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drvscarlett · 3 months

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About You Pt2

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

A/N: were in the 2009 season. i also grabbed some ideas from a film quote so if you notice that, hello hehe. hope you enjoy, let me know your comments

About You Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Taglist: @spideybv28 @randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama

2009, Albert Park

Moving from Toro Rosso to Red Bull has been the source of excitement of Sebastian ever since he signed the contract last December. He was excited to work with a bigger team and it opened up better opportunities for a championship which is why he feels really giddy walking to Albert Park.

"Seems like a good year for a championship?"Christian greeted Sebastian.

"I'm looking forward to that, the car feels nice"Sebastian agreed.

When the two walked to the garage, they immediately saw the Webber siblings discussing with some of the mechanics. Mark immediately waved at Sebastian.

Sebastian can tell that their dynamics improved since it was announced that they will be teammates. They spent a lot of time together in Milton Keynes so they found each other tolerable. It was surprising that now he feels a lot more closer to Mark than to Y/N.

He was actually expecting her to be around when they said Mark will be around Milton Keynes but the female Webber never showed up. Mark says that Y/N has been taking some time off since she will be busy during the season. Sebastian thinks he might be the reason why she has been absent so he felt a little relieve to see her.

"Excited for the first race of the season?" Y/N asked.

"The car seems alright, I think we can bring some good points in"Sebastian replied.

"We're gonna bring in a challenge this year, I can feel that we can compete for the drivers and constructors championship this year"Mark added

"How about Brawn, do you think they'll be a challenge?"Y/N wondered.

Sebastian heard about the team during the winter break. It was sort of a crazy story about how everything happened. He never saw Jenson or Rubens as a threat so he thinks that they might be an okay team that he doesn't have to worry about.

"They are a new team, I'm sure they won't be a threat" famous last words.

Brawn GP turns out to be a slight threat. Sebastian calls it a slight threat since this was only the first race and maybe its just their luck that they managed to pull away. They have to see how they perform in the next few races.

It was quite a bummer that Red Bull was unable to bring any points. It frustrated him heavily since he started 3rd and managed to stay 2nd the whole race until that unfortunate collision with Kubica that ruined his race.

Mark managed to finish the race but he finished 13th. Still out of the points.

As Sebastian was replaying the whole thing in his hotel room, he heard soft knocks at his door. He didn't remember ordering anything from room service so he was a bit confused as he headed to open the door.

"Hi Seb" it was Y/N "I was sent here by Mark to ask you if you want to go out and eat. You are in Australia and our family is from Australia and it will be a little bit rude if we didn't treat you out in Australia"

"That's too many Australia in one sentence"

"Have dinner with us and the family?"she simplifies "Please?"

There was not much to do anyway, Seb thinks so he accepted the offer. It might also be a good start to rekindle the friendship since its been a while since the two spoke with each other.

"You're driving?"Sebastian asked

"Of course, what kind of host am I if I'm going to make you drive"

The drive was reminiscent of Sebastian's memory when they were in Germany. Only that the view is more of beaches rather than the greens and the cold of Europe.

"I heard stories about you and Mark, it seems that you two are getting along quite well"Y/N opened up the conversation

"Oh he talks about me?"

"Well as his assistant, I have to ask about his work dynamics so yeah you have been a talking point of our conversation"

"That's nice"Sebastian smiles "How is life treating you? I didn't see you in Milton Keynes"

She lets out a heavy sigh and Sebastian could tell that there is a certain tiredness in her eyes. Maybe its true what Mark said that Y/N is actually drained from a season of F1.

"I just have to get away. A lot of pressure to deliver"

Sebastian understands that. Its probably the reason why he also tried to be understanding with Mark's situation as well. He knows that at the end of the day, the sports was brutal in one way or another. Everyone eventually gets that pressure to deliver.

"Let's not talk about f1, lets just talk about basic life things" Sebastian steered the conversation.

There was a smile gracing both of their faces because its just Sebastian and Y/N again. No last names, no championships, just them.

2009, Sepang International Circuit

"I hate wet races" Y/N confirms.

She doesn't get why everyone gets a bit excited with wet racing but she can't find how this is enjoyable for some people. Isn't the thrill of racing beyond speed limit exciting enough for them? Now they even want to race under dangerous weather conditions.

"It test your skills as a driver" Sebastian defended "Back me up here Mark"

"You're on your own Seb"was the reply of the older Webber. He did not want to take side with anyone.

The trio has been sitting at the garage waiting for the race to start. There was still 20 minutes left and Y/N has been stressing about how the dark clouds are looming over. She thinks it may start under dry conditions then go to wet in a snap.

"You can test your skills by overtaking and setting the fastest lap" Y/N noted

"Its all about strategy and taking risks"Sebastian assured.

"You better make sure that the both of you finish the race"

"No promises, Seb might hit me again"Mark joked

"Oh c'mon, I said I was sorry about that"

True enough to Y/N's prediction, the race started on the dry conditions then it ended up to be a wet race. Y/N had her fair share of wet races but this was the most terrifying for her opinion. There were puddles and the drivers can't see a thing with the rain blocking their vision.

It gotten so bad that Y/N actually went out of the driver's room to check on the status of the drivers.

"Aren't they red flagging the race?"she asked one of the mechanics

"There is still nothing from the stewards but Mark is also insisting that the race should be stopped"

Y/N was glad that she wasn't the only sane Webber around.

Just then there was a crash on screen and the weather made it very difficult for them to decipher which car spun but it was for sure a Red Bull. Y/N felt a bit comforted that it just spun without hitting anyone or anything.

"Its confirmed, that is Seb's car"

"Safety car for the lap"

"Webber is gonna ask to stop the race"

There was a flurry of emotions inside the garage. The race was stopped at lap 33 and there was the question if they will wait for it to restart or is it called off completely.

"I'm in 15th, this is not good"Sebastian was already groaning. He missed out on the points again by a big margin.

"Hey 15th is okay than dnf or being hospitalized"

Knowing Sebastian, Y/N knew he wanted to do well and it didn't seem like it was going to how Sebastian had it in his mind earlier this year. She gave him a comforting pat.

"Do you want some ice cream?"she asked

Sebastian looked at her as if she grew two heads "In this cold weather? You are asking for ice cream?"

"Ice cream heals people's boo boo" Y/N shrugged "Besides Kimi made me hungry for ice cream"

"You are crazy" Sebastian started "But c'mon lets go get some ice cream"

2009, Circuit de Catalunya

Mark: Can you see me before qualis at the back of the garage Mark: need your help, please

Sebastian never received any urgent texts from Mark so he must say that his curiosity is piqued by it. He immediately set out to meet Mark in the designated location.

"You need me?"Sebastian asked.

"Sebastian, just the person I needed" Mark seems elated to see him "Listen I need you to do me a favor"

"Okay as long as I don't have to hide a body"

"What?"

"Nevermind that. It was a joke Mark"Sebastian wanted to facepalm himself. Mark never seems to understand his humor especially when he was too excited with things.

"So May 15 is coming up. I need your help to distract my sister and maybe tour her around Spain while we do some preparation at the hotel. I just need your help to distract her for like 3-4 hours"Mark explained.

"15th?What's on the 15th?"

Sebastian was pretty sure that there was no race or other commitments that is happening on the 15th. He tries to rack his head for any important dates on the 15th but he can't remember a thing. Meanwhile, Mark looked offended that Sebastian didn't know the significance of May 15.

"Its Y/N's birthday"Mark answered.

Oh. Now that Sebastian thinks about it, Y/N never told her birthday. He felt like an idiot after realizing how they spend a lot of time together but he still haven't asked her about her birth date. But now that he knows, he makes a mental note of it.

"Okay. I think I can do that. Leave it to me"

"Thanks Seb, I owe you big time"

Seb: Are you still here at the 15th? Y/N: Why are you asking? Seb: I'm feeling adventurous. What do you say about getting lost in spain? Y/N: hmm sounds nice. Count me in.

"How long till we get there"Y/N asked.

They have driven for quite some time already and Sebastian promised that this place will be worth the wait. Sebastian will not admit it but maybe he got a little bit of lost in directions for the past 20 minutes and he is just starting to get the hang of the destination right now.

"Just a few minutes more" Sebastian assured. He can already see the spires of the building so he felt a sigh of relief escape.

"We were lost a while ago, aren't we?"

Sebastian just give out a grin as he continues to drive closer to the place. He stopped at the designated parking lot and unlocked the door.

"Adventure awaits Miss Y/N, welcome to La Sagrada Familia"Sebastian introduced.

When Sebastian was looking for a place to go, the La Sagrada Familia was one of the top hit. Sebastian didn't even consider if she is religious or what but he thinks she can appreciate the reminder that this architecture is still a work in progress and it has managed to endure a lot throughout the years of construction.

"This is beautiful" was her response.

"They say that this will be the most beautiful form of apology when it is finished"Sebastian informed "This was built for the city's sins"

"I beg to disagree"Y/N replied.

It was now Sebastian's turn to be curious.

"I think this is the grandest gesture of someone's love"Y/N elaborated "This went on for years, decades, centuries-they did not stop loving Barcelona that they continue working so that the city will be forgiven"

It was a pretty analogy in Sebastian's mind. He felt like no amount of his research could compare with that realization.

If the outside of the cathedral looks majestic, the inside is beyond what they could imagine. The both of them let out a small woah as they stepped foot into the church.

"You know you can make three wishes when its your first time to enter a church, they say it comes true when you do that"Y/N mentioned "You wanna give it a go?"

Sebastian nodded and he noticed how Y/N immediately closed her eyes.

'A world drivers championship. Happiness. Y/N receiving her wish' was what Sebastian prayed for.

He takes out a peek and Y/N was still in her own solemn state. Sebastian wonders what is it that she wishes for and he hopes that this three wishes thing works. He really wanted Y/N to fulfill her wishes, it will make him extremely happy.

"What did you wish for Y/N"

"Safe races, World Peace, and points for you and Mark" she answered

"Oh c'mon, you don't have things about yourself. Don't you have any personal wishes? Like your own goals or your own things?"Sebastian quizzed

Y/N knew deep down that she wanted something but she knew that saying it at the moment might not be ideal. But heaven knows, she prayed for Sebastian Vettel to stay in her life.

2009, Nürburgring

Y/N didn't mind that she was in heels, she was running as fast as she could to parc ferme. The moment that the last lap started and Mark was still leading, she immediately headed straight to the destination. Their father was already at the pits waiting with the signboard.

There was certainly a mix of emotions. Y/N's mind reel back to how Mark started pole and then had an incident with Hamilton at the start of the race. It caused him to have a penalty which lessens his chances of winning but Mark was in for a mega-drive. He managed to regain all the places that he lost from the penalty and here he is leading the Grand Prix.

Y/N felt her ears ringing as the crowd roars as the chequered flag appeared. Every speaker was blaring out the obvious, this is Mark Webber's first win in Formula 1.

People are starting to line up near the barricades. Y/N doesn't care if she was being pushed but she will be the first one to meet her brother and congratulate him once he gets out of the car.

"YOU DID IT! YOU ABSOLUTELY CRUSHED IT" Y/N screamed to Mark.

Mark did not miss his sister and immediately hugged her tight. He kept on repeating his thanks for her support and for not giving up on him. Y/N could only choke on a sob with the cameras flashing the emotional sibling moment that they shared.

"Congratulations Mark"Sebastian appeared next to him and Mark gave him a hug.

It was a happy day for the Red Bull team for securing double podiums. The whole Red Bull team cannot contain their happiness as the two walked to their podium spots. It is certainly a day that warrants a much needed night out.

So fast forward and Red Bull rented out a club to celebrate the victory of today. Y/N was certain that she deserved to let loose a little with the events that happened today.

Shots after shots, Y/N managed to drink everything up until the room started to feel a little bit wavy. It was a good thing that Sebastian has not been much of a party animal, he knew that this was Mark's time to celebrate so he won't be taking too much of a spotlight.

"You are seriously wasted, you should stop drinking now" Sebastian said, catching Y/N before she could trip in her heels.

"my brother won, can't you believe ittttt"her words are slurred.

"Yep, I'm getting you water and were going back to the hotel"

"NOOOOOO"

But Sebastian has already carried her out of the club. Sebastian knew that there are probably much more people wasted there but Sebastian was focused on Y/N. She was the reason why Sebastian decided to sober up the entire night. Knowing that Mark will be celebrating, no one will take care of Y/N.

Sebastian wanted to take care of her.

The trip to the hotel was smooth as Y/N was asleep at the car. Sebastian was giggling when he picked her up and she started rambling about how there are different kinds of beautiful in formula 1.

"But you know what's the most beautiful thing in f1 that I have seen?" she asked "Its the time where I saw Sebastian Vettel test the car"

Sebastian got curious, he didn't know that Y/N was around when he tested the car.

"And it was so dreamy. There was this beauty about him and you know he is so passionate. He isn't a paid driver or maybe he is but damnnnn the way he raced and the way he loved the wheels"Y/N rambles on.

It feels illegal for Sebastian to be hearing this and he knows he should not take advantage of Y/N's truthful drunkness to hear what she thinks about him. But somehow, Sebastian stayed with her. He tucked her in the bed and left a glass of water at the bedside table.

"Did you know Sebastian Vettel is the prettiest boy ever. He is so pretty like how the sun is so pretty to the plants" Sebastian also laughed at the comparison. Y/N was really really drunk.

"I like Sebastian"

"What?" was Sebastian's shocked question.

"I like sebastian, what sue me? I think he is a pretty pretty boy"

Sebastian feels like his heart is pounding but he has to stay cool. She is drunk right now and she might not be aware of the things she is saying.

"You get some rest, lets talk about this in the morning" Sebastian said as he left the girl.

It took every ounce of his being to prevent himself from confessing that he likes her a lot too. But Sebastian will do his confession sober. If Y/N remembers this incident then they will talk about it. If not, he will wait for the right timing to discuss the feelings he has for her.

Morning came and Y/N did not remember anything.

#sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #sebastian vettel x oc

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non-stop-imagines · 1 year

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Red Braids

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: A cute moment between new couple Charles and Y/N out of the public eye.

Warnings: A lot of fluff, slightly unrealistic Ferrari hopes, Carlos lowkey rooting for you two, it probably being terribly obvious it's been a while since my last time writing

A/N: Hi! To those who were following me before, I have missed all of you, and to newcomers welcome!!💖💛 While I am not new to fanfic writing, I am new to writing Formula 1 stuff. I have previously written a lot of MCU stuff, but Formula 1 has been my new obsession for nearly a year now, so I decided it was time to put my daydreams to use. Now, as a new American F1 fan, it truly feels like I'm starting on the backfoot here when it comes to truly producing good F1 fics, so advice is highly appreciated! I hope you all like this short little blurb I literally thought up and wrote in a day. I hope to be writing more in the future. Requests are open, so send me things to write, and let me know if you want to be added to a tag list or something of the sort! Love you all!💖💛🩷

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You finish tapping out a text as you take a glance at the nearest TV facing you at the back of the Ferrari garage. You dab a bead of sweat threatening to drop onto your eye lash. Even with fans blasting on you, cooling you from the Brazilian heat, your sweat was working overtime to cool you down. A 1:14.8 lap time brings Charles up to third on the leaderboard during the second practice session of the weekend with approximately 5 minutes left in the session. Carlos’ time blinks up next. A 1:14.75 that causes his name to move up the board and land right between his teammates and Sergio Perez. You shake your head as the session comes to a close and you watch as Max’s name stays unmovingly at the top of the leaderboard.

“Go and head towards Carlos’ side of the garage to prep for the press pit.” Your supervisor instructs in her thick Italian accent. As a new member of the Ferrari communications team, you’re being given trials in different positions to see where you best fit. Currently you’re in a rotation on Carlo’s media and communications team, specifically in charge of voice recording interviews and getting pictures and video of him for the Ferrari instagram, and have been doing pretty good if you do say so yourself. Very simple yet enjoyable work.

“If I hear one more thing about ‘improving but not quite matching Red Bull’s pace’ I am going to rip out my braids.” You mumble as you wait for Carlo’s to finish exiting his car.

“Now you know Charles would hate that. He likes your braids.” Carlo’s voice makes you finally look up from your phone and give a small grin, surprised he heard you over all of the garage noise. Carlos looks up from putting his gloves in his helmet and smiles back at you, chuckling a bit. After a short driving debrief from his race engineer, you and Carlos found yourselves headed to the press pit, following behind your supervisor while fielding fans.

“I am going to be taking some of my braids out tonight, though.” You comment, as a young fan comes up to get his hat signed.

“Oh, really. Why?” Carlos does so then stops to pose for a selfie before continuing to walking.

“Just to refresh a few. I’m getting my hair done after this weekend anyway, so I decided there's no harm. I’m gonna put a little red in these braids.” You finally reach the press pit and allow Carlos to enter first before following him in.

“Creative. Can’t wait to see it.” He smiles as he looks back at you, does a quick hand shake with his teammate who somehow made it there before him and is currently waiting to do his second interview, then continues toward his own interview. You grin at Charles as you approach him, giving him a quick peck on the lips and fixing a small piece of his hair that was out of place before quickly moving over to where Carlos was ready to begin his first interview of the afternoon.

