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On a financial level I KNOW I'm going to regret this, but I bought tickets for both pairs events and the women's free skate in Milan. As soon as I see Deanna and Max step on that ice I will be in tears. And it will all be worth it.

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Hard Carry CL16 - 01. It's 2018, Baby!

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Summary: It's the big year of 2018 and y/n is looking forward to win her fourth championship title. A pretty boy with green eyes won't distract her damnit!

Word Count: 4.5k

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2012

When Formula One fans talked about paid driver, they said that the position can go either two ways.

The first one, is being proven unworthy for the seat. With the highly competitive nature that the sport serves, it will only took one race, one qualifying, only one bad day, to show the world that you don't have enough experience or talent to deserve a seat in Formula One. That the reason why you're one of the top drivers in the pinnacle of motorsport is because daddy's got money.

Unfortunately - to the fans, or even to the said paid driver themselves - this scenario is often the case.

It is such a bad branding for rookie to have. To be branded as a spoiled and talentless kid that doesn't know how to do anything without the help of their famously wealthy parents. For someone that ha just entered the sport, for someone that is still searching for fans and sponsors, this kind of branding can be the death of their career.

Yet, why is there so many paid driver when the risk is evident?

The second scenario, is the most unlikely one. Though, it is still possible.

There is a probability that a paid driver can enter the sport, and show the world that they're as talented as y/n l/n, just like what she did back in 2012 when she famously entered Formula One because her dad bought the Porsche Formula One team.

It was such a controversy back then, for such a young driver - a female driver, something that the sport had never seen in decades - to easily enter the pinnacle of motorsport with the large monetary support from her dad. Back then, when it was not revealed yet that her dad had bought the team, many had anticipated her debut. When the news came out, many had muttered things like-

"Maybe she's just that talented?"

"She did won a lot of trophies in the lower category."

"Who cares? It's a sign that Formula One is finally evolving!"

"Bet she got a lot of skills."

And well, y/n does have skills. People had actually anticipated her arrival at first, saying that it’s time for Formula One to change and she will be the one to start the change.

Though back in 2012, that was not the reason why she managed to get into Formula One. Her dad, a famous billionaire from France, had bought the Porsche Formula One team and gave one of the seat for his daughter.

Cue, the many controversy.

Now, when she looked back, y/n really have to admit that the online and offline attack that she had received back then was simply atrocious. News outlets and magazines would print photos of her without her knowing, calling her a spoiled princess who is throwing tantrum and making Formula One a joke to the eyes of everyone.

Sport critics would make a whole segment with previous or current Formula One stars to talked about her. Many calling her undeserving, talentless, and many many sexist slurs that she doesn't even want to remember anymore.

While, okay, being a paid driver, it’s obvious that controversy will always follow. Thought, back then, she had thought, if she was a man, would the controversy became this big?

Paid drivers, after all, is known secret to everyone who watches the sport. Formula One is an expensive sport to start with, so it's no wonder that many people from a privileged background would start using Formula One as a chance for them to have a career outside of their wealthy family.

And don't get her started with drivers who has connections with retired Formula one Drivers!

At least half of the grid is the son or a friend or a family friend of a retired driver. If you want to talk about the sport with the most nepotism, y/n thinks that Formula One is up there.

Though, her controversy got blown up this big just because she has one thing that separates her from the rest.

She's a girl.

A girl who has no space in the world of motorsport.

Someone who doesn’t have balls hanging between her legs and somehow, it made people think that she’s less than them.

Honestly? Fuck them. 

She knows the world of Motorsport. She knows, if her dad didn’t bought the team, there is no way her dream to become a Formula One driver will come true. No matter how much they preach about equality, women in sport, or even feminism, there is no way any of these teams will even look at her.

How can she get into the sport when no one will give her a chance? When everyone in this goddamn sport will always think that the world of Motorsport is only for men and she has no place Ini it? It’s only fair for her to use her advantage so that she somehow can have an equal ground with everyone else here.

During the start of the 2012 season, y/n is already in a bad mood from the start. 

She fucked her qualifying. So fucking badly. She honestly thinks it's because of the added pressure from the press as well as the pre-race jitters that she had, almost throwing up in the garage due to how fucking nervous she is. All of those added, and yes, the result is a really bad qualifying.

P10 honestly is a really bad position when you have a car like Porsche. After all, her other teammate, Antonio Bacque, managed to snag P3 during the qualifying.

It's an embarrassing result and she really hates it. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that y/n was going to be eaten by the media with that kind of result. 

Her first interview ever since the announcement of her position was with some famous sport channel. Y/n knows them, considering the've been blasting a lot of her controversies and 'questionable' behaviors for their viewer to watch.

So she should've expected the question that they had prepared just for her.

"What do you think about your path towards Formula One?" asked the woman, blonde hair and seems to be older than her for a couple of years. "Do you think that you still deserve the seat without the help of your father?"

She had froze, eyes flicking towards he PR manager who also got her eyes widened. It seems, the interviewer had asked her a question that was not previously approved by her team. Illegal? She doesn't know. Nor she cares.

After all, she's really fucking exhausted at this point.

There are too many glances and cameras towards her way. Too many layered questions and fake  empathy from those around her. Too many, judgmental look from those who doesn't even know her personally.

Y/n is tired.

"Yes," she said, staring straight back at the camera. "Yes I deserve it."

"How so?" pressed the reporter once again. Fully knowing that she's a paid driver. Fully knowing that she had just fucked her qualifying up. Fully knowing, that she haven't shown the world her skills.

Yet.

The female stared at the camera, she's aware that her next answer will be the headline of every major sports channels the next day. That this answer can be the one to make or break her career. A brand, that will stuck to her until her retirement.

Should she play the part of a spoiled child? Or should she play the part of a hothead driver with a too big ambition? She could play with the male fantasy and become a docile and demure little girl with too much naiveté in this cruel cruel world of motorsport. To become the doll for this sport to play with without care in this world.

But she's better than that.

She's y/n l/n and knows she's worth more than those fake personas and branding. She knows that she deserves her seat and she will be damned if she didn't prove it to the world.

"Like this," 

And, she gave them the middle finger.

In the end, all of those criticism changed during the Australian Grand Prix.

It's stuffy and unbearably hot inside the car. Her race suit didn't help much. If she's in any other situation, she would've complained to everyone that's willing to listen.

Though, at this moment, she found herself to not care.

Bright eyes stared at the car in front of her. She could see the familiar Mclaren in front of her, passing the checkered flag. She could see the Mclaren team cheering by the fence near him. Y/n could only see Mclaren in front of her.

Only one car out of 22.

"P2, y/n," breathed out her race engineer on the radio as she passed the checkered flag. There's a hint of disbelief and wonder on his tone. "Fucking P2."

She screams, no doubt flooding the team radio with her rather inhumane scream as she let go her steering wheel and hold the top of her helmet. It's a bit unbelievable, a bit hard to belief, and of course, so so fucking wonderful.

"YES!" screamed the woman. "YES YES YES! OH MY GOD!"

Y/n could hear the announcer announcing the result of the race, voice excited at what just happened. After all, today on the 18th of March 2012, a Formula One history was just made. This day would be written as one of the most memorable moments in the history of Formula One.

As she hopped out of her car, her team is already out there, ready to celebrate with her.

Some would have criticized that action as excessive, considering that she didn't won the race. Though, this race was the debut race for Porsche. This is the race where the team can show the world that they're not here to play. They're here to win.

It could be said, that both the team and y/n's goal are aligned.

The girl wants to show the world of motorsport her worth. Want to show everyone, that she deserved her seat in this sport. Want to show, in this men dominated sport, a girl like her too, can thrive.

Her team too, wants to show the world of motorsport their worth. To show everyone that Porsche Royale Formula One team is here to stay and to make history.

Maybe that's why they worked so well. Maybe, that's why both Porsche and y/n became unbelievably loyal to each other. That the team, had became her second home and y/n had become someone that the team can trust fully.

If she looked back towards that day, she can confidently say that it was one of the happiest day in her life. It was her first race in Formula One, it was the start of her historical journey in this sport, and of course, it was the day that she managed to shut every criticism that was directed at her way.

It was satisfying.

2018

Y/n's presence is almost mythical at the grid.

Which is a bit weird, considering she had been a constant presence in the grid for years at this point. Still, it still didn't diminish the almost divine status that she had achieved amongst the fans of motorsport.

