing himself in the Driver’s Championship. It was truly difficult. The car was very good, everything having ran smoothly after the summer break when a few final adjustments and changes had been done to the automobile, making the Red Bulls the quickest on the grid. However, Kang Yeosang, his biggest rival at the moment sat in an equal machinery, closely following Hongjoong on his tail. Each Grand Prix resulted with the two battling for first position in the driver’s standings, sometimes resulting in disqualifying the other by an incident—or in worst case scenario, by crashing into each other. Watching Hongjoong’s car get almost flipped as it went over Yeosang’s car had been one of the most horrific moments of my life, heart clenching and heartbeat halting as my breath caught in my throat, eyes wide in terror as all I could do was watch my fiancé through the screen of the TV, unable to do anything as I was seated between the mechanics in the Red Bull garage. It was an involuntary action as I jumped up to my feet with a loud gasp, everyone tense around me as we watched Hongjoong’s car glide over Yeosang’s, getting halfway suspended over it. Nobody moved nor breathed. I could see Yeosang moving as the camera zoomed in on them, thankfully he seemed to be fine, the halo around the car having protected his head from anything severe, but Hongjoong still gave no signs of life. I could feel my hands tremble as I looked at the mechanic next to me helplessly, who’s face looked just as worried as mine. And then, there came the shout from someone who stood next to Hongjoong’s engineer, letting us know that Hongjoong spoke on the radio and said that he was fine, slightly sore. Everything that happened afterwards was a blur, my head felt in a haze as Hongjoong was taken to the local hospital for a regular check-up to make sure he suffered no serious injuries. I was rushed to the hospital with him and after he was taken to a private room to rest for a bit, I was finally allowed to see him. I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh and pause in the doorway as Hongjoong was lazily flicking through the TV channels, probably searching for the one broadcasting the Formula One race still on-going. Upon hearing the door open, he turned his head and looked at me, features instantly softening when he saw my face. I couldn’t help but rush up to him and almost fall into his arms as he had opened them, waiting for me to reach him. The tears escaped my eyes involuntarily as I buried my head in Hongjoong’s neck, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with sweat. Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around me tightly and he started rubbing up and down my back, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“I’m alright, don’t cry.” He whispered, voice soft and I sniffed, my body finally relaxing. He was fine, he was holding me in his arms. He was breathing, talking, and hugging me. He was alive, and that’s what mattered, “I’m sorry for scaring you this much. The crash wasn’t as harsh as it seemed on TV, I’ve seen the replays.”

I shook my head and allowed my hand to raise to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his smooth hair, “Hongjoong, it looked horrible. I—I was so scared. I don’t ever again want to see you get into a crash. You have to be more careful, let Yeosang pass if you see he’s being aggressive—”

“That won’t happen, darling, you know I can’t let him pass.” Hongjoong’s voice hardened slightly at the mention of his rival, “If he wants to race hard, then we will race hard, I’m not the one to back down.”

“Look where it got you!” I pulled my head back, eyebrows furrowed as I stared into Hongjoong’s cat-like eyes. His own eyebrows were furrowed but he just sighed, averting his gaze.

“I’m alive, Y/N, it’s all that matters.” I couldn’t help but shudder at his words and Hongjoong noticed, face instantly morphing into regret. I couldn’t even fathom the thought of losing him to a fatal crash. He wouldn’t be the first, nor the last. Formula One was a dangerous sport, and your life was the only one at stake, “Sorry.”

Hongjoong muttered and I just shook my head, letting out a long sigh. He offered me a warm smile as he cupped my cheek and leaned down, pulling my head closer to his. My eyes fluttered close as Hongjoong’s warm lips pressed against mine and he kissed me tenderly, pouring an apology and a promise into the kiss. He was sorry, and he’d be more careful. I could live with that, even if I knew Hongjoong was a ruthless racer, fearless. His driving style set him apart from everyone, sharp in the corners and quick on the straights, not many could catch up to him. His defense was crazy and he always found the impossible spots for overtakes, making them possible, halting everyone’s heartbeats who were cheering for him. He was exceptional, legendary. People knew his name. People loved him and rooted for him. Some people even wanted to be him…or to be with him. But Hongjoong is a humble man, proud of what he has achieved so far and even more hard working and determined to earn more and more. And he is loyal, loving, and caring. Always by my side and on my side, shielding me from blind hatred and senseless drama. He had everything he wanted and needed, many envied him for that. Yet, Hongjoong only had one goal in his mind: win his first Championship. Become the Captain everyone seemed to be calling him, leader of his generation, an icon in motor racing. And all I could do was stand by his side and encourage him, bring him up when he felt like he couldn’t go anymore, comfort him when things went south and most importantly…love him for who he was. I smiled into the kiss as Hongjoong started rubbing my cheek lovingly, reassuring me that he was here and that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

But the game never stops nor does the race, not until the season ends. And today was the final Grand Prix, in Abu Dhabi, the last race which would go down in the history books, often talked about, always remembered. Yeosang and Hongjoong had equal points. However wins tonight, becomes the World Champion. It would be Yeosang’s second, and Hongjoong’s first title. The tension was palpable in the air and everyone in the garage was tense as everything was set up for the race. Hongjoong was placing his weight from one leg to another, jaw clenching and unclenching often. He looked mad, but he was only nervous. I knew him well, I could read him like the back of my hand. He was wearing his dark blue undies, the color specific to the Red Bull Racing team, with his overalls hanging low on his hips, the sleeves tied around it to keep it more in place. His costume was tight fitting, accentuating each muscle and curve of his body, his abs slightly defined by the shirt he was wearing. He had recently dyed his hair a darker purple, but it has faded out and now looked closer to the color of a grape. I watched from distance as he spoke to one of his mechanic’s, eyebrows furrowed and pointing at something on the car. He was frustrated, grip tightening around the Red Bull can he had to drink water from in order to show off the sponsor. The mechanic seemed to be a bit lost and I could see Hongjoong’s frustration morph slowly into irritation and anger, so I decided to step in quickly as I walked up to them. I allowed my hand to sneak up on his shoulder and squeeze lightly in order to get his attention. Hongjoong looked at me from the corner of his eyes before sighing and looking at the mechanic defeated.

“Fine, do as you think is best, but if I lose tonight—know it’s on you.” And then Hongjoong walked off to his PR manager, who was calling for him as he had to do one last interview before the race would start. The mechanic looked rather pale as I looked at him and offered him a small smile.

“He’s just very stressed, he didn’t mean that.” I reassured the mechanic, but it didn’t seem to work so I tried again, “Hongjoong will win tonight.”