After a good 30 minutes somewhere outside of your hotel room, Charles finally returns, food in one hand, and a couple of large waters in the other. “Joris says hello. He also brought some pasta carbonara.” Charles drops the bag with the food and the waters on the small room table and then turns to look at you sitting crisscrossed at the front of the bed, focusing on cutting the end of the braid in your hand so you can begin to unravel it.

“Aww, that’s sweet. Why didn’t he come up?” Your focus was still on the braid in front of your face while Charles watched your movements as your fingers expertly undid the braid, red painted fingernails dancing through the hair like the most intricate ballet.

“He was busy. Had to go meet somebody.” He moved to the bed and laid behind you, watching as your moves speed up the closer you got to the root of the braid and how your focus has now shifted to the TV screen that was streaming the first practice session which you didn’t get to watch. “You’re getting you’re hair done next week, no?” Charles asks, now a little closer to you, watching you repeat the actions from the previous braid on one last braid before you begin rebranding process.

“Yeah, Tuesday. Taking advantage of my day off during the non-race week.” Though your focus was on the screen in front of you, you could feel Charles eyes burrowing in the back of your head, knowing that his curiosity was getting the best of him. “You want to try? I guess this is the first time you’ve really seen me do my hair.” You look back and giggle at his off-guard expression and the small shuffle he makes so that he’s next to you so he can get to the partially unraveled braid framing your face.

“Okay. What do I do?” He lifts his hands, but is obviously unsure of what to do with them.

“So, when it comes to undoing the braid, it’s basically lie helping the braid unravel itself. So what I do is pick one side of the braid, and then gently pluck the strand out on that side and the other two pieces should undo as well.” You demonstrate the motion once as you explain it to him and are met with probably the most confused expression you have ever seen on his face. “I am so sorry. I’m really bad explaining. Just try it and I’ll help. I promise, it’s simple.” You hand off the braid and try to stifle your laughter as Charles clumsily but carefully completes the task. “Breath, you’re undoing a braid, not diffusing a bomb.” Your now uncontained laughter melts the through the concentration that Charles held as he finished undoing the braid. He provides his own laughter to regain the playful air that usually surrounds you two.

“It wasn’t that bad! I have no idea why I was so nervous!” His breathy chuckle brings butterflies to your stomach as you get up to grab the braiding hair from your suitcase.

“It’s fine. I just think I’m gonna wait to teach you how to braid.” You giggle as you gather a few more items up then jump back onto the bed.

“It is probably for the best.” Charles breaths out in amusment, but keeps the spot next to you as you start your braiding prep. You both go back to watching the practice as you wet your hair and add just enough leave-in conditioner to moisturize the exposed hair, making small comments about the action you missed due to debriefing and being given your assignment that day and eating the food Charles’ friend so graciously brought to you two. It didn’t take long for you to begin braiding, but by that time the stream of the practice session was done, so you tossed the remote over to Charles for him to turn something on. You begin to pull out a section of the long braiding hair that starts off black but then gradients to a deep red. Charles doesn’t notice until you begin to braid, causing him to stop his channel surfing and watch as you swiftly produce the first braid.

“You like it?” You shift your attention to him as you finish off the braid, keeping the huge, cheesy smile that wanted to be on your face to a grin that was obviously hiding something bigger.

“Absolutely! You are really getting into the Ferrari thing, with the nails and the hair. I love it.” His motions were highly enthusiastic as he acknowledged the, albeit unnecessary, effort that you put into showing team spirit in your new position that you are now almost 2 months into.

“Thank you.” Your words were quiet as you received the compliment from the guy that took the risk and asked you on a date 2 weeks into knowing you. He knew the risks that came with dating anyone inside the team, along with the extensive paperwork, but knew that he would go through any lengths or red tape to spend more time with you. Find out your interests, what makes you laugh, what makes you talk non-stop, what makes you smile the brightest and everything in between. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you continued braiding and Charles decides on watching some sports channel showing soccer highlights.

As you begin your last braid you look at the bedside clock to see that the time has encroached uncomfortably close to 1 o’clock in the morning. Charles has now laid back on your bed again, scrolling and occasionally tapping something out on his phone.

“Do you have anything to do in the morning?” You ask sheepishly, trying to hint at the time.

“Nothing until 7:30, but I probably should head back to my room, huh?” He chuckles and grabs his jacket, his partially filled water, roughly checks to make sure he didn't leave anything, then begins to slip on his shoes. Once he's ready to leave, though, he lingers for a moment, coming to stand with you at the long mirror that's hung on the wall near the door while you admired the finished product.

“Oh, okay.” You pause for a moment, obviously trying to remember the simple question you wanted to ask much earlier but completly forgot to. “Do you think Ferrari will have any luck in qualifying tomorrow?”

“I guess we will see, won’t we?” He continues to follow you as you dig through your luggage for a small BIC lighter, and you look up to see the same confused look from the earlier unbraiding experience plastered on Charles’ face.

“It’s for the braids. But that information is for the next hair lesson. Now go.” You shoo him towards the door, following behind him. He begins to open the door to leave, but not before turning to give you a short, sweet kiss on your lips.

“I can’t wait." His eyes scan your face briefly before finally beginning to exit. "See you in the morning…well I guess…you know what I mean. Want me to bring you something for breakfast tomorrow?” He now had a foot out of the door.

“Could you? I’m always jealous of the pastries you have in the morning on quali days.” You smile at him, absentmindedly messing with a newly done braid.

“Absolutely.” He starts to walk away but quickly sticks his foot back in the door. “I really like your hair, by the way. I don't really think I said that.”

“Thank you, Charles. Now get out of here.” Your response was sappy and motherly, causing him to flash you one last bright, childlike smile before leaving. All you could do was walk back to your bed, a goofy looking grin pasted on your face.

#f1 x black!reader #black reader #black fem!reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x black!reader #carlos sainz

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pippatis · 1 month

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I was surprised to see some people express an interest in my Starbound characters, and I've been thinking about it ever since, so I hope you guys don't mind if I open up about them a bit. Here's the first character I played as after being introduced to Frackin' Universe.

This is Neutron, a member of the X'i race. Their story is more than a few years old now and not quite up to my current standards, but I hope that you enjoy it anyways.

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As a new and oblivious seedling, they were discovered by a star faring group of human scientists from Earth. At first, the group took the infant alien in and hoped to use them to improve relations between the species, but two of the scientists, an older couple, came to care for them like their own child.

Despite the X'i's natural level of radioactivity, the couple was able to adopt the infant, and at first brought them along on their studies, teaching them many of the things they'd known. The child took a quick interest in physics, and the couple would name them Neutron soon after. Eventually, after several years, they would retire back to their home planet and bring Neutron with them.

Once coming of age, Neutron decided they wanted to become part of Earth's Protectorate, mostly to travel and begin their own studies out in the galaxy. Their parents, now much older and just wanting to enjoy their retirement in peace, would stay on Earth and communicate with them from afar.

However, after the induction ceremony, the Ruin came. It tore the planet of Earth apart, and Neutron's parents were two of the many casualties lost that day. Neutron themselves managed to make it to a junker starship, which was thrown from the planet during the final blast.

Neutron awakened after several days, finding radioactive bulbs growing on their skin. At first, they did not remember what had happened. They walked through the wrecked ship as S.A.I.L spoke to them, informing them of their next steps, but the AI was ignored. Neutron went first to a handheld communication device that their parents had given them for their travels. Even though the system within the ship was beyond repair, this was always supposed to reach them - but there was only static.

Once they remembered what had transpired, they began to tear the bulbs from themselves, bringing their emotional anguish into a physical form as well. Neutron broke down and landed on their knees as the faint green glow of the bulbs around them slowly began to fade.

After another day or so, Neutron's hunger has become insatiable. Though they wish to die as well, they have noticed and begun staring at the seemingly lush planet their ship had brought them to. S.A.I.L's constant prodding to visit the unfamiliar world was wearing on their nerves, and begrudgingly, they decided to go and investigate.

While upon the planet, Neutron would notice its nature's unmistakable similarity to Earth's, although it was of course hardly inhabited. They traveled across it's surface, meeting the occasional starhopper, and even a few who simply lived there.

Eventually they came upon a lab, which was tended to by a massive, sapient amphibian creature. Enthusiastic for a student, the being enlisted Neutron's help in fixing some of his broken machinery. Even in their current state, Neutron was able to remember their fascination with the sciences, and agreed.

The final task given to Neutron saw them travel all the way down to the core of the planet, where the heat was scorching. Neutron was particularly averse to heat, and it was here that they once again began to think of how easy it would be to let go, to let the magma consume them. It would take only seconds.

But some part of them wanted to keep going, to keep learning, in their parents' wake. Even the planet they'd accidentally come upon was full of new knowledge and experiences. Neutron realized that to fully honor their parents' wishes, they should continue to chase their own.

Now, Neutron travels in a ship they built themselves, using the junker as a base. It is full of the research they've gathered. They still wear the remains of the ripped Protectorate uniform around their neck and carry the communication device without fail, and their goal never changes - to continue to study, even when that research sometimes blows up, literally.

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shalpilot · 2 months

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Hello! It's been a while since I asked you something

So, i'm not really into ffxiv stuff (like, plot, game itself, etc) but I'm extremely curious about your oc Kiril. Due to this i came up with some questions (they're so basic, because i need to know at least something to ask a proper question)

1. Can we get a lil' bit of Kiril's backstory (other than running away from home). As far as i understood, he ran away with his sister/friend Yesui and something bad happened to her. So, maybe now you can give some extra details on their runaway and her death (if it was death, obviously)?

2. What about Kiril's parents? I didn't get the thing about forehead scales (maybe, it's described in ffxiv wiki or smth, idk) and who were they? Some sort of a ruler? Just soldiers?

3. Not really important but how do you pronounce Kiril and Yesui's names (full, of course)?

So, I'm glad to write again and being eager to wait for your new answers

Probably, if it doesn't bother you, i'd ask more questions in future about Kiril

edit: question one ain’t canon anymore LOLOLOL. yesui still dies in coerthas but it’s related 2 the herectics now. idk how bc I like. just stared heavensward but. we will see.

1) I actually rolled Kiril’s last name and ended up getting one of the tribes with canon lore which is GREAT for me bc it helped me mold his backstory more. I’m not at the part where I actually get to learn about ‘em in-game cuz i only started playing like a month ago but to boil down what I know, the Dotharl tribe believes in reincarnation & as a whole the Xaela- pausing. Kiril is an Au Ra (race), a Xaela Au Ra (black scales; nomadic), and a Dotharl (tribe). hope that makes sense lol. anyways as a whole the Xaela are pretty unwelcoming to outsiders and even Xaela from other tribes. Every year they have a Naadam which is battle where the victor “claims dominion” over the Azim Steppe (homeland) for the year. The Dotharl emphasize not fearing death and not being a fucking pussy

all of that is setup LOL. Anyways, Kiril was born shortly after the death of a notable warrior (also named Kiriltugh) and so he was set on the path of becoming a warrior since essentially day one. thing is, he a.) hated it and b.) was shit at it. he struggled to pick up even the most basic parts of fighting and suffered a lot of berating due to it. at the same time, an older girl in the tribe was making strides and becoming a veritable golden child in the eyes of the adults. that was Yesui! she was incredibly strong for her age and seemed to have a natural gift for battle. but very importantly, she was also understanding of Kiril’s struggles & helped train him even after plenty of other people had declared him a lost cause. eventually though, despite her best efforts (and Kiril’s improvements! turns out a mentor who doesn’t yell at you is a lot more effective) Kiril made up his mind to just. leave. when he told Yesui about his plan, she insisted on coming with him. even with Kiril protesting (you’re doing fine here; don’t ruin your life by coming along!) she wasn’t going to let a 10 year-old leave on his own.

They travel together for an undecided amount of time- left vague so I can update it when i get to later expansions (heehee) until they eventually end up in Coerthas, a snowy region. To my understanding this is pretty fucking far away so I think they must’ve argued their way into an adventuring party or several to make it all that way. they didn’t exactly have a plan; it was just “keep going until we feel like it.”

(a realm reborn spoilers until the next question.)

in Coerthas, things take a pretty sharp nosedive for the two of them and they end up alone and very, very lost. their adventuring party was attacked by a beast tribe and the materials they were carrying were ran off with. They manage to find a cave which offers them a small amount of shelter. Yesui leaves Kiril there while she goes to look for any kind of settlement they might be able to hole up in. she’s gone for ages. and when she comes back, excitedly promising Kiril she’s found someplace safe, she seems… off. she’s holding his hand a little too tight, moving a little too fast. she assures Kiril that where they’re going is safe, warm, and “beautiful”, but the storm raging around them only seems to be getting worse.

…i’m gonna get a little more technical from here because i want to make the rest of this into a comic rather than writing it out.

what’s happened to Yesui is she’s become enthralled by a primal god. Garuda, the resident primal of the region, is in the process of being summoned by the same beast tribe that attacked them, with the items they were transporting (large quantities of crystals). the more followers a primal accrues, the more powerful they become, and something in the region has caught her attention.

Kiril.

so, using Yesui as means to draw him to her, she means to take control of him as well. unbeknownst to either of them, Kiril is under the protection of Hydaelyn, a different (benevolent) goddess who grants Kiril immunity to the thrall of primals. in shielding him, She also ends up shattering the crystals being used in the ritual, causing it to fail. in the ensuing chaos, Kiril escapes with Yesui and manages to find an actual settlement. he begs for help for him and his closest friend- who has remained enthralled even after the disruption of the ritual.

the thing about those who become enthralled is that there is no helping them. what’s more, every follower is another source of strength for a primal.

she cannot be allowed to live.

despite his desperate pleas, despite his promises that she’ll never hurt anyone, Yesui is put to death.

he is far, far from home, and he’s never been more alone in his life.

….then some stuff happens and he becomes an adventurer. i don’t wanna fill in everything just yet, haha.

2.) His mom is a goldsmith and his dad’s a hunter! His mom’s forehead scales are just a trait female Au Ra have. men don’t tend to have as many/any scales there.

3.) Key-rill-too (full name is Kiriltugh) and Yesui is like. yeh-sooey. kinda :?

Kiril doesn’t tend to go by his full name because he feels he hasn’t earned it. this is more so a thing before he saved the entire realm; now it’s more of an affectionate nickname from friends.

#ask shal #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ocs #oc: kiriltugh #oc: yesui

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Welcome back to my Bad Things Happen Bingo! This time after only three weeks!

Fandom: My time at Portia

Pairing: Arlo x Female Builder

Summary: Elenya knew the perfect birthday gift for Arlo. All she had to do was dig it up in the abandoned ruins. That shouldn't take too long, right?

Word count: 7,653

Prompt: Forgetting to Eat

Author’s note: As I promised last time, this one is a lot fluffier than the last. You probably need to call your dentist again after reading this. I once again sneaked a marriage proposal into this. It's cheesy. You are warned.

Oh, and I've read so many times through this that I'm not sure anymore what I even wrote. So I hope everything still makes sense and wish you a happy reading. Take enough time for that, it once again got way out of hand.

I'm not yet sure wich prompt I should write next, so if you have a special wish, let me know. There are still 13 fields left.

Warnings: a little Angst and lots of Fluff, Fainting, Unintentional Eating Disorder, Sweet Arlo

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Lost in Preparations

On a warm autumn day, as the leaves were just beginning to change their colour, Elenya stood in front of her worktable with slumped shoulders. Arlo's birthday was already in two days and she had no idea what to give him.

Last year, she had given him a multi-function knife, which he had been very thrilled about. She knew how much he liked functional gifts. Spaghetti and spicy food were also always a safe bet.

But now that they had officially been a couple for 10 months, she felt the pressure to top last year's gift. But how ?

Maybe a new waist pack? No, she had just made him a new one a few weeks ago, after his old one had broken.

A new leather belt? Hmm, he could always use those, but that was just way too simple. Just like a bouquet of roses. He got those from her regularly anyway. She just couldn't help herself. No matter how often she gave him roses, each time his eyes lit up with joy and her heart filled with warmth at the sight. The deep, passionate kisses that always followed afterwards were one of her favourites too, leaving her heart racing and her cheeks burning with heat.

Just the thought of it brought a smile to her face, and for a moment, she stared dreamily into the air. She really loved Arlo and would do anything to make him happy.

But then she remembered why she was thinking about this in the first place and shook her head firmly.

Damn it, none of this was getting her anywhere. What could she possibly give him?

Desperately, her gaze wandered over her workshop until her eyes lingered on her recovery machine. Suddenly she remembered when Arlo's eyes had also lit up so joyfully. Namely, when he had seen the finished relic of the soldier with lance in the museum, when she set it up there.

That was it! Why hadn't she thought of that earlier?

He had even told her that he would like to have a soldier for himself, but simply had no time to look for the relic parts. But she still had two days time and, if she remembered correctly, she should already have a large portion of the parts.

Excited and with renewed energy, she scurried over to her chest where she kept her relic parts from Abandoned Ruin 2. She was pleased to find that she already had 4 of the 5 parts she needed. All that was missing was the lance.