After all, there are drivers that's like that. Drivers that can command a room with their simple presence or someone that had reached so many achievements throughout their career that it sounds almost unbelievable. Drivers, that you had ever only heard of and never seen. Drivers, that had inspired the next generations of motorsport enthusiast to follow this adrenaline filled career path.

Y/n is one of those drivers.

Today is the pre-season testing and y/n is ready to retire from the sport.

"I'm going to retire," said Y/n as she groaned, stretching her back inside of Porsche's hospitality. "Like for real." 

Truthfully, the weather today is perfectly warm. Barcelona in February had never been glaringly hot. The sun is shining above them and yet the temperature didn't rise unbelievably high. It should be a good day to do your daily routine and well, for y/n, this should be the perfect weather to do the pre-season testing.

Though, the ache on her joints is saying otherwise.

A hand hit her shoulder playfully. "You're only 23" said her athletic trainer, Luca. "That's like the age where everyone started their career," he said as he slid a strange concoction of healthy smoothie in front of her. "Drink this."

"But I started my career when I was 17," whined the woman as she sniffed the drink. It smells healthy. And weird. She really doesn't like it. "It's almost 6 years, I think it's an appropriate time for retirement, or maybe a promotion. Do you think I'll make a great team principal?"

The mere thought of this woman being Porsche's new team principal sends shiver down Luca's back. "Honestly, don't even joke about that because I seriously think Herman will get a heart attack."

Y/n laughed at that. Just imagining her team principal being shocked to the point of a heart attack just because she's going for a retirement is a bit funny to her. 

It's the start of the 2018 season and she could feel excitement ringing through the air.

Somehow, the grid feels different than usual. People seems more excited, a bit wary, and yet, still excited. Y/n likes to think that it was because how exciting the 2017 season was, considering how intense the battle between her and Lewis for the driver championship title. Though, she knows that it was not the reason.

She glanced towards the cameras that littered around her.

In this season, somehow, there will be a documentary crew film documenting their 2018 season. Which is, weird. Formula One teams are notorious with their secrets and fear of corporate espionage after all. Now they're letting a filming crew to document all of the behind the scene of the season?

It's a new concept. 

Herman had told her that almost all teams in the grid had allowed the filming crew to lingered around the garage. Well, except Mercedes and Ferrari - which shocked her a bit because she really think that this kind of thing is something that Lewis would do. But oh well.

Hopefully, this kind of coverage can boost the ratings of Formula One and make the sport more known to the general public. It will be great if there's a lot of new fans who will start to watch the sport from the documentary.

"Now that there's a film crew following us around," started y/n with a snicker, leaning back on her seat. "I think it will be more dramatic for me to announce my retirement right now, no?"

Luca sighed, "Y/n-"

"I hope you're not serious about that," said a dry voice behind her. 

She doesn't even have to turn around to see who's standing behind her. "Herman!" she greeted, cheerful as always and as if she was not talking about possible retirement just a few seconds ago. "My favorite team principal, how are you?"

"Good," said the German, raising an eyebrow at her. "As long as your retirement plan stays like that. A plan."

The female nudged his shoulder playfully. "You know I love you too much for that."

"Really," muttered the team principal as if he doesn't believe what she's saying. "With how you behave lately, I really doubt that."

That, actually, made her laughed louder. "What do you mean? I've been a perfect worker!" she said, tone full of teasing. "I'll be a more star worker if our car this season is perfect like always." At this, she added a wink towards a team of mechanics that's sitting on the next table, eliciting a round of laugh from them.

"I'm counting on you then," said Herman as he took a seat in front of her. "I'm here to talk about other things."

She blinked. "What other things?"

The pre-season testing had barely started and he's already here to talk some serious stuff towards her? She's allergic to that.

"Someone wants to meet you," continued Herman as he took out his iPad, writing something on it. His thick rimmed glasses glinting. "It's a favor from a friend."

"Oh?" asked y/n. "Like,  I don't know if you're aware, I'm a pretty popular girl," she started and Luca actually has the nerve to roll his eyes at her. "Lots of people want to meet me."

"It's a favor from Fred," continue the man, ignoring her comment. "It seems they found a star driver or something, someone that they really cherish. And apparently that rookie is a huge fan of yours"

Y/n blinked at that. Fred Vasseur is the team principal for Sauber Formula One team, one of the teams in the grid right no. They never really interacted much with Sauber, though she do knows that Herman and Fred are friends. Golf buddy or something. While the Sauber team itself is not one of the top team that will compete for the championship, it's famous for one thing.

Its relation to Ferrari.

While true, it's not like Sauber is Ferrari's b team like what Toro Rosso is to Red Bull, they still have a really close partnership with each other. Like really close. So close to the point that almost every part of Sauber came from Ferrari. For Fred Vasseur himself to ask a favor to Herman for their rookie driver can only mean one thing. This rookie driver is projected to drive for Ferrari.

A competitor then, she thought idly. 

"Well, I'm honored," the woman finally said. "So where's the superstar?"

"They should be here soon-"

Just at that, someone opened the door towards Porsche's hospitality, calling Herman's name. "Herman!" greeted Fred as he entered the building with a perky energy. "And of course, y/n, always lovely to meet you."

"Freddie, Froyo, Fredman, it's been awhile," she greeted back, standing up to give the man a short hug.

Maybe it's because Sauber itself is not a champion winning team that it made them interact easier. After all, she can’t even imagine greeting Christian or Toto like this.

"Yes, yes," laughed the man, not looking the slightest bit uncomfortable at the random nicknames being used. "I told Herman already, but there's someone that want to meet you."

It was at this, that y/n realized that there's someone standing behind Fred.

A man, maybe around y/n age, a bit younger perhaps, could be seen standing a bit awkwardly. He's wearing the white and red Sauber shirt, paired with a ripped skinny jeans. From the get go, it's obvious that he seems uncomfortable at the sudden familiar setting of Porsche's hospitality. At the same time, his eyes looks excited and a bit jittery.

Y/n immediately knows that this is the future superstar. Sauber's apparent cherished rookie driver who is now being projected to be one of Ferrari's future driver.

For a career prospect, not bad. A Ferrari driver certainly is a good option. Though, y/n is sure if this Formula One driver gig doesn't work out, he can be a model or someone in the entertainment industry. Because honestly, the guy is really pretty to look at.

Warm green eyes, messy dark colored hair, and a nice face to look at. If he ever decided to become a model, he could probably be a successful one.

"Y/n," called out Fred, catching her attention. "This is Charles Leclerc, he's a big fan of yours."

He seems a bit embarrassed at that mention, what with how his cheeks started to redden and how he flail his hands around. Which is, cute.

"Really?" she said, smiling as a teasing grin entered her eyes. "Really honored, then."

Charles let out a huge smile at that, looking a bit relieved. "I should be the one saying that," he said and his English is thick with accent. French, she realized. "I've been following you since your debut."

She let out a low whistle. "2012? That's a long time," laughed y/n easily. "You were how old back then?"

"15," he replied.

"Ah, I'm only 2 years older than you then," she said, putting it at the back of her mind. "At long last, it's no fun to be the youngest on the grid for so long."

Herman coughed, eyes staring at her straight in the eyes, "There's Verstappen, he's also two years younger than you."

"But Max is way too serious!" she whined out, remembering Christian’s favorite driver. Ever. "It's no fun to tease him when he gets all broody, which is like 70% of the time."

"It's because you keep annoying him," said Herman dryly. "Anyway, Charles, correct? What do you think of F1 so far?"

Now, all of them are seated at the same table, making conversation with each other. Honestly, y/n is a bit invested at the topic. Moreso on Charles because with him entering his rookie season is like a wake up call for her.

Lately, more and more young driver debuted in F1. It started with Max and Carlos back in 2015. Younger and talented drivers with more vigor and a brand new vision for the sport. Back when she debuted, the grid was way older with more experienced driver filling up the spots. Now, it seems, the teams want to change the way they view the sport a bit.

Younger drivers started to arrive every year. Guys who had karted since they were four or guys who basically just skipped F2 straight into F1. Thinking back, it's a bit sad, because it made her realize that more of the older driver too, will retire soon. That the grid will change soon.

Hm, she thought. It's an added pressure for her.

Maybe it's because she debuted so young and had become a world champion when she was only in her second season, it made her think that she's way older than she actually is. This year is her seventh year in F1 and now she has three driver championships under her belt.

It's a bit jarring thought that she is now one of the most experienced driver in the grid.

Charles talked about his experience so far with so much enthusiasm and starry eyes that it made her want to protect him a bit. Which is normal, because to all of them, Formula One is a dream that they had ever since childhood. When they first entered the sport, it's only normal for them to look at everything with full of reverent and wonder.