“Yeah, he better.” The mechanic muttered before walking off and I went back to my seat, watching Hongjoong again as he spoke to the reporter, still looking irritated but hiding it well with a few charming smiles and light chuckles. I tried to keep it together for him, but I was a nervous wreck. The last three nights have been almost sleepless for the both of us, Hongjoong tossing and turning every few minutes as sleep never caught up with him. I would’ve been able to sleep, but I quickly absorbed his mood and it turned me restless too, leading to a few really bad nights as Hongjoong and I had to sleep in separate rooms, too on edge around each other. There was nothing wrong, it’s just that we were too in tune with each other’s feelings, and if I was feeling anxious it could throw him off his concentration and turn him into a nervous wreck as well, in such dire situation, such thing like that wasn’t allowed. Hongjoong had to fully commit and focus, his eyes set on the prize already. As he finished the interview he quickly pulled on his dark blue overall and zipped it up, headed my way. I smiled at him warmly and he stopped across from me, the high table between our bodies putting a distance between us. He fumbled with his fingers and I knew he didn’t know what to say, he was just in need of a little comfort. So, I reached across the table and held his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. No words needed to be exchanged as Hongjoong sighed loudly, Yeosang’s laughter echoing around the garage as he had passed by the Red Bull garage with his engineer and two mechanics. Yeosang seemed to be dealing a lot better with tonight’s stressful Grand Prix, but we paid him no mind as Hongjoong rounded the high table and came closer to me, fingers intertwining with mine. The cold Ruby of my engagement ring pressed into my flesh and I felt Hongjoong play with it, a habit which always seemed to calm him down a bit. I beamed up at him and it made Hongjoong smile as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against my forehead. I sighed in contentment as he pulled back, determination glossing over his eyes. There he was, my little racer.

“I love you.” I whispered to him as Hongjoong smirked, pulling his shoulders back and letting go of my hand. He shook his arms out and cracked his neck, going to the side to stretch as he sent me a flying kiss, making me giggle.

The loud roaring of men around me deafened me for a few seconds, mouth hung open and eyes wide like two saucers as I stared at the TV screen, my heartbeat probably non-existent at this point. My hands were shaking, my body was shivering, my eyes were filling with tears. My stomach was twisting and despite standing up, my right leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. My arms were thrown behind my head as I gripped onto my nape, biting my lower lip as anxiety coursed through my veins, adrenaline flowing in my bloodstream. All throughout the race it has been a cat and mouse game between Yeosang and Hongjoong. One time one was ahead, then the other, constantly battling for that first place. I couldn’t imagine what Hongjoong was currently feeling, but I knew I was on the brink of passing out. The cheers of the men around me were due to Hongjoong overtaking Yeosang in the second to last corner, having braked later. It was the last lap of the Grand Prix, everything mattered right now. Every little twitch of the wheel, a little slip of the car or of your attention. I couldn’t help but yelp as Yeosang gained advantage on Hongjoong again, the front wing of his car almost bumping into the back of Hongjoong’s as Yeosang drove aggressively, but Hongjoong defended just as fiercely. Hongjoong’s brother was a mess next to me as he kept cursing, their parents clutching each other’s hands as Hongjoong’s mother kept closing her eyes, muttering a prayer every once in a while. His father despite looking composed was shaking worse than me, eyes constantly wide as he gazed up at the big screen of the TV. My breath caught in my throat as Yeosang and Hongjoong took the last turn, Yeosang’s car slightly more ahead in the corner as he Hongjoong miscalculated the turn for some reason, and a collective gasp broke through the garage as Yeosang was now more ahead with his front wing. Nobody moved, nobody said anything as the cars sped towards the finish line, checkered flag waved crazily in the air, everyone excited for the outcome. And then, Yeosang’s car slightly lost its back, but it wasn’t anything vital as he quickly regained control and continued on pushing as if nothing happened. However, this allowed Hongjoong to slightly pass him, his front wing passing Yeosang’s, cars dangerously close side by side as they raced towards the finish line. And there it was, the victory right in front of their hands as they both crossed the finish line, seemingly in the same position, neither more forward nor backward than the other. I felt my body go limp as everyone went quiet, even the commentators, awaiting for the result. The picture came only seconds later, sent in by the race juries, broadcasted upon everyone’s screens as I could hear Hongjoong’s engineer scream into their radio from his place from the pit wall.

“Hongjoong! You’re World Champion! Kim Hongjoong, you have won!”

And then, everyone screamed and jumped up, female and male voices mixing together as the grandstands broke into a roar of Hongjoong’s name, the fireworks going off and putting an end to this exhausting season. I barely realized, mind in shock and body frozen mid-yelp, as my body was lifted off the ground and I was whirled around as Hongjoong’s brother clutched me, cheering loudly as both of their parents cried. I couldn’t help but follow them, bawling my eyes out as I started laughing, Hongjoong’s brother carefully placing me down as the mechanics and the Red Bull team gathered in a circle and started shouting, hyping themselves up even more. My ears were ringing but I couldn’t really care about that as the TV showed Hongjoong’s car stopping at the finish line, Hongjoong hauling himself out of the car. My feet were moving before my mind could process what was happening, the mechanics ran through the pit and jumped over the fence as they ambushed Hongjoong, cheering and gripping onto him as he struggled to take off his helmet. I stood by the fence, wiping my tears away as Hongjoong’s brother jumped over and offered to help me over as well, his own hands shaking as he took my shaky ones in his. As my feet landed on the ground again, my eyes went to Hongjoong as he was down on his knees, forehead touching his car, body shaking. He was crying, I knew he was crying and it made me cry again as I consciously now walked towards him, his mechanics and team making space for me as I called out his name, my own raspy voice foreign to myself. I haven’t even realized I have screamed so much tonight until now.

“Hongjoong!” I called out again and he was suddenly up on his feet, sobs erupting from his mouth as his body collided against mine harshly as we ran up to each other, his arms caging me against himself in a bear hug, swaying us side to side as he continued sobbing into my neck, my own tears flowing heavier than they have been. All tension lifted from my body as I clutched onto my boyfriend with desperation, finally feeling the well deserved happiness and contentment wash over myself as I squealed, starting to jump up and down, making Hongjoong mirror me. He was laughing as he let out a loud shout of satisfaction, grabbing my thighs and bringing them around his middle as I yelped and held onto him tightly, getting whirled around as Hongjoong shouted loudly. I couldn’t help but laugh and press a messy kiss against his lips, our mouths unable to stop smiling as I felt love, adrenaline, happiness mix together and create an euphoric feeling in my brain and body.

“You’re a fucking World Champion, Kim Hongjoong!” I screamed and he threw his head back and laughed, mouth pulled into a wide smirk as his hands tightened around my thighs, “You are the World Champion!”

Hongjoong let out another deep shout as he swiftly placed me down on the ground and was instantly tackled into a tight hug by his brother then followed by their parents, the four of them huddled together as they celebrated briefly the victory of their beloved Hongjoong. And I couldn’t help but look around and take in the crowd, everyone ecstatic as they watched Hongjoong and the Red Bull team, jumping up and down and chanting his name. Proudness swelled in my chest and I pressed a hand against my heart, taking in a deep breath as I made eye contact with Yeosang, who had the tiniest smile on his lips as he stood to the side, leaning against the fence. His eyes glinted with proudness and he nodded at me with a grin as we made eye contact, making me break out into a huge smile. He knew the feeling, he was in Hongjoong’s shoes last year. It warmed my heart that despite their rivalry, Yeosang could still show some silent support towards Hongjoong. They’ve been racing together since a fragile age, deep down, both of them cared about each other, but in a sport like Formula One, such as friendship on the grid didn’t exist.

“Kim Hongjoong!” I heard the voice of the reporter boom through the speakers loudly, “First time World Champion! Takes the crown and bears its victory!”