A glance at her wristwatch told her that it was just after 2 pm, which meant that she still had half a day to find that very part. With the new, improved relic scanner they'd had for a while now, that shouldn't be a problem.

Thrilled that she had finally found a great gift idea, Elenya quickly packed her bag with her drill and enough water to last her through the day. Arlo's stern words about staying hydrated were forever embedded in her brain. However, the thought of taking some food with her didn't occur to her, as she could hardly wait to get Arlo's gift.

He will get the best birthday present ever from her!

~~~~~~

Exhausted and resigned, Elenya stood deep in the Abandoned Ruin, surrounded by stone and ore. Sweat trickled down her back. It was now 10 p.m. and she still hadn’t found the missing lance. Only other relic parts and lots of iron ore, which she could use very well, were piled up in her bag.

Although she had grown accustomed to mining by now, eight hours at a stretch was not to be underestimated. Despite the drill being much faster than the pickaxe, it was heavier, and she felt the burning sensation in her arms. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep the drill steady, and her body was demanding a rest.

Damn , if she didn't find the relic soon, she would probably really have to switch to roses. Which she absolutely didn't want to do.

Daring one last try, she activated her relic scanner and looked around in all directions. She was about to give up completely when finally, far in the back, the eagerly longed-for reading appeared.

Soldier with Lance Piece 3

She had found it! With a soft, delighted squeal, she raised her drill and, forgetting her exhaustion for the moment, drilled her way to the relic.

It took almost another half hour before she was finally able to triumphantly collect the lance. But now she finally had it, and just the thought of Arlo's hopefully joyful face was worth all the effort.

Now truly exhausted, she pocketed the relic and made her way outside. It was just after 11 p.m. when she finally got back to her workshop and her overtired brain just managed to remind her to put the relic parts into the recovery machine so it could work overnight.

After a quick shower - because even in her tired state she didn't want to go to bed as dirty as she was - she snuggled under her blanket and was asleep within seconds.

~~~~~~

Elenya awoke the next morning to a ray of sunlight tickling her nose. Grumbling softly, she buried her face in her pillow and tried to go back to sleep when she realised what that sunbeam meant. Startled, she shot up.

Oh no, how late was it already?

A glance at the clock next to the bedroom door told her that it was already 10 a.m., and for a moment, she just stared at the clock.

Had she seriously slept for 10 hours? This had never happened to her before! And then, of all times, when she had absolutely no time for it. She still had to finish Arlo's present after all.

As quickly as she could, she finished the most necessary things in the bathroom, and then rushed outside to check on her recovery machine. Fortunately, it had finished overnight, and in front of her now stood another model of the soldier. It was then that she finally noticed what she hadn't thought of at all yesterday.

The thing was huge. Well, not huge huge, it just reached her hip, but definitely too big to just put it in your room. Where was Arlo supposed to put it? His room at headquarters was small, but cosy and not made for such big statues.

With a deep sigh, she raked through her hair. What was she supposed to do now? She had been so sure she had found the perfect gift, after all.

Desperately, she ran through her options in her mind, but she couldn't think of anything. Only the loud growling of her stomach brought her out of her thoughts and she realised how hungry she was. She had not eaten anything since breakfast yesterday, after all.

Continuing to think about gift possibilities, she went back into the house to make herself something to eat when her eyes fell on the small llama figurine standing on her tea table behind the sofa. Oaks had given it to her after she had helped him build his own little booth to sell his carvings…

That was it! She would just carve a smaller version of the soldier! Arlo would surely be just as happy about it as he was about the original.

Buzzing with excitement, she quickly grabbed an apple from the bowl on her small dining table and scurried back to her work table, far too eager to make herself something properly to eat. She still had a good 12 hours to carve and paint the soldier. And if she tried really hard, she could even make the arms and legs flexible. She would only need small joints for that, or maybe even just....

Completely absorbed in her work, the day passed by unnoticed for Elenya.

The first two attempts she made ended up in the firewood pile shortly after, but then she finally got the hang of it and gleefully carved two arms, two legs, a head and the torso. She forged the lance out of copper to make it look more realistic, and before she knew it, she was painting the individual body parts in the glow of the small lantern at her work table.

While doing this, she had to stop every now and then because her hands were shaking terribly, but she tried not to let that distract her. She was so close to completing the gift that she couldn't take a break now. Instead, she took another sip of the apple juice she had gotten in between and continued with the delicate work.

Shortly before 12 p.m., she was finally finished. Proudly, she looked at her work. The original relic stood right next to it, and she had to say she couldn't have done better. The two looked absolutely identical.

Well, except for the size. Then again, that was the whole point of her work.

Satisfied with her work, she wiped her face in exhaustion and then stood up on trembling legs. A slight headache had spread behind her forehead and she just wanted to go to bed. A voice in the back of her head begged her to please eat something, but she was far too exhausted for that. She just managed to set an alarm for tomorrow - because there was no way she would oversleep on Arlo's birthday - and then she slipped away into dreamland.

~~~~~~

The next morning, her headache was gone, but the trembling in her hands continued. She was nauseous and her stomach protested the lack of food. But she could not eat anything now. She wanted to invite Arlo to a leisurely breakfast at Django's, where they could enjoy some quality time together. They hadn't had time for themselves in a while, so she didn't want to spoil her appetite beforehand.

And she could probably hold out until then. She would quickly freshen up in the bathroom, change into something nice, and then make her way up to the Civil Corps headquarters. That would take about an hour, but at this point, it probably wouldn't make much of a difference.

However, the trouble began as soon as she got out of bed. The moment she stood upright, an overwhelming dizziness took hold of her, causing her to grab onto the bedpost for support. It lasted for almost a minute before the room stopped spinning. Relieved, she let go of the bedpost.

Okay, that seemed a bit excessive to her now. She hadn't eaten for a day, her body should be able to handle that. Besides, it would all be worth it. She couldn't wait to see Arlo's face when she gave him her present!

With the image of Arlo's shining blue eyes in her mind, she got ready as planned, ignoring the warning signs of her body, and after a glass of water to calm her stomach, she headed outside.

And there, on her worktable, was the little soldier, just as she had left it. It looked even better in the daylight and she was really proud of her work. The model was about a third of the size of the original, so it fit perfectly in Arlo's room.

As carefully as she could with her shaking hands, she slipped the figurine into her bag. Time to bring Arlo his present.

~~~~~~

Completely out of breath, Elenya arrived at the top of the hill. Never before had the way up to the headquarters been so difficult for her. The dizziness from earlier had returned on the way and left her completely disoriented. At times she couldn't even see the path in front of her, but fortunately she didn't have to. After almost two years in the small town, she knew the streets like the back of her hand and thus didn't let herself be distracted. Just a little more and then she would finally be able to eat something.

In front of the orange doors that now were the last thing to separate her from Arlo, she took a few deep breaths to appear as normal as possible and then pushed them open. She tried to be as quiet as possible in case Arlo decided to sleep in for once, but she needn't have bothered. To her surprise - or not really, they were talking about Arlo here after all - he was already sitting behind his desk going through some documents.

Leave it to the Civil Corps captain to work on his own birthday.

Unnoticed by him, she approached his desk with quiet steps, a loving smile on her lips. However, he seemed oblivious to her presence, even when she stood directly in front of him. For a moment, she contented herself with observing him. She let her eyes glide over the tousled red hair that hung slightly in his forehead, continuing over his long lashes and the rest of his handsome face until her gaze lingered on his lips. She could see them silently forming the words that were written on the paper. The mere sight of that beloved face released a tension in her that she hadn't even noticed. Unfortunately, this also had the effect of bringing back the dizziness and she decided not to postpone their breakfast together any longer. With fond, amused words, she addressed him.

"Didn't I tell you to take the day off?"

Startled, his head snapped up to her and his eyes instantly began to light up as he realised who was standing there in front of him.

"Elenya! Sweetheart, you're here. I didn't hear you at all." Faster than she could look, he had rounded his desk and his wonderful strong arms pulled her into a warm embrace.

With a happy sigh, she snuggled against his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. There was simply no place more wonderful than in Arlo's arms. She could have stayed there forever.

"I'm so happy you're here. How long have you been standing there?" Curious eyes greeted her as she lifted her head, not leaving his embrace though, and lovingly, she smiled at him.

"Not long. I didn't want to disturb you. But I hope you don't plan to work all day. After all, I have something nice planned for you."

Sheepishly, he grinned down at her. "I'm sorry. Mayor Gale had given me these documents yesterday, asking me to look them over when I had time, so I thought..." He trailed off.

"Did he mention they were urgent?" She raised an eyebrow challengingly, and with delight, she noticed a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

"No..." Embarrassed, he disengaged a hand from her back and rested it against his neck instead. A soft laugh escaped her at the cute sight, it was always nice to see when she could catch him off-guard, but her painfully contracting stomach quickly brought her back to her plan.

"Does this mean I'll have you to myself all day?" Hopefully, she looked at him.

Immediately his gaze softened and the hand on the back of his neck gently cupped her cheek instead. "Yes, as long as you want, sweetheart. I'm all yours. Whatever you have planned."

"Good, because I want you to have a really nice birthday. Starting with a birthday kiss, if that's what you want." Arlo's eyes darkened at her words and his face lowered to hers.

"I would never say no to something like that." His words brushed against her lips like a soft whisper, and she closed the remaining distance between them. His warm lips greeted hers and for a moment she lost herself in the deep kiss, her dizziness and racing heart receding into the background.

Eventually, they had to come up for air.

She slowly broke away from him, careful not to let her dizziness show, and smiled lovingly up at him.

"Happy birthday, Arlo, I love you. I also have something for you." With trembling hands, she reached into her bag to carefully pull out the small replica of the soldier.

Damn, she really needed to eat something soon.

Taking a deep breath to hide the telltale trembling of her hands, she then held the statue out to Arlo.

Wide-eyed, Arlo looked at her gift.

"Is that...?" Carefully, he took the little soldier from her hand, but she had more and more trouble following his movements and words.

Did he like her gift?

She couldn't tell. She could see his mouth moving, but the sudden roaring in her ears drowned it all out and black dots had begun to dance through her field of vision.

Was that a smile on his lips?

Something that looked like her name left Arlo's lips and his brows furrowed in concern, but the shadows over her field of vision grew larger and larger until nothing remained but darkness.