The male seems to live and breathe just for racing. A feeling, that y/n can relate to.

"So you liking it so far?" she spoke up, catching everyone attention. "Does it fill up your expectations?"

"Yes," nodded Charles with a huge smile. "I'm really excited for the first race."

"Nice," grinned y/n.

Really, if anyone ever asked her what is one of the defining moment in her life, she would described this moment at one of them.

With Charles smiling in front of her inside the Porsche's hospitality, with the impending knowledge of a new generation of Formula One, and with the fear of destroying all of those Formula One hopeful dreams. It was at this moment that she decided something.

She really really wants this sport to be enjoyable for the young drivers. For them to have someone to talk to and not became a clueless little shit like she was all those years ago.

It was a decision that stayed on her mind as they continue their conversation. Herman seems interested in Charles, not that they can sign him for Porsche considering his love for Ferrari, but still, having an option is still a good one.

They stayed and chatted there until both Charles and Fred presence is needed back in the garage. 

"Hey Charles," she said a few minutes later when both Fred and the younger male was about to leave Porsche's hospitality. The younger had asked her to sign three hats, saying that it's for him and his brothers who is also a big fan of hers. 

Perking up, he motioned for Fred to walked ahead before he jogged back to where she's standing.

Pulling out of her phone, y/n let out a grin towards him, "Give me your number yeah? I think it will be fun to stay in contact."

Charles stared at her.

"Seriously?" he asked, blinking rapidly.

"Yeah."

Almost immediately, he scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket, to the point that he almost dropped it to the ground. It was such a comical sight that it made her laugh, which seems to only embarrassed him further. Maybe when they became a lot closer she can tease him more about this? Certainly a thought for the future.

They exchanged number and Charles thanked her many times, saying things that she's his idol and he really admire her. Y/n merely watched him, amused, at the blabbering, before he seems to realize that he had talked too much and excused himself in such a hurry.

Well, certainly, Formula One will be more interesting in the coming years, right?

Humming, y/n entered the Porsche hospitality once more, only to be called by Herman to discuss something.

"So," started the man, finger idly fiddling with the papers in front of them. "We need to talk about your teammate,"

"Ah," realized y/n. This is going to be a long and painful discussion.

Drive to Survive Season 1 episode 3

It's all about Porsche

Will Buxton appeared on screen, smiling. "The thing about Porsche is," started the man. "It's a team that most drivers doesn't want to be in."

A shot of y/n talking with Herman and the mechanics could be seen. Her face is serious as they discussed details about today's Grand Prix and the car. They seems dedicated in their work, a true showcase of the prowess of one of the top team in Formula One.

Which makes Will's earlier statement a bit bizarre.

"At least, if you're not y/n l/n," continue the man with a small laugh. "It certainly not because they have a bad car-"

Porsche's Formula One car could be seen zooming at top speed, a clear indicator on how fast the vehicle is going.

"-Nor is it because it's a bad team-"

Y/n's car could be seen entering the pit stop, something that the Porsche team handle flawlessly without a hitch.

"It's because of the strict hierarchy there," laughed Will, a wry smile appearing on his face. "A really really strict one."

Herman appeared after that, eyebrow raising at the question that the producer had asked off screen. "I think it's quite obvious who will be the no.1 driver," said the man bluntly. "It's an open secret in Formula One, no? About no.1 and no.2 driver?"

Christian Horner appeared in the dark interview room, wearing a dark cardigan and a light blue cardigan underneath it. The man laughed, almost throwing his head back at that. "No.1 and no.2 driver is common in Formula One, but no one impose it as strict as Porsche," said the man, eyes full of amusement. "The team is basically a y/n cheerleading squad."

Many clips appeared after that, of team orders to let the woman through or the team failures to handle a simple pit stop when it's not y/n on the car. Articles too appeared, of how often Porsche has to change one of their driver and to find someone that is perfectly fine to be the second best in their team.

It's a team that prioritize y/n. It's a team, that undoubtedly will choose y/n l/n as their number one driver and will never budge on that decision. 

The thing is, if Porsche is not a championship winning team, this shouldn't be a problem. Many drivers are grateful to have a seat in Formula One even they ended up not in one of the top team.

But Porsche is a team that fights for championship. Their cars are fast. They're the team that fight for wins and podiums. They don't fight for points, they want wins and glory.

A complete domination. Just like their motto. And when a driver tasted that sweet sweet taste of victory, it's hard to stop.

"Formula One driver needs to think that they're the best," said Will. "It's a mindset that they need to have if they want to survive in this sport," he continued. "Can they really, give up wins for their teammate? when their direct rival is that teammate herself?"

Y/n has too much presence for her to be the number 2 driver.

She is the icon of the sport, someone that is way too talented and way too influential to be the second best driver. The team itself was basically assembled around the woman needs.

The mechanics is someone that she can easily discuss the car with, her race engineer remains unchanged ever since her debut because she's comfortable with him, heck, even Herman position is secured because y/n actually likes him as a team principal.

It's y/n l/n very own personal cheering squad and everyone knows it.

"Fighting y/n on track is already a hard fight to win," continue Will. "A really hard one."

A clip of her racing and passing so many drivers could be seen. Her skilled handling of the car, overtaking those in front of her, and being an all around driver that deserves the title of a world champion.

"Fighting y/n for a spot as Porsche's number one driver? Impossible."

"The drivers need to understand that we're fighting for championship," said Herman as the scene cuts back into him. "We need someone that can support us in that cause."

Christian appeared, laughing. "Well, there's a reason why they need to change their second driver five times since 2012," said the man, looking so fucking amused. 

Porsche after all, is y/n's kingdom.

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[lightlycareless]

Why do I feel like y/n would be shy wearing her lingerie and showing it to naoya during sexy time? This is just a thought I'm having recently. Btw it's been so long since i check up on you! I hope you're having a good day 💖🫶

Omg hiiiiii!!!!!

I know, it's been a while hahahah I've seen you here and there and I always appreciate that you remember me 🥺💖 I've been doing ok, just very busy with both my personal life and work, and trying to finish all the requests. But I'm here again :> I hope you've been doing well too!!!

Your ask that kept me very entertained ngl🙈🙈🙈 I've always liked the thought of Y/N doing little things for Naoya that just make his libido become even bigger so this was right in the spot!!! I won't say more, I'll just let you read it :)

Now, onto the warnings: slight mentions of smut. there's innuendos and certain words here and there so MINORS DNI. y/n is always shy but come on who is she fooling. minimal proofreading.

Happy reading!

There were many, many experiences you and Naoya wanted to explore upon finally dating, that is an undisputable fact. However, not all of them were easy to bring up, specially those that lingered more into the intimate.

Yet, once growing comfortable enough, there were no limits.

Neither strayed from sharing whatever idea crossed your mind. From cute suggestions for everyday outings, to more… passionate affairs, the two soon discovered you were down for anything—with some exceptions, of course.

Thankfully, lingerie didn’t fall into that category, Naoya eventually bringing it up right after a particularly long mission where all he wanted to do is come back to your shared apartment, relax, and enjoy his lovely girlfriend to his heart’s desire.

Think of it as a treat for all he’s done for the sorcery community, a reason to keep coming back even though his efforts will mean nothing in due time. HQ should be commending you for maintaining him lenient into serving them, without you… well, it would be another story.

“Come on, now. Don’t tell me you’ve gotten shy.” Naoya teases, having grown tired of seeing the stunning, night sky view of the city through the window, when he could be having something much more exquisite, something he’s slowly starting to consider a tease given how long you’ve been behind the closet door.

“I’m not—I’m not shy, Naoya. Just not used to this…” you murmur, fingers fidgeting with one another as you take one last breath, one last reassurance before grabbing the door and sliding it open—revealing a sight that makes his breath hitch.

With amusement, that is.

“What’s this about?” he chuckles, scanning the black satin robe that covetously covers your body. Not for long, anyways.

“Don’t laugh.” You quickly answer, pulling the garment closer to you. “Or I’ll—"

“You’ll what? Scold me?” Naoya laughs.

You frown.

“Alright, princess; no need to get all pouty on me.” Naoya teases one last time before relaxing back into his seat, signaling you to come forward. “Or bratty, come here, now.”

You obey immediately after, with a slight hesitation on your footsteps that reflected both excitement yet uncertainty for said decision; perhaps fearful to disappoint him. Turning out to be a sight he wouldn’t enjoy, if not regret.