And then I found Hongjoong’s eyes again and we grinned at each other as his trophy was carefully passed to him, Hongjoong’s hands clutching it tightly and carefully as if he was afraid anyone would try and take it away from him. But nobody could, because he was Kim Hongjoong, Red Bull Racing driver, first time World Champion. The first obstacle in his long journey had been just conquered, making way for many more to come. For many more victories to commence, happy and painful memories to follow. Kim Hongjoong, the Captain.

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hi!! the pundit!jenson/driver!seb idea has me obsessed, i cannot stop thinking about it *crying emoji* i need to know everything!!

i don’t wanna give too much of the plot away but ofc!!!!!

i already mentioned that jenson was never an f1 driver but he still tried!! he raced all the way up to 2000 (right before he entered f1) and had to stop

so officially the story will take place in 2012, the year after seb’s first championship

it’s jenson’s first year actually covering f1 though! sticking to motogp and the lower levels like formula renault for comfort reasons

he’s still friends w mark and i mention pretty early on that mark is the person who persuaded him to come to f1

pundit!jenson obviously still has a lot of knowledge about the sport first hand, especially what it’s liking growing up surrounded by it and not quite making it to the top

for those reasons his insight seems to make him more likeable than other pundits/reporters bc of experience

and we’ve all seen jenson, who doesn’t love his cheekiness and humour in interviews

bc of his personality and connection w mark he gets close to the main members of the grid, or at least familiar w them

im kinda new to f1 so i can’t guarantee that the terminology will be any accurate but here’s what will be: jenson still comes up w the britney nickname lol

(he means it affectionately)

okay now about sebson

obviously jenson’s heard about him before bc of mark’s complaining and you know, him winning a championship

but they’ve never actually met and bc of jenson’s slight aversion to the sport before the story takes place, he didn’t know what he looked like

but they meet and jenson doesn’t realize but he’s immediately entranced

seb can keep up w his humour and man what’s more important than that

they don’t interact too much in the beginning

but you know, seb enjoys jenson’s interviews along w the rest of the paddock so they get pretty comfortable w each other

uhhh then plot happens (dm me and i can tell you lol)

also most of the story will be from jenson’s pov

some side plots!!!!

after they become friends, seb will watch jenson’s interviews just to hear his voice

mark had a karting bday party that year and invited some of the grid— jenson beat half of them

(the reason that jenson stopped racing isn’t public knowledge so they kinda just thought it was bc he was bad lol)

the media starts including jenson when talking about the grid out of habit (at least when they’re talking about non-racing related topics)

jenson parties w mark and fernando the most (bc ofc he would) but never drinks too much (ooc but related to plot lol!)

uhh yeah i can’t think of anything else rn and i don’t wanna share too much publicly but yeah!!!!

also share your thoughts too!! i’d love to have someone else’s input! 🫶

this will be posted on ao3 after i finish (which might be a while sorry)

- banksway on ao3

#jenson button #sebson #sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 #formula one #op #aliferous #pundit!jenson au

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Hey, it’s me! Remember how I asked for that blurb about singlemom!reader meeting the kids and what they thought of her? Could I get that follow up of the Party babysitting Abbie? Like they thought it would be easy, but only for them to eat those words later? Oh and Steve is really smug about it. Like, see what I have to deal with when it comes to you? kind of thing. I know you did one for Max and Dustin but I would love one with the whole Party.

Oh yes, definitely! It would be complete chaos, I know it lol I can just imagine the reader having to pull Steve out the door and he’s like “I have to keep these kids from killing themselves about a dozen times a WEEK and you want to let them babysit?!” 🤣

This is going to be set when Abbie is still one, so not long after they met her. Also pretend Robin is reader in this cause even though he wasn’t in the actual scene, Steve looks so smug here lol

“Dude, why did we think this was a good idea?”

“Cause we’re idiots, that’s why,” Dustin answered his friend, exasperated.

Mike and Dustin stared horrified at the mess on the kitchen table. Containers, bottles and other mismatched stuff was spread all over the surface.

Max walked in, carrying the crying baby.

“What happened?!”

She looked as horrified as they felt.

They’d offered to babysit Abbie for you and Steve, thinking it was a breeze after she was easy to watch in the park when they first met her.

They’d all been wrong.

So, terribly wrong.

The house was trashed and it was complete chaos. Abbie was hungry, crying and screaming, it well past her time to be fed. Her face was bright as a tomato as she screamed.

“Guys she turning red!” Max cried, trying to soothe her, “It’s okay Abbie, your bottle is coming.”

She looked back at the two boys.

“Where is her bottle? I told you to come fix it for her.”

“We couldn’t find it!” Mike exclaimed, “We looked everywhere. We could only find her snacks and this powdery stuff.”

Dustin held up a can of formula as if to show her.

“Why have I been cursed to live life with you idiots?” Max rolled her eyes, “Did you check the fridge? Steve said Y/N fixed bottles for her before they left.”

Dustin and Max exchanged guilty glances.

“I can admit…we did not look there,” Dustin said.

“Well can you grab it please? Before I go deaf in this ear?”

El walked in, having found the stuffed animal Y/N had mentioned she liked.

“Want me to take her?” El asked.

She took Abbie from Max’s arms, trying to calm the baby as well, bouncing with her like she’d seen Y/N do before.

“What do we do with it? It’s cold,” Mike said, holding the bottle.

“Am I the only one who listened to the instructions Steve left us with?” Max groaned.

“Probably,” Mike said.

“Definitely. I might’ve zoned out for a minute during the middle,” Dustin said.

“He said to warm it for 30 seconds, let it cool a moment and make sure it’s not too hot before you give it to her,” El recited.

“Thank you!” Max threw up her arms, grabbing the bottle out of Mike’s hands, setting it in the microwave.

The other two joined the rest of the party in the kitchen. Lucas kept trying to make faces at Abbie to get her to calm down. Will was very unhelpful by plugging his ears.

“Someone let me know when she stops screaming!” he hollered.

“Steve’s going to kill us,” Max muttered, grabbing the warmed bottle from the microwave, testing the liquid on her wrist like Y/N had instructed.

She walked it over to El and Abbie reached for it, wrapping her hands around it as she clumsily guided it to her mouth.

Silence filled the room and all six kids let out a huge sigh of relief.

•

“You know she’s a lot cuter when she’s not screaming,” Will said.

Abbie was happily drinking her bottle, tummy finally getting food and happy as a lark. She sat back in Dustin’s lap watching a cartoon they’d turned on for her earlier.

“I agree,” Mike said, clearly relieved to have made it through the earlier meltdown.

“If you’d gotten the bottle like you were supposed to, she would’ve have freaked out,” Max pointed out.

Abbie pulled the bottle away from her mouth, babbling.

“See? She agrees. Us girls gotta stick together, don’t we Abbie?” Max said, pretending to fist bump her little hand.

She squirmed in Dustin’s lap, turning to face him. She’d been obsessed with the hat on top of his curly mop of hair, all night and she reached for it again, jabbering.

“You wanna try it on, kiddo?” he smiled, taking it off and putting it on her.

They all laughed as the hat sank over her eyes as it was too big for her. She tried to remove it or push it up out of her eyes.

“We totally got this,” Lucas beamed.

