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trashcan-writes · 1 year

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Konig x OC // Monster Squad : mutant AU word count : 2kish

Rating: T for swearing

Summary: This story follows Sully, a member of mutant only task force AKA Monster squad, and their relationship with Konig. This story is not in chronological order, but rather written in whatever order my mind decides Trigger warning: corny fluff? no beta we die like Graves. Listen I've never played war video games and I'm not about to start now just because I'm thirsty for big boys. Sully is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, but is AFAB. Please be kind, I havent posted fic since I was 12 (is now 30)

“So, how did you first figure out that you can’t die? I mean that’s a pretty fucking specific set of circumstances.” Hutch asked taking a long drink of his beer. The other operators at the table agreed, clambering to butt their opinions in.

“Had to have been when you were serving right?”

“How fucked up if it was before?”

“Super fucked up.”

Sully paused, sipping their vodka cran trying to decide what story they were going to tell. They had several stashed away in preparation for this question, all technically true. Having decide on one, they opened their mouth to tell the story -

“It was during basic, some asshole shot them in the stomach.” Lillian answered for them, skin slipping from golden brown to green to red back to brown. Well ok that answered the question too. Lillian was used to answering for them when they were too injured to speak for themselves so sometimes she just answered. Mostly it just made things easier for them. Like right now! No hassle and no worrying about blood loss high making you say something hella stupid. Or worse, something true.

“Yeah, super lame. A guy that had literally never touched a gun in his life fired a live round into my stomach during basic training. I’m not sure who was more surprised, me or the doc that pronounced me DOA.”

Sully grinned at the group of soldiers, Hutch throwing his head back laughing. The only person that didn’t seem to laugh at the story was Konig. His blue eyes were intense and serious staring at them as they re-told the story in detail, mostly focusing on the surprise in the doctor’s face when they woke up.

Of course, they left out the searing pain of being gut shot, the way they felt the life being drained from them and the panic that gripped their heart in a vice. Sully also didn’t mention the way the boy- because they were really all children at that stage- had cried over them, begging with them to forgive him. They didn’t tell the group the way they screamed when they woke up, suddenly alive and so disoriented that they couldn’t even recognize who or where they were.

No one liked those kinds of stories. No one really wanted to know what death is like or what it feels like to die and then come back. The thought of death was frightening enough, but every man, woman, and mutant at the table knew they would likely die a painful slow death. Everyone but them. They get to die a slow and painful death over and over again.

“That must have been terrible.” Konig said quietly to them when the laughing dies down a little.

“Nah.” Lies “I’ve died worse.” Not a lie. Konig frowns under the hood, eyes narrowing and they can hear him take a breath, -

“Oi’ what’s the worst way to die?” O’Connor asked, leering across the table at them. Sully knows a thrown gauntlet when they see one. Bet.

The rest of the table groaned, protesting the question but not sticking up to tell Sully not to answer. Typical.

“Drowning. Hands down.”

O’Conner scoffed, “Bullshit.”

Sully can’t help but smile meanly at the Irish man and throw back the rest of their vodka cran, draining the rest of the glass in one long swallow. The burn inconsequential to them.

“You ever been water boarded?” O’Conner goes still “It’s obviously a lot like that, but worse. When you’re being water boarded you at least know what’s going on, right? Eventually its going to end and you’ll get to breathe again.” Everyone was silent at the table, eyes on them, “Did you know your own body drowns you? You can’t help but to try to breathe, even though you know that there’s no air. Your throat closes and traps water in your lungs. And sometimes” they leaned in further, “blood vessels pop because you’re struggling so hard and you start to bleed from your face.”

There was quiet tense silence and Sully snorted shoving their glass over at O’Conner.

“And since I answered one of your incredibly invasive questions, you owe me a drink.” The relief in the air was almost tangible as the group laughed and ribbed O’Conner, giving him grief and bullying him into buying a round for the whole table.

Again, Konig was a silent presence next to Sully as they drifted in bad memories, trapped in cold dark waters. Then a slight pressure against their side and heat banished the memories. Konig. He was leaning into their side adding very slight pressure to pull Sully back to the present. Sully smiled up at him and leaned back into his arm before pulling away.

Sully excused themselves from the table, yelling at O’Conner to even up with them at another time. O’Conner naturally yelled obscenities at their receding back that had them giggling.

“Wait,” a soft voice called after them and soon, long strides brought Konig within inches of them, “ I will walk with you.”

“Oh? You didn’t have to come with me if you didn’t want to. I’m a big mutant, can find my own way back.” Sully said kicking lightly at Konig’s much larger boot. He tapped it back and shook his head. Sully paused, trying to think what could pull the man from drinks with his team.

“Ah, social battery is drained.” He nodded slowly like he was still translating the word from English to German in his head. Sully kicked at his shin guard and then started walking again.

“I get that. It’s hard to be on all the time. I’m probably gonna steal a snack from Kit’s room and then go to bed.”

Konig mumbled something and they peered up at him. “Say again big guy?”

“Being with you doesn’t drain my battery.”

Sully stopped point blank and stared at him. Konig stared back before breaking eye contact and focused on the gleam of their dog tags resting on their chest.

“Konig.” He looked back up at them “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Warmth blossomed in Sully’s chest and they let a genuine smile pull at their lips. Konig’s eyes went wide and darted across their face. Sully reached out and tugged on his thick dark hoodie.

“Come on, let’s go get steal some snacks. Oh! I have a tablet that may get Netflix out here, did you want to watch a movie or something? Work on recharging your battery?”

Konig pulled on their sleeve, big hand drifting down to hold theirs briefly, leaving Sully stunned and more than a little flustered at the way his hand completely engulfed theirs.

“Whatever you want, maus, lead the way.”

They walked together for a while after securing snacks, scant inches away from each other. The heat coming from Konig’s body was almost scalding. Sully wanted to lay across his chest like a lizard and soak it up. But that would be highly inappropriate, probably.

“So I did some googling.” They mused as they opened up their barracks door and motioned for Konig to enter first. He looked down at them, amusement in his eyes. Sully closed the door behind them and immediately started digging in their pack looking for their tablet.

“Is that right?”

“Mmhm, and according to the google,” Sully let out an exclamation of success as they found their tablet, “Let’s see if we can get Netflix on this bad boy. What was I saying?” they paused as they tapped the password onto the tablet.

“Google.” Konig prompted, sitting on their bed carefully, waiting to be told off. Sully jumped up next to him and was pulled into his orbit by his weight.

“Yes! Google. I was googling last night and apparently Konig means King.” They grinned up at him and he looked down at them fondly. His heart was bursting with fondness like he had never felt before, all for this little mutant.

“Oh? If you had asked me I could have told you that, maus.” He grinned as they pouted.

“Yeah but then it wouldn’t have been as much fun. Plus! Everyone knows Google doesn’t lie.” Konig laughed lowly, “I also know what maus means too. You’re not slick.” Konig tried to hid his giggles but with Sully pressed right up against him they could feel the laughter.

“It fits you, no?

“No! Everyone’s small like a mouse when you’re a giant. Unfair and uncool.” Sully repositioned so they were up against the headboard and pulled at Konigs’s pants so he adjusted himself to match their position.

“No, I call you maus not just because you’re small,” Sully grumbled to themselves as they swiped through Netflix, “But because your always busy, always thinking, just like a maus.”

“Mice are kind cute too.” Sully said slyly, looking at Konig from their peripherals. He tensed up, avoiding eye contact and fiddled with the edges of his sleeves. Oops pushed too far.

“Hey, I’m just teasing-“

“Yes, sehr niedlich (very cute).”