But oh, if you only knew the restraint Naoya currently exerted over himself to not break loose and rush the enjoyment of this promising, delightful evening.

Now mere centimeters away from him, and his gaze heavy on you, you carefully reach for the knot holding your robe together and undo it. A few more small adjustments, and the robe finally begins to slide down; first from your shoulders, to your arms, and lastly, the floor.

Rewarding Naoya the adornment of your bare body with his expensive gift—a light blue, lacy lingerie embellished with white flowers around the edges that barely provided any coverage, simply fulfilling a purpose of… artistic decoration, perhaps. Incite desire in the eyes of the beholder.

And this was the most modest one of his selections. A soft start that already has you an agitated mess, and him… well, he had to shift his posture in order to slightly ease the situation down there and proceed without pandering his desires.

The night just started and the two were already flustered? One could only imagine how the evening would proceed.

“Well? What do you think?” you blush, doing your best to avoid succumbing into his burning stare as he travels across your body. How you remained shy even after doing all kinds of unimaginable things in bed is a mystery yet to be solved, but Naoya can’t say he didn’t enjoy it, more so as you squirmed underneath his touch once his hands reached for your waist. “Naoya…”

 “Ah, I apologize, mochi. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He smirks, leaning closer, enough to smell the sweetness of your body wash, while reaching to the edge of your panties and the softness of your hips, legs…

You may act coy, even doubtful of this whole thing, but you still meticulously prepared for it, didn’t you? That much he could feel and smell on your skin. To imply otherwise would be foolish, if not stirring for his cock.

“How would you like me to show my opinion?” he adds, hand still roaming your legs until eventually settling in your ass, where he’d give them a quick, tight squeeze that made you flinch before pulling you closer onto him.

“…You can just tell me if you like it. You don’t need to do much beyond that...” You quietly add, he lets out another breathe chuckle.

Letting you feel insteadwould be a much more assertive manner of disclosing his approval, Naoya believes, but doing so would cut the fun far too abruptly.

“I can’t do that without seeing the product through all angles, my love.” He responds. “And you know that.”

You press your lips together.

“How—how would you like to see me?”

“Turn around, for starters. Give us a twirl, surely you can do that, princess.”

Even though it filled you with embarrassment to indescribable lengths, you did as requested. Slowly turning around as you gave him the sight of your plump ass, far more enticing with the presence of his little gift… not that it did much difference, if he was being honest. It was more the thought of it that sparked his lust even further.

However, his interest was already placed on the one thing he looked forward to the most, the bane of your existence once given permission to do what he desired.

“You look delectable, my love.” He gleefully finally acknowledges, placing his hands on your waist before trailing up to your chest, cupping your breasts and squeezing them together—admiring how you shuddered underneath his touch, even after all this time…

 “They’re not uncomfortable, are they?”

“No—no, it’s not that.” You quietly admit, shyly looking down to him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’m just… not used to this.”

“We’re hardly in the position to be shy, princess. We’ve done more than enough to remove all… formalities.” Naoya murmurs against your neck, making his cock twitch at the way you squirm in response. “You know, I worried you might’ve found all this painful, if not undesirable to at least give it a chance but I’m glad to see I was wrong.”

“…I didn’t want to let you down.” You whisper back, he smiles.

“No, of course not. My love could never strive for that, could she?”

You shake your head. You’d never dream of ever going against him—and to see such approval from him made you grow fuzzy.

Needy.

“Now, while I know there’s another way you’ll look even more ravishing… I’d still want to see you in the other sets; after all, it’s only the bare minimum after all the trouble we went to get them.”

“…we?” you repeat carefully, a bit unsettled by the unknown addition to your private endeavors. “Ranta?”

“Oh, no—he’s too green for these types of things.” Naoya scoffs, as if the two weren‘t around the same age. Well, not everyone is as debauched as your boyfriend. “Besides, he ought to know better than to muse about mywoman.”

You blush; you like this protective side of his—although with Ranta… you can’t help but feel pitiful towards him. Always involved in Naoya’s antics and simply never enough.

Unfortunately that sentiment is short lived once the following words nonchalantly escape his mouth, soon making you realize he wasn’t the only defensive one in this relationship.

“I had to rely on the employee at the store, told me these are supposed to be rather soft, with none of those metal wires you hate so much. Guess she was right, hm?”

“She?” you utter, growing fervently jealous at the mention of a woman being so close to your boyfriend.

No, it’s not because he couldn’t socialize with others. That was fine, really (or so you try to tell yourself) but rather, the context behind said occurrence… it was always that.

You’re not ignorant to the attention he attracts wherever he went and the subsequent reactions; it even happened right in front of you: women blatantly asking him out while completely disregarding your presence. Your significance in his life.

Naoya would swiftly put them in their place by highlighting his relationship to you, however. Earning you a few snide glances but eventually the peace you deserved while out on a date.

Didn’t mean you’d ever grow accustomed to these things, or indifferent to whenever he went out alone— Even if Naoya never gave you reason feel such way by burying your insecurities amongst oceans of gifts and reassuring gestures… they still managed to arise from time to time

Just like now.

“And what? She gave you a preview of what they looked like…?” you say under your breath, yet loud enough for Naoya to hear and naturally, laugh.

“Oh, is this jealousy I’m hearing, mochi?” He snickers, pulling you closer to him in hopes of getting a better look of your pouty face and of course, use it against you. He just loved teasing you, it was in his nature! But you were not to play into his hand. “Don’t look away, princess, I’m just joking! Hey, hey—!”

“You’re quite bold to tell me that after coming back.” You frown, trying your best to get off his lap, but each attempt simply pushes you closer to him. “Let go of me!”

“Do you really think interest in anyone else but you? That I’d rather see some other insignificant woman’s body instead of yours? After I showed you all it does to me?” he breathes, brow furrowed as he firmly kept you in place. “I didn’t say anything, you made it all up in that silly mind of yours.”

“I’m sure she wanted to do so.” You insisted, refusing to let the matter go. Naoya smiles.

“You wound me, my love. Are you really telling me that being like this isn’t proof enough of my desire for you?” He asks before pulling you onto his lap, where you’d soon feel the hard, protruding bulge painfully nestling against his pants; the full display of his raging libido, awoken since the very moment you suggested this whole endeavor.

Kept at bay solely because he wanted to enjoy this moment a little longer, perhaps even let you take the lead, because the moment your robe felt onto the ground, he wouldn’t taken you right then and there.

Naoya can be a man of delicate taste from time to time, his willingness to indulge such foreplays are a testament to that.

As well of his devotion to you.

“Unless… you’re doing so to aggravate me as well.” He suggest, his voice dropping a few tones and instinctively making you shudder with anticipation. A sign that he wasn’t too off the mark. “And here I thought we were to have a nice evening, but you just couldn’t behave for once, could you?”

“It’s—that’s not what I’m—” you cry, before relenting your truth. “What am I supposed to feel after you’ve been gone for days, and when you finally come back, you’re talking about another girl?! No lonely girlfriend wants that!”

“Princess, nothing happened between her and me. I just went inside, demanded for the best things, and left.” Naoya says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? You just want to stir things between us—are things really that boring without me?”

“I missed you.” You lament, revealing the true nature of your so-called reproach. “I don’t want you to leave ever again—and if I need to dress up like this every day to make you stay, I’ll do it!”

“Be careful, princess, you’re playing a dangerous game.” He says before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. “But I always got the particular impression you didn’t enjoy doing these things; after all, you get all flustered when doing so.”

“I guess I’m just… overjoyed in making you happy, I can’t contain it in my heart, I have to show it in my face too.”

“Don’t say cute things like that—not when I’ve been holding myself back from… that” he cautions, taken aback by your unusually sweet confession as seen in the heat settling in his face.

“One thing or the other don’t have to be mutually exclusive, you know? I can be cute, but still want to do that.” You persuade. “And I really want to do that.”

“It would be too cruel of my part to keep my needy princess waiting, then.” Naoya smiles, taking hold of one of your garters and snapping it open, much to your shock.

“Be careful, Naoya you just got them!” you plead, attempting to retrieve the fabric for a hopeful repurpose, only for him to stop you in your tracks.

“We have many more to go through, I’d hardly worry for something as insignificant as this.” He explains, in his usual, I simply have too much money for my own good way. “Though there is one I wish to see you before we move onto the main course—in other words, I’d like to fuck you in it.”

“It’s—it’s going to get stained.” You correctly asses, he chuckles.

“Then we’ll simply use the next one; and the one after that, and the—”

“Naoya!” you gasp. “I’d like to keep some for another occasion, at least!”