Her legs buckled and the last thing she noticed were strong arms catching her.

~~~~~~

When Elenya came to, she was lying on a soft surface, her legs propped up on several pillows. Someone patted her cheek lightly and called her name anxiously.

"Elenya, sweetheart, open your eyes. Come on, please."

What had happened? Where was she?

"Elenya, please." The voice became more desperate and with great effort she tried to follow the request. She didn't know what was going on, but she didn't want the warm voice to worry any further either. With difficulty, her eyelids fluttered open.

"Oh, thank God." A relieved sigh escaped the red and beige blur above her, and the hand that had been patting her cheek, gently cupped her face instead.

The hand was wonderfully warm.

"Sweetheart?"

The blur above her slowly focused into a face and she could make out Arlo's concerned look.

"What...?" She tried to ask what had happened, but the right words escaped her before she could say them. A veil lay over her mind, keeping her from grasping a clear thought, but fortunately Arlo didn't need to hear any more.

"You suddenly fainted. What happened? Are you hurt? Or sick? You feel slightly warm and your heart is racing."

Elenya could hear the words, hear the deep concern in them, but the meaning behind them remained hidden from her. Her body felt so heavy and without her noticing, her eyes fell shut again.

"No, no, no! Keep your eyes open. Come on, sweetie. You can do it." The patting of her cheek was back.

A low grumble escaped her and if she'd had the strength, she would have pushed the offending hand away from her cheek. Why wouldn't he let her sleep? She was so tired and nothing made sense anymore. Surely the world would be much clearer after some sleep.

But Arlo didn't seem to see it that way. He now started to shake her shoulder too and the tone of his voice became more and more alarmed. She still couldn't understand what he was saying, but she didn't like the panicked tone and wished she could do something to alleviate his fears.

What was he scared of?

But before she could open her eyes and ask, a terrible pain stabbed through her stomach and with a whimper she put her trembling hand over it.

"What's the matter? Is it your stomach? Please, talk to me." A large, warm hand settled over hers on her stomach and almost instantly the pain subsided. Instead, nausea set in and a loud grumble rang out, which her addled brain had trouble placing.

Arlo froze beside her at the sound. "Sweetheart?" he asked her hesitantly. "When was the last time you ate?"

Confused, she did open her eyes now. Arlo's still deeply concerned gaze greeted her.

Eaten ? That's right, there was this thing.... Weren't they going to have breakfast together?

She tried to find an answer to his question, but this time, too, the words escaped her before she could find them. Panic settled in.

What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she think ?

Helplessly, she looked at Arlo.

"Shit! Okay, I'll just get you some juice. Keep your eyes open, okay? Don't fall asleep, I'll be right back." Hastily, Arlo jumped up and disappeared from her sight.

Juice? What was she supposed to do with that?

Her confusion only seemed to grow stronger with each passing minute, and with it her panic, so she tried to focus on what Arlo had told her to do.

Keep eyes open. That should be easy, after all.

…

Or not. Her head began to throb the longer her eyes were open and the world blurred before her, worsening her nausea.

Elenya's eyes threatened to close just as Arlo thankfully reappeared in front of her, a large glass of orange liquid in his hand.

"Here, drink this, you should feel a lot better in a second." Gently, his left hand slid under her head, lifting it slightly, then held the glass to her lips with his other hand.

The thought of getting something in her stomach made her feel even more nauseous, but Arlo didn't let that stop him. He persistently tipped the glass until she surrendered and drank the sweet juice.

The juice burned like fire in her stomach, but the more she drank, the less nauseous she felt. Arlo held the glass to her lips until it was empty and then gently placed her head back on the pillow beneath her. His hand didn't go far, though, and slid down her neck until his fingers pressed gently against her pulse.

Without breaking the contact with her skin, he lowered himself onto the coffee table in front of the sofa on which she was lying, his worried blue eyes watching her face intently and she just stared back. Lost herself in the beautiful blue she had instantly fallen in love with and always managed to calm her down. So much so that at first she didn't even notice how her heartbeat slowed down and how the trembling of her hands began to subside a little.

It wasn't until Arlo let out a relieved sigh and his tense shoulders fell, that she noticed that the veil over her thoughts had also thinned and her brain was finally starting to function again.

"Arlo..." Like a mere breath, his name left her lips and with a trembling hand she tried to reach for him. Unfortunately, she still had no strength at all and limply it threatened to fall back onto the couch.

But Arlo, the wonderful, ever observant man that he was, quickly reached for hers with his free hand and squeezed it gently.

"I'm here. It's all right." The hand on her pulse slid up to her cheek and gently his rough thumb caressed her cheek.

"I'm so sorry..." With horror, she realised what had just happened and ashamed, she turned her face into his palm, trying to hide from him.

Oh God, how could she have let something like this happen?

She had thought she had more time before she had to eat something, but her body must have had enough of her bullshit. She had hoped for a leisurely breakfast with Arlo, but instead, she had fainted before his eyes and frightened him. What a way to ruin his birthday.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." She tried to sit up, wanting to show him that she was better now, but immediately the world started spinning and with a groan she fell back.

Oh God...

"Woah, hey, don't move!" Startled, Arlo caught her head just before it could uncontrollably fall back onto the couch and gently placed it back onto the pillow.

"Please stay down. Your blood sugar must have been dangerously low. The juice will only help for a short time. We really need to give you something real to eat. When was the last time you ate something?" Still full of worry, he looked at her questioningly and now that she could think a little better again, she tried to answer his question.

"I... I had an apple yesterday around noon..."

Arlo's eyes widened. "And the day before yesterday?"

She thought hard. Right, what had she actually eaten before that? She had eaten breakfast and then thought about what she could give Arlo, and then....

She was horrified to realise that she hadn't eaten anything for almost two days, instead of just one, as she had thought this morning. Oh God, how could she have forgotten?

"Elenya?" Arlo seemed to have noticed her shock, for he worriedly guided her averted gaze back to him with his hand on her cheek. Ashamedly, she looked at him.

"I had breakfast the day before yesterday..."

He looked back in complete horror as he came to the same conclusion as she. "You haven't eaten for two days?! What on earth were you thinking!" His horror quickly turned to anger and agitated he jumped up. “How could you be so careless?!”

In distress, she involuntarily flinched, and tears welled up in her eyes. She knew she deserved his anger, but she still felt weak and frightened from the whole ordeal, with a terrible headache pulsating behind her forehead. The tears spilled over.

Immediately Arlo was back at her side, his warm hands gently cupping her cheeks and wiping away the tears.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. It's going to be alright. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. I'm just so incredibly angry at you. But that can wait. I'm going to make you something to eat first and then you'll start feeling better. Okay?" His words and touch were so gentle that only more tears flowed from her eyes.

She didn't deserve his kindness. She had wanted to give him a nice birthday and instead he now had to cook for her and take care of her because of her own stupidity.

A sob escaped her.

"I'm sorry, Arlo... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Shh, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay. Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of you," he whispered, gently wiping away her tears and showering her with love until her tears finally dried up.

Unfortunately, her emotional breakdown left her even weaker, and her eyes threatened to close.

"Oh no, don't close your eyes! You can't sleep yet. You have to eat something first, sweetheart. Come on, I'll help you sit up. Maybe it will be a little easier for you," he pleaded.

Elenya slowly opened her eyes again and looked tiredly at Arlo. She felt weak and dazed, but his words and loving touch made her feel safe and secure. She nodded weakly and let him help her sit up.

Arlo supported her carefully, not letting go until he was sure she could sit on her own. "Okay?" he asked gently.

“Yeah… I think so.” She still felt like sleeping, but doing so sitting upright was a lot less comfortable, so she should be fine for now. Even if her head protested strongly at her new position.

Arlo smiled lovingly at her and gently stroked her cheek. "Good. I will just make you something to eat now, okay? If you need anything or you feel lightheaded again, call me immediately, alright?"

She smiled back and felt her heart fill with love and gratitude. She sometimes really didn't know how she deserved someone like Arlo.

After a soft kiss to her forehead, he headed over to the small kitchen at the back of the room, beneath the platform leading to Remi’s room and soon after, she could hear the soft clinking of bowls and pans.

For the next few minutes she let the sounds envelop her, reassured with the knowledge that Arlo was near her. As long as he was there, nothing could happen to her, even if she herself wasn’t even able to lift her arms right now. She had really put herself completely out of action.

Her peace was unfortunately disturbed, though, when goose bumps began to spread all over her body. She suddenly felt terribly cold and her body started shivering.

God, what was wrong with her now?

Desperately, she wrapped her arms around her upper body, hoping to retain some warmth, but it felt as if there was not a bit of warmth left in her body. She hadn't really wanted to disturb Arlo, but the shivering was using up more energy than she had available right now, so she called out weakly for him.

"Arlo?"

Almost immediately, the redhead was back at her side.

"Yes, darling? What's wrong? Are you feeling dizzy or nauseous? What do you need?" Concerned, his blue eyes looked at her.

"Cold..." Was the only thing she could get out, but thankfully Arlo didn't need to hear more. Full of worry, his gaze wandered over her trembling body, seeing the goosebumps on her bare arms.

"Oh no, wait a minute. I'll be right back."

Quickly Arlo disappeared from her field of vision and to her aching, overtired brain it felt as if he had only been gone for a second before he returned with a grey bundle.

"Here, this should warm you up. I like to wear it when it's cold."

He carefully unfolded a grey sweater and held it out in front of her. "Let's get you warmed up, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. Gently, he helped her sit up a little straighter and guided her arms into the sleeves of the sweater. With each movement, he made sure to be gentle and mindful of her weakened state.

As he pulled the sweater over her shoulders, she instantly felt the comforting warmth enveloping her body. The soft fabric provided a shield against the cold that had been seeping into her bones. However, she still couldn't help but shiver, her body struggling to regulate its temperature.

Noticing her continued trembling, Arlo's brows furrowed with worry. "Hang on, sweetheart," he reassured her, his voice filled with determination. "I'll make sure you're truly warm." He vanished again and came back with a soft blanket and tenderly draped it over her shoulders, tucking it around her for added warmth.

As the cosy sweater and the comforting blanket cocooned her, Elenya inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of Arlo that lingered on the fabric. The warm, earthy fragrance had a calming effect on her frayed nerves, easing her worries and bringing a sense of security.

The combination of the enveloping warmth and Arlo's scent had a soothing effect on her. It even managed to ease a little bit of her headache and with a happy sigh, she snuggled a little deeper into the softness.

“Better?” The soft and loving smile Arlo gave her warmed her even more and grateful, she smiled back.

“Yes, thank you. I feel warmer now, and your scent... it's incredibly calming." She closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the feeling of his presence surrounding her.

Smiling proudly, Arlo leaned down to place another soft kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering briefly against her skin. "I'm glad, sweetheart. You're safe and warm here with me."

With a final, tender touch to her cheek, Arlo walked back towards the kitchen, leaving Elenya filled with love and warmth.

Oh, she knew that. She even knew it back when she talked to Arlo for the first time. At first she had thought it was because he was the captain of the Civil Corps and thus radiated a certain underlying sense of security, but she quickly realised that there was much more to it. Just hearing his warm voice filled her with a deep calmness and his strong presence magically drew her in. She had rarely felt so safe and protected as when he was there.

For the next ten minutes, Elenya struggled to keep her eyes open. First, the comfortable warmth and Arlo's scent invited her to sleep, and second, her aching head begged her to please close her eyes. But she resisted. She had already ruined Arlo's birthday enough; she couldn't scare him again by falling asleep again. Besides, she didn't want to wake up disoriented like that again. The feeling of not being able to think properly was one of her worst fears. That was also one of the reasons why she never drank alcohol.

Fortunately, she didn't have to hold out much longer, and Arlo came back to her with two full plates. He carefully placed them on the coffee table in front of her and then disappeared into the kitchen again to bring her another full glass of orange juice.

Curiously, she looked at the plate in front of her. On it piled up a stack of crepes with fruit sauce, which looked really delicious. For himself, Arlo had made some crepes with mushrooms and cheese, which looked equally good.

"Here, sweetheart, I hope you like them. I'm not as good a cook as you, but I think I can make some decent crepes." Chuckling softly, he carefully sat down to her left and seeking his closeness, she leaned against his shoulder.

"These look wonderful. Thank you so much, Arlo. I'm just sorry I made you cook on your birthday..." Apologetically, she looked up at him, but Arlo waved it off.

Gently, he cupped her cheek with his left hand and stroked it soothingly with his thumb.

"Don't worry about it, okay? I love taking care of you. Don't get me wrong, I'm still furiously mad at you, but for now, I'm just glad you're with me and not unconscious in a ruin somewhere. Now let's eat. You need to get your strength back." With gentle movements, he helped her free herself from the blanket and then handed her a fork he had brought with him.

Unfortunately, her arms were still so weak, and her hands were shaking so much that she could barely hold it. Quickly, Arlo's hand closed around hers so she wouldn't drop it.

"Oh, sweetie, you're still shaking so much. Come, drink some more juice. I think you still need a lot more sugar." Gently, he took the fork from her again and handed her the orange juice instead. She could hold the heavy glass even less, of course, but Arlo's large, warm hand closed securely around hers, and with his help, she managed to bring the glass to her lips.

In amall sips she drank the sweet liquid. This time, too, the juice burned like fire in her empty stomach, and she had to force herself to swallow. As she sipped the juice, Arlo's concerned gaze never left her face. He could see the effort it took for her to consume even a small amount, but he remained patient and supportive by her side.

Once she finished the juice, Arlo set the glass aside and picked up a forkful of the crepes from her plate. He held it up to her lips, urging her to eat.

"Come on, sweety, take a bite. You need to regain your strength," Arlo encouraged softly, his eyes filled with affectionate concern.

Elenya hesitated for a moment, feeling shame creep up her body at the prospect of needing to be fed, but she trusted Arlo. She opened her mouth, allowing him to feed her the delicious bite of crepes. The flavours danced on her taste buds, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Maybe it was because she hadn't eaten in so long, but she had never eaten crepes so good. Arlo surprised her again and again with his cooking skills.

As Arlo continued to feed her small bites, she couldn't help but feel grateful for his unwavering support. Despite her mistakes and shortcomings, he remained by her side, taking care of her in the most loving way possible.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Just a few more bites, and you'll start feeling better," he whispered, his voice filled with encouragement.

Elenya nodded weakly, a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion evident in her eyes. She couldn't express in words how much she appreciated Arlo's care and understanding. It was in moments like these that she realised how lucky she was to have him by her side.

As she savoured the last bite of her meal, she leaned against Arlo's shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. The combination of food and Arlo's comforting presence had worked wonders on her weary body.

"Thank you, Arlo," she whispered softly, her words carrying a depth of emotion.

Arlo's arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him. He placed a gentle kiss on her temple and whispered, "You don't have to thank me, Elenya. I’m always here to take care of you."

Overjoyed, she snuggled even closer to Arlo's side, while he began to eat his breakfast as well, not loosening his arm around her shoulders.

In the pleasant silence that followed, Elenya felt more and more energy returning to her body. The headache remained, unfortunately, but her hands finally stopped shaking and her arms no longer felt as if they were made of jelly.

Relieved at this development, she wrapped her arms around Arlo's waist and pressed herself a little closer to his warm body. Arlo immediately put his fork aside at her movement and gently lifted her face with his now free hand. Relieved eyes met hers.

"Hey, feeling better?" Attentively, he watched her.

"Yes, much better. My head hurts terribly, but I don't feel so weak anymore. Thank you." She couldn't help but thank him again. Almost all her life she had to take care of herself, so even after almost a year of relationship, sometimes it was still hard for her to accept Arlo's care for what it was. Love.

"I'm glad to hear that, but I don't like that about your head." Concern mingled back into his gaze and his hand on her cheek went up into her hair to gently massage her head.

"How about we lay down in my bed and you rest for a bit?" Arlo suggested, his voice filled with concern. "Hopefully, your head will feel better if you sleep for a while." He leaned forward, pressing warm lips against her forehead, lingering there for a moment. With a relieved sigh, Elenya closed her eyes, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. The soft, circular movements on her scalp eased a part of her headache, and Arlo's gentle touch seemed to dispel any pain she felt.

As she contemplated the idea of sleeping, a wave of guilt washed over her. Uncertainly, she looked back up at him. "But it's your birthday... I can't just sleep away half the day."

"Don't worry about that. As long as you're here with me, I don't need more," Arlo reassured her, his soft lips now pressing against hers. The warmth of his kiss enveloped her, and she responded with equal affection. Her heart overflowed with love for Arlo, the wonderful man who chose to love her so gently.

Breaking away from the kiss, Arlo looked at her with gentleness in his eyes. "Come on, let's lie down for a bit."

He stood up and gently slid his arms under her knees and back, carefully lifting her into his arms. Elenya couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security as he cradled her against his chest. Resting her head on his shoulder, she felt the rhythmic beat of his heart lulling her into a state of tranquillity.

With unhurried steps filled with tenderness, Arlo carried her towards his bedroom. He carefully laid her down on the bed, making sure she was nestled in the soft blankets and pillows. Then, he helped her out of her uncomfortable jeans, before removing his own pants and snuggling up with her under the covers. She found herself quickly enveloped in his strong arms, her head pillowed on his chest just above his heart, while their legs entwined.

Arlo's right hand came up to gently massage her head, instantly relieving all tension from her body. However, he wasn't quite ready to let her sleep yet, and with his next question, the tension resurfaced.

"Elenya," he began softly, his voice filled with worry, "before you fall asleep, will you please tell me why you didn't eat for two days? How could this have happened? You scared the hell out of me." The arm around her shoulder tightened, and Elenya, feeling ashamed, hid her face in his chest.

It was never in her mind to scare him like that, and she couldn't quite tell if her explanation would only make things worse or better.

She tried to look at him apologetically, but his hand continued the soothing massage, so she settled for speaking against his chest. Taking a deep breath, she gathered the strength to explain.

"I'm so sorry, Arlo... I really wanted you to have a wonderful birthday, including the best birthday present ever..." She explained how she had spent almost an entire day in the abandoned ruins, followed by another day making a smaller version of the soldier. She confessed that she had become too caught up in her work and the excitement of finding the perfect gift, completely forgetting to eat.

Arlo's hand had stopped massaging her head during her explanation, so she lifted her head to look at him uncertainly. His expression was unreadable, leaving her anxious.

"And this morning... I thought I had more time before I had to eat. I was going to have a leisurely breakfast with you, but... everything got out of hand."

Arlo's expression softened as he heard her voice breaking on the last words. He cupped her cheek tenderly with his hand. "Oh sweetheart, your well-being is more important than any celebration. Why did you push yourself so hard?"

Tears welled up in Elenya's eyes as she spoke with a trembling voice. "I don't know, Arlo. I got caught up in my work, trying to make everything perfect. And I guess I forgot about taking care of myself. I didn't realise it had been two days until now, and I'm so sorry. I really didn’t want to ruin your birthday."

A single tear escaped her eyes, and Arlo gently wiped it away. "Oh sweetheart, you didn't ruin anything. I'm just glad you're okay. But please, never do anything like that again. I don't ever want to see you fainting in my arms again, especially not because of something that can be easily avoided. It hurts me to see you like this." He held her gaze seriously, yet full of love. "But I might have an idea that could make today the best birthday ever and ease my worries for you."