Sully looked at him, steadily going red from the throat up. Konig couldn’t help but stare, in awe. Sully coughed and looked away, cheeks still flushed obscuring the freckles that dotted their skin.

“um, well did you-theres a show-“ they tried to say, voice squeaking and stuttering. Again, Konig couldn’t hide his laughter. “Shut up.” They muttered poking him in the side with their slim fingers.

“Whatever you want to watch, maus.” Sully nodded and queued up a show, pausing it to explain the concept to Konig before starting it back up. Konig didn’t pay attention to the show very much, he was focused on the way Sully plucked at the fabric of his clothes, the way they laughed over the jokes, the slight gasps at a tense moment, the light reflecting off their cheekbones; honestly the list could go on.

His favorite moment was when their long eyelashes fluttered against their cheekbones only to slip closed. Their head lulled against his shoulder and it felt like he couldn’t breathe. This breathtaking little being had wound their way into his chest so deeply, in such a short amount of time, it almost scared him. It would have been so easy to let the panic over this fastly blooming…something overwhelm him. But then he looks at their face and their sweet little grin, all playful mischief that’s so inviting. He doesn’t want to lose whatever this is and he doesn’t want to slow the trajectory. He wants to savor this, this lovely moment in the middle of what could be the start of a third world war. A spark of human connection, strong in a way that he had never felt before.

His musing is cut off by the sharp change in light as Netflix asks if anyone is watching. No not really, but he still doesn’t want the moment to end. He taps the screen and another episode plays. Sully doesn’t move from his shoulder, bathed in light from the tablet. He sighs and with a shaky hand moves hair from their face. They look so peaceful.

The watch on his wrist beeps, telling him that its now midnight. He needs to go. He needs to sleep, they ship out tomorrow to try and track down more terrorists hell bent on destroying the world. Reluctantly he stops the show and closes the tablet. He places it on the bedside table that rocks too far to the left and cradles Sully’s face to his chest as he moves. They make a slight mumbling noise, words lost in the sleepy fog. Konig lays them down and covers them with the scratchy standard issue blanket, briefly wishing there was something nicer for them.

He quietly slips on his shoes and starts towards the door when he hears them, a small voice still mumbled from sleep.

“Goodnight King, see you tomorrow.”

“suße träume (sweet dreams)”

Their sleepy hum and sweet smile would haunt him in his dreams.

#konig x oc #konig x reader #konig #konig cod #konig fanfic #cod mw2 #call of duty #truly im going to be stressing about this for days #also wtf is this formating #I'm going to cross post this on AO3 too i think #Sully is a little menace that isnt used to being menaced back #jokes on them Konig is also a menace #i mean hes menace who is also down bad for Sully #my writing

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mxdotpng · 10 months

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ok well what if. i swapped luke and asch. for my time travel au. just at the very end.

#.text #tales of the abyss #listen okay i have some thoughts about it.#mostly in that i think that luke had it planned for a while. to the point where he mightve told jade in advance.#that if at some point the next day in hod. if luke disappears and does not come back. do not look for him.#because i think luke is probably thinking. he has had the chance to say goodbye. but asch has not. and he doesnt want to take that away #for a second time. so he thinks hes doing asch a kindness #whereas asch thinks hes being cruel. like for all theyve been able to make up over while they were trying to get to that point #i dont think asch is capable of understanding luke while in such stressful situations. he acts like he thinks calm under pressure #and maybe he is calm Enough that he knows what to do and how things will end. but that does not change how he actually acts.#and the whole point of the time travel au is that they learn to understand each other. and for asch to understand himself.#and i dont think he'd be able to fully understand luke without a) seeing how his friends react and talk about him #in a setting that isnt The Middle Of Battle or after the events of akzeriuth (ie high stress situations)#b) being given the chance to live longer than him in a situation where luke decided to switch places.#like i truly think the tower of rem. where luke first decided to switch places and die in asch's stead. is when asch started to Understand #am i making ANY sense #anyways its also because there is meaning and symbolism to it (duh!!)#because there is no mystery epilogue man in this au 🫶 he is gone they are both gone. they got their chance to come back #and they used it as wisely as they could. and they got to live. if only for a little bit longer.#oh im remembering. luke's body disappears when he dies. asch is going to disappear into the core alone. nvm au cancelled #wow isnt that symbolic. asch is alone yet again. thumbs down #i know the order of their deaths and especially how they die have meaning (asch dies for luke as luke almost died for him.#he extends his newfound trust into luke as his final action. etc etc) (and luke only getting to be close to asch once hes dead)#but thats already happened and both of those things get to also happen again over the course of Redoing History #as you do in time travel aus #momentarily considered having luke live after the fight with the knights but tbh i dont think either of them could have won that fight #like they are both actively dying. the only thing holding luke together is sticks and glue. and asch is in pain 24/7.#there are dozens of well trained knights fighting with the intent to kill. and they were alone. either of them would have died then #if they fought together it would be different but there just. was not any time #it was too late. and also i ran out of tags goodbye

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kyogos · 1 year

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someone needs to tell spurs they dont want ange. I mean, he said it himself, he’s just very lucky. No talent, just pure luck

#i'm more stressed about him leaving than the final LOL #i dont think he'd give up celtic and european football for spurs but....#also celtic going for the treble the same day united try to stop the treble sure is something #united are 3pm and celtic are 5:30pm so i truly could be watching celtic in tears ghdfjkgkdf #im trying not to think about either of them but its a problem #football talk

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milo-is-rambling · 1 year

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Most of the time I think life is so so good and then I have one minuscule moment of pain again and it’s like nvm I need to die

#you ever have a good pain week and then you can feel your body getting tense again even when you’re trying to be proactive and it doesn’t #help anymore and you feel like a child again I feel like when I first started hurting when I first realized this was forever I feel like #when I would spend nights crying and thinking about how this was my body and this was my life and how it’ll be like this forever #I almost hate feeling good bc I forget how shitty it is when I hurt #like I truly forget that pain is forever when I have a good couple days and then it always comes back and even when it’s not brutal #immediately I know it will get there again.#I’m pmsing and I’m nervous bc I am stressed and I’ll be starting a new job next week and my shoulders are set more forward then they normal #are and ik it’s from driving and stress and sleeping in so many different places but like god how do I stop being afraid of my body #falling apart while im still using it.#I’m preparing myself for the inevitable endo flare. if it isn’t this month it’ll be some other month. how do I explain to a new boss that I #might have to call out a couple days in a row every month bc I’ll be busy curled up in a ball crying or sleeping for two days #how do I explain that I have to lie about how much I can carry and how long I can stay on my feet because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to #get a job anywhere #ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh I feel incredibly young and small and my life is short and just beginning and it feels like it’s racing me to the end #I will hurt in some capacity forever. I just have to deal with that. between emotional and physical pain I am hurting constantly but this #last week has been so fucking good and I have to go back to my regular life tomorrow and try to be good and fix myself and still remember to #stretch even when I’m not driving ten hours and it’s just so hard #I hope I take care of myself. I hope I stop hurting I hope I can be happy soon

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bbeelzemon · 1 year

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just had paramedics called on me for the first time todayy

#'just' means like 9 hours ago ive been resting btw also im fine i was just scared #i was 90% sure it was a panic attack! but Both my parents having tons of heart problems was making me really dread that other 10%#that i wasnt so sure about #but i am fine it was a confirmed panic attack and nothing is wrong #i had some kind of mental revelation that ive been slowfully and painfully untangling ever since #but its going to be the literal turning point in my ENTIRE life. i am not the same person who woke up this morning #sorry everyone im late for updating you all about my newest medical history update today #no but seriously im bringing this up now because the next few days migjt be rough! for me #im going to try and keep it off the internet as much as possible but just in case i somehow end up doing it anyway i guess #hashtag rosies first honest to god panic attack <3 #im fine. and i will continue being fine. i will simply need an appropriately approximated mandatory adjustment period #yeah so ummm the thing i am astounded by the most right now is #i dont think i have EVER been SO truly angry in my whole. i have never felt the need to describe myself as 'furious' until today #boy they werent kidding that post traumatic stress disorder can COMPLEX #sorry just trying to be a little bit silly its called i get a little bit silly i just need a little controlled boost dose of normalcy here #im fine.