His golden eyes glisten at the possibility of a repeat of this evening; or perhaps even better, a moment where he unsuspectingly comes home to you, to be received with a soft, warm smile that conceals your lascivious intents underneath your seemingly innocent attire—alongside toys that match just well with the colors of whatever lingerie you may be wearing then.

It’ll be like a welcome home gift for him to unwrap, which he cannot wait to ravish.

I liked the jealous y/n trope from before so I ended up adding it, mainly because I was writing both around the same time hahah.

Also, just imagine how excited Naoya would be to see his wife all dressed up proper, like in a kimono when she eventually lives at the estate only for her to be like "husband, I have a present for you." and it's her wearing lingerie WOW. The man is living his dreams hahahah!! Might write a little something tomorrow.

Anyways, I really hoped you enjoyed this and thank you so much for checking in on me (as well as your patience for this!!) 🥺💖 it always brighten my day whenever I see you in my dashboard; I hope we can continue seeing each other :')

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!!

[levi-ackerman-ds]

Valentine’s Day Disaster

Levi X Reader

Approx: 1.8k words. TW: Road Rage. Not proof read.

You knew you had plans tonight. Well, Levi did all the planning. That morning, you went to work with a smile on your face and on cloud nine, knowing that Levi would sweep you off your feet in his own way after work. Nothing could ruin your mood.

Everything ruined your mood.

The moment you sit at your desk, your co-worker just had to start with the problems they have in their life. In the beginning, you were patient and nice. You tried to listen to them, give them advice, and provide support. It didn’t take long for you to realize it was one-sided. The one time you shared something personal, somehow everyone knew about it the next day.

But for right now, in your small office, you are trapped listening to whatever relatively minor issue is absolutely world-ending. You hide your irritation with “Mmhmms” and “Oh, I’m sorry’s,” wishing they would just return to work and leave you alone. Great. Now you’re annoyed.

After lunch, you let out an audible groan as the number of one of your most demanding clients flashes across your office phone. You wanted to fire this customer so much, but money talks and your boss wants you to handle her. The phone wasn’t even to your ear yet but you could hear the speaker crackle and strain, trying to give clear audio through the screaming on the other end. Of course, her order being held up by customs is your fault. Of course, you are an idiot who doesn’t know how to do your job. You keep that fake fucking smile as you speak to her, trying to calmly explain that you have already told her the issue with customs many times.

No, you didn’t. You never told her anything!

Feeling the anger bubble up, you never wanted to “as per my last e-mail” someone so badly. But you can’t. You can’t insult this client, so you sit there and take whatever personal attack she decides to degrade you with. Great. Now you are annoyed and angry.

You try to keep your mind on the plans Levi has for you tonight. Grand gestures weren’t his forte, but for you, he would do it even if he’d grumble about it. The night will start with limousine services.

“You must get the best one! Reeeally make her feel important!” It was Hange’s idea. They seem to have an affinity for anything oversized.

Cliche, maybe, but neither of you had ever ridden in one, so why not? You had thought about that little divider that would close off the driver from whatever you were doing back there. Extremely tinted windows that no one could see into...

Levi had managed to put a deposit on a Rolls Royce Phantom 300 stretch. It was stupidly expensive. You remember his under-his-breath curses and grimaces on his face as he filled out the online form, securing it for your night. But you are his world; tonight, he wants you to feel special.

Booking the restaurant took six months in advance. It is already the hottest spot in town, but they are doing a once-in-a-lifetime Valentine’s Day event for the lucky couples who reserve a spot. Even this required a deposit to reserve seating. Dinner and a Show. You will eat the finest cuisine while enjoying an adaptation of “Romeo and Juliet.” It’s not exactly Shakespeare’s version and it should be a little spicy. Okay, very spicy.

Critics at the pre-screening left surprisingly positive reviews. “One would expect an erotic rendition of such an iconic classic that “Romeo and Juliet” is would be disastrous. I fully expected a banal show with overused tropes, actors that lack chemistry, and over-the-top “performances” that would make the most open-minded squirm in embarrassment. I can say with perfect alacrity that this show delivers in all categories. The allure and attraction between characters can best be described as a steamy passion with a deep connection. It definitely gives couples something to think about on the way home.”

Why do critics always sound that way?

“I was pleasantly surprised.” Wrote another. “It gave me tingles.” Short and to the point, at least. The ride in the limo back home might be a new stage for reenactment.

Still, you couldn’t get your client out of your head. No matter how much you tried to focus on the night’s events, that shrilling voice rang in your head. You don’t know how many times she called you an idiot while berating you for ten minutes. She got personal, insulting your intelligence, your appearance, any nit-picky thing to get a reaction out of you. You held your pleasant, apologetic tone the whole time, but as soon as you set the receiver down, you wanted nothing more than to scream your indignation to the world. You are good at your job. You know that. Right?

…Right? Are you?…

Could this day get any worse? Well, you know what happens when you ask that.

You thought you were in the clear when you finally clocked out for the day. Still angry and upset but holding on. Getting into your car, you set the stereo to play your favorite playlist. Maybe this will help your mood. Not even on the road for five minutes, and there is some asshole flying down the street behind you. He thinks you’re going too slow, but you are speeding slightly already. The entire hood of his car disappears in your rearview mirror as he rides the ass of yours. The blaring horn of his car startles you while he speeds up and slams on his brakes, suggesting he’s going to hit you if you don’t get out of his way. But there is nowhere to go. It’s a one-lane street.

When it opens to two lanes, you would think this jackass would just pass you and move on. But no. You really drew his ire. Passing you on the wrong side, he gets in front of you only to slam on his breaks. You slam yours in time, but you almost hit him. The deranged behavior coming from the other driver is nonstop. You can see him shouting in the cabin of his car even though you can’t hear it. Anger turns to terror as you realize this guy is actually trying to hurt you. He wants you to crash for having the audacity of making him arrive at his destination a couple of minutes later.

Moving lanes and pulling alongside you, he swerves his car into your lane, causing you to move into the oncoming road. Your heart races like a wild bird trapped in a small cage, desperately trying to escape. As you glance over, you can see him. Everyone thinks road rage is caused by some bug-eyed, wild-haired lunatic, but he was a perfectly normal-looking guy. Furious, yes, but completely ordinary. What could drive someone to do something like this?

Finally, he lets you back on the right side of the road, giving you the obligatory finger before speeding off. It took a few minutes for you to realize you were sucking in air like someone just rescued you from the bottom of a pool. The world was in sharp focus but felt so far away. You pushed yourself to drive home with your shaking hands and trembling muscles. You never want to be on the road again after this.

God, what are you going to do with your hair? Usually, this wouldn’t even be a problem, but you can’t focus. How dare that client suggest you were terrible at your job. You know how to do it, damn it. Should you paint your nails? One already has a chip in it. What the hell was that guy's problem anyway? You were already speeding. Why won’t that two-faced co-worker leave you alone? You know they talk about everyone behind their backs. You could have died today.

Now you are annoyed, angry, and very scared.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Levi’s dulcet tone greets you as you walk through the door.

“What’s so fucking happy about it, Levi?” You snap sharply.

You’ll regret speaking to him like that later, but for right now, you're hanging by a thread. Like a cartoon, the last strands of the last thread are snapping one by one. Thread of a thread. After everything that’s happened today, from annoyance to anger to terror. Your mind is just a flurried mess of thoughts. The co-worker, the client, the road rage mixed with the forced thoughts of your hair, your nails… Fuck, how can you even think about going out like this? And who can blame you?

Levi didn’t. Even when you snapped at him, he didn’t say a word. He could see the look in your eyes, how tense you were like a set mousetrap creaking under stress, the flush on your face, and the fact that you still hadn’t caught your breath.

You think of all the money he spent on deposits and reservations, all the time filling out forms and making sure the night would be perfect, all the effort to pull off something Levi doesn’t normally do. But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t do it. Just the thought of being on the road again made your heart twist.

Instead, he held you in his arms on the couch while some cheesy rom-com was playing on the television. Neither of you paid attention to it. You were too upset, and he was too focused on you. Levi did precisely what you needed him to. He spoke gently when you needed to and stayed silent when you didn’t. He never once mentioned the plans he made.

You run through every emotion we have names for. And probably some we don’t. Your hair was so soft between his fingers, and your cheeks were wet under the pads of his thumbs. The rapid beat of your heart was so hard even he could feel it on his chest. The wracking sobs made the top of your head bump under his chin.