Elenya's ears perked up at his words, and she propped herself up slightly on his chest to get a better look at him. Curiosity filled her voice as she asked, "What is it?"

"Marry me," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"I...what?"

"Marry me. You would make me the happiest man in the world, and at the same time, I could always take care of you from now on. Can make sure you eat a proper breakfast and don't go to bed without dinner. I can't imagine anything better than waking up next to you every morning and falling asleep next to you in the evening. I want you by my side for the rest of my life. So, will you marry me?"

Speechless, she looked up into Arlo's hopeful face. He wanted to marry her! She could hardly believe it. Her heart raced in her chest and she struggled to find the right words through the resulting throbbing in her head.

"Arlo... I... I don't know... I don't know what to say."

A loving smile settled on his lips. "How about yes?"

"Oh God, yes. Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" Overjoyed, she pulled herself up against him and passionately pressed her lips to his. Never in her life had she been so happy as at that moment. Even her exhaustion and that damn headache couldn't dampen her joy.

Arlo returned her kiss with equal passion, his hands gently cradling her face. The kiss deepened, and for a moment, they existed solely in their love for each other. Only when they needed to catch their breath did they break away, but Elenya kept her head close, looking deeply into his beloved blue eyes.

"I love you, Arlo. So much. You make me so incredibly happy."

"I love you too, Elenya."

For a moment they lost themselves in each other's eyes, but then Arlo's face grew serious again and concern mingled back into his gaze.

"Come on, lie back down, sweetie. I can see how much your head hurts. You need to rest."

With a sigh, she agreed with Arlo. The longer she kept her head up, the stronger the throbbing became, so she let him manipulate her until she was safely back in his arms, now lying almost completely on top of him, her head buried in his shoulder. His left arm was wrapped tightly around her shoulders while his right gently massaged her head again, hoping to soothe her enough to fall asleep.

And surrounded by Arlo's warmth and scent, she felt herself drifting closer to sleep. However, an urgent question intruded on her mind, demanding an answer.

"Arlo?"

"Yes, darling?"

"How did you like my present, by the way? I didn't really catch that earlier..."

A soft chuckle rumbled through the chest beneath her.

"I love it. You did a wonderful job. But then, you are an incredible builder. My sweet, incredible builder."He pressed a warm kiss to the top of her head. "But now sleep, sweetheart. I will look after you."

And so she did. Enveloped in Arlo's strong arms, his warm chest beneath her and surrounded by his scent, she could think of no better place to sleep.

#bad things happen bingo #bad things happen bingo: forgetting to eat #my time at portia #mtap #my time at portia arlo #mtap arlo #mtap female builder #mtap builder elenya #hurt/comfort #fainting #arlo my love

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sedicisantidote · 2 years

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A Delusionally Optimistic Take On Why Next Year Will Actually Be Our Year Unlike The Previous "Our Years"

Ferrari is the machine who has been sitting in the dark for too long and now they've rusted and some cogs have stopped working, some need to be replaced, they need oil and basically suffer from all sorts of problems. But sufficient time has passed and they've slowly but surely started getting their shit together, starting with the PU this year.

They didn't expect to be in the title fight this year, they were a little blindsided by it and they've never been good under pressure anyways. Nobody expected the red bulls to dnf in the first race, nobody expected that merc would fuck that badly with the w13 and nobody expected ferrari to actually come out on top given their previous track records.

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2020 was their worst year in the last few decades and the step up from being that power deficit to having the most powerful pu this year is already huge. Minus the outliers (like mexico) we're very near to matching red bull on pure pace, our issue is the tyre degradation. AND this is when the engine is turned down, when they find the solution for reliability, they'll not only be able to maximise the engines to the full potential but they might also be able to give it a boost as if a little upgrade comes as a consequence of the reliability solution, it's valid.

Next year, same powerful engine, new aero regs (and maranello genuinely has one of the best teams in aero development), new car and new set up, it bodes well for the issues.

Strategy is ofcourse a concern but they haven't had a strategy fuck up since hungary which is a new record and goes to show that they might not be completely terrible at it and that they're genuinely putting in efforts to improve and are benefitting from those efforts. They are also learning to start giving charles' input more value while making a decision and even though it should not be his responsibility, it's a good sign in regards to the future. Plus it's clear that they started doing that at charles' behest so as their leader, it's good that they value what he wants them to do. Communication between them also needs a lot of work but i will be delusional and hope that their efforts yield results.

The most important reason I have hope though, is Charles. He's not like the previous drivers they've had because he hasn't won yet and that's why he's the hungriest for it. He knows what he wants, he knows what he wants them to do, he knows what he needs to do, he isn't afraid of putting in the long hours or the hard work and he is talented as fuck. he's got all the ingredients of a multiple world champion and especially that winning mentality that mattia said ferrari as a whole has forgotten. he's never going to settle for anything less and he isn't going to let them settle for anything less either.

Charles is exactly the sort of leader they need, he is patient, he is kind while being firm, he leads by example, always strives for improvement, he is passionate and he gets their passion going too, which is going to make them give their 110% too. He is sure of his place within ferrari and his team clearly adore him for it.

There may not be public number ones or twos but privately there certainly is and going by every single thing Mattia, Laurent, John, etc have had to say about it, it's clear who is who. They know that Charles is their next champion and they know he can win without them too. He doesn't need reassurances over that, he knows his worth. Any other team would kill to have him which is no secret.

Charles' patience isn't going to last forever though and his love for ferrari may be in his blood at this point, but he is a racing driver before he is ferrari's driver. Ferrari are running out of time with him and he's going to need results soon to make him stay. He's no longer at the stage where they can appease him by just being ferrari, they have to return his efforts too.

At the end of the day, charles wants to win with them and they want to win, their goals are the same and if during the course of this year they haven't realised that they can't win wcc without prioritising charles & wdc, then well....but they can't be that stupid. they need to prove to charles that they want him to stay because if he leaves, there is no back up for them, they want to come back to the top asap, they want to not repeat their mistakes and basically every single thing points to them giving value to the wdc instead of just the team and leaving him to fend for himself.

charles is also stubborn as fuck, he will make them remember their winning mentality if that's the last thing he does and like , they don't even need to bend over backwards for him like other teams do, as long as they provide him the basic support a driver fighting for the wdc needs which is not fucking up his races and giving him a car he is comfortable in without compromise, he will win.

With 2022, they've got no excuses anymore. To go back to who they were, they must have identified their problems and are working on rebuilding the inner parts and along with charles, they basically have everything they need to become a well oiled machine once again.

(also this is kind of a different tangent but i love how he hasn't jumped in directly to renew his contract and is taking his time and weighing his future. idk who but a journalist (derogatory, it was probably ralf) said that he doesnt have a wdc under his belt to demand prioritisation (not that he needs to), and while he may not be able to do that, he has definitely earned the right to, and stating his goals before contract negotiations will begin for 2024 is such a good way to speed up the process of realisation)

#charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari

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The smaller teams taking in rookies to get them used to F1 seems like a good idea in theory. But the truth is that unless you are a truly exceptional driver, these teams are the worst.

How do they expect drivers to improve in a shitty car with shit strategies?

Russell got stuck at Williams for years before Merc rescued him. Guanyu got lucky that this year's AR isn't too bad (but still not good and even Valtteri struggles) but who knows what'll happen next year. Yuki is doing a good enough job DESPITE the car.

It shouldn't be like this.

People like to mention Leclerc as proof that the system works, but the truth is that he was the exception, he managed to get noticed as a rookie because of his skills and because he outscored his teammate by 30 points (and he was part of the FDA so Ferrari already knew him quite well).

MV0 is a nepotism baby so he doesn't count. Toro Rosso was a shitshow anyway. AT isn't much better but at least now they let drivers go rather than chain them to the RBR "family".

Mick isn't a rookie anymore but is stuck in a shitbox and people expect him to perform well? And compare him to his much more experienced teammate?

I'm not saying rookies should get to mid or top teams right away, but I don't think it's fair to expect so much of them if they're stuck in a shitty car for years.

I hoped the budget cap would even things out but obviously it didn't (especially since RBR cheated).

i do think a year or two at the back of the field or in the midfield can do wonders for your race craft but then again, you need a team that can actually help you improve which Haas clearly is not doing

George learned a lot of things at Williams, although we all can agree he was there at least a year too long, but i truly think it helped him with adjusting to his 2022 Shitbox

Max should‘ve definitely raced more in the midfield or well maybe a year or two in f2 would‘ve stopped him from the Crashstappen nickname, but then again, he can‘t race so it doesn‘t matter

In the beginning of the year the blame was much more on Mick‘s side than it is now, he would be outperforming Kevin without a doubt if they didn‘t screw him every week, be it with a car that doesn‘t work or whatever hole they pull their strategy out. Günther knows its not just Mick and it‘s why he keeps refusing to talk to sky germany bc they would rip him a new one, the damn clown

#kat talks #long post

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i can't assume to know what your goals are in art, so this might just be me sticking my head where it doesn't belong so please feel free to ignore this message if it ends up offensive in any way by me misunderstanding - but i do very strongly relate to being unable to improve in any kind of meaningful way that i can be satisfied with. i have plenty of artist friends who started off at around the same skill level as me, but have long since surpassed me in ways that i don't think i'll ever be able to compete with...however, i think as artists we are always harsh and honestly pretty unfair on ourselves when we self-critique. there are most definitely others who also hold their art up against yours and find themselves lacking, each person's journey in art is different. our goals, the steps we take, the ways we achieve results, it's all different and i think that's part of what makes it unfair to criticize our own art by comparing it to others. maybe i'm jealous of someone's landscape skills, but they're jealous of my character drawing, and so on.

one thing that i've found that helps me is to try and step back from how i'm feeling about my art in that very particular moment and try to see it from the point of view of myself 5 years ago, 10 years ago. my child self would be amazed at my progress even if my adult self struggles to find anything worth admiring, and i think resetting how i view my art in this way does work for me. i sometimes try to redraw older pieces as well, since that gives a much more tangible way of viewing that improvement. when my mindset about my art is bad, it's unlikely that i'll be satisfied with the redrawn piece but it forces me to notice the specific things that i've improved on even if they feel small as well as forcing me to admit that it's overall more technically skilled.

regardless, the end of the year is always rough with all the art roundups that everyone is posting. it's been a string of terrible years, so i'm dreading posting mine up, but it's still a good moment for self-reflection. take note of what you need to improve on but don't deny yourself what you're already good at and allow yourself to be proud of where you've gotten. and since i'm being pushy anyway, don't label yourself a "bad artist", the words we use to describe ourselves are important not just because it effects the way we perceive ourselves but because of how others perceive us. i follow you because i genuinely enjoy your art, but if someone labels themselves a "bad artist" then, well, if you're bad then am i wrong for enjoying your work? i know toxic positivity is a thing but - let's be realistic instead of falling either which way.

art is tough, and no matter how tough it gets there's something that just doesn't let us quit, isn't there? i wish you luck in your artistic journey, and i also hope that you can find more satisfaction in the process. apologies again if i've overstepped!

I really appreciate this- I think I needed a good talking to. Doing an art degree has taught me more about feeling inadequate than anything about art. I think being surrounded by so many talented people makes it really easy to start comparing myself and picking myself apart in comparison. Jealousy comes easy in that sense, not to mention, being an artist on the internet feels like a rat race. I’ve got lots of worries for my future 🫠

But I think you’re right. I need to focus more on the fact that I actually do improve and people do actually like my art and placing myself next to other artists to compare isn’t in any form productive. You’re a very kind person for dropping this in my inbox. I do really appreciate it. I am going to stick a work in progress at the end of this, as I feel an obligation to this blog to stay somewhat on topic 🥲

#work in progress #maybe it wasn’t that deep in the end

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justauthoring · 3 years

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Precious To Us [2]

In other words, you’re Seijoh’s manager.

This chapter, Oikawa’s fangirls.

A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I can’t help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)

Listen, Oikawa’s fangirls are mean.

They just are.

It doesn’t really matter to them that you’re a first year, if they’re supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.

They seem to think Oikawa’s theirs, even though, of course, he isn’t and if asked, he definitely would deny.

And they see you as a threat.

A big, big threat.

Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.

It doesn’t matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you don’t -- they’re jealous and they blame it all on you.

Honestly, the first month of managing is fine.

Now that you know who Oikawa is and you’re around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they don’t really bother you and you’re too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence.

You know you’ve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.

About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.

You’ve heard them, but you don’t really say anything otherwise because they’ve never done anything to you so you don’t really care either or.

Besides, even if you do think it’s tad bit pathetic, you can’t deny they’re devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?

But when you don’t stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, don’t get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?

That’s when they attack.

You’re already late.

And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, you’re rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.

You’re already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes you’ve made? You’re not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and you’re sure you’ve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.

You didn’t want them to think you’re imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasn’t it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--

Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.

They’re laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize you’re positive you’ve seen them before. You just can’t place your thumb on it. They’re not in your class, one of them doesn’t even seem to be in your year, and you don’t think you’d remember some random face you’d passed in the hall, so--

That’s right. You’ve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.

“What the--!”

“Listen.”

You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.

“You need to quit being manager for Oikawa-san’s volleyball team.”

And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head; “I don’t--”

“I think you perfectly understand,” the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.

“We don’t like how close you were with Oikawa-san.”

“And we’re sure Oikawa-san’s sick of seeing your ugly face every day.”

You’re stunned silent. Honestly, you’re not really sure what to say.

“We’ll give you till the end of the week,” the head girl smiles, but it’s a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. “Okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.

It’s takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.

Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.

Besides, you’re never one to skip anyways.

You don’t cry. You’re not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then you’re suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.

You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that you’d regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.

“What happened to your chin, Y/N? You’re bleeding.”

He steps towards you, but you brush him off.

“I just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.”

You smile and hope it’s enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawa’s already pulling him back onto the court.

“You’re so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!”

Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everything’s fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.

But even as he’s being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you don’t let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.

And it continues on like that for week.

By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill “it’s the only ones we have!” and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.

By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.

But you haven’t.

And it being the end of the week has you scared.

Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that you’re acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.

He seems to believe it fine.

Luckily for you, nothing happens.

You’re on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.

Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you don’t see her once all day, which that in itself isn’t odd since you’re in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.

But you don’t.

By the final bell, you’re relieved.

It was just a mindless threat. It didn’t mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didn’t have to deal with them again.

You’d just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they weren’t as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didn’t) so you’d just keep it in mind and--

“I’m pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.”

It’s a harsh thud, you don’t fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.

Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.

Aiko spits down at you. “Clearly you didn’t listen.”

“I’m not gonna just quit,” you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. “I love managing the volleyball team, and it’s not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I won’t let you--!”

“You really are just a slut.”

You’re stunned silent, lips left parted.

“Listen, I gave you a week, you didn’t listen.” Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. “I’ll show you what happens when I don’t get my way.”

She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think that’s it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really don’t want to give up the one thing that’s made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,

I can handle this.

But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didn’t want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldn’t just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then they’ll probably talk to the coach and...

and, it’s just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you weren’t feeling well and you’d be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.

But you don’t go back the next day.

When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that you’d finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.

And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.

But you don’t have any proof.

So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.

And of course she isn’t, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you don’t have it in by tomorrow, she’ll have to give you a failing grade.

Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichi’s watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.

But it only gets worse from there.

The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.

You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichi’s whose watching your curiously.

Slowly, you open it.

Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?

Laughter echoes, but when you look up, there’s three girls staring at you, all mockingly.

Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

He cannot see that.

And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.

“Slut.” The voice sneers.

Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyone’s giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.

But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyone’s against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just can’t hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.

The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.

They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.