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doyouknowhoyouare · 2 months

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ok but high schoolers are so interesting the way their minds work… lol

#growing up is funny cuz before in i was like i want to be 18/19 forever !!!#now talking to kids im like thank god i’m not a teenager anymore 😭😭😭#idk being adult is stressful but being a teenager these days just seems awful #also it’s just funny how different your priorities are as a high schooler #i hear them talk about boy drama and school and wow truly no desire to go back #to that!

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dragons-and-yellow-roses · 2 months

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#my stress and lack of sleep has caught up to me 🙃#truly unfortunate. last night at work i nearly died and now im calling off of work today cuz i feel like shit #i havent been sleeping much lately. like not sleeping at night and then taking a five hour nap in the day and thats it #and im moving in may. which im so incredibly stressed about. there's so much to do and soooo little time to do it #last night at work (saturday is the worst fucking day) it was so hot and i felt like i was going to throw up AND pass out #i nearly did pass out. i remember cleaning up dishes and starting to sway #it sucked but i did it. also started to get a really shitty cough peobs just from talking so much #i let my manager know i might be calling off today and she said its fine. and i got someone to cover me if needed #so today i just need to let my managers and replacement know for sure #ive never called out in my seven months of working there. and sunday is a slow day. so theyre cool with it #thank god because i still feel like im gonna throw up #but im gonna spend my whole sick day thinking about how i should be more productive #and thinking about how much money im losing and how much shit i need to be doing #no rest for me

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capyclub · 6 months

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sigh today was so fucking bizarre

#took the day off for the purpose of trying to feel better but honestly i think it made me feel worse #i truly cannot wait to go home on saturday #just gotta make it through two more days #which is easier said than done bc tomorrow we have a clinical skills class which is always intense.#then friday we have an anatomy lab practical which is absolutely going to kick my ass. it’s not graded but still. im still at the level of #just trying not to have a panic attack every time i go into lab so i am definitely not at the point where i can intelligently answer any an #anatomy questions. at least it’s a group quiz but still. I think it’ll be a miracle if I make it through that without needing to throw up a #about it #sighhhhhh i miss the days when my life was simple and boring #i have some low level drama going on rn and it is stressing me out SO much #i need to go jump into the ocean #ramblings

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immamapletreekid · 7 months

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once again impressed at just how quickly a new piece of media can take over my waking hours

#so the ppl were right...hannibal really is brain chemistry altering. in fact its scary how powerful it is #ive read through..;;;all the wikipedia pages for all 36 episodes in an evening instead of doing anything productive #before i realized it. the whole afternoon was gone. fuck #no regrets (will have many regrets come tomorrow morning)#ok but back to the topic at hand. all wikipedia articles. several other character wiki pages #SEVERAL SEVERAL VERY VERY VERY WELL WRITTEN TUMBLR ANALYSES ON THE SHOW #a good few made me have to put my phone down punch my bed a few times then walk several circles around my room flailing my arms about #bc of the shivers they gave me #god some of u ppl out there are so cool so incredibly skilled with an eye for these things #also went down deep dives on youtube for interviews.. the actors breaking down their characters. fan made compilations #again im particularly a big fan of the video compiling nearly every single cannibal pun made in the show #i feel like a new person again. a persona 3 obsession followed right after by this?!?!?!!!! ive never felt as alive as #when theres a piece of media that consumes all my thoughts. every minute im awake. nothing except the world and the story and the characters #and just how fucking incredible these pieces of media are at weaving the theme so deeply into every fibre of the series #actuslly if i try very hard. ims ure i csn find similarities between persona and hannibal that appealed to me #lately persona 3 has still got an iron grip on me. but that grip has been strengthened furthermore by persona 4 and 5....;;; truly this #this may be the end for me I JUST WANNA SPEND MT DAYS CURLED UP IN MY ROOM OBSESSING OVER THESE THINGS #no stress coming from school or job searching or money or social obligations or just. idk being a person is hard sometimes #passion is so important. like actuslly im going to start crying its so good to be passionate about something #ppl who are passionate about their stuff their thing their knowledge are so cool #im tired now and am going to sleep maybe. after rbing a few more things i keep seeing that cause thst little jolt of #excitement happiness goosebumps and shivers and i need to save tjem for times when it feels i have no passion left to absorb from the world #rambling about stuff

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rustencohle · 1 year

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took a one hour nap and thought i’d die during it. i was exhausted but also full of adrenaline having not slept the previous night but at the same time had such high anxiety that the lack of sleep combined with my racing heart and brain made me go into some sort of shutting down of my system as i was dozing off it was so incredibly weird

#will start tagging my depressing posts with #m #so i can look back on them #one day #and see that things (hopefully) improved #i laid in bed for what felt like an eternity after waking up #but then i got up and cleaned my bathroom for some reason than did my dishes tidied up and then heated up a leftover me #ate while rewatching succession #cried while cleaning the bathroom thinking about how much i miss going to therapy and imagining myself at my first meeting back #spoke to my dad on the phone bc im not speaking to my mom currently #and it was a nice talk and i was still tearing up and trying to hide it #will attempt to do yoga in bed for like 10 minutes probably wont succeeding but thats the plan #and tommorow my final dance class which makes me feel ambivalent #on the one hand ill miss it because for once in my life i truly felt connected to my body in a way that transcended shame #on the other hand trying to transcend shame once a week is a lot #lol #still having issues dealing with p #and avoiding it every day #and i think that might me my main cause of stress and anxiety and i keep thinking that once that will be all well i'll feel a little freer #who knows

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whimsicalpdf · 1 year

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shadowing my dad at the optometry clinic at the hospital and im just so excited to work here one day... seeing how cohesive and structured everything is and all the kindness shown from doctors and patients alike makes the five years of studying seem like its going to be worth it aaa 🥰🥰

#before this i was very worried about the nhs being under pressure and mean patients and the stress #but genuinely truly to work in a place so unique in terms of community and having it be such a place of healing #immense pain yes always but immense joy too... its so lovely to me #these couple of days have definitely cemented my passion for medicine and im going to try so much harder to get in now #i want this <3 the sun is shining and ive been smiled at so many times today and before and there's so many parts of working in a hospital #that have always made me interested... aaa idk im just so happy in this moment. i want to treasure this feeling forever #chaos whispers

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scarletcomet · 1 year

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i am so normal and not mentally ill at all

#ok so im sorry to ppl who see this post before i delete it later but #i really want to sh and the only reason im like holding back is because scars #i have too many already and even if i tell myself i'll only do a little bit in an area that's easy to keep hidden i know that it's like #an addication and it's so hard to stop once you start and then the next thing you know you're out of space #the 2nd reason is because i don't want to break my 62 day streak on the calm harm app #i'm really out here having the same feelings about my days clean from sh as i do about my snapchat streaks or duolingo streaks huh #lmao #i'm really fucked up huh #i just need a few cuts but i know a few turns into 10 which turns into 50 and so on and then the same thing the next day #i know what relapses are like for me. 6 years of this shit now #maybe i should have thrown away all those blades back in september when i got clean again after a really bad relapse #i know exactly where they are hidden in the back of the drawer of my bedside table #i didn't throw them away because i wanted to have them 'just in case'#i guess having them there makes me feel idk safe?#anyways so sorry for posting this #im truly fine other than a little stressed and the overall self hatred #maybe i need to remember that i kinda freaked myself out several times the last relapse from like the severity of the wounds #i don't want to cut that deep though. at least rn. but i know once i start each cut just isn't 'bad' or deep enough so i keep going #ugh sorry for posting this idk what is wrong with me (other than the anxiety depression and adhd)#self harm tw