You eventually relaxed, the tenseness in your muscles and the tone of your voice melting into the warmth of his arms. A little chuckle as you caught a bad line from the movie you weren’t watching.

He even saw you smile.

The next day, you felt horrible. You treated Levi terribly from the moment you walked in the door. How could you? Levi did so much so that you would feel special and you ruined it. All that money is wasted. He can’t get it back. The once-in-a-lifetime performance you made him skip out on. All because you had a bad day?

“I’m sorry, Levi. I ruined your Valentine’s.”

There was so much more you wanted to apologize for. You didn’t even know where to start. Even the apology sounded arrogant. How can you sit here and apologize after what you did?

He didn't even have to think about his answer. “What the hell are you talking about? I did exactly what I wanted to do for Valentine’s Day.”

[b1rds3ye]

A Gift for Two

Your new hot boss gifts you a fancy dinner for two, unfortunately you’re not seeing anyone… yet.

Pairing: Boss!Kyle Garrick x Secretary!Reader Genre: Fluff, Confessions(-ish), Colleagues to More Word Count: 1.4k For Gazfest by @glitterypirateduck

Categories: Alternate Universe (4), Boss Gaz (11), Civilian Gaz (12)

Prompts: “Do I make you nervous?” (8)

A/N: I’ve always written fics where Gaz and Reader are of similar rank/positions I thought I’d try something new 😌 (also ended up imagining a lil backstory for our boss and secretary I might come back and write some more about them)

Out of respect, you knock at the open door of Kyle Garrick’s office. Knuckles rapping against the timber quicker than a wood chipper, usually you announce your presence far more patiently but this was a matter of utmost urgency - at least for you. You knock incessantly for a good few seconds, only a few metres away from your target but it does little to stir your boss from his paperwork.

“Come in.”

He hasn’t even looked up from his paperwork but you don’t miss the upward quirk of his lips, it seems he’s enjoying your slight panic. Because really, who else would be knocking at his door at this time?

You hurriedly walk up to him, still in your outer coat and bag in one hand. In the other, an intricate invitation made of thick paper that you plop onto the top of his desk. Seeing them in his peripheral vision, Garrick finally leans back. He purses his lips a little to stop the smile creeping up on his face.

“Sir-" you stumble over your words as your mind crashes into your disbelief. “Just- what is this?”

It was him right? No one else would barge into your office before you - you’re not sure if anyone else can. And surely no one else here would have the money or generosity to provide a pre-paid package for two at the most expensive restaurant in the area, the card greeting you on the desk as you walked into your office. He mentioned before it was his favourite spot, and seemed offended on your behalf when you said you had never been.

Garrick gingerly picks up the card and his gaze told you all you needed to know.

“I think they call it a ‘token of appreciation’.”

You drop your back onto the ground.

“This isn’t just a ‘token’ this is…”

He tilts his head curiously.

“This is too much,” you shake your head. “Just- why?”

Garrick stands from the desk he is seated at, rounding it until he stands next to you. Reaching across the desk to brace himself against it, his arm is dangerously close to your waist, the voluminous creases of his rolled up sleeves brushing against your dress shirt. Not trusting yourself, you pull your head forward, staring unfocused at the distant skyscrapers peeking out of the window.

“It’s been a rough few months in the branch.”

He leans back, almost trapping himself between you and the desk, but he looks down the corridor to see the occasional colleague walk past, bustling and on the grind. Long gone were the days where the office was dead quiet even during rush hours, where you - bless your heart - had no choice but to religiously check that all necessary electronics and lights were turned off at the end of a shift to ensure not a single cent was wasted. This branch that Garrick was initially transferred to was a financial black hole; all he had was a bare boned office, piling debts… and an endearing little secretary desperately trying to keep the branch afloat.

Garrick stays silent until you look at him and you realise then how close your faces are. But you don’t pull away, you can’t when you’re trapped in his eyes that look at you with such gratitude and you’re taken back to the quiet overtime nights in the office, where the only souls are you two working side by side on the final pile of paperwork. His voice now is even quieter than the hushed whispers and giggles you shared in those nights (and upon reflection, you’re not sure if a secretary and boss are really meant to act like that).

“I owe you. This entire branch does.”

He smiles earnestly, honesty glowing through his pearly whites.

“You deserve the treat.”

He brings the card up between you, separating you. Bringing his gaze down to it, his smile takes a little bit more effort to maintain.

“And I’m sure there’s no better way to spend it than with your partner.”

“Huh?” You straighten at his assumption, card forgotten as you internally flail. “Actually, I- uh, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“Oh?”

A singular word that ends with an upwards lilt. He looks at you curiously, eyes alight like whenever he’s scheming a new business venture - glee with a sprinkle of mischief - and you feel your stomach drop to the ground. Why on earth did you feel compelled to give such information to your boss?

Card still in hand, he tilts it invitingly in your direction.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone who is plenty happy to spend a private dinner with you.”

You bite the bottom of your lip as you reach up to grab the card between you. Fingers brush against his as you secure your grip but you don’t flinch nor do you pull away. And neither does he. Every moment is bringing you closer to him (or is he bringing himself closer to you?), pushing the boundaries of a purely contractual relationship. But that was your direct superior, the coy and unexpected tease who always says something a little off. Does something a little more than necessary for a “boss who cares”, who seems to take joy in putting you in situations more akin to a teen rom-com than an actual corporate job.

Situations such as now, where you swear he’s egging you on. Your years in the company have kept you on your feet, giving you wisdom and experience to decipher what other colleagues are thinking. And yet with the apparent answer that your boss wants to join you for dinner, such a notion is pummeled down into your doubts by corporate convention.

But then again, your boss wasn’t a conventional one.

You take a deep breath.

“Sir-”

“Kyle.”

First name basis. Your heart races as he offers a teasing tut of the lips.

“If you’re going to ask me, you’re not going to ask me as your boss.”

He says his own title with disdain and in any other scenario you’d laugh. But now you only feel your face heating up at how entertained he seems. He knows what you’re going to ask, but you still can’t manage to get the words out.

“Kyle.”

“Hmm?”

A little satisfied hum and you’re swooning at the sound. You really need to get a hold of yourself. You try to focus on the card but as you trace over every detail of it, the fancy calligraphy, your mind is wondering yet again. A dinner for two, potentially with your boss. Your boss who you’ve been admiring for far too long and is currently standing far too close. Even your addled mind is aware of the warmth gently emanating from his presence, how his steady breaths are all you can hear in the silence save for your racing heart-

“Do I make you nervous?”

You stare at him incredulously and he laughs and damn that’s probably the most beautiful thing you’ve heard in your entire life. Still, your boss - no, Kyle - is a little merciful at your struggle, the arm that was always so close to you now makes the short travel to hold onto your front. His hold is light, uncertain as he reads for any possible signs of discomfort from you and that consideration alone bolsters your confidence.

“Would you join me for dinner?”

He pulls a face.

“A secretary asking something from their boss? How bold-”

You groan in frustration at his antics and try to pull away but Kyle is far quicker (and probably stronger with how his muscles are clearly defined through his dress shirt). His hand quickly finds purchase on your wrist, just firm enough for resistance but loose enough for you to leave if you really wanted to. But you don’t, instead letting the momentum of your wrist in his spin you back round to face him. When you stand still he lets out a satisfied hum and his hand slips off your wrist to then interlace his fingers with yours and all you can think about is how perfectly your hands slot together. Your digits instinctively curl around his and he smiles.

“Of course, love. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Check out the Entire Gazfest Here!!

[erikahenningsen]

since i love your interpretation of cady and regina and them together; what do you think they like (most) about each other, other than finding each other hot?

What else is there

What Regina likes about Cady:

Cady can cool Regina down. I wouldn't necessarily say Cady is great dealing with conflict but she's a lot better at keeping a level head than Regina and is 97% of the reason why Regina has never been arrested. Cady is like maybe we shouldn't ram into that driver that flipped you off and Regina is like you know what you're probably right.

Cady always tries to see the best in Regina. Her first thought is never that Regina was intentionally trying to hurt her—and Regina wouldn't do that—even though that's something that Regina is still working on with her therapist herself.

This might fall into the category of being hot but Cady being confident/authoritative in any way really gets to Regina like she is in the audience at Cady's math competitions SWEATING (in the context of GSU TA Cady really gets Regina going)

Cady is so thoughtful and she actually pays attention to what Regina says and her likes/dislikes. She's the queen of "thinking of you :)" texts and getting little gifts just because, like a book Regina had mentioned wanting to read or her favorite tea when she's running low.