You don’t go back to practice like you said you would.

And neither do you Tuesday.

When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you can’t handle this any longer.

No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys.

Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because there’s a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.

Permission to quite a club form.

“I think Y/N’s going to quite the team.”

It’s the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.

Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head; “what-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasn’t feeling well, which is why--”

“I saw the form this morning,” Kindaichi shakes his head, “I know what I read.”

Oikawa shakes his head. “Y/N would’ve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldn’t just--”

“Haven’t you guys heard the rumours going around?”

It’s Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, it’s easy to tell that he’s concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrow; “what are you talk--”

“I think someone’s been bullying her,” Kindaichi frowns. “It started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure it’s done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldn’t let me read it, and she wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--”

“There’s a rumour going around that’s she’s slept with all of us.”

It’s Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichi’s face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.

But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.

“What?”

Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified; “I thought you knew! I didn’t--”

Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.

You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. “Thank God you boys are here,” he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isn’t listening, “Y/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,” he’s looking directly at Oikawa, “she won’t tell me why. And please Y/N,” he turns to you, “I think you should reconsider.”

“We’ll talk to her,” Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.

Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when you’re left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.

It takes a second to find the words. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to any of you about it, but I...” And your voice falters, even you can’t help the way your voice quivers. “I think it’s best if I just quit.”

“You’re not quitting.” It’s Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if you’re not sure how to argue against it.

“But I-I--”

“You don’t need to quite,” Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. “Now, tell us, who told you you had to quit?”

And your eyes bulge. How did he--

“Kindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,” Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. “We know someone’s been bothering you, so, just tell us.”

“We’ll help you,” Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.

And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and you’re reminded of why you’d refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Lose them.

“It’s... It’s a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpai’s fangirls,” you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. “They... They don’t like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...” You don’t need to finish.

There’s a pause, before a slap echoes.

“Somehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.”

“Ow!” Oikawa cries, “Iwa-chan, it’s not like I...” But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.

Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him; “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, I didn’t know they were hurting you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kinda is,” Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “It’s easier to blame him anyways.”

“I agree,” Makki laughs.

And even you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Really, Y/N-chan? Even you too?”

“Sorry.”

Then, everyone turns serious; “I’ll talk to them,” Oikawa frowns. “What they did isn’t okay. I won’t let them get away with it. They’ll never bother you again, Y/N.”

And you’re surprised by how serious he is.

But things do get better.

Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawa’s fangirls.

Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.

The boys try to stop the rumour, but it’s easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and you’re not snided in the hallways so much anymore.

It’s kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.

Besides, they’re your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they don’t.

And that’s all that matters to you.

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cower-before-power · 3 years

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Naked Attraction

Summary: A typical day in your art class turn into anything but when you’re introduced to your nude model for the week- a devastatingly gorgeous man named Levi.

Pairing: Modern AU Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

TW: Nudity, swearing, suggestive content, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 30), dick jokes, reader is thirsty and lewds Levi hard, perhaps poorly written stuff about art and drawing because I literally know nothing haha

(minors please do not interact, just to be safe)

Link to A03 here

A/N: Hello all! This is my entry for @ghost-party’s Meet Cute Collab with my darling husband Levi. I’ve never written for him before so I was a little nervous haha, I hope I did him justice! Thank you to everyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs- you are all wonderful and I appreciate your support! I hope you enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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“Morning,” Jean greets you with a crooked smile and a steaming cup of coffee. It’s the good stuff from the café by his apartment, your favourite thing to help your brain shift into creative mode. “You’re later than usual.”

You grab the cup from him, sighing as you feel the warmth bleed into your hands. “Overslept. Barely had time to get dressed and brush my teeth.”

Jean’s eyes rove over you as you sink into your chair, humming to yourself as you sip on your drink. “I can see. Do you know you’re wearing two different shoes? And I think your sweater is on inside out. Why do you still even have that ugly thing anyways?”

“Thank you for your comments,” you roll your eyes. “I know I look like a hot mess and I don’t need any words from you, Mr. I Asked The Nude Model Out And Got Shot Down.”

Jean’s ears turn red, and he shoots you a dirty look before busying himself with arranging his pencils. “Shut up.”

You snicker to yourself as you set up your own area. Last week’s model had been a soft, pretty brunette that had instantly made Jean all starry-eyed, like a teenage boy with his first crush. It was generally considered a bit taboo to ask out the nude models, but he’d thrown that aside and gone for the kill after she’d slid back into her clothes. She’d laughed and patted his cheek like he was a naughty child asking for candy before dinner. Then proceeded to walk out and climb onto the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle (but not before making out with said boyfriend for a good 5 minutes, minimum).

Jean had been left with red cheeks and no date, and you’d been left with great blackmail material.

“I wonder who will be our victim today,” you decide to take mercy on your poor friend and change the subject. “Most likely a guy, since we had a woman last week.”

“We’ll know in about 5 minutes,” Jean looks up at the clock on the wall. “Old Cueball is never late.”

Sure enough, in exactly 5 minutes your very bald and very punctual professor casually strolls through the door. A short man in a green coat is following him, presumably your newest subject. You crane your neck, trying to get a better look at his face, but all you can see is dark hair falling like a curtain over pale skin.

“Good morning class,” Professor Pyxis greets you, tossing his briefcase down on his desk with his usual nonchalant air. “I see you are all ready, so let’s get right to it.” He gestures to the person beside him. “This is Mr. Levi Ackerman. He’s your model for the week.”

The class murmurs in curiosity as the mentioned Levi Ackerman turns to face the room.

You swear your heart actually skips a beat.

Steel gray eyes observe the room from a face that practically begs to be immortalized through art. Every line is hard and strong, covered in clear skin that looks like it would slide under your fingers like the smoothest silk. Your eyes drink in his features greedily, from the regal bridge of his nose to the proud edge of his jaw. You decide your favorite thing though, is his cheeks. They are utterly cherubic, round and full and dusted ever so lightly with the lightest shade of pink.

He’s possibly the prettiest man you have ever seen.

“Hey, I know him,” Jean whispers, cutting off your entranced thoughts. “That’s Mikasa’s distant cousin, the one I told you she found on Ancestry.com last year. I’ve met him once, he’s got a stick so far up his butt, he’d need surgery to remove it. Never would have pegged him for the type to do this sort of thing.”

You vaguely remember a previous conversation involving Jean’s childhood friend and some long lost relatives.

“He doesn’t look that uptight,” you muse, too busy admiring the way his lips glint temptingly under the fluorescents to really process Jean’s words. “He’s beautiful, like something out of a Renaissance painting.”

Jean opens his mouth to reply, but Pyxis begins to speak.

“As usual, draw whichever side of him is facing you, all angles will be graded equally,” your professor plops himself down in his chair, already scrolling through his phone to find the playlist for the day. “Completed drawings to be submitted to me by the end of class on Friday. Please remember be respectful and courteous to our guest. Mr. Ackerman, whenever you’re ready.”

The man nods to your professor, already slipping out of his coat as he steps up onto the platform in the center of the room. You watch, mesmerized, as he proceeds to shed himself of his clothes. It’s rigid and methodical (he folds his clothes like he’s worked his whole life in a department store), but somehow oddly endearing. Every inch of his body that is revealed is consumed eagerly by your shameless stare, and you sincerely hope you don’t start drooling. By the time he carefully removes his final items, you feel like you are vibrating in your seat.

Holy fucking shit, he’s built like a god. Like Michelangelo himself carved him out of a block of the most pristine marble. You trace your gaze down the column of his throat, over the strong shoulders and sinewy arms, the impressive set of abs, the thighs that look like they could crush your head and you’d be nothing but happy about it. It takes a minute before you’re able to make yourself look between his thighs, and when you finally do, you have to looks away immediately. Good grief, even that is stupidly handsome. You can’t help but wonder if it would feel as nice as it looks.

Your face heats from your lewd thoughts, and you grip your pencil so hard it almost snaps. Beside you, Jean snickers.

“You okay over there? It looks like you’re about to explode.”

“Can it,” you hiss, glad that the ambient music Pyxis chose will probably keep your conversation private. “I can’t help it that I’m looking at the most gorgeous dick attached to the most gorgeous man I think I’ve ever seen.”

“You haven’t seen mine.”

“I don’t own a microscope.”

“Ooooh, see if I buy you coffee tomorrow, bitch.”

You stick your tongue out at him before turning back to your easel. As you move, you catch the gaze of Levi, his expression unreadable. Warmth creeps up the back of you neck, and you duck behind your sketchpad in embarrassment. You seriously hope he didn’t hear you, he’d probably report you to Pyxis for being creepy. You decide to lock all your stupid horny thoughts deep within the recesses of your mind, and take a few deep breaths to clear your head.

It works, and as you touch pencil to paper, the desire to create overflows inside of you.

Unsurprisingly, you become utterly engrossed in your work, your pencil sweeping over the pad with almost a mind of it’s own. Levi is the perfect model; you swear he’s not even breathing as he majestically hold his pose without even a quiver. The contours of his body spring to life on the page, and you can’t stop the joyful smile that blooms on your lips as you work. It’s times like these, when everything is so perfect, that you truly realize just how much you love making art.

Before you know it, Pyxis announces class is over, and you’ll resume with Levi tomorrow. The man of the hour begins to re-dress as your fellow classmates pack up their supplies and file out. You absent mindedly wave to Jean, who is practically sprinting out the door so he can make his next class all the way across campus. You’re still engrossed in your drawing, staring at it with critical eyes. It good, one of the best starts you’ve had all year, but now that the high of creating has worn off, you can see where you need to improve.

“You’re very good.”

You gasp and jump, whirling around to find Levi standing behind you, eyes fixed on your sketch. How did he even get there? You hadn’t seen him or heard him.

“Oh, uh, Mr Ackerman!” You squeak, your heart racing like you’ve just run a marathon. “T-that’s very nice, I mean, thank- thank you very much!”

“It’s Levi,” your muse says, seemingly unbothered by your stammering. “Yours is going to be the best one here.”

You blink stupidly at his bold statement. “Did you look at all of them?”

“No,” Levi’s voice is firm, a tone that brokers no argument. “But you had the most joy on your face while you worked. That much passion doesn’t churn out stuff that looks like shit.”

“Oh, that’s only because you are such a great model,” you gush, insides turning warm at his praise. “You stayed so still and you looked so damn regal and you’re just so pretty and-” Your eyes go wide as you realize the absolute words vomit leaving your mouth, mortification slithering up your spine.

“I’m pretty?” Levi raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m pretty?”

“No!” You shout, and the man’s other eyebrow joins the first. “No wait, yes! I mean, fuck, I mean you are probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!”

Levi’s eyebrows have now practically become one with his hairline. You wring your hands, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you. “I-well- come on, people must tell you how good looking you are! I can’t be the first.”

“No, but you certainly are the most enthusiastic about it,” Levi deadpans.

Oh, someone just put you out of your misery now.

“I’m sorry,” you offer, cringing internally at your complete ineptitude to hold a conversation with an attractive man. “I....get carried away sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Levi’s stoic expression softens just a little. “It’s kind of nice to hear, actually. Usually I’m told I’m good looking, but ‘far too short’.”

“That’s bullshit.” you say vehemently, honestly shocked people would deny this man his godhood over something as trivial as height. “Who cares if you’re shorter? It doesn’t detract from you. What’s that phrase again? Good things come in small packages? Well, not that you’re small, I’m not saying that, I just meant-”

“Yes, you did seem to find my package....good,” Levi interrupts, and you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

Your eyes widen in horror as your brain replays your hushed conversation with Jean. “You heard that?!”

“I’m told I have exceptionally good hearing.”

“Oh fuck me,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “I am literally so, so, sorry. That was completely out of line. I have no excuse other than it’s clearly been too long since I’ve gotten some, but that’s no reason to make you uncomfortable. Please, if there’s anything I can do to to make it up to you, I’ll do it!”

“Have tea with me.””

Your head shoots up, surprise coloring your features. “What?”

“Tch, you heard me,” Levi tuts, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his phone. “I haven’t got free time till Saturday-stupid Shitty Glasses wanting to trade shifts-but if you want to go out, give me your number and we can work out the details.”

You stare at him with your mouth open, unsure if this is really happening or you’re vividly daydreaming again.

“Umm, are you sure?” You ask, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if you are indeed imagining things. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m wearing two different shoes and my sweater is inside out. Believe me when I say these sorts of fashion statements happen more often than not. Plus, I practically salivated over you like some sort of horny middle aged suburban housewife who hasn’t been laid in years.” You pause to take a breath, once again unable to stop the words from spewing forth like a fountain. “And I’m so awkward! I mean, are you comfortable in this conversation? And I can’t stop talking once I’ve gotten going, and I say the weirdest shit, and, and-”

“I like you,” he says simply, as if he’s just declared something as obvious as 1+1=2. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck about all the stuff you just said, you’re just... you, and I like it. So, do you want to go on a date or not?”

“O-oh,” you suddenly feel shy, your tummy filling with butterflies at the look of sincerity on his handsome face. You’d never met anyone quite like Levi Ackerman before, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get to know the man behind the drool-worthy muscles. “Uh, yes, please, I would like that. Very much.”

An almost relieved expression crosses Levi’s face, and he hands you his phone to type in your number. You notice the time as you do so, and sigh sadly as you hand him his device back.

“Well I better go,” you say reluctantly, suddenly fervently wishing it was Saturday already. “I’ve got another class in 15 minutes.”

“I’ll walk you there,” Levi says briskly, slipping his phone back into his coat. “To make sure you get there safely. Someone might murder you on account of their eyes being assaulted by that garish sweater. ” The corners of his lips twitch upwards once again, and you grow warm all over, from both his gentle teasing and the knowledge he isn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet either.

“Excuse me, I thought you said you didn’t give a ‘flying fuck’ about my attire,” you huff, but you’re grinning as you quickly pack up your bag.

“I don’t care it’s inside out, but you have to know that is the ugliest fucking color know to man,” Levi says, holding out his hand. Your brain malfunctions slightly for a moment, until you realize he’s offering to carry your bag for you. The butterflies inside you whip themselves into a frenzy as you pass him your stuff, your hand just grazing over his. Handsome, funny, honest, and sweet? How is this guy even real?

“I’ll have you know, this sweater is an absolute delight. When it’s inside right,” you stick up your nose, but unable to stop he laugh that slips past your lips.

Levi rolls his eyes in an almost playful manner. “Doubtful .”

You’re not sure where it comes from, but a sudden rush of confidence fills you. “If you’re so offended by it, maybe you should just rip it off of me.”

The tips of Levi’s ears turn a delightful shade of pink. You’re sure your own skin is hot enough to cook an egg on.

“Wear it Saturday then,” Levi’s ears may be flushed, but his eyes flash with something that makes your spine tingle. The insinuation of his words has your gut clenching and your mind whispering fervent prayers to please please please make Saturday get here faster, I don’t ask for much, please!

“Only if you wear your modeling outfit,” you manage to say, trying your best to sound coy when you feel like you might combust into a pile of lust and giddiness. “I’ve never seen someone wear it so well, and I want a closer look.”

If possible, Levi’s eyes grow even darker, and you just know Saturday is going to be one of the best damn days of your entire life.

“Deal.”

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regencyslxt · 3 years

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Wrong Conclusion

1410 words.

Imagine reconnecting with Benedict after a less than easy split.

a/n: i'm not too sure how I feel about this one, but i hope you like it anyway! x

The doors in front of you brought back fond memories, the boxing ring sat inside was your home away from home before you left a year ago. You had chosen to flee instead of fight, something you are sure both Will and Simon will interrogate you about should they still spend their days here. You were very well aware that there were people inside, not many but some, as the candlelight gleamed through the windowpanes onto the street. Anxiety crept into your chest as your heart raced. What if they do not want to see me? Will they be happy I am home? Have they missed me? These questions replayed repeatedly in your mind. Questions that would be answered if you could just push yourself through those doors.

You took a deep breath, grasped the handles, and made your way inside. Your eyes took in the sights before you: the ring was still there but the ropes had been changed, the benches on the side-lines looked shinier. Have they been polished or waxed? Everything had seemed to be in better shape than it was when you left. But you were not here to judge the décor, you were here to see old friends or at least that’s what you told yourself. Telling yourself you were solely here for the purpose of seeing your friends once again made this less difficult than it needed to be. However, fate did not seem to be on your side as you glanced at the few people gathered around the bar. A certain man catching your attention, Benedict Bridgerton. You wish you could say you were happy to see him but as your eyes met and the look of shock and hurt made its way onto his face you couldn’t help but feel small in the place where you were once at your best.

…

“Where were you last night Ben? I missed you very much, I had to dance with Anthony and you of all people know just how much he despises the dance floor.”

“I was at home my dear, I am sorry I could not attend Trowbridge.”

“Oh, but your mother had said you were not home when she returned late last night.”

Silence surrounded you.

“Ben is something wrong? Is there something going on I need to know about?”

He held your face in your hands and stroked your cheek ever so gently.

“Of course not…You need not worry your pretty little head with my concerns, they are mine to deal with my love.”

“If you are sure.”

“I am. Now, I must be heading home before your mother scolds me for being here so late, I will see you tomorrow though yes?”

“Yes, you will.”

As he walked away your heart broke, knowing that the packed bags in your room said something entirely different.

…

“Are my eyes deceiving me or is Y/N Y/L/N standing before me?” Will bellowed and smacked Simon’s shoulder forcing his attention your way.

Your stare broke from Benedict and a smile graced your face.

“Hello old friend,” you said as you embraced him.

Simon made his way towards you and wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Come on, I’m sure you have missed the boys,” he assumes as he drags you to where the three eldest Bridgerton men are sat.

“Hello Y/N,” Anthony says nodding to you. Colin tilts his glass in your direction in acknowledgement before offering you a glass of bourbon.

“Hello Anthony, Colin,” you reply taking the glass from Colin’s hand.