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ratioaven · 1 month

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spoilers for 2.1 !!!!!!!

aventurine rant, please keep in my mind that these are my own thoughts and interpretations. im extremely sleep deprived lol so im sorry if i got anything wrong

something thats been on my mind since yesterday are these lines.

from the start to me, it was very clear aventurine had self esteem/worth issues because of how he treats his own life, but the line that says “the other hand is below the table, clutching your chips for dear life” stuck out to me.

i always assumed aventurine was so incredibly confident in his luck but in reality he is afraid. he’s terrified that he’ll lose. it’s an act. he convinces himself, he fools himself, he forces himself to act like he’s confident he’ll win, when in reality even if he does win, he’s still clutching his chips under the table for dear life because of how terrified he is of losing.

that really messed with me to be honest. i feel tricked and what’s ironic is that he tricks his opponents into thinking he’s confident, and he also tricked ME the player but really, this made my heart break in two because i had absolutely no clue up until now.

so why does he act this way

all throughout his life, aventurine has had his pride stripped away. just try to imagine being in his shoes. i myself do not think i could deal with the situations he was put in. i cannot stress this enough, aventurine has a mark on his neck that screams to him that he has once belonged to someone. he has had his pride stripped away from him countless times. but it’s ironic because aventurine is introduced as a very prideful and flashy man. you start to realize the front aventurine puts on is his own way of protecting himself. it’s how he’s able to live basically. i wanna go into more detail but i will later.

as it was said before, aventurine is an uptight person who worries. he is extremely afraid of losing and he has a massive inferiority complex. aventurine may seem like a go lucky person on the outside, but in actuality he is not. he is not happy. he has no self worth, he believes he has nothing to live for, and he has no problem with throwing his life away. aventurine believes the only good thing he brings to the table is his luck.

but this brings me to my next point.

aventurine may not realize it, but he is so much more than his luck. he has so many good qualities and he doesn’t seem to realize it. even if some of it may be an act, he’s still able to pull it off. he’s still an intelligent business man who is both charming and cunning EVEN if it may be an act, those are still amazing qualities to have in his line of work.

but more importantly, aventurine chose to live. despite witnessing his family die, being a slave, and tortured, he chose to live. he chooses to. i cannot stress this enough. this man has gone through hell and back. he truly has had an incredibly difficult life to the point where my heart hurts so so badly for him. he made the decision to stay alive.

that says more than enough about his character.

and last but not least, aventurine wants one thing, and that is to be with his family. he’s witnessed horrible things in his life that no one should ever go through. he lost everyone close to him, he lost his people. he has nothing to live for and he values his life so little to the point where he has no problem with dying. the only real thing that he wants is just to see his family.

and he will one day, but in the meantime, i genuinely hope this man can find a reason to live, and ratio already gave him one just by that note. i just truly wish aventurine happiness while he lives the rest of his life.

i guess this is a topic that really hits me hard because i know all too well that choosing to live life isn’t easy sometimes and i just love aventurine.

let’s all appreciate how truly amazing his character is.

#i didnt proof read this #aventurine thoughts #aventurine #hsr #hsr 2.1 #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail

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emomanswhore · 1 year

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I feel like... if you call ghost daddy in bed he'll go crazy

ghost with a daddy kink ? oh yeah… he definitely eats it up, when his prettiest princess calls him daddy in bed. <33

—❤︎︎ — DADDY’S HOME . . . ❞

SIMON GHOST RILEY X FEM!READER

✵. !! WC : 3.7k

✵. !! TAGS & CW : explicit content! (18+ mdni) - service/softdom!ghost (he’s a lil bit mean), cunnilingus, daddy kink, size kink/difference, praise/petname usage, subtle spit kink, squirting, thigh slapping, overstimulation, dumbification, pussydrunk!ghost (hes in LOVE with your pussy), orgasm denial, fingering, the mask stays ON.

✵. !! A/N : hihi babies ! just a lil treat for y’all and thank you for 700+ follows and all the love you’ve given for simon says ♡!! hope you enjoy this mini fic, lmk how we feeling about it !! <33 ps… i folded. im sat. i actually wanna call this man daddy so bad. 🧎‍♀️

In your mind, there was one word— one forsaken word that you refused to utter. A word that only the most sexually deprived would use.

A person with their morals in check, should never attempt to sexualize something that is meant as an innocent title and name. Usually reserved for an actual father, or someone fulfilling the role of a male caregiver.

Right.

A person with their morals in check.

Right. You totally weren’t projecting… and deeply shaming your own innermost yearning, to desperately call your boyfriend ‘daddy’ while he fucked you.

It definitely wasn’t a thing you could say you were proud to admit outloud. Nope, you would quite frankly rather be caught dead than have your questionable cravings exposed to the world.

But every single day, you swore to god that your boyfriend tried to purposely provoke you into using the absolutely forbidden word.

Simon always took care of you. Whether that’d be making sure you got to work safely, cooking you meals on days that you were too tired to be bothered, or even texting you throughout the day to make sure you were resting properly.

You know. You know that’s probably the absolute bare minimum, and what a boyfriend is supposed to do for you in a serious relationship. But you just couldn’t help that ache and flutter you got in your heart, that made you so weak for him.

He worked so hard every single day, busy and moving nonstop on less than four hours of full rest. Even when he had his most stressful and agonizingly long days at work, he still tried to reach out to you. It could be a single worded text message or a phone call that only lasted for five minutes.

No matter what or without question, Simon will do his absolute best to tend to you. It was truly unconditional love, devotion, and his unspoken rule to give you whatever you most desired.

And you feel sick— sick in the head for letting your insatiable lust take over your sense of morality. Putting his mostly wholesome catering ways, in the same category as what you needed to relieve that scorching, sore pounding in your core.

That was alright though, you could live off your little fantasies and scenarios you created in your mind. Always making yourself dizzy and soft headed, imagining a world where he would make love to you and refer to himself as ‘daddy’.

It would suit him so well. Your hulk of a man, who had to put a slight bend in his knees whenever he came through the doors of your home. His mellow, husky voice always gently rasping to you— almost never, ever raising it higher than an octave at you. The way he could spoil you absolutely rotten, only ever calling you by his own little terms of endearment.

Always putting you first when he fucked you. Even in times when it got rough or you two were experimenting with things on the more intense side, you always came first. Literally and physically, since Simon couldn't properly get off himself, without knowing you were completely satisfied.

Your aftercare would consist of cuddling, he’d coo the sweetest of praises as he handled your sore limbs.

“My sweet girl, look at how pretty she is. Did such a good job today, angel. I know baby, I'll take good care of you now. Such a pretty girl, aren't you?”

It’s perfectly fine.

You could keep all those things about him to yourself. Just let your brain work its magic, to create fantasies and fill the deep void of your scorching carnality. You always subconsciously needed that one little thing to make yourself come even harder. But you were a good, grateful girl for him and always let Simon know how well he treated your body.

It’s perfectly fine. You don’t need a daddy kink in your life, to make yourself feel better. You were so much better than that, and you’d never let Simon get the idea that you were some ill, perverted deviant.

It was all fine.

Until today, when he finally pulls the most forbidden word out your mouth— and satiates the bubbling, hot desire that has a heavy chokehold on your heart and soul.