•

“We totally don’t got this,” Will groaned, shirt over his nose to block out the offensive smell.

“How can someone so little produce a smell that bad?” Lucas complained, nose in the crook of his arm.

“You guys are so pathetic,” Max said, rolling her eyes toward them, then glancing at El who was next to her at the changing table.

The brunette had her nose turned up, not that Max could blame her, but someone had to do the job. It’s not like they could leave her sitting in a dirty diaper until Steve and Y/N got home.

Mike and Dustin had opened the window in the nursery, head hanging out of it like dogs in a car.

“It’s horrible! How does Steve do this?” Dustin panted, trying to breath in the fresh air of the the early summer evening.

“Abbie’s his daughter,” Max deadpanned, “He kinda has to.”

El and Max worked as a team. El was distracting Abbie with a toy to keep her from fussing while Max worked quickly to change her diaper. Luckily for the rest of them, Max was a quick learner and figured it out—unlike the four males who refused to come within spitting distance until she was changed.

“You better be glad we’re not getting paid for this because if we were, I’d be taking a majority of the pay check,” Max retorted, “Me and El could split it and go shopping.”

“Hey, we’ve helped!” Lucas protested.

“You’ve played with her yet couldn’t get her bottle or change her,” she gave them a look.

They couldn’t argue with that.

Once she was in a fresh diaper, El picked her up, giving her her paccie to suck on and the group returned to the living room—a mess of toys they’d let Abbie pull out of her box.

“I’m exhausted,” Will groaned, collapsing on the couch.

The others had to agree. It was definitely not what they’d been expecting. The easy, carefree and cheerful toddler they’d met that first day in the park was still there, she just came with a lot more responsibilities.

•

You and Steve walked into your house, amused by the mess—it wasn’t anything the house hadn’t seen with a little girl her age.

They found the six teens sound asleep on the couch, Abbie laying on El, fast asleep too.

“You go get Abbie into bed and I’ll get the kids up,” Steve told you.

Gently, you took Abbie from El’s arms. She startled awake, afraid the baby was slipping, but smiled softly at you when she realized it was just you taking her.

“Thank you,” you smiled, not being able to do much with Abbie in your arms, other than give her a sideways hug with one arm, giving her a loving squeeze.

Steve waited until he heard the soft click of the nursery door behind you before flipping on the living room lights.

“Wakey, wakey, babysitting crew,” he called, just loud enough to make them stir.

Half of them jumped awake, the others groaned, slow to open their eyes. They saw Steve standing there, arms crossed, a smug look on his face.

“Tough night?” he teased.

“You have no idea,” Dustin groaned, sitting up.

“We’re exhausted,” Mike whined.

“Max had to rescue them all night,” El said, “She had to get her bottle and change her because they were too freaked out,” she said, motioning with a thumb to the boys.

“Not as easy as it looks, is it?” Steve asked, clearly amused.

“Between practically losing my sense of smell and my hearing, it was like chasing The Energizer Bunny all night,” Will moaned, looking as haggard and tired as his friends.

“It was rough,” Lucas added.

“Hate to break it to you guys, but it doesn’t get any easier,” Steve said.

“After all, I have to put up with you little shits on a daily basis.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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den-ai-d · 5 months

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Ooof...a decade on this site eh?

Oh no, story time incoming!

10 years and yeah, so much has happened already. Originally, I made this blog back when I was in high school as a place to post my drawings; back then, it was all just pencil drawings on paper. Looking at them now...well it was obvious I still had a long way ahead of me LOL. And to think some people assume that everyone skilled enough in art must have had some innate talent for it. CLEARLY, they don't know what they're talking about because I was terrible at it early on!

But I mean, I didn't really think that of my art, did I?

No. In fact, I'm pretty sure that kid me was very much impressed with his own works. See, that child had a very bloated ego and a high opinion of himself. You should ask his poor friends; I'm sure they'd agree that the bugger could take a few lessons on humility with how he'd be sharing all of his silly sketches to them and pontificating on and on about how nice he thinks they are. Yeah, I was an insufferable kid.

But I do think that overinflated ego of mine turned out beneficial for my growth as an artist because without it—without my love for my own art—I wouldn't have stuck to it.

And stuck to it I did.

Went to college soon after that and took a program majoring in biology. Not much of a surprising choice since I've always liked the sciences and figured it would later on give way to a stable career; funnily enough, while I was very passionate about making art, I never thought it would be a profitable source of income. But that didn't mean I'd stop doing it on my free time though! Actually, this was when I got myself my first tablet! And what better way to start my digital drawing experience than to buy a FUCKING EXPENSIVE cintiq!!! With the extra motivation coming from the monetary pressure of such a purchase, you bet your ass I used the hell out of that thing. I was so intent on making use of it that—would you look at that—I still use it to this day! (Wow, they really made those old wacom tablets to last, didn't they?)

Obviously, college work ended up taking a lot of my time so I couldn't really draw as much as I did a few years ago. There were even times when I could only make one painting throughout a whole month; a far cry to my previous output. But even so, I never wavered in thinking that making art—being an artist—was something that was part of my identity; it was something that I always will come back to, no matter how much busy I got contending with course work.

And speaking of which, fuck that! Got my first honest-to-goodness mental breakdown because of all the studying I was doing at one point. See, I'm the type of student that likes getting good grades because BIG NUMBERS so I made it a point to be studious. To the point of insanity, apparently.

Anyway, I got better eventually and it all turned out nice. Even snagged all the awards I could've gotten for my thesis by the end of it! Yes, I am bragging. I deserve it, thank you very much! (For anyone curious, it was a study about plant pigments and using them in solar cells).

After that debacle, I found myself whisked into Adulthood which meant I finally had to find a job. Guess I was lucky since I didn't really have much of a hard experience searching for one. Got accepted into a cosmetics company for a lab position. Hmm, in hindsight, I think they just wanted a fresh graduate who wouldn't demand a high salary and that was me so I got in pretty easily. And honestly, the work was AWESOME. My job ended up with me coming up with formulas for new products. I got to make lotions, shampoos, soaps (ugh, I hated that one), perfumes, toners, balms, scented candles, and—oddly enough that one time—glue! It was a wonderful experience for me since it blended my interest in science and art with how it required me to think of creative ways of applying technical solutions in order to make products that needed to look, feel, smell, and perform a certain way.

As a bonus, I even got to make stuff for myself! I was particularly fond of making creams with menthol. The soothing chill on the skin is just so nice!

It wasn't all good though. I mean the menthol was fine and dandy, I assure you, but even if I was enjoying myself with the work, it just so happens that it just wasn't giving me enough money to provide for the family. Also, there was that one time I splashed chili oil on my eye. A very eye-opening and spicy turn of events to be sure.

With the bills stressing the hell out of me, I then thought to myself: if only I had a marketable skill that I could use in my off time as a way of engaging with a hobby whilst earning money.

Yup, I started my singing career!

LOL no. I opened art commissions for the first time!

It was a very scary experience, mind you. I don't consider myself a social butterfly and the prospect of talking with other people in a transactional context was a big reason why I haven't even considered doing it all this time. Turns out being poor and running out of money outweighed such concerns. Also, my keeping up with art and posting them online all these years seemed to have payed off well; my twitter having then recently crossed over a thousand followers which meant I had a decent pool of potential clients!