Benedict on the other hand was stunned. It has been a year since you last saw each other and in such little time you seemed to have changed for the better, you looked radiant and your knuckles were not bruised and battered like they always were when you were here. You were always making use of the punching bags despite it being ‘unladylike’. That was one of the many things he loved about you. Still loved about you. He stood abruptly, stalling the conversation you had started up with the other four gentlemen.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

You looked at him, an air of uncertainty forming around you both.

“Mr Bridgerton. May I ask how you are?”

He scoffs, “I am very well and you? You look as though you are happy.”

“I am happy to be back, I have missed London very much.”

“I am sure London has missed you too.”

You fiddle with the gloves in your hands unsure as to what to say next. You go to speak but he asks something before you can,

“May we speak in private?”

“Yes, I believe we have a lot to talk about.”

You looked towards Will and he gave you a warm smile. Benedict nodded and motioned in the direction of the separate room in the back. He offered you his arm as you began to walk and you took it with little to no hesitation. You both found yourself sitting across from each other, waiting for somebody to speak.

“I understand why you left.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his statement. You glance at him noticing his fingers tapping against his knee, a habit he had when he was nervous. Disregarding the new boundaries that may have been set, you placed your hands on his and moved closer to him.

“I understand that you felt you had to, that my being secretive led to you forming your own ideas of my activities. I just want you to know that I was never with another, I never was and I haven’t been since you left and if you allow me a chance to explain I promise you everything will make sense.”

“Benedict…I had to leave because we were drifting apart. You couldn’t tell me what it was you were going through or what you were doing, and I couldn’t bring myself to stay where I wasn’t wanted.”

“But you were wanted, I wanted to tell you I did but I just couldn’t. I wanted to keep it to myself for just a little bit longer.”

“What was it?”

“I- I was going to an art exhibition...”

“An art exhibition?”

“Yes, but I wasn’t just going to see art, I was making it. I was sketching and painting and learning from Mr Granville. To improve what skills I already had.”

You felt foolish. All the times he had cancelled plans last minute, or just didn’t turn up he was there. And instead of trusting him you had jumped to the conclusion that he was with another woman, that he had grown tired of you. Your eyes welled and he was quick to hold your face in his hands the same way he did before you disappeared.

“Ben I am so sorry,” you squeaked. Your voice barely there as you tried to hold back your cries.

“I should have spoken to you or waited until you were ready to tell me. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve. Maybe if I had we wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Nonsense, I should’ve been honest with you. This is my fault I let you get away and I can only hope that you are free from any other engagement or marriage, “he reaches into his pocket as he speaks and pulls out a small box. He opens the box and shows you the ring it holds inside. You cover your mouth in shock at the realisation of what he means.

“because I have had this ring in my pocket every day for the past year in the hopes that you would come back and bring my heart too, which has undoubtedly been yours since the moment I beheld you.”

The tears in your eyes are now falling down your face, but you pay them no mind.

“I would be honoured if you would accept my proposal to be my wife, and I know this may seem sudden but I have waited not so patiently for this day to come and I simply cannot let you slip through my fingers once again.”

“Oh Ben…I couldn’t possibly say no.”

In a moment, your lips were pressed to his, thankful that the upcoming marriage would allow you to do so whenever and wherever you pleased. He was going to be yours and you were going to be his and you were going to spend the rest of your lives making up for lost time.

#bridgerton imagine #imagine #x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regencyslxt #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict x reader #bridgerton imagines

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snvw · 3 years

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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. ━━ ❦ caliban, the prince of hell.

𝐀/𝐍— ❦ hi! this is my first caliban imagine in almost over a year n omg it feels so amazin writing for my baby again... hope y’all like this. also, i changed the request just the tiniest bit... there is fluff, but it also got a lil dirty in some parts? sorry, anon! anyways, please reblog, like n share if you enjoyed this lil thing. also, feedback is very much appreciated! thank you for reading.♡

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓— ❦ ANON ASKED; Can I please request a Caliban imagine where the reader (female) is mortal but he’s superrrr whipped for her and calls her “my lady” and keeps saying how much he loves her and is just really sweet to the reader??? Thank you. Xx // also, you may send in a request(s) here.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘— ❦ caliban, the prince of hell, is totally whipped for his girl, you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆— ❦ caliban x fem!reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒— ❦ 18+! slut shaming! fluff n mentions of sexual themes! adult language! & any grammatical mistakes are my own!

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

♡࿐ Caliban was in love. No, scratch that. He was so fucking in love, it hurt. The whole ‘love’ thing was new to him, like a foreign language one was just beginning to learn. Once he started feeling this strange emotion, it was like he became a whole new person. In his eyes, he saw himself as a better, new and improved version of himself.

Caliban always thought love to be a weakness, that he didn’t need it or that he felt it wasn’t worth his time. But with you, it was different. It felt different. Because of you, he was in love. Happily so, might I add. The two of you have only been dating for a little less than a year, but unholy Satan, it felt like decades had passed. It was like the two of you knew each other for centuries.

In all honesty, Caliban thought he would’ve been alone for all of eternity, which at the time, he was perfectly content with the thought of that. At least, before you – he was used to bringing whores to his bed chambers every night. Whilst he enjoyed himself most of the time, when he grew bored and had no more desire for said whore any longer – he’d either toss them aside, or kill them.

Although, now was different... All because of you. Speaking of you, Caliban had just finished ordering one of his most trusted followers to bring you to his chambers – and shall there be even a single scratch on you, he’d tear them apart limb by limb and watch with glee as their souls burned in the pits of Hell. “My Lord, as you requested, here is Lady –“

“Yes, yes – Beelzebub, you may go. Now.” Caliban commanded carelessly, looking up to see you stepping around Beelzebub cautiously, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. Caliban smirked, standing up from the leather chair he was resting on, tossing the book he was reading aside and rushing towards you, wrapping you in his strong arms. Beelzebub bowed respectfully, but not before throwing you a disgusted look on his way out, the large wooden doors slamming shut behind him.

“Caliban,” you greeted, your heartbeat starting to race. You felt like a lovesick fool. “I – I can’t believe..why d-did you...?” you stuttered, craning your neck back to look up at the handsome Prince. “I can’t believe you sent one of the Plague Kings to come and get me,” you gasped, sounding like you were trying to keep that information strictly a secret. “You know I’m not supposed to be down here and what if –“

Caliban smiled down at you, quickly silencing your worried ramblings as he bent his knees down slightly to press his lips against yours, both of his hands reaching up to cup your face, your lips meeting in a frenzied, passionate kiss. You practically whimpered into the kiss, parting your lips as you felt your boyfriends tongue run across your bottom lip, knowing what he sought out for. Once your lips parted, Caliban wasted no time in slipping his warm tongue inside of your mouth, tasting you and groaning at how sweet you tasted, both of his thumbs lovingly stroking each of your warmed cheeks as he kissed you senseless.

“I missed you,” Caliban groaned into the kiss roughly, suggestively grinding his hips into your pelvis. You giggled in response, running your tongue along his, your teeth slightly clashing together with his, but neither of you cared enough to stop. You two could never get enough of each other – ever.

Your hands ran up to tangle themselves into his dirty blond hair, digging your fingernails into his scalp, causing him to hiss in pleasure. “I missed you more,” you breathed, before opening your mouth wider for him, feeling Caliban’s tongue run over the roof of your mouth. Next, he started slowly sucking on your tongue, swirling your tongue around with his, almost choking you in the process with how long his tongue was, but you didn’t care. If you had it your way, you’d never stop kissing him. Fuck, he tasted amazing... like spearmint gum and some sort of sugary sweet, he tasted delicious.

Then, Caliban began to run both of his warm hands down your sides, gripping and squeezing and touching and – fuck. He was so amazing and perfect. You loved him so much, he drove you absolutely mental sometimes. His hands were so big and strong and you were so obsessed with them when they were caressing you, you swear the feeling of his skin on yours was pure euphoria.

“My Lady,” Caliban murmured, trailing his lips to the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek, kissing it tenderly. “My Lady, my lady, my lady...” Caliban praised, causing your stomach to erupt in butterflies and your pussy to start gushing uncontrollably, knowing how much it drove you wild when he called you his lady, like you were royalty. Which, in his eyes, you were. You were his, always.

Caliban’s lips moved down to your neck, kissing the skin underneath your ear so gently that it barely felt like he was doing anything, while his hands were now firmly massaging and gripping your ass through your tight jeans. “Caliban,” you sighed, growing frustrated, your pussy now starting to clench down on nothing but thin air. You wanted him, you wanted him so badly you thought you’d snap any second.

It’s been days since he last visited you in your bedroom in the Mortal realm, and he fucked you so good and hard that night that the next day, you could barely walk. That night he was absolutely feral, he wasted no time in fucking your brains out, and you could’ve sworn you felt his cock in your guts as he pounded into you from behind that night. Although, that goes without saying that hours before, he was a complete tease. Eating you out for hours without letting you cum, which made you annoyed and crazy and you really thought you’d start crying hysterically if he didn’t quit his teasing then. Luckily – for the both of you – he did, and he – of course – slowly and sensually slid his cock deep inside of you, before fucking you like a good little slut.

Caliban loved you, there was no denying it. He’d do just about anything for you if you asked him, and he could be so sweet and charming, and most of the time so cruel, just the way you liked him to be. But praise Satan, he knew how to fuck you just right, like when to be soft and gentle and affectionate, with a dark twist of being rough and quick and downright sinful. You swore it was a talent only he possessed, which wouldn’t be a total shock since he did live in and helped rule Hell sometimes.

“My Lady,” Caliban sighed, grabbing your attention as you came back down to – well, Hell – and looked back up at him, snapping out of your sexual daydream. “Hmmm?” you questioned, batting your eyelashes up at the scowling Prince. Fuck, he was so pretty. The Prince of Hell smirked down at you, reaching one hand up to gently grasp your chin with long fingers, holding it as he examined your pretty face up closely and rubbed his calloused thumb over your swollen, bottom lip.

“Was my angel daydreaming again?” he chastised, his tone sickly sweet, as if he were talking to a five year old girl. You were always so fucking cute, playing dumb and naïve, but he knew you knew better. And oh, oh – he was teasing you, the bastard. Two can play that game. As expected though, your plans always seemed to backfire on you as you unconsciously started to rub your clothed thighs together desperately, knowing what was about to come.

Fuck the consequences.

So, you played along, praying that he would have mercy on you tonight. “No, my Lord, I’d never disobey –“ Caliban snorted, cutting you off completely as you amused him at your failure of attempting to lie to him. Him, of all people. Caliban chuckled, shaking his head fondly and kissing your lips once more, making you respond instantly as you stood on the tips of your toes, kissing him back eagerly. Your arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck once more, pulling him so close that both your chests were pressed so tightly together, your hearts beating against one another’s as one.

Before speaking, Caliban wrapped you tightly in his arms, interlocking his fingers together behind your back, resting his interlocked hands right above your ass. “My Lady, I thought you learned your lesson the other night,” Caliban spoke in false kindness, leaning down to lightly drag his tongue along the shell of your ear. You hummed quietly, tilting your head slightly to give your boyfriend more access, feeling excitement flow throughout your body. Or, were you just a horny little slut, like your boyfriend said you were?

Caliban paused, taking in a short breath, feeling his cock harden almost unbearably at the thought of punishing you again, just like a couple of nights ago. “Bad girls don’t get to cum unless they tell the truth. And you, my lady – have sinned.”

fin

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chocolatecakecas · 3 years

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Just A Normal Afternoon: Destiel Ficlet

Some baby jack truthing for the incredible @smiledean ‘s birthday!!! Happy Birthday Alison I hope you have a wonderful day!!!!🥳💖

It was just another normal Wednesday afternoon. Sam and Eileen where off on a hunt, but they were supposed to be back before dinner tonight. So Cas had offered to make the run to the grocery store, and Dean prayed (literally, he's prayed to him three times since he had pulled out of the garage) that he wouldn't come back with half the store again.

So that left Dean and Jack to their own devices. Which is how Dean found himself on the floor in the library, seated across from Jack, on top of a rainbow blanket.

He was currently sending another silent prayer ("I pray to thee Castiel, that so his dumbass remembers that we don't need four different types of spaghetti sauce. Also stop buying kombucha, you know none of us even drink it!"), when a wooden block collided with his knee.

With a smirk Dean glanced down to see the culprit giggling to himself.

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"Message received kiddo, but hey it's not my fault your Dad is a shopaholic. Also we don't throw things" Dean tacked on at the end for good measure.

All he got in response was incoherent babbling, so he's assumed that "no throwing" lesson didn't stick, but hey that's a future Dean problem.

"Dee!" Jack screamed as he started wiggling and twisting in place.

"Oh do we have a dancing baby now? You're right kid, it is too quiet in here. You handle the clean up crew, and I'll go put another record on?" Dean offered and Jack flapped his hands around in the pile of blocks.

He quickly made his way to the record shelf(the bunker came full of record players, so Dean just improved their music selection), and began to comb through the albums.

"Any requests?" Dean called over his shoulder. Jack babbled in response, adding a little screech at the end.

"Good choice, bud. My thoughts exactly" Dean agreed, as he pulled out Queen's, Jazz. It had Jack's new favorite song.

Dean placed the needle on the second track, hoping he could tire Jack out a bit before his nap. Jack cheered when the song began, so Dean crossed the room, sitting back down in his spot. Jack hurriedly toddled over to him, and Dean grabbed his hips twisting him to the beat, as Jack laughed his head off.

He sang along, while Jack tried to mimic some of the sounds, and for a 13 month old he wasn't half bad.

Halfway through the third song Jack barreled into Dean's chest with an "oof".

"Hey you can't be tired already squish, I thought you were a dancing machine!" Dean teased as he lifted him up to blow a raspberry on his belly. Jack's laugh echoed through the halls.

Then he sat him in his lap, and Jack grabbed Dean's face with his little hands, smooshing his cheeks together.

"I know dancing takes a lot out of ya, what a workout! How about I grab your juice and you take a breather? Then the party can reconvene?" Dean suggested.

"App joooce!"

"Coming right up squish. Stay right here, capiche?" He said as he set him back down on the blanekt.

"Capeee" Jack repeated back with a smile.

So Dean quickly made his way to the kitchen, double checking that Jack was still within earshot.

He ripped open the fridge grabbing the jug of apple juice and plucked Jack's favorite sippy cup from the drying wrack on his way to the counter. As he poured the juice the opening chords of "Don't Stop Me Now" flitted down the hall, followed by an excited shriek. Dean couldn't help but laugh, god the things his kid did to his heart.

Dean screwed on the cap, making sure it was secure. The last thing they needed was apple juice staining the eighty-year old hardwood floors.

He heard the tell tale sound of Jack's feet on the floor as he danced to the music. So he jogged back to the library.

Dean froze. The smile slipped off his face, barely registering the sippy cup hitting the floor.

His heart leapt in his throat at he took in the scene before him.

He couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't talk, what was he goi-

A book smacked him in the face, snapping him back to reality.

Around the room mugs, pens, pages of research, Jack's blocks, and hundreds of books floated around the room, bobbing through the air to the beat.

And in the center. Jumping in place on his rainbow blanket, arms above his head, was Jack.

Dean's heart began to race as the fear took over. He watched as lamps and ancient, heavy, artifacts flew right above his son's head.

He's never done this before, hell Dean didn't even know he could do this.

He suddenly couldn't breathe.

If Dean called his name he might startle him causing hundreds of objects to come crashing down.

But if he didn't call his name soon, then he wouldn't get his attention, then he'd get tired (it was almost naptime) and just drop everything all at once and crush himself a-

Focus Winchester.

So with a shaky breathe, Dean slowly bent down to pick up the fallen sippy cup. Then, carefully dodging an ashtray, he inched closer trying to make his presence known.

It must have worked because Jack turned to Dean with a bright smile.

"Dee!!"

"Hey kiddo. Why don't you put those arms down and come get your juice from Dee?" Dean said with the happiest voice he could muster and a smile plastered on his face.

And of course Jack raised his arms even higher in excitement when he spotted the juice.

"Dee look!"

Shit

"Yeah buddy I see, but if you lower your arms, you can have your juice? But only if you lower your arms, okay bud?" Dean offered switching tactics, trying (and failing) not to let his desperation show.

But Jack had already forgotten all about Dean and the juice because all of his attention was on the bridge of the song, lost in the guitar solo. And he apparently used his mojo to crank the volume too.

Then everything began spinning faster, and Dean had to dive to the floor to avoid a statue to the face.

He kept his head up, eyes trained on Jack, as he army crawled towards him.

"Jack! Baby please! Why don't you put your arms down for Daddy?" He pleaded reaching out as he moved closer.

Dean dared a glance up, eyes blowing wide, as he took in the tornado of crap above him. Fear dropped in the pit of his stomach as he, urged forward, heart pounding in his chest.

God he could almost grab him, just a couple more inches. Dean has to get him, what if he gets crus-

"Da!"

And then, hundreds of objects came crashing down around them.

The air left his lungs as he scrambled to get to Jack.

Who was sitting on his blanket, not a single book or a block within two feet of him, smiling to himself.

Thank fucking god.

Dean scooped him up, squeezing him tight against his chest. Jack was fine, he wasn't smushed like a pancake by some old statue, he was saf-

Then there was another thud.

He snapped up to see Cas, standing slack jawed, wide eyed, with shopping bags spilling out around his feet.

"Da!" Jack cheered again wiggling out of Dean's grasp, racing towards Cas, who wasted no time picking him up.

"Well, it looks like you two had a busy afternoon" Cas said, smirk clear in his voice as he recovered from the initial shock.

The same could not be said for Dean, as he deflated, flopping on his back. He tried to get some air back in his lungs, as he worked through what he was sure was a minor heart attack.

"Dean, I told you Jack was too young to watch Matilda" Cas hummed as he crossed the room.

And Dean could only muster the strength to flip his finger in the air. And looked up when he felt Jack being dropped on his chest.

"I'm going to get the rest of the groceries, so do try to keep our son from flying the knife collection around the room, next" Cas joked with a smile as he pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Dean shot him a glare without any real heat behind it, then turned his attention to his kid perched on his chest, sippy cup of juice now in hand.

"Hi Dee!" Jack smiled, as if the events from two seconds ago, never occurred. That's kids for ya.

"Yeah hi kiddo" Dean said exasperated as he laid his head back down, shutting his eyes.

He stayed their for a moment still trying to overcome the shock, until Jack crawled higher up his chest and squishing his face with a giggle. And a smile tugged at Dean's lips, opening his eyes to see Jack peering down at him.

"Alright, naptime super-baby. Dee needs to sleep off his heart failure" Dean said pushing himself off the floor, and he carried Jack down the hall.

God this kid was literally going to be the death of him, but Dean didn't mind too much. Normal Wednesdays are boring anyway.

Tag list:

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@writtendevastation @tkdwolf2012 @doemons-blog @rolling-stoned-girl @skylerkernaghan @shadowywerewolfqueen @the-cookie-navy @thelahatiel @thefantasyfiend @castielle-deanna @aestheticflyer26

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#happy birthday alison!!!!#💛💛💛💛🥳🥳🥳🥳#this turned out longer than i planned so i hope it makes sense!!!#destiel ficlet #baby!jack #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #baby jack truthing #destiel #bec writes #deancas #casdean #destiel fic #dadstiel #dad!dean