You don’t know how things escalated so fast.

One minute, you get his text that he’s on his way home and he’ll see you soon.

Out of pure joy and excitement to finally see him again after three weeks, you start to get yourself ready for the evening by taking an extra long shower. Making sure you’ve lathered and exfoliated every inch of your body in vanilla scented body polish, with a hint of brown sugar and cocoa butter. It was always Simon’s favorite scent on you, and he’d seemed more clingy than usual whenever your sweet aroma hit his nose.

The next hour, you throw on a simple, yet cheeky little lingerie set.

A delicate floral embroidered baby blue bra, with its matching mini stringed thong panty. You couldn’t help but fall in love with it at first sight. The design is a lovely work of art, the milky color enhancing the glow of your soft skin— yet it’s so scandalous on your body.

You did purposely get a smaller size, but on top of that it was made of see through mesh material. Not a single doubt in your mind that if he looked close enough, Simon could make out the shape of your nipples through the bra. And between your legs? The outline of your folds were perfectly clear and transparent against the light color of your panties.

After spending another minute admiring yourself in the bathroom mirror and taking a few selfies of your enticing form, you slip on a fluffy cream colored robe and head to the kitchen. You wanted to get something in your stomach before Simon came home, so you decided to lightly snack on a slice of pomegranate fruit.

You don’t even make it to the fridge before you hear the sharp clicking of keys turning a door knob, and feel the cold gust of wind that comes with the front door being swung open.

A gasp and squeal flies out your mouth as you bounce up and down on your toes, the actual sight of your boyfriend trudging in through the doorway makes your heart swell and pound in your chest.

“Baby!” You practically skip on your feet towards him, unable to hide your excitement of his abrupt appearance, as he starts taking quick strides to meet you halfway.

You think with how fast Simon approaches towards you, and him not even bothering to take off his shoes at the front door, he must’ve been just as excited to see you.

When you two finally meet each other in the middle of the hallway, you give him a big, dazzling smile as you go to lean in to hug him.

Before you can get your arms around him, he places a large hand on the small of your back and pulls you in close to his chest. You gape up at him, your smile slowly melting down to a look of pure confusion. Knees already feeling wobbly at his close proximity, and the way he has to tilt his head down to look you in the eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat, when he slowly drags his open palm up along the cotton material of your robe. Even through its thickness, you can feel the heat radiating off his hand that follows along the curve of your back. Sending tingles down your spine, when his hand eventually makes its way up to the soft nape of your neck.

You both stare at each other. Your eyes become hazy and unfocused, while his dark ones scan over your perfect little form. You hear him pull in a deep breath of air through his nose. Holding it in his chest for five seconds before letting it back out, while he drags his eyes up back onto yours.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day long, y’know that?” He mutters these words, yet somehow they’re loud enough to ring and echo in your eardrums. You pull your lips in your mouth, feeling your core thump in tune with the pitter patter of your heartbeat.

You practically whimper out loud, as he continues onto his sentence,

“ ‘S about time I came home. Think it’s only right to show my princess how much I really missed her, wouldn’t you agree, pretty baby ?”

That was the only warning you were given… for what your boyfriend truly had planned for you, once he finally got his hands on you. Everything after that moment, truly did escalate as if time were being fasted forward.

You knew he missed you. Without him vocally telling you how much he thought of you, his actions spoke much louder than his words.

He was so sloppy.

From the way he practically rips your robe off your trembling body, to pushing you down onto your shared mattress and diving face first into the warm heat of your clothed pussy.

He was truly like a dog in heat. Not even bothering to take his mask off completely from his head, and only lifts it enough to show you his parting lips as he comes face to face with the growing patch of wetness sticking in your panties.

“Look at my pretty lil’ lady,” he coos softly, hooking his thumb into the side of your soiled panties and pulling them to the side to expose your glistening cunt to his heavy eyes. “Missed me, haven’t you? Can’t imagine how tight ‘n upset you are, since I haven’t been givin’ you proper treatment lately.”

It always blew your mind when Simon literally talked to your pussy.

Speaking in soft murmurs and giving it the same delicate pet names that he gave you, the owner of it. As dumb as it probably sounded, you sometimes couldn’t help but feel that ugly swirl of jealousy when he practically treated it like it was an entire living and breathing person.

You don’t have time to mull over your childish feelings, letting out a squeak when he grabs both of your thighs and presses them back until your knees squish against your chest.

“Know you’re mad at me, little one” Another squeak sounds out your throat, as you feel him turn his head to the side of your thigh and he lets his teeth sink into the doughy flesh of your skin. He hums, sucking on the flesh before letting it go and pressing a soft kiss to the flaming bruise he leaves behind. “Gonna show you how much I’ve missed splittin’ you open on my tongue.”

He follows through with his words, putting his full attention back onto your pussy. Using his index and middle fingers to pry open the thick lips of your cunt, groaning when he sees your hole twitching and spasming over nothing. The scent of your nectar coating your thighs and leaking out your pussy, makes him feel even more high and drunk off your arousal.

You’re so messy already. And like the gentleman that he was, Simon always took the initiative to help clean up messes that you made.

Still keeping his fingers spread enough to keep your lips parted, he lolls his thick tongue out before swiping it on your slit. You mewl and flinch at the feeling of his warm tongue, but he grips the side of your thighs to keep you still. Simon continues licking up and down your cunt. Maintaining the same pattern of stroking his strong tongue, as if he were savoring a frozen delicacy that helplessly dripped down the side of its waffle cone.

Once he feels like he’s collected enough of your cum on his tongue, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of you sit heavy on his taste-buds.

Your toes curl and you let out a soft gasp, as you watch him hollow his cheeks, before he lets the sinful mixture of your cum and his spit fall right back into your twitching hole. Chuckling to himself as he watches the way his greedy girl swallows up the little treat he gave her.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, princess” This time he does actually talk to you, dragging his eyes up from your drenched pussy and onto your blearing, glossy ones.

“Always so good for me. Could eat you up every single day ‘n never get tired of it. Can’t believe I went so long without this, fuck.”

Simon starts to probe his tongue along your core, tracing the shape of it until he finally pushes inside you. Already feeling the tight caverns of your pussy ease up, and welcome the thickness of his tongue rubbing up against your gushing walls.

“S-Sim— oohhh,” You throw your head back, unable to finish your squealing when he pulls his tongue completely out of you, and decides to inflict his torture upon your little clit. First he flicks the tip of his tongue over it, then he lets his mouth completely envelop around your pearl. Pumping it a few times between his lips, before pulling off to run his tongue over the expanse of your pussy.

You weren’t going to last.

You were far too sensitive after not having him around to please you for three entire weeks. All you could do was sob and let it happen, letting out a cry before you feel a fat watery gush of cum shoot out your hole. Simon pays it absolutely no mind, only widening his mouth to catch every little drop you gifted him.

“That’s it. Such a sweetheart, you’re already spoiling me ‘n givin’ me a lil’ treat. ,” He feels the way your body starts to relax, already going into its state of after pleasure— but he isn't done. Far from done, actually. Hasn’t even been half of an hour yet, and your legs start shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah, Ah,” Simon tuts, slapping his palm hard on your soaked inner thigh, making you jolt and buck your hips up. “C’mon baby, couldn’t have thought I was done with you. ‘S only been a few minutes, ‘n you’re tapping out already? Thought my baby missed me, hm?”

It hasn’t only been a few minutes. Even in your dazed and dizzy mind, you knew that he’d been feasting on your pussy for well over twenty minutes. You shake your head, bottom lip wobbling as you let out a soft sob.