And so I bumbled through my first few commissions trying to appear professional and all put together in front of my clients while consistently shitting myself on the inside. Just like all well-functioning adults!

It was October last year when I started. I figured that I wouldn't have much in way of commissioners—what with being new to the business—and that was fine since I didn't have much time to put on them anyways since I did still had to go to work on my day job. What mattered was that it gave me enough of a financial buffer so that I didn't have to worry too much about going under.

This continued to the turn of the year where I was able to juggle both my job and doing commission without much of a hassle. In fact, I noticed that people were actually really interested in getting commissions from me. So much that at one point...I actually made more money in a month than what I would've with my monthly salary! At that point, it was so over! Like, I originally was planning to at least observe how things went within this year and then decide after if I would just keep it as a side gig or go full-time with art. Turns out I was much more impulsive than I expected.

It was on a bright sunny February morning (no cinematic storm clouds in sight, unfortunately) that I decided on a lark to approach my boss at work and tell them that yup, no joke, I was gonna be leaving. I handed my resignation letter a few days later.

I would've liked to say that it was a tearful goodbye with my cherished co-workers whom I've spent the last five years of my life with but...COME ON, I barely talked with those people! Instead, it was a lukewarm farewell between people who just happened to work in proximity to each other. Eh, like I said, I wasn't much of a social butterfly and no one really made an effort to get to know me so oh well. MOVING ON!

Actually, I couldn't just up and leave because there are laws around these kinds of things so I worked there for another month but all that was a blur. Soon enough, I was officially unemployed!

So like I mentioned earlier, I full on did not expect doing art as something that would bring in much in way of income. My parents too thought the same. They said that yeah, art was a good hobby but as job? Let's be serious here! Well, turns out we were wrong all this time. With me fully dedicated to commission work, I was able to take on a larger volume of clients. Not as many as some of you go for (I'm looking at you, people who take ten or more commissions per batch, you monsters!) but enough that I was actually making a stable living! And yeah, WAY more than my now previous job. What an absolute shock to everyone involved; me most of all.

Now it's almost the end of the year, my plans having all but shattered into tiny pieces. Tiny pieces that scatter with the wind as I look back on the past ten years that has led me to where I am today. A lot of time has passed. I graduated high school, college, then got a job. Then graduated from that too. Certain people have come and gone. Some more permanent than others. I've lost friends and made new ones. Tumblr got fucked. Twitter got fucked. The world stopped for two years. For some, it's still stuck in those two years. I made glue in a lab. Almost lost an eye in a lab. I bought chips with my very own money for the first time. I loved people. Hated them too. Things have happened. Things have changed.

I certainly am very different from that kid who was having troubles fitting in with others from his class, what with being bullied and suffering through a particularly angsty teenage (oh my god I was CRINGE). A kid who often sought drawing as an escape to all of those terrible things out of his control.

I guess I'm happy I can still relate to that kid.

#den thoughts #10 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #omg an essay #what the hell #it's 5 in the morning #I wrote this for two hours #me and my pretentious ass #ugh #I'm going to bed

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bad268 · 10 months

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Jak Crawford(I LOVE HIS CURLS MORE THAN MY LIFE) So how about jak crawfors x driver!reader but the reader is the sister of jehan (around jak's age)

Bet (Jak Crawford X Daruvala! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (I tried my best, hope this isn't shit lol)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 2282

Summary: A bet on-track leads to off-track revelations and space buns.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Insider 2)

Secret relationships were my favorite. Can you hear the sarcasm? Especially when it suddenly gets harder to hide.

Jak and I have been in a relationship for just over a year after being fellow Red Bull Junior Drivers and teammates in Hitech. The only difference was that I was in F3 while he was in F2. However, at the last race, Isack Hadjar got in an accident, so I was pulled up to fill his place for the next few races.

It was Hungaroring this week, one of our favorite tracks. Both of us were strong on this track. We were doing a track walk with our team, discussing differences in certain parts of the track and different ideas for the race.

“I propose a bet,” I joked, turning around to face Jak and his trainer while continuing to walk backward. I pointed straight at Jak as I directed my offer to him, “If I win, you let me play with your curls and do whatever I want with them for a week.”

“What do I get if I win?” Jak responded.

“As if you would win against me on Hungaroring,” I teased, “You know this is my best track. It’s like my home track!”

“Maybe this will be the year I beat you,” He challenged, running up to catch up with me and my trainer. “Here if you get to mess with my hair for a week, I get to choose your hairstyles for the next week, too.”

“You’re on,” I said, reaching out to shake his hand, “Don’t cry too hard when I beat you.”

“Bold to assume I’ll lose,” He chucked, pulling me closer to whisper, “You forget who’s better at sprints.”

“Hey, this is for the feature race only,” I tried to clarify.

“Nope, you just said who wins, so technically, we could both win,” He found the loophole.

“As long as I get to mess with your hair, fine by me.”

Third-Person Point of View

“And Y/n Daruvala gets pole at Hungaroring! The second year in a row! They are on fire on this track!” One of the announcers exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah, they’ve talked about this track in multiple interviews,” the other announcer picked up. “They love this track. They also said that they consider this their home track!”

“Well, they’ve definitely got the support like a home race,” the first one laughed. “Let’s go down to parc ferme and see what the top three have to say.”

“Jehan, you are starting in third place for the feature and eighth for the sprint race,” the interviewer started. “How does that feel knowing that your sibling is starting higher than you in their first race, and do you think this will affect you in the races?”

“No, I’m actually really proud of them,” Jehan chuckled in response. “I’m still in a good position to challenge them, so it’s not like we are on opposite ends of the grid. And let’s not forget, I will be starting ahead of them in the sprint! We’ll have to see if they can keep up. Qualifying and racing are two different things.”

“Thank you, Jehan,” the interviewer wrapped up as Jehan walked over toward his younger sibling to congratulate them, and Jak approached the interviewer. “Hi, Jak. P2, tell me about it, that some of your best qualifying positions of the season!”

“Yeah, it is my best so far this season, and I’m really proud of it. I guess I just needed the right motivation to push me for it,” Jak chucked, glancing over to his team where Y/n and Jehan were talking about something he could not hear over the cheers in the audience.

“Oh?” the interviewer teased. “Is there a certain someone making these deals with you?”

“No,” he chucked, immediately heating up as his blush became evident, “It was my team. The support from my team has been monumental recently, and I’m just so happy they have my back.”

“Would it have anything to do with your new teammate?”

“Could be,” he joked. “Maybe I just needed a change.”

“Thank you for your time, Jak,” the interviewer chucked with Jak before ushering over Y/n. Cheering as they grabbed the microphone, “Y/n, what a lap! What a statement it was, coming into Formula 2 after Isack Hadjar’s injury, and immediately taking pole. That’s got to feel amazing, right?”

“Honestly, pretty good,” they chuckled, “the team has been amazing, the car has been amazing, and the competition is incredible! It feels so different compared to Formula 3, but it is also more competitive, and I absolutely love racing against my brother.”

“Are you nervous? You’ve got Jak Crawford, and Jehan Daruvala, two very experienced drivers, right on your tail for the feature race. How do you think the team will react if you beat your new teammate in your first race, and how do you think your brother will react to his younger sibling winning against him?”