Cady is very tactile and loves physical affection which is something that Regina never considered herself to enjoy or need all that much but she really loves it when Cady holds her hand while she's driving or strokes her hair when they're watching a movie (and if they're been drinking there have been a couple incidents where their friends have had to evacuate a room because they've gotten a little carried away with the PDA)

What Cady likes about Regina:

Opinionated. Sometimes it's annoying but Regina can always be counted on to have an answer to the question "where do you want to eat?" (Cady is paralyzed by indecision and a deep-seated and implicit need to please.) Cady could listed to Regina rant about any given topic for hours even if she has no idea what she's talking about.

Regina will defend Cady to the death. Cady is always confident that Regina unequivocally has her back, even if the way she does it could be construed as illegal. Regina: let's do it baby I know the law

Regina never makes Cady feel stupid for not knowing something or missing something.

This isn't healthy and sometimes borders on toxic and sometimes literally makes them break up but Regina gets jealous so easily and it makes Cady feel wanted and hot and honestly it's like crack to her

Regina loves to take care of Cady. Sometimes it can be a little contentious where Cady feels guilty accepting expensive/extravagant gifts from Regina but she later understands that it genuinely makes Regina happy for Cady to accept them. She also always offers to do little things for Cady, like driving her places or letting her borrow clothes/makeup.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Chapter 13 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - you and Spencer push each other away and find comfort in other people.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - Spencer and reader with different people, drinking, flirting, smoking, making out, penetrative sex, protected sex, mention of oral (m receiving), swearing, drunk Spencer.

WC - 4.8k

Chapter 13 - Different Songs

The self proclaimed, “world famous” Wooden Nickel, at two hundred and twenty two Elk Avenue, was sandwiched between Mountain Spirits Liquor Store and the Princess Wine Bar. It had a pink wooden facade with green detailing around the doors and windows and was conveniently located just a short walk from your cabin. 

The inside was all dark leather and even darker wood, its colour scheme oddly similar to Spencer’s apartment. It had an old fireplace with a wrap-around bench for snuggling up and getting warm, dim lighting and deer and elk heads mounted on the walls. 

They had a small and expensive menu on offer but you couldn’t deny the smell of the food cooking that wafted from the kitchen was out of this world. You were taking it all in, eyes bouncing around the room as Spencer seemed to hurriedly lead you with a hand on your lower back to a booth over the back of the room. 

It only took a brief glance at the bar for you to quickly spot the bright red head of hair to know why. You rolled your eyes and he continued motioning you along. 

“You knew she worked here.” You grumbled as you took a seat at the booth. 

“Who?” Spencer shook his head and if you didn’t know any better you would think he was being genuine. 

“Fire engine Mary. There are a ton of bars in this town but when I suggested going out, you insisted you’d heard this one was the best.” You narrowed your eyes on him. “I can leave if you’d like to be alone with her.” 

Spencer wished his dick didn’t twitch when you suggested that but he ignored it, still on his feet. 

“What are you drinking?” He asked, already seemingly halfway to the bar. 

“Cool it, Casanova,” you scoffed, getting to your feet. “I’ll get the drinks.”

“But I…” he started as you pushed him into the seat while rolling your eyes. 

“Scotch, hubby?” You didn’t wait for him to reply before you were turning away and heading towards the bar. 

You purposefully headed straight towards a gap in the section of the bar that Mary was tending, wanting her to know you were here and hopefully seeing you as a threat. You unzipped your jacket as you made your way over, puffing out your chest and making sure the gold band on your finger was on display. 

She smiled at you as you approached but it wasn’t a particularly friendly gesture. 

“Oh hi,” she spoke as you reached the bar. “Daisy was it?” 

“Rose.” You corrected her with a roll of your eyes. 

“Same difference.” She shrugged. “What can I get you?” 

“I’ll have a large glass of Merlot and a double scotch on the rocks for my husband.” You made sure to emphasise the last word. 

“Hmm guess he does have good taste in some things.” Mary clucked, turning her back on you to fix your drinks. 

You slammed your hands on the bar top, ready to leap over the counter and slap this silly bitch around the face but before you could make another move, a hand was on your shoulder. 

Assuming it would be Spencer, you turned with a heavy frown which quickly faded when you found yourself staring into the eyes of someone who was most certainly not your fake husband. 

The man in question was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. His brown eyes were so soft but so alluring as they regarded you, his smile reaching right up to them. He had jet black hair which was swept back off his face and a thick beard which matched in colour. His smile just about lit up the whole damn room. 

“Don’t mind Mary.” He spoke, a hint of amusement in his voice. “She’s feisty.” 

“I’m feistier.” You countered making the stranger chuckle. 

“I’ll bet.” He continued to laugh and it was so deep you felt it vibrate your soul. “I’m Jesse. Jesse McGill.” 

“McGill?” You shook his hand which he offered to you. “As in the diner?”

“My pop’s place. I work there during the off season. In the winter I’m a snowboard instructor.” 

The look he was giving you made you a little weak at the knees and for a moment you forgot all about Spencer and Mary and anything that didn’t directly pertain to Jesse in front of you. 

“You must be pretty athletic then.” Your eyes wandered of their own accord, taking in his tight black tee which hugged strong, tattooed biceps. They continued down to his equally tight jeans and you couldn’t help but wonder how amazing his ass might look in them. 

“I guess.” He chuckled again and you might actually collapse if he kept doing that. “What’s your name?”

“Rose. Burnett.” You nodded, trying to focus your brain on simple conversation and not get caught up imagining what this stranger might be like in bed. 

“Beautiful. It suits you.” He smiled so brightly at you, you felt your brain melting inside your head. 

You opened your mouth to reply but before you could, the sound of glasses slamming down on the counter top startled you. 

“Careful, Jesse,” Mary’s smug voice entered your ears. “She’s married.” 

You turned to her and shot her a look that was angrier than it should have been and she simply smiled at you. 

“I’ll open you a tab, hon. It’ll be under Daisy.” Mary looked pleased with herself as she turned and walked away. 

You took a calming breath before you turned back to Jesse who looked a little downtrodden. 

“It’s my fault, I didn’t notice the ring.” He smiled a little sadly. 

“Yeah.” You rolled your lip between your teeth, wishing you could tell him it wasn’t a real marriage but of course that would be dangerous. “It was really nice to meet you.” 

“You too.” He nodded at you. “And seriously, don’t pay any attention to Mary, she’s all bark and no bite.” 

“I’ll bear that in mind.” You picked up your drinks and took one more glance at Jesse before you forced yourself to walk away. 

You physically had to drag yourself back over to Spencer and dropped into the booth with a small huff, pushing his drink across the table towards him.

“I was about to send out a search party. Where the hell did you go?” He shook his head at you. 

“Your girlfriend was giving me hassle.” You sighed, sipping your wine. 

“Jealous?” Spencer cocked his eyebrow at you in amusement. 

“Of her? Please.” You scoffed. 

Your eyes wandered back towards the bar and landed on the side of Jesse’s face as he talked to another man. From the side you could really appreciate his bone structure, he clearly had a strong jawline hidden under that beard. Your mind quickly wandered right down a gutter and you couldn’t help but picture what that beard would feel like between your legs. 

You clenched your thighs together under the table and felt your cheeks flushing a little. Spencer frowned watching your cheeks pink up and followed your gaze over to the bar. 

He rolled his eyes, downing at least half of the scotch in one as he saw what you were staring at. He felt anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach, a protectiveness washing over him. 

“Does he know you’re married?” He spat, causing your eyes to snap back to him. 

“Not really married.” You rolled your eyes. “But yes, your scarlet harlot ratted me out.”

“Good.” Spencer scoffed, sitting back in the booth. “You better stay away from him.”

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me.” He pulled a face. 

“So it’s ok for you to flirt with the young bimbo but I can’t talk to a handsome, age appropriate man?” You glared at him.

He sat forward in his chair again, his facial expression softening slightly. But then he slammed his palms against the table, causing you to jump a little at the sound. You could tell instantly that the light switch had flipped once more and gone was the sweet, awkward Spencer you cared about. 

“You belong to me.” He spoke calmly. “I’ve already told you that, princess. You are mine.” 

“But you don’t belong to me?” 

“Correct.” He smirked, sipping from his glass again.

“That doesn’t work for me.” You shook your head. 

“Too bad, sweetheart.” 

You clenched your jaw, looking up at Jesse again as he was slipping a thick winter coat on and heading to the door. You downed your wine in one and dropped the glass back to the table. 