“I di-did miss you, baby” You sniffle wetly, feeling him trace his thick fingers along your soaking heat. Shaking your head in protest as he slips in his middle and ring fingers, humming while you babble to him. “But I can’t ta— aaahh, t-take it anymore. ‘S too much, baby. No more.”

“Too much?” He starts to flex his fingers deep inside of you, curling them in slow motions to stimulate your special gummy spot, that has you sobbing hysterically.

“You haven’t had your fill yet, sweet girl. I can feel it. Y’see this?” Simon tries to retract his fingers from your cunt, but your walls instantly clamp down on him. “You’re not lettin’ me out. My little lady down here knows exactly what she wants. So c’mon princess, lay still ‘n let me spoil this pretty pussy rotten.”

Having absolutely zero regard for your whines and sobs, he continues his previous abuse on your poor little pussy.

Seconds, minutes, hours, decades— You can't even tell how long he stays between your thighs.

Simon uses both strong hands to keep your legs steady and trap you from squirming or running away. You can take it. You will take it. He knows how much you need this, humming at every broken little sob and wanton moan that comes screeching out your throat.

Your vision starts to blur while you stare up at the spinning ceiling. Saliva pooling in your mouth and making a puddle next to your temples, as you let it run down the side of your lips.

You’re going crazy.

So high off the overstimulation of his face buried deep in your leaking pussy, that you swear…. you swear, you can feel your brain getting mushy. So mushy that if you shook your head hard enough, it could probably come spilling out through your ears.

He’s speaking into your pussy, saying words and mumbling something out loud. But you can’t hear it. All you can hear is your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, and feel the way he shakes his face side to side, while his tongue is plugged in your cunt.

Feel the way his hands grip your thighs so tight, that the blunt tip of his nails dig deep into your skin. You can already imagine the bruising and crescent little puncture marks it’ll leave on your legs.

It’s all so sloppy. Your pleas and cries for mercy, getting lost in the little squeals of ‘yes!’ and ‘simon!’ you can’t help but let out. And he eats it up, kissing your heated pelvis while burying three fingers inside of you.

“There’s my good girl, y’sound so pretty” He goes back to focusing his attention on your sore clit, giving it an open mouthed kiss before he continues speaking to you.

“Wanna hear my girl tell me who’s making her feel good. Hm? Lemme hear it. Say who it is, that can make you sing your little heart out.”

You make some unintelligible garbles, and Simon chuckles at your quivering and hiccuping. He squeezes your thighs encouragingly and smacks the side of them twice.

“Big words, baby. You’re a big girl, so tell me… who’s making you feel good right now?”

“It’s…” You swallow thickly and sniffle, slowly losing your train of thought as he suctions his lips around your swollen pearl. “It’s— ohhh, ‘mmm my goddd. It’s you…”

You start to gather some of your discombobulated brain cells to form a complete sentence. Simon’s name sits on your tongue, and you’re ready to tell him, it’s him. Simon. It’s Simon.

Until he pulls his head back with your clit between his lips— taking it with him, and letting it go with a loud pop!

It’s not Simon.

“Oooohhh g-god. It’s you! ‘Mmmy goodddd… daddy, it’s you… it’s all you, daddy.”

He pauses.

Whipping his head up to see if he really just heard what he believes you just cried out. Tapping the side of your thigh, he tries to get your attention so you can focus on his voice.

“What was that, honey? Didn’t hear you, come back to me and say it again.”

You whimper and hiccup, tears run down the side of your face and you continue whining at him.

“ ‘S you, daddy. Need you so badly, pleasseee baby. ‘M-m so close. I need it.”

Unbelievable.

He lets go of your trembling thighs. Letting the weight of his body help keep them pressed against your chest, as he crawls from up below your stomach and hovers over your face. Simon’s face is covered in your arousal. His lips glisten, and a good portion of the mask is damp and sticks to his skin.

“One more time, honey. Y’said it’s ‘daddy’ ? Hm? It’s your daddy, that’s taking good care of this pretty pussy?”

Simon’s fingers trail back down between your legs, softly shushing you as you keen at the feeling of his digits sliding back inside of you. He stares down at you, practically seeing the little stars spinning in your eyes. You weren’t in your best state of mind right now, but he’ll be damned if you tried denying that word escaping out with your cries.

“Can’t come ‘till you let me know,” You give him big, sad eyes but he shakes his head at you. “Wanna come, right? Tell. Me. Say it again, _____.”

At the use of your real, full name you quickly snap back into reality. It was like a switch, your bubbly headspace falling apart and bursting open once he rasped your name.

You did it. You really did call him daddy. It was your most taboo, and forbidden word—

But fuck it.

Today, your daddy was finally home. And you needed him to take care of you, just like he always did.

“Daddy,” you mewl out, feeling another hot sensation shooting through your spine. It was coming. You were so close. “Daddy I n-need you. ‘S you Simon, so please, pleaasee let me cum.”

His nostrils flare before he’s smacking his lips down on yours. Licking inside of your mouth, and inhaling the little moans you let out from tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Not yet, pretty little baby. Daddy hasn’t had all his fun yet.” Simon pulls away from your lips for a moment, laughing softly at the way you try to chase after his mouth for more. He uses one hand to swiftly fumble with the buckle of his belt, making quick work of pulling down his cargo pants and boxers. Laughing again when he pulls his drenched fingers out your greedy little hole, that puts up a fight to keep him deep inside your cunt.

“Must’a been treating my lil’ lady real good,” You can feel the heat of his hard, thick cock pressing onto your pelvis. Already licking your lips and grabbing onto his flexing bicep for support. “Gotta keep showing my special girls how much their daddy loves ‘em.”

He uses a free hand to guide his length to your throbbing pussy, unable to help himself from slapping the head a few times against you. His cock makes a squishy plop plop when he makes contact with your sticky folds, and teases you with a rub on your raw, swollen clit.

“Want you to remember this, once I’m done with you.”

Simon feels your nails dig into the hard meat of his bicep, bracing yourself when he finally lets the head of his cock greet your warm, welcoming insides. Already feeling the way your pussy grips around him, and makes no plans of ever letting go.

“Want you to remember what’ll happen every single time, that daddy comes home to his pretty, little princess.”

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loverboy | ln4

hi, i finally wrote second part for tinder buddies! im not sure if i like it though, i've got an idea but i dont know how it went.

anyway please enjoy and lets cross our fingers for japan win for this loverboy!

i will let myself tag everyone who wanted to be tagged in part 2: @mickslover @formula-1-04 @petitefaeries @bayleewatts67 @xjval @kapsylia @teamnovalak @slutforln4 @shimmermotorsport @myownwritings @maydiamondsinthenightsky @mikadojohnny

summary: when it turned out that Lando is more of a loverboy than a fuckboy and there is no point in trusting appearances because they tend to be misleading

warnings: none

pairing: fem!journalist!reader x lando norris

Y/N looked as if she had seen a ghost. She clenched her phone in her hand and glanced at the spot where Lando had been just a moment ago. Yes, that Lando, with whom she had a brief interview a few seconds ago, Lando Norris, who drives for McLaren, her Tinder buddy with whom she's been exchanging explicit messages for over a month now, and who knows more about her body seen through the camera than any guy she's had the chance to flirt with in person.

The girl only snapped out of it when the camera operator she had been filming with nudged her shoulder.

"The team bosses' interview is about to start, I saved us seats."

She quickly nodded and tucked the microphone into her bag, throwing it over her shoulder. She glanced at the McLaren garage one last time before heading to the conference. After all, she was here because she had duties.

As she took her place among the crowd of other journalists, instead of focusing on coming up with questions, she picked up her phone again. It immediately unlocked to her conversation with Lando, and she hastily replied to his latest, unambiguous proposition.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment. If you want, we can meet later in the evening."