“Well, Jehan is used to me beating him,” Y/n joked, “No, I’m kidding. We are both extremely competitive, but not to the point where we will be upset if the other wins. It’s a friendly competition between us. If anything, I think my being here would make Jehan work even harder. As for Jak and the team, they’ll be fine. The team wants what is best for the drivers, and they know that I am strong on this track. Jak is also pretty good here, but at the end of the day, I don’t think they will be too upset if I win.”

“Jak was talking about how someone on the team gave him some extra motivation,” the interviewer led, “Did you get the same motivation or happen to know who it was?”

“Oh, I challenged him,” Y/n owned up to it with a loud laugh. “I said that I would beat him, he disagreed, so we made it a bet.”

“Are you afraid that the bet will backfire, and maybe lead to you both not finishing the feature race?”

“A little healthy competition never killed anybody.”

First-Person Point of View

The sprint race was not what we expected. Just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time while we were making our way up the field. Unfortunately, the move took Jak and me out. It all came down to the feature race.

Unsurprisingly, I won.

It wasn’t an easy win, by any means. It came down to just under a second, but the perfectly timed safety care helped me pit at the right time and stay ahead of Jak.

Standing on the podium with Jak and Jehan was surreal. I didn’t register that I had actually won. Not after I was called out to stand on the top step, not during my national anthem, not even after I was given the trophy. It only clicked when Jak, Jehan, and my engineer started spraying you with champagne. I broke out of the trance, slamming my bottle of champagne down (just like Lando taught me) and spraying them back.

We all took our pictures before splitting up, me promising to meet up with Jehan for dinner, to head back to our trailers for showers and debriefs. On my way over to the debrief, I ran into Jak literally, and the first thing I did was run my fingers through his wet hair.

“Looks like I get to mess with these for the next week,” I whispered as I twirled one of his curls between my fingers. “It was a good try though.”

“I’ll get you next week,” He jokingly complained, dropping his head, so I could reach more of the curls. “This isn’t over.”

“I mean, the next race is in two weeks,” I started with a frown, dropping my hands from his hair to grab his hands and play with his fingers. “As much as I would love to stay, Isack might be back from his injury by the next race, and I’ll be back in F3.”

“Are you guys ready for the debrief?” My manager interrupted. “We’ve only got a couple of things to go over and then you can go eat or back to the hotel.”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Jak replied, keeping his hand in mine as we walked into the conference room of sorts to meet with the entire team. Jak led us to two seats right next to each other. We took our seats and Jak let me keep in hand in my lap to fidget with his fingers, feeling how nervous I was for this debrief.

They congratulated us on our 1-2, the first of the season, and they praised the teams' engineers for their work on the cars. We started going into more technical things about the engines and how well the strategy played out. “Now, let’s get into the obvious. Jak, Y/n, you both drove extremely well. Congratulations on P1 and P2!”

“Yeah thank you,” Jak laughed as the attention was flipped toward us. “Honestly, thank you Y/n for the bet. I don’t think I’ve ever worked this hard on a race weekend. Now, you play with my hair all you want. I love you.”

“Thank you, and I won fair and square! The first thing I’m doing is putting your hair in space buns,” I chuckled, already reaching to separate his hair into two sections. Jak started to jokingly complain and pull my hands away from his hair, but I slapped them away. “I’ve earned this. Also, I love you too.”

“Did I just hear that right?” A voice came from the stairwell, and out came Jehan holding his phone up. “Did you just say that?”

“Jehan, what are you doing here?” I exclaimed, jumping away from Jak as I suddenly realized that Jehan knew about our relationship.

“We were going to surprise you with a full-time F2 seat since Isack won’t be back,” the team principal said quietly before backing away with the rest of the team following suit.

Jak tried to leave with everybody else but that ended as soon as both Jehan and I shouted, “Sit down, Jak!” He sat back down sheepishly as Jehan approached us, pointing between us. “I’m not happy about this.”

“Never said you were gonna be,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “This is why I didn’t tell you yet, Jehan.”

“Do you not trust me enough? Both of you?” It didn’t sound like he was angry about the situation. Maybe a little hurt that he had to find out this way, but he wasn’t killing Jak. Jehan took a breath, seeing our semi-scared faces before deciding to continue, “Jak, you’re one of my best mates and you chose my sibling? Of all people, really? Why?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Jehan,” Jak started, “They’re amazing, they’re funny, they’re everything I’d want and more. All those times I talked to you about proposing?” I snapped my head toward Jak, seeing him being completely serious. We had never discussed marriage or anything, so to hear that he was thinking about it made me feel more confident. I slowly turned to look over at Jehan, and he was just as shocked.

“You were talking about my sibling?” Jehan asked, just as shocked, if not more, than me. “There is no way.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” I exclaimed, kind of offended at his statement.

“Listen, I love you, but there is no way you would have done some of the things he talked about,” Jehan laughed.

“What did you tell him?” I snapped over at Jak. He just joins in the laughter rather than answering. “No, I need to know. What did you tell my brother?”

“You drank with me on Screaming Meals,” Jak chuckled. “I told him that you tried wine with me while I filmed Screaming Meals. It’s not as bad as you think.”

“But it is, Jak!” Jehan exclaimed, but he had a wide smile of disbelief on his face. “You told me that your first drink would be with me! You liar!”

“You were taking forever!” I retorted just as loud.

“You’re not of age yet! It’s illegal!” He came back.

“Tell that to Clem! He’s the one that talked me into it,” I deferred with a laugh. “But listen, Jehan, it’s not that bad. It was wine, not whiskey or beer or something. Wine has like the smallest alcohol content. It’s fine, and I didn’t even have a lot.”

“Point is, yes, Jehan,” Jak interrupted our argument, “They are the one I talk about all the time.”

“All the time?” I jokingly questioned.

“He doesn’t shut up,” Jehan sighed in response.

“Hey!” He interrupted.

“Anyway, if he makes you as happy as you make him, I can get used to this,” Jehan relented.

“Really?” I exclaimed, jumping up to approach him. When I stood in front of him, he nodded, and I threw my arms around his shoulders. “Thank you, Jehan. He treats me right, trust me.”

“Yeah,” Jak tried to make a joke, but I immediately cut him off, turning around to point a finger at him.

“Hey, don’t think I’m just going to forget the fact that you were talking to my brother about proposing to me,” I scolded. “We are going to have a talk about this, Mister.”

“Noted.”