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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This isn’t a request (or maybe it is) but would you ever consider writing a part 2 to that aizawa and shinsou family bonding fic👀 and do you have any plans to write more zuko?? Bc I didn’t really see him like that but after your mechanic fic I couldn’t get him off my mind for weeks.

Anyway I love all your fics!!! Thank you so much for writing them and sharing them with us<3

I have several requests for a continuation of that, so maybe!

As for Zuko, I rlly want to write more of him lol he’s just so inch resting.

Very awkward with interpersonal relationships, but has the ability to be suave if he’s not thinking too hard about it and just acting on impulse. Pre-redemption Zuko is entitled, has anger issues, no grasp on healthy boundaries, sadistic, a brat, etc etc.

Like you lose your dog, worried sick about the poor thing. You decide to put up posters around your dingy neighborhood, a picture and your phone number attached below.

Your mood improves when you get a text that night, as soon as you get home from putting up all the “missing” posters.

Hey.

Your dog is missing? I saw you putting up posters.

Immediately you respond, hope blooming.

Yes! Have you seen him? I’m really worried. Thanks for contacting me btw.

There’s a few moments of waiting until the stranger responds.

I’ve seen him around. You need someone to help you find him?

So the stranger doesn’t have your dog. It’s disappointing, but you probably shouldn’t have expected your puppy to be found within minutes of you putting up the posters.

If you wouldn’t mind keeping an eye out, that’d be wonderful. Thank you so much! I’m (Y/N).

I know.

Confusion furrows your brow before the next message dings through.

You put your name on the poster.

My names Zuko.

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A day passes without any news, then two. On the third day, “Zuko” texts you again.

Have you found your dog yet?

You tell him (you’re pretty sure it’s a guy) no, and the stranger gives you his condolences. Feeling a bit awkward, not sure if you should respond or let the conversation drop, you turn the questioning back to the stranger.

Do you live in this area?

Yeah. Down by the supermarket on 4th and Sinclair.

That makes sense - that’s one of the first places you’d put up a poster. No wonder this guy texted you so soon.

That’s a nice area. I’m closer to the park... I think my dog might’ve wandered off into there.

You should take some treats with you and walk through that area. Call his name maybe?

Yeah, maybe.

The more you thought about the suggestion, the more appealing it sounded. perhaps it would work? It was barely 4pm, still plenty of daylight left for you to walk around for a bit.

So that’s what you did, wandering through the park with a bag of treats, lowly calling your dog’s name as you kept a sharp eye out for anything furry.

There weren’t many people out, but the ones you did encounter barely paid you any attention.

Except for a man, seated on a bench, his eyes following your movements. It was creeping you out - no matter where you moved you felt the prickle on the back of your neck that someone was looking at you.

Maybe he was just curious as to why you were walking around with a bag of dog treats, a leash, but no dog.

You were paying more attention to scanning the underbrush than the stranger, so it made you jump when he cleared his throat a few steps behind you, having moved from the bench.

“Oh, Jesus Christ-” You whirled around, a hand on your chest as adrenaline surged through you.

The man frowned. “Sorry, wasn’t trying to scare you. Are you looking for your dog?” He looked... unique, a large, angry scar decorating the right side of his face, eye slitted and milky on that side, almost hidden by his shaggy black hair.

You nodded, and the man spoke again. “By any chance, is your name (Y/N)? I saw your poster.”

Perking up, you took a step forward. “Yes! Yeah, that’s me, have you seen my dog? Do you know where he is?”

The man shook his head, clearing his throat again. “No, uhm... I was the person who texted you - Zuko.”

Oh.

It felt a bit... odd, knowing that this man had texted you, sought you out, met you in the park that he suggested you go looking in. Was he stalking you? Or was he just trying to help you find your dog?

How were you supposed to respond to him?

Zuko beat you to it. “I’ve been looking for him, no luck though. He seems like a good dog.”

“He is.” You agree. Your dog was the best, always made you feel safe whenever you went out for walks, guarded your apartment, stayed alert and ready while you slept. “Thank you for looking for him, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind.”

More awkward silence.

Shifting your weight on your feet, you sealed up the bag of treats. “okay, um, well it’s getting dark, I think I’m going to head home now.”

“I can walk with you.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” You assured the strange man, flashing a smile. He was too... friendly for your taste. You weren’t sure you felt comfortable with him knowing where you lived.

When you got home, your phone dinged as you locked your door. it was Zuko.

Sorry for scaring you tonight. I didn’t think you’d actually go to the park. I like to sit there and feed the ducks, so I’ve seen you and your dog a couple of times. I’m not trying to be weird.

That was honestly almost kind of sweet. You could visualize it, the tall man sitting on the bench and throwing seeds to the ducks that lived in the park, minding his own business as people passed by. Maybe the man was just a bit socially awkward? You could understand that.

No worries. Nice meeting you!

-----

He kept texting you, checking in, asking about your dog, asking about you.

Zuko seemed like a nice guy, if not a little awkward. Maybe a little lonely, but wasn’t everyone?

You learned that he lived by himself, had moved here a couple years ago, and that he liked the town. Friendly people, good weather, nice shops and local stores.

Weeks had passed since your dog had gone missing, and you found yourself getting more and more sad, sinking into the feeling like goop.

And then Zuko texted.

You should come over.

Your mind raced - he wouldn’t be texting you unless it was important, it was nighttime, you had learned the man wasn’t overly fond of visitors.

Zuko? What’s up? Have you found my dog?

A pause, two minutes before his next text came through.

Just come over.

You huffed, frustrated, excited.

Please just tell me, do you have my dog?

Five minutes of silence.

Yes.

-----

The excitement you felt was making you jittery, hands almost shaking as you climbed up the stairs to Zuko’s apartment.

It wasn’t what you were expecting. You thought he lived by the supermarket, and technically he did, but it was a ways away. Zuko lived in a run down, dingy complex a few streets over, and you tried not to judge, but it wasn’t exactly the most savory of neighborhoods.

Really, you weren’t super jazzed to be coming to his place, not so late at night, not alone. But he had found your dog, said he didn’t have a leash nor a way of getting him to you. Said he didn’t mind you coming over so late.

You didn’t feel comfortable, but it’d be okay.

Except your dog was nowhere in sight when Zuko welcomed you inside.

It was dark, only the light of his laptop illuminating the small living space - a studio apartment.

“Zuko? Where’s-”

“Your dog’s probably been dead for weeks.”

You froze.

“You’re focused on a lost cause. I don’t think he’s coming back.”

What’s going on? Why did he have you come-

“Zuko, you’re scaring me.”

The man in question is between you and the door - the door he’s just locked. Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest.

“I’ve watched you walk him every day for the past year, you always take the same route in the park. How have you not noticed me? It’s not like I’m trying to avoid your attention. It’s insulting. Do you not like my scar? Is that why you always, always ignore me?”

His voice is level, but you can feel the irritation seeping from him, feel it infect you with fear.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking abo-”

“I’ve noticed. You’re very absentminded, aren’t you? Is that why you need a dog with you to protect you? I could’ve snapped you up at anytime since he’s been gone.”

Zuko crossed his arms, leaned back against the door. You didn’t like this, didn’t like how dark it was, what Zuko was saying, how his one good eye was gazing at you with a smug aura.

“I really wasn’t going to even bother you. You’re just some pretty little eye candy I get to see everyday. But then you put up those posters, and your number and name were right there. Couldn’t stop myself.”

The man rolled his eyes. “Plus, you’re real easy.”

He hadn’t moved from the door, but now he straightened, rolling out his neck, taking a step towards you. “This’ll be fun. Hope you don’t scream too loud and get me another noise complaint.”

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Go Go Karauno: An Old Rival (Pt. 3 smut)

THIS FIC IS 18+

Warnings: swearing, light teasing, slight angst (maybe?), car sex, hand jobs, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control and clean), breeding kink without the breeding, me living my dreams

Word Count: 7,000 +

You get ready for the date.

Was it really a date though? Let's call it a reunion.

You get ready for the reunion with Keishin as you slip on some comfortable jeans, a nice top and flats to match. Keishin asked you to meet him at his families store. An odd choice for a reunion you thought but you weren't going to fault him.

You were going into this with an open mind. You were ready to be friendly but also ready to lay down the law if so happened to come to that point. You walked down the streets as you approached the store. Keishin was outside smoking. He looked nice you thought.

You smile as you approach "those things are going to kill you you know." You say grabbing the cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out with your foot.

More like you're going to kill him babe

Keishin smiles as he looks at you "well if you worked with a bunch of hormonal high school boys you'd do the same" he said smugly "by the way you look really nice"

You smile "thanks so do you."

He’s looking at you. Why is he looking at you like that? It's awkward.

"So... your families store huh" you say breaking the silence.

"Uhm yeah my mother's families. I just help out" he smiles as he opens the door for you.

"I hope you don't mind meeting me here. I had to work late so closing up was way easier" he smiles as he locks the door behind you.

"It's not a problem. Actually kind of nice to see domestic Keishin. Never thought I'd see the day" you chuckle as he laughs rubbing the back of his head

"Yeah a lots happened since high school" he says as he leads you to a secluded table in the corner.

"Coffee, tea, water?" He says with a smile

"Beer?" You question

Keishin smiles "coming right up!"

He brings two beers back to the table as you both sit in silence for a few moments. It's awkward and you can sense some tension.

"Keis-" you begin only to be interrupted

"Y/N, listen I know what your going to say" keishin interjected.

You lean back. "Ok hit me" you say as you await his response

"Y/N I was a fucking jerk back back high school. A smug asshole. I know that now. Hell I knew it back then. I just thought you'd like me more if I acted that way" he says looking down at the table picking at a spot.

Your eyes widen "like me more? You think picking on me and messing up my serves would get me to like you more? Keishin I legit wanted to punch your lights out!"

"And I would have deserved it Y/N. Please just hear me out ok" he says as you recline in your chair with a huff.

"Y/N this is going to sound so weird and out of left field but I was so jealous of you and honestly, I had the biggest crush on you" Keishin manages to squeak out hoping you won't flee the scene.

"Excuse me?" you say sharply as your eyes bulge from your head.

"Y/N-" Keishin starts to speak before you interject this time.

"So you invited me here to confess to me? To tell me that the years of torment and annoyance you caused me were because you were too big of a fucking idiot to tell me how you felt?" You say loudly.

Keishins eyes widen as he can see your anger grow.

"Listen Keishin, I don't know what the goal was here-" you say as you start to stand preparing to leave.

"Y/N please just hear me out ok" Keishin grabs your hand as you look at him.

His face looking the most sincere you've ever seen "I know I was stupid. I know you don't have to forgive me. You shouldn't. I was a complete jerk. I messed up the only good thing I had going on in my life."

"Wait-" you start to speak only to be cut off yet again.

"Y/N I wanted to confess to you for years. All through high school! You'd date those stupid basketball players or those baseball players and I'd be left watching. So I dated girls just to try and make you angry. I knew it never did but I tried to forget about you" he spoke softly.

"The only time I could spend with you was when we were playing volleyball and by that point I felt like you just saw me as a complete ass. Which I'm not denying I was but I didn't want to be" he sighed "I forced myself to be that so I could try and push you away."

You're shocked to say the least. Mad, shocked and very overwhelmed.

"Keishin I- I don't know what to say right now" you speak softly and kindly.

"If you don't believe me ask Shimada" Keishin sighed "he unfortunately knows way more about the whole thing than he should. He spent years trying to get me to move on from you."

It was honestly overwhelming to hear. You took another sip of your drink and just shook your head.

"Y/N I don't expect you to forgive me or go out on a date with me or anything. I just needed to get this out" he says ducking his head down "it's been bothering me since high school. I think about you often and I really do feel bad for what I did."

Now you're starting to feel bad. Had you really thought so lowly of Keishin? You knew you'd been an ass yourself to him.

"Keishin I'm sorry too" you say with a small smile. He looks up at you.

"I was so driven to beat you I just got so upset. It was stupid. The whole thing was stupid" you laugh.

"Listen Y/N, Kageyama and Hinata could use some extra help with their sets. Since your in town for a while and nationals are coming up, would you mind observing them?" Keishin says.

You smile as you nod.

"Honestly I just need another adult" he laughs "they really are something else on and off the court."

"I seem to remember a certain setter who was very similar" you smile as Keishin smiles back at you.

The night continues as you catch up and laugh. You're still not sure how to feel about Keishin but you have to admit, this is a good starting place.

Keishin smiled as he picked you up the next day for practice. You were excited to work with the boys especially with Kageyama and Hinata.

You entered the gym as you heard the sound of balls hitting the floor.

"Y/N!" you hear your name being screamed loudly as a young bright orange haired boy comes bounding up to you.

"Ginger!" Keishin screams as you laugh.

"Oh Keishin stop! The boy is excited! I see to remember a certain somebody who was the same way" you smile softly as Keishin blushes.

"Hello Y/N, coach" Kageyama bows to you both.

"Well I’m here to observe and help anyway I can" you say as you clap your hands together making a loud smacking noise.

You stand by Keishin as you watch the boys repeatedly hit and then miss the falling toss.

It's not entirely that easy of a ball to hit you think to yourself.

Kageyama clearly has more technical skills then Hinata but Hinata really seems to be a natural spiker. The pair is odd but they do so well together. Hinata is able to keep up with Kageyama’s quicks.

"Hinata you don't always have to hit the ball with such force you know" you say as you walk up to the young boy.

"Y/N it's fun to hit it hard. The smack of the ball and the whoosh whoosh ka plow" he says as he makes jerking movements with his body.

Kageyama is heating up "you idiot she's talking!" He says kicking Hinata in the back of the legs.

"You're going to have opponents that expect you to hit it hard and if you come into contact with a team who is lightening quick with receives, they will adapt" you say smiling.

You look back at Keishin as his eyes widen

"Nekoma?" he says

"Nekoma" you nod.

"Nekoma has always been amazing at their receives. It's why they are a powerhouse. They use them in all aspects of the game. So why don't you try some faints, maybe shooting the ball straight down as well. Heck you could probably pick up line shots pretty quickly as well. That speed is a weapon but you can't only bring one weapon to a war" you say smiling.

Keishin watches as you interact with the boys. You talk to them and show them moves for what seems like hours. Hinata is improving and doing really well. Kageyama is already spectacular but adapting to Hinata proved to be a bit hard.

"It's nice you have a variety of spikers Keishin" you smile as you watch the duo practice in front of you.

"You remind me a lot of the Kageyama and Hinata combined" you giggle.

He huffs "Y/N I was never that insane"

"I beg to differ Keishin. You always drove me nuts with your wild moves! You were always showing off" you laugh.

Before you know it, the boys clean up the gym and you bid your farewells. You and Keishin head to his car as you both get in.

"Y/N you remember the hill we always use to run up when we did joint practices?" He said

"Of course that hill was the bane of my existence because you'd always want to race" you sneer.

He laughs. "Well what would you say to visiting it now?" He smiles

"Keishin my heart isn't up the race" you giggle.

"Nah I'm driving up it. I smoke too much to run up that hill now" he laughs.

You both buckle up as you Keishin drives to the top of the hill.

It's nightfall and the air is calm. It's almost too quiet. The lights from the city burn below as you and Keishin sit in silence.

"Y/N" he says as he looks over to you "Thank you"

You smile.

You don't know what this feeling is but you feel like you need to kiss him. It's just feels so out of place. But why do you want to so badly!

"Y/N-" he begins to speak as you cut him off pulling him in for a heated kiss. He doesn't resist at all to your surprise. You pull away staring at him with wide eyes.

"Fuck Keishin I'm so sorry I should have ask-" you say as he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in once again in for kiss your lips both part as you tilt your head to get a better angle.

Cars definitely aren't ideal for making out you think in the back of your head.

After a few minutes of kissing and felling yourself getting heated you break the kiss, staring at the man next to you.

"Fuck it" he says as he grabs you pulling you into his lap to straddle him.

You staddle Keishin in the driver's seat as you reach over pulling the level of the seat back moving the driver's seat back.

"W-what are you doing Y/N?" Keishin stutters

"If you don't want this, tell me and I'll stop instantly" you say grabbing his face.

You kiss him slowly as his eyes close. His places his hands on your thighs as he rubs them up and down.

You feel your panties getting wet as you leave his lips to kiss his jaw.

"Fuck Y/N" Keishin says as he tilts his neck back allowing better access to his neck column.

"Does that feel good Keishin?" You smirk as you continue to kiss his neck.

"Soo good babe, fuck so good" he whines.

You return to his lips, hungry for more. You quickly gain access to his wet muscle as you both battle for dominance. He massages your tongue with his as you groan and he's able to establish dominance. He leaves you lips to to start kissing your neck. He gropes at your title through your dress as you slowly begin to work up your dress to your hips.

Keishin is hot. Fuck this is actually happening. He's so lost in the moment he nearly forgets he doesn't have a condom on him.

"Y/N baby we can't do this anymore. I don't have a condom. I'm sorry baby" he says as he pulls alway, upset from the loss of your another skin.

You start kissing him again as you lightly grind on the now visible bulge growing in this pants.

"Keishin it's fine. I'm clean and on birth control. I haven’t had sex in months" you smile as you pull back grinding harder.

He can feel a wet spot growing on his pants.

"You're OK with that Y/N- Fuck yes I need you" he cries as he starts to probe two fingers down by your clit. You gasp as you frantically loosen his belt. You lower his underwear as he finds you clit.

You stroke his hardened cock as he rubs your clit, moving aside your panties.

He looks at you with half lidded eyes "Baby I've wanted to fuck you for so long you have no idea" he says as he increases his pace

Your pussy is dripping strings of cum at this point. You throw your head back as the unbearable knot in your stomach becomes too much to handle.

You whisper in his ear as you feel the knot tighten.

"Wanna cum on you cock Keishin" you say sweetly as you moan his name.

"Fuck OK.. OK baby" he says as he helps you line up on his cock, pushing your panties to the side further and your dress up to your stomach. You both groan as his thick head enters your wet cunt.

"Holy shit baby your pussy is wet and so tight- fuck" Keishin growls as you feel his cock begin to stretch you out further and futher

You lower yourself and begin going slowly glide up and down, taking a little more of him with each movement.

Keishin is in heaven. He's trying so hard not to cum but your pussy is so perfect.

"Oh god Keishin, fuck you feel so good" you start grinding and bouncing on his cock.

“mmhmm baby- fuck I can’s believe I finally get to fuck you. I’m a lucky bastard” he groans.

"God I feel like I'm being ripped in half" you scream ad you throw your head back

"Aw fuck baby. Let me pound up into you ya? I need to fuck you good" he says as you raise your hips.

Keishin thrusts into you quickly and deeply. You're both losing it. Your pussy is throbbing as you await your impending orgasm. Suddenly Keishin reaches down and starts to toy with your hardened clit.

"Oh shit baby I'm going to cum" you cry pit as the band in your lower stomach snaps and you throw your head back in utter bliss. You can feel the car shake as Keishin thrusts become faster and harder.

"Baby can I please come inside? I need to fill you" he cries as you know he's close.

"Come inside of me Keishin. Fill my pussy with your cum" you screams as Keishin starts moaning loudly as he cums deep inside of you.

You both pant heavily as you come down from your highs. You smile as you both look at each other.

"Still hate me Y/N?" He says with a smirk

"A little less now" you say as you chuckle, leaning into kiss him.

*3 months later*

"Oh hell yeah Y/N you made it" Shimada screams at you as he frantically waves you to the front of the bleacher seats.

"I wouldn't miss the boys going to nationals for anything" you smile as you watched the boys warm up for their first match.

Keishin spots you as you smile and wave.

You had been taking your relationship slow with Keishin. You told him you hadn't desired to leave Tokyo just yet and he supported you. You did come visit often and worked remotely when you could. Your long distance relationship was working well. Plus the sex was phenomenal.

"Hinata looks strange" you say as you tilt your head to the side, observing the boy running strangely around the stadium floor.

“Yeah he lost is shoes at the bus station but Kiyoko is on her way with them” you laugh as you put your head in your hands.

Kageyama and Hinata both see you as Hinata frantically waves and Kageyama bows.

Keishin watches their interaction with you as he smiles to them and back you.

“I’m so proud of you Keishin” you whisper to yourself as you smile softly.

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