Lando was scrolling through Instagram when a new message popped up in his notifications. He smiled and swiped it open, reading and replying quickly.

"i'd be honored. give me the address of the hotel you're at. and be ready by 9."

The girl smiled and sent him the address along with a note that she couldn't wait, wishing him good luck in qualifying.

Lando felt his cheeks hurting from smiling. However, he locked his phone and set it aside. He knew that if he didn't restrain himself, he would bombard the girl with messages. He was so excited about the whole situation, the overflow of emotions building up in him could easily secure him pole position that day, which he sincerely hoped for. He wanted to present himself in the best possible way, knowing that on that day, one special pair of eyes would be watching him.

Y/N was also excited, but as time passed, she began to feel stressed. Not because she was going on a date with Lando Norris, but because she was about to confront someone whom she may have known inside out but in reality had no idea who he truly was. She was slightly apprehensive about whether Lando would turn out to be as he portrayed himself on his Tinder profile. There, she dealt with a confident guy who knew how to flirt, who knew how to make a girl's heart beat faster. With a guy who focused only on fun and ultimately only on it. Someone who knew what he wanted and sooner or later would get it, one way or another. Now, knowing her conversation partner's identity, Y/N was certain that their online acquaintance might only exist in that dimension. And just as she had realized before, somewhere in the back of her mind lived a lonely spark, nourished by the hope that something more serious might come out of this online acquaintance. Lando was out of her reach, that was more than certain. However, she didn't plan to dwell on negative thoughts because she had a chance for a pleasant evening ahead of her. She had no intention of ruining it.

Qualifying didn't come as a surprise to anyone, as Max was to start the race from pole position the next day, with Charles in second place. But to everyone's positive surprise, Lando closed the top three, giving McLaren the opportunity to start from third position. Y/N planned to text him and congratulate him on his excellent performance, but she decided to wait until evening with her congratulations. She didn't want to come off as pushy or, worse, as a psycho.

Lando, indeed, was pleased with himself, but not as much as if he had managed to secure pole position. Y/N could notice this on one of the monitors, where post-qualifying interviews with drivers conducted by David Coulthard were taking place.

"Great performance, Lando, you were on Ferrari's heels today!"

"We did well today, not just me, but Oscar and the whole team as well. I hoped for more, but you know, the appetite comes with eating," he replied, but despite the smile on his flushed face, he actually seemed not very pleased with the result. Y/N was packing her things when she observed post-qualifying talks out of the corner of her eye. "I wanted to perform particularly well today, but unfortunately it didn't work out. I hope tomorrow will be better."

The girl sighed and glanced at the contents of her bag, looking at her phone lying at the bottom. She took it out and unlocked it, entering their conversation. She wanted to send him a selfie, smiling and holding up four fingers with a note congratulating him on the result, but she thought it might be a bit silly. So, she quickly wrote an alternative.

"Speaking of appetite, I hope you're looking forward to dinner more positively than to your third starting place. In my opinion, you did great today x"

When Lando finally had the chance to reach for his phone and saw the message from the girl, he sincerely hoped to see her face again. He hovwever, was pleased with her congratulations.

"i can't wait for tonight. and I hope tomorrow we'll have better reasons to celebrate"

Y/N smiled to herself, throwing her bag over her shoulder and heading with the cameraman to the media zone to have the opportunity to talk to some of the drivers or team principals. She replied quickly.

"We?"

"tomorrow I'd also like to invite you to dinner. because i'm afraid tonight may not be enough for us"

The girl felt herself blushing, so she quickly put her phone in her pocket. She didn't manage to run into Lando in the media zone again, but she had the opportunity to gather some more good material. As the drivers began to return to their garages and the paddock slowly began to empty, Y/N and the cameraman also decided to return to the hotel. The girl was absolutely not in the mood to deal with the footage recorded that day, so she was immensely grateful when her coworker offered to spend the rest of the day on preliminary editing and assured her that she didn't have to worry about anything. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, as in her current pre-date euphoria, she wouldn't be able to create anything suitable for publication. When the girl returned to her hotel room, she decided to take a long bath. Sitting in the tub, her phone lying nearby vibrated again.

"actually, would you mind if i pick you up at 8?"

Y/N smiled when she read his message. She glanced at her watch. She still had 3 hours before leaving, so she should manage without any trouble.

"Why, have you already missed me?"

Lando snorted to himself as he read her message. He would be lying if he said he hadn't. He wanted to see her again as soon as possible.

"if i'm being honest, i would like to be sitting with you at dinner already"

Y/N also smiled. It was cute and completely unlike the image Lando had built and which she had in her head.

"I guess I shouldn't torture you that much. I'll try to be ready by 7."

Lando smiled and squeezed his phone in his hand. Now he couldn't wait for the meeting even more.

"see you then, darling"

The girl blushed when he affectionately called her that. She set aside her phone and immersed herself in the hot water, but even that couldn't wipe the smile off her face.

At the agreed time, both of them were ready. When the girl stepped out of the hotel, she didn't even need to look around, as she easily noticed Lando leaning against his impressive car. He held a bouquet of white flowers in his hand and smiled as soon as he saw her. He walked a little towards her, but he had no idea how to greet her. Offer her his hand? Hug her? What would be most appropriate? He didn't want to make a fool of himself.

"Hi, good to see you," he said, unable to take his eyes off her. He bit his lip, but still couldn't stop smiling. "You look stunning."

"You too, but I'm sure you already know that," she replied, looking into his eyes. They were sparkling, brightening up his already joyful face. Even though he was wearing a dark shirt and dark jeans, his hair was slightly disheveled, and she could already smell his cologne almost on the stairs, Lando at that moment looked adorable, like an elated child.

"Maybe so, but it's always nice to hear it from someone like you," he replied, extending the flowers towards her. "Here, these are for you. And I hope I didn't make a mistake and accidentally buy you flowers you hate."

The girl chuckled softly and shook her head, taking the flowers from him and smelling them.

"No, absolutely not. I love white flowers, and these are beautiful. Thank you."

"Phew, thank god," he theatrically let out a sigh of relief "Glad I started off on the right foot."

"I rather doubt you don't know how to behave around girls," she retorted, following him as he opened the car door for her.

"Well, I'm afraid you might be surprised," he replied, helping her into the car and closing the door behind her.

Lando chose a very pleasant restaurant, located not far from the hotel where the girl was staying. The place was cozy and seemed expensive, but it manifested in a modest way, without any tackiness or artificial wealth. He reserved a table in the corner of the room, so they could expect a bit of privacy. Before taking his seat at the table, he pulled out the chair for the girl. She tried her best to remain composed, but the smile never left her face. This meeting and this whole situation was more than crazy.

"I hope I picked a good place," he said, sitting across from her. "I've never been to these restaurants before, so today's choice was largely based on Google reviews."

He admitted, glancing at her uncertainly. But seeing her smile, he smiled too.

"It's very nice here. Your choice didn't disappoint."

"Second victory in twenty minutes, going better than I expected," he joked, eliciting a quiet laugh from the girl. He then thought it was a good sign that she laughed at his jokes. It meant that this whole situation had potential.

Lando was genuinely stressed about this meeting. He knew well how people perceived him and what kind of guy girls thought he was, but the truth was entirely different. His hands were sweating with nerves in the car, and he prayed that the steering wheel wouldn't slip from his hands and cause some idiotic accident. Upon returning to the hotel, he spent over two hours searching for the right place to take the girl for dinner and did about twenty quizzes on what flowers he should buy her for their first date. Since he met her at the paddock, they had the opportunity to talk, and he managed to connect all the facts. He felt like either his heart would jump out of his chest or his cheeks would fall off from smiling. In reality, Lando was absolutely not who he portrayed himself to be and how he was perceived. And Y/N was slowly starting to realize that.