“And on that note, keep me out of your relationship,” Jehan said quickly, turning around and heading down the stairs before shouting up, “See you at the next race, guys! Also, send me the picture when you get him in space buns! I need blackmail!”

~~~~~

#jak crawford x reader #jak crawford #formula 2 #f2 #jehan daruvala #daruvala! reader #jak x reader #bad268 #thing268 #ship268

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xanadontit · 1 year

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My friend D really wants me and E (aka Beloved Uncle E to her toddler) to come up to visit their new house, ideally for an overnight, and theoretically this would be fine. I enjoy her company and the kids are great and we can take them to the park or just hang out. Whatever works, and I know toddlers and babies aren’t predictable so I’m willing to go with the flow as far as plans.

But I’m not sure I will be able to resist lunging at her husband or shoving his pitching wedge up his ass if he doesn’t get his shit together.

A refresher: they have a 3.5 year-old (the toddler who adores E lol) and a five month old baby girl (who is being breastfed as much as D can, with some pumping and regular formula). They just moved about 2 hours from here, the couple is both WFH, and the kids are in daycare. It’s been a lot of change in the span of 5 months! But all things they discussed at length and part of The Plan.

On Sunday D wasn’t feeling so hot and turns out she had a fever; this is after a few days of being primary caregiver for the baby who had an ear infection which came on the heels of toddler bringing home some kind of day care funk. D managed to convince her husband she needed some rest and he’d need to mind the kids once she showed him the thermometer which...wtf. He regularly naps and leaves her to entertain both children and doesn’t even have the decency to say “since I got rest I’ll do dinner or bath” or something useful.

Yesterday she was feeling better, nursing the baby, and asked her husband who was getting himself some water in the kitchen if he could prep a bottle (it’s not unusual for her to “top off” the baby with some formula after a nursing session). Dude freaked out about how frustrating it’s been to have to hold her hand through this post partum time and that he’s struggling with how she can’t seem to manage both kids. Please bear in mind that he was not on his way out the door to perform life saving brain surgery, and it was a request along the lines of “since you’re up, can you do this when you’re done with your thing, please?” All the supplies to make a bottle were at his fingertips. Truly some bare minimum shit. Also, she managed both kids during her maternity leave and he has yet to be alone with both of his children. So who’s not managing what now?

Why wouldn’t you want to hold your partner’s (metaphorical) hand after she had your child? Why wouldn’t you want to be part of making sure your children are fed? What is going through this person’s head?

I know E and I have it pretty easy: no kids, we’re both able to manage our own stuff, and we have a division of labor that works for us for the most part. I’m trying to imagine a life where one of us is struggling and the other person’s response is “this is annoying and I wish you were more fun.” Like what if when E’s dad died I said “your crying is really bumming me out - could you please get happy?” What in the Cluster B Personality Disorder is that? Sometimes I get scared that if we had a child things would be different between us, given how many women say “I didn’t think it would be like this. I thought we were partners.”*

I love my friend dearly and want to support her but it’s getting harder not to say “leave him - you’ll be fine and he’ll be back to eating In N Out for dinner every day” even though it’s absolutely true.

*This is from hetero couples, I’ll acknowledge that.

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msnihilist · 3 months

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you know about the fanfiction thing you said I remembered that I always wanted a long fic about ben which is about him disappearing and getting captured and and when while everyone think he's dead all the people who care about him come running to his rescue and kind of like help him to cure his mental or physical wounds but never really saw anyone writing it actually and I'm not that good to write something like this :( so I just wanted to know does anyone like something similar to this story lol

Well, anon, there are two sure-fire ways to get what you want: do it yourself, or pay someone else to do it. (I happen to take commissions, and I'm currently working on a Ben 10 one right now!)

I think you can do it yourself, though :) You already have an idea, and passion is the perfect starting point! Why not open a document and just write a scene that you think would be cool? You don't have to share it with anyone. Everyone starts somewhere.

I've actually got a WIP that's pretty similar to your idea that I'm about 8.5k words deep in. It's about Ben going missing and the lengths his friends go to in order to bring him home.

While I work on that, here's some already-posted Ben-whump fics to keep you busy, anon. And remember: leave comments if you want to foster a community. If you enjoy any of these fics, please let the author know!

These three are all oneshots.

Old Wounds, New Bruises by lenin_it_to_win_it

After seeing some of Ben's scars for the first time, Rook is determined to protect his partner from further injury. However, Ben's emotional wounds prove harder to manage.

Only Fools Would Love Me by Yalvaberry

"Ben, Ben, please, please, please no, I don't-" A sob.

Kevin looks back. His mind feels jumbled, split into two - Morgg is getting away! - but his feet don't want to cooperate, they seem to have a mind of their own as they carefully lead him back up the tunnel he came from.

"Ben, what do I-"

Kevin listens as he trudges back. The dirt crunches beneath his feet. Curiosity pulls at him, pushes him forward, morbid, because somehow, somewhere in his head, he thinks he already knows what he's going to see.

Set during the episode "...Nor Iron Bars a Cage" in Ultimate Alien. What if Kevin accidentally kills Ben inside the mines?

You Can Hold Him (Just Not Too Close) by MashpotatoeQueen

Ben puts the Omnitrix back on, and she stares at it in hatred- only for a moment though, just one moment- and wishes that her cousin had never found it. Because now Ben isn’t a fan of being held, not anymore, and the reason for it lies in that stupid watch.

(That stupid watch that saved the world, that makes Ben feel safe even as it puts him in danger.)

But she says nothing, nothing until late one night Ben calls her, and his voice is shaky and a little too high to be normal, breathing coming too fast and jokes falling a little flat, and she remembers the conversations at three AM in the old Rustbucket and this time she gets them for what they are.

She hums, says quietly, “Ben, you’re okay, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

And Ben laughs, except it sounds a bit like crying, and he’s murmuring about how sorry he is, about how he usually calls Grandpa Max, but that Grandpa Max is gone and he doesn’t know what to do-

“It’s fine.”

It’s not- her kid cousin being too terrified to be alone in the dark in his own room will never be okay- but she doesn’t say that. Just hums again, quietly, and says, “It’s fine, Ben,” and prays that it will be soon.

Here are some of my own fics that deal with Ben-centric hurt/comfort:

Nothing Left to Say

Gwendolyn makes the executive decision that Ben needs to be emotionally vulnerable for a day. The fastest and easiest way to achieve that is with a truth potion. It seems like a good idea on paper, but it soon becomes clear why the formula is a forbidden one.

Some things, it seems, are better left unsaid.

Meteor Shower

With the aftermath of Captian Nemesis’ escape from prison and Jennifer Nocturne’s alleged kidnapping, Kevin realized that he had some mending to do with his teammates. [Episode continuation of “Catch a Falling Star.”]

Put Your Strength Down

There's blood smeared on the doorknob when Sandra gets home. Her stomach clenches with worry, but it doesn't rattle her the way that it used to.

Every time she does this, Sandra reminds herself that it could always be worse.

Choose

The timer starts at fifty-nine, and it immediately begins counting down.

Kevin only has a minute to make a choice that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

Overload

Overloading the Omnitrix should be near-impossible, but as faulty as the Ultimatrix is, Ben really shouldn’t be surprised that it blows up in his face. Literally.

01001001

The Omnitrix had long-since been, well, attached to Ben’s wrist. Unfortunately, Ben didn’t anticipate just how far it would go to always be a part of him.

The World Grows Green Again

When Ben's life is saved by a masked stranger, it offers Ben and Rook a glimpse into a horrible future.

Diamonds Are Forever

A year after Petropia’s re-creation, Ben and Rook are assigned a deceivingly simple job on the planet — overseeing an "official yearly Plumber check" to ensure that societal development and reassimilation with the galaxy is going smoothly.