When the couple placed their orders and the waiter brought the vase for flowers that Lando had requested earlier, there was a moment of silence. Both were equally embarrassed, not knowing if it was because of each other or the whole situation.

"So," Lando started, rubbing his hands on his pants, "oh god, I don't even know where to begin. Should we pretend we don't know each other and this is our first meeting? Or perhaps the opposite?"

"I honestly have no idea, but I'm glad we both don't know how to behave," Y/N laughed. "But we can start over. Like it's our first date."

She smiled warmly at him. He reciprocated the smile and reached out his hand towards her.

"Lando, nice to meet you."

"Y/N, and it's also a pleasure for me, Lando."

She shook his hand. From that moment on, everything started to go smoothly. The conversation flowed smoothly, and there wasn't a single moment when there wasn't something to talk about. Lando turned out to be the complete opposite of the person she met on Tinder. He was also different from the Lando she sometimes observed in the media. He turned out to be a funny and very intelligent guy with interesting hobbies, not just those revolving around Formula 1. His big heart and incredible modesty also made it impossible not to feel sympathy towards him. Lando, on the other hand, wasn't really up for this meeting, he honestly had no idea what to expect. As it turned out, he met not only an attractive but also hardworking girl, for whom motorsport was not just a job but also a hobby. It also turned out that they had a lot in common, so after a while, the remnants of stress and uncertainty disappeared, and they began to feel in each other's company as if they had known each other for ages.

Their conversation was only interrupted by the waiter, who apologized and said that the restaurant was closing in fifteen minutes. Y/N and Lando both looked at their watches at the same time and were shocked to find that it was just before midnight, and the past five hours had flown by like fifteen minutes.

"Sure, of course, we'll ask for the check," Lando replied to the waiter, who went to tally their dinner. As soon as the girl reached for her purse, Lando looked at her meaningfully. "I hope you don't think I brought you here for you to have to pay."

"We can split the bill," she replied, looking at him and clutching her wallet. "People usually do that on first dates, right?"

"It would be a pleasure if you honored me to be a gentleman and let me pay."

Y/N laughed and shook her head.

"As you wish, Mr. Gentleman."

When he paid for their dinner, they left the restaurant together. Lando once again opened the car door for her, and their eyes met when their faces were inches apart as she passed him to take the passenger seat. When they were back at her hotel, the girl reluctantly glanced towards the entrance. She would have loved to spend time with him until the early morning.

She sighed and smiled sadly, looking at him.

"I know, me too," he replied, easily reading her thoughts. "But we'll probably bump into each other in the paddock in the morning. Purely by chance, of course, not like I'll intentionally run into you, absolutely not."

Y/N chuckled at his words.

"It was very nice spending the evening with you, Lando."

"The pleasure was all mine," he replied, smiling at her.

They sat in silence for a moment, exchanging silent glances.

"Would it be inappropriate if I kissed you now? Since we agreed that today we're starting with a clean slate?"

He asked, his gaze moving from her eyes to her lips.

"People don't usually kiss on first dates, but I feel like I've seen these lips somewhere before, and they've told me a lot of different, indecent things, so I think we can make an exception."

She replied, biting her lip. She surprised herself with her boldness, not to mention Lando, who just saw the same girl who he sometimes saw on the screen of his phone in the evenings. As soon as he got her consent, he touched her cheek without hesitation and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss.

Y/N returned the kiss, smiling into his lips.

"Have a good race tomorrow, and after tomorrow's dinner, I'll invite you for dessert."

She whispered, still centimeters away from him, when they separated after a moment. Lando unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, circling around it, opening her door, and offering her his hand.

"I think I can fit in dessert tonight too," he replied, biting his lip and looking into her eyes. She returned the smile and handed him her hand without hesitation. It seemed that the evening was not ending for these two, on the contrary, it was just about to begin.

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Can you write Vox x reader where like the reader just says like really unhinged things and just like vile things whenever they rage and stuff like the internet could be slow or smth and the reader is just like “IM GOING TO RIP OFF MY SKIN” idk man I’m kinda just self projecting rn like you can right anything with it tbh idk sorry for rambling anyway you don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna

THIS IS SO MEEEEE I LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!! sorry it took me a hot minute to reply to this i have over 70 hazbin hotel requests in my inbox 😭

🥀Cw: fluff, crack, silly vox

when he first met you, vox was charmed by your seemingly sweet nature- that is, until you were pissed

your unholy screech of how you were going to rip off your skin if he cut the wifi again was both endearing and confusing in his eyes

vox would just short circuit for a second, just blinking at you while he tries to process what you just said

once it clicks, he just starts giggling. vox very rarely genuinely laughs, most of his laughs are professional or part of the persona he adopts as the leader of vox enterprises, but when he's so shocked by what you just said, he can't control the booming laughter thay fills the room

he's wheezing and gasping, each barking laugh only pissing you off more

"what's so funny? if you keep laughing i am going to fucking break ur fingers like carrot sticks!" you snap, and vox only giggles harder

after a few seconds, you can't help but notice how adorable his laughter is, and soon you don't mind it as much

once you two are officially together, you notice how stressed vox often is, yet how he seems to visibly relax around you

the batshit crazy things you say, which normally disgusts other people, only seem to amuse him

its actually a wonderful dynamic because you bring some spontaneity and slight insanity into vox's otherwise irritating and depressing lifestyle, and vox balances out the crazy things you say and calms you down every time

you often find yourself searching for new phrases to baffle him with, and for new ways to make him laugh

after vox has a stressful day, he enjoys just listening to you ramble about the most insane things and adores hearing whatever fucked up saying you've adopted recently

vox notices himself beginning to copy your speech patterns. he only begins to realize when he slips in an exceptionally odd metaphor into a work meeting and everyone stares at him, yet his heart skips a beat at the thought

there's something so charming to him about the fact that he's adopting your mannerisms, and you truly make him laugh when no one else can

whenever another one of the vees pisses him off, he always comes to you for advice on incredibly deranged comebacks, and you never disappoint!

he's won multiple arguments by just repeating one of your fucked up sayings and the other vees being too lowkey shocked to disagree

vox LOVES IT when you diss people he hates, hearing you ramble some fucked up insults about alastor made him fall in love with you all over again

"that worm on a string fucked up karen cut bob looking ass- if i see him around here again im going to eat a fucking brick" *cue vox looking at you with the biggest heart eyes*

overall, you are both menaces, but you're menaces in love ♥️

vox lay with his head in your lap, the blue light of his screen illuminating the dim room as you rambled mindlessly about your day.

"and THEN, this fucking asshole tried to flirt with me! ME!! as if he doesn't know were dating! ugh, it makes me feel like i have an entire beehive living beneath my skin. i swear if he even looks at me again im going to lick wet cement i can NOT deal. how can you even work with him? he's such a fucking CREEP voxy, i'm going to cut off those ugly ass wings and shove them so far down his throat- hey, are you even listening?"

you look down to see vox half asleep, his eyelids drooping as his light dimmed. "keep talking.." he murmurs, looking up at you with a lazy smile on his face. "you're my favorite person t' listen to.."

i love the idea of vox with a partner who challenges his very idea of power. he clearly wraps himself in a sort of persona, surrounding himself with powerful people and acting like he's so serious and important. i love the idea of him falling in love with someone who can break down his walls in seconds, someone who can dismantle his entire bravado act and who allows him to truly be himself. this is such a wonderful prompt and i am eating this up. nonnie ur awesome!!!!

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