With Tetrax acting as their guide, it soon becomes clear that not all is as it seems. Digging through conspiracies and figuring out who can be trusted, they find that the glittering surface of the planet is covering a horrible plot against the Petrosapiens, which may hide roots closer to home than any of them realized.

NOTE: This is definitely the fic where I hurt Ben the most! Emotionally, psychologically, and especially physically. He leaves this fic permanently disfigured. Ben gets stabbed, passes out from blood loss, watches his allies get killed in front of him, is experimented on, fed through a tube, is betrayed again and again, and much, much more.

There's also a section of this fic where Ben is kidnapped and Rook, Gwen, and Kevin must work together to rescue him.

I tagged DAF with blood and gore, body horror, major injuries, and I'm not fucking joking!!

Anyway, anon, I hope that provides some reading material/writing inspiration :) Good luck! I believe in you!!!

#ask #ben 10 #ben tennyson #my writing #fanfic rec #anonymous

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1, 4, 29, and 37 for the author ask game please!!

Thank you thank you! I love writing questions and this ask game is soooo fun!

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Ohhh this feels like I'm going to drag myself for only writing one (1) kind of fanfiction

I like spending a few paragraphs on background (memories and how the person got into the current situation, since I write oneshots), then a problem with a little bit of angst, and then it gets resolved and we get a page or two of fluff to fix it all. That's my standard agere formula! Now you can tease me when I follow it 80% of the time.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

My gosh I have so many requests in the inbox I don't really do my own fic ideas anymore! I'm mentally prepping for the follow-up to my Great Comet of 1812 fanfiction: relistening to the musical and generally turning the characters over in my head.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Ough I have been writing a self-insert version (with the author's permission) of a FNAF fic and it's been so very fun: my partner has been talking about writing a sequel and I've been working with them on it, although I don't think it'll ever really get written.

If you wanna read the best FNAF fic, here it is! It's got an aro/ace nonbinary main character (OC), magnificent robotics writing (to a layman), great character development, and an M rating for violence. It's twice the length of Moby Dick and I read it twice in a month, once by myself and once out loud to my partner. Feel free to hit me up for specific content warnings, since it did make me cry for about an hour, but it was soooo good.

37. Talk about your current wips.

Ughhh I really only have finished fics or fics that I'm stuck on: I do most of my stories in one sitting (and then another for editing), so if I only get halfway through, it's a bad omen.

That said, I'm partway through a fic about Light regressing during the chained-together era and I was having a really good time writing the L and Light dynamic, but got myself stuck right on the edge of Light admitting what was happening and couldn't wrangle him back into character.

And I'm a few paragraphs into the Armand and Lestat part of my IWTV fanfic: I feel like I've really got them down separately but then they start interacting and I'm like ????? who are you????

Anyways this has been me "talking" (complaining) about my wips lol

#hark i say nothing #not agere #writing asks #asks

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✨️This is an appreciation post for my one and only love @schattensaenger ✨️

The year is about to end and we're still together and going stronger than ever. Yes, we may fight as if we're Tom & Jerry, but at the end of the day, we still make up and love each other even more. We can't even stay mad at each other and ignore each other for more than 20mins. Lol. Even if we're both still kinda grumpy, we still stay on a call together and just casually look at the other and then a few mins later, we start sending kisses to each other and we're okay again. Hahaha. You, my love, is something else.

You are the person that I never knew I needed in my life. *yes I know, it sound cliche but it's true* I have made friends with lots of people but nobody can ever compare to you. The way you love me is so different from everyone else. You don't just love me because I'm your girlfriend, you don't just love me because I'm ur person, ur duo, ur potato, ur annoying potato, ur very sassy and loves to tease u so much gf, you love me for me. You told me and showed me that you love me for who I am. You made me comfortable with myself. You made me feel secure. You made me feel so loved. You love me unconditionally.

Honestly, I once thought to myself back then that the person for me would never come. That maybe I'll just be another person. Maybe I'll just serve as a chapter in someone else's story. But, you came. You proved me wrong. You have taught me many many things in life. You taught me all the ways that I could love and be loved. You taught me that it's okay to be vulnerable, that it's okay to cry, that it's perfectly fine and normal to let myself feel things and just let my emotions out. Not keep them in a jar and store it somewhere until they overflow and explode. You taught me how to be patient. To be more understanding. I thought I was open minded enough but you showed me things that I was keeping a blind eye to. You opened up my mind even more. You made me into a better person. You are the only person that came in my life that made me wanna better myself. You made me wanna be the best version of myself.

I'm sorry if I always push your buttons. It's fun to tease u all the time. heh 😏

Okay but seriously now. I'm sorry for all of the things I have done to you. I'm sorry for making you cry. I'm sorry for being so stupid at times that I just can't understand what I should do. I'm sorry for all of the times that I accidentally make u doubt my love for you. I'm sorry for being a huge pain in the ass for you. You still love me tho heh😏 u like me in ur butt. NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY! HAHAHA

I just want to say that you are loved by me and not just by me but by many other people including our friends too.

I also want to say that I am very very thankful that you exist and that you came into my life. Thank you for existing. Thank you for staying. I love you so so so much.

Thank you for all the help you've ever given me. Thank you for helping me learn many things. Thank you for always being very patient with me. Especially when it comes to coding and math. What can I do, the moment I see numbers and formulas my brain immediately goes to sleep. Hahahah I'm sowwy But seriously, thank you for always finding time to teach my bobo ass how to code and all. Thank you for helping with my homework and projects too!! Speaking of project, you have been the greatest help for this website project of mine. You have done waaaaay more than my groupmates. You basically did the whole entire thing on ur own and you're not even getting graded. I am. But you always want the best for me that's why I can't even stop you becaue you get poopy and be like "UR CLASSMATES WILL JUST RUIN EVERYTHING AND HALF-ASS EVERYTHING!!" Cutie u are. I can't blame you tho bec you really made it so pretty and the suggestions u hear from them are just potato. Lol. But really tho, thank you so much for everything. The fact that you are the one that wants to help me with my schoolwork and u get poopy whenever I don't tell u that I have an assignment or quizzes or whatever, I find that adorable. Because it's just you being you. You love to help people. You love to help me. I adore that. But also because I get to secretly stare at u while u do some of my coding stuff bec you look sooooo stunning and beautiful whenever you're too focused on smth. I love it whenever you're so serious and focused, with ur eyeglasses on and ur hair tied in a bun. Oooooofff my heartttttt.😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

I hope our love never grows old, I hope that fifty years down the road you are still the face I see when I wake for the day on a cold monday morning. I hope you are the last person I see after one too many drinks and I hope your laugh is the soundtrack to all of my stories. I hope your body is always beside me and I hope my life is spent loving the only one that could ever find me. I hope that every day of the rest our lives are spent loving each other cause not a single thing in this world could ever convince me to love another, and I hope that the love growing between us two is nurtured by all of the days I will spend loving you.

Ps. I'm sorry this took so long for me to post. I really just have so many things I wanna say but felt like words are never enough. Writing this down on my notepad always makes me giddy and emotional. Lowkey crying rn but u can't see. Lol. Oh and I keep rewriting and adding stuff to it too. Hehehe

Pps. I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH!😘❤️

#prsnl #loml #potat #bunbun #mako #potato #i love you #i love you sooooo much #bisexual #lesbian #lgbt #yearning #wlw yearning

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