“Spencer, with all due respect,” you stood up, grabbing your coat and purse. “Go to hell.” 

“Y/N,” he spoke in a warning tone, trying to grab your arm as you passed. “Y/N…Rose! Come back here!” 

You didn’t turn back around, just continued towards the door hoping you’d annoyed him as much as you’d wanted to. 

Spencer picked up his glass and slammed it back on the table in his frustration, swearing under his breath. He lifted the glass a second time and finished the contents and as he was about to follow you, someone was sliding into the booth next to him and blocking his exit. 

Mary was giving him the most sultry smile, her eyes dripping with lust as she leant in close to him. Her long nail grazed along his cheek, down his neck and dipped just slightly beneath the collar of his purple button down. 

“Finally, I never thought she’d leave.” She breathed, pushing her chest out toward him. 

Her featherlight touch on the sensitive skin just beneath his collarbone combined the delicious look she was giving him banished all thoughts of you from his mind. And when he leant even closer and put his large hand on her thigh, he wasn’t thinking of you at all. 

“Me either.” He smirked at her dangerously, moving in even closer still and ghosting his lips over the shell of her ear. “You wanna get out of here, princess?” 

***

Shoving open the door of the Wooden Nickel and stepping out into the cold, you were kept warm by a blanket of anger towards Spencer. 

He thought he owned you, how dare he? You wanted to prove him wrong more than anything else in the world. 

The sound of a lighter flickering caught your attention and you turned to your left to find Jesse leaning up against the side of the bar, a cigarette cradled between his lips. He smiled at you around it. 

“Following me?” His eyebrow cocked in amusement. 

“What if I said I was?” You sidled over to him.

Feeling brazen you reached and took the cigarette from his lips before taking a puff on it. You weren’t strictly a smoker, but you’d had one or two on occasion, usually when you drank a lot. He watched the way your lips wrapped around the butt and you inhaled the smoke before delicately exhaling it and handing him back the cigarette. 

“What would your husband think of that, Rose?” He licked his bottom lip. 

“My husband is a drunk. A bully. And I’m fairly certain he will have his hands too full with a certain slutty redhead to even notice I’m not there.” You shrugged, trying not to sound too bitter. 

“You like cocktails, Rose?” He pushed himself away from the wall. 

“Sure.” You nodded at him. 

“Come with me.” He placed his hand on your back and started leading you away from the Wooden Nickel, in the direction of 3rd Street. 

He kept his hand on your back, using his other to drag on the cigarette as the two of you walked. When Spencer led you in this way you felt controlled, but when Jesse did it you felt safe. 

You let him lead you across the street and up the road to an old wooden building that used to be an old miners cabin. It had a crude, handwritten sign over the door claiming it as The Dogwood. Inside was small and cosy, but nonetheless bustling. Jesse motioned you towards the bar where several people greeted him with smiles and waves.

“Mini Gill, good to see ya, boy.” The ageing, bearded man behind the bar leant across the counter and shook Jesse's hand. 

“Good to see you too, Mac.” He smiled amiably but the old man, Mac, was already looking at you. 

“And who is your friend?” He asked Jesse but he was eyeing you up and down. 

“This is Rose, she’s…on vacation? Or are you planning on staying?” He asked you with a small frown. 

“Undecided.” You offered him a smile, quickly and subtly sliding off the gold wedding band and slotting it into your pocket before you held your hand out to shake Mac’s. “Nice to meet you.” 

“She’s cute.” Mac wiggled his eyebrows at Jesse. 

“She is.” Jesse agreed with a shy smile. “Can we get some drinks and not scare the pretty lady away?” 

You felt your cheeks burning and you looked away, finding a menu and focusing on that instead. But no sooner had you picked it up, you found it being plucked from your hand.

“You like vodka?” Mac grinned at you. 

“Sure.” You nodded.

“I have the perfect drink for you. I call it the Rosebud.” He beamed brightly. 

“Sounds great.” You smiled back. 

“Sure you want a rosebud too, dontcha Mini Gill?” Mac winked at Jesse, causing the younger man to turn about fifty shades of red. 

“Jesus Christ, Mac.” He muttered under his breath. “I’ll just have a beer.” 

“IPA or stout?”

“Surprise me.” Jesse sighed. 

Mac chuckled to himself as he went about his business making the drinks. You were smiling in amusement at Jesse.

“Not everyone in this town is like this, I swear.” He sidled up to you. “I apologise if he made you feel uncomfortable.”

“Who’s uncomfortable?” You giggled. “So, Mini Gill? Adorable, truly.” 

“Mac and my pops have known each other since before I was born. Apparently when my ma was pregnant with me, that’s what he called me. Almost forty years later and I’m still Mini Gill.” He laughed with a shrug of his shoulders. 

“How did that make it even more adorable?” 

“Stop it.” He waved a hand. “You keep saying nice things to me and I’m going to do something very stupid.” 

Your stomach tightened when his hand came to your face and cupped your cheek in the most delicate way you’d ever been touched before. His fingers brushed your hair behind your ear and you had to swallow thickly. 

“Define stupid.” You croaked, feeling a little dizzy.

“How ‘bout I show you?” He leant closer and you nodded frantically. 

When he gently pressed his lips against yours you were instantly smitten, letting him cautiously part your lips and slide his tongue inside your mouth. Your knees buckled at the tender way in which he kissed you, and you reached out to grip his firm bicep to keep you on your feet. 

His wiry beard was a little scratchy but it felt wonderful. His hold on your face was so light, as if you were the most fragile creature in the world. You hummed against his lips, never wanting this moment to end. 

But soon enough someone was clearing their throat and the two of you sprung apart, your cheeks burning with embarrassment at the way Mac was looking between the two of you in subtle glee. 

“I knew you wanted a rosebud, Mini Gill.” Mac winked at Jesse again, sliding your drinks across the bar before strolling away. 

When Jesse looked back at you, you were laughing and you quickly gripped him by the lapels of his jacket and tugged him in close for another kiss. 

***

Out the back of the Wooden Nickel, Spencer had Mary bent over a dumpster, her skirt pulled up to her hips while his slacks and underwear were tugged down to his thighs. 

She’d been prepared for this judging by the tiniest little lace thong she was wearing and the condom she’d handed him from her jacket pocket. He had one hand down the front of her shirt, teasing her nipple between his fingers and the other flush on the dumpster to steady himself.

She spread her legs for him, pushing her ass back against his dick which found its way between her legs and plunged inside of her. 

Foreplay hadn’t lasted very long. She’d dropped to her knees and sucked him off when she’d first gotten him out here but if he were perfectly honest, she wasn’t all that good at it, not like you were anyway. He fingered her in return, mostly to get her ready for his large member. 

She practically howled as he entered her, clearly not used to taking cocks as big as his. He felt her pulsing and stretching around him but not in the way you did when he fucked you. 

It was good. It was enjoyable. It wasn’t as though he wouldn’t be able to finish; it just might take longer than usual. But that wasn’t entirely Mary’s fault, the condom certainly didn’t help. And Mary couldn’t help that she wasn’t you. 

He continued his thrusts, gripping the back of Mary’s fire engine red hair and balling up on his fist, tugging on it like a leash. He closed his eyes and just focused on the way it felt, filtered everything else out. 

It was good. It was enjoyable. But fuck, it wasn’t you. 

He came eventually, whether Mary did or not was another thing entirely. He pulled out and stripped off the condom, tossing it in the dumpster while she turned around and repositioned her panties and smoothed down her skirt. He tucked himself away and did up his pants. 

Even in the dimly lit side alley, he could see a small blush creeping to her cheeks and he had to refrain from rolling his eyes. 

I knew it. You’re all talk, all false bravado. And now I’ve actually slept with you and you’re vulnerable the insecurities are going to come any second…

“Was that…did you uh, enjoy that?” She seemed to flinch at her own words and Spencer felt bad for her. 

Despite wanting to scoff and simply turn and leave her here he fought against it, he had no idea how long he’d be in this town and he could use with someone on his side. Especially when you weren’t. 

“It was great, sweetheart.” He gently stroked her messy hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear. “But I am married. So we need to keep this quiet ok?” 

“Of course.” She nodded, looking much like a frightened deer. It was such a stark contrast to her flirtatiousness earlier. 

“Thank you.” He leant in and placed a chaste kiss on her lips before letting his hand fall to his side. “I’m gonna go ok? You should be working right?” 

“Shit, yeah.” She suddenly snapped out of her post-sex daze. “I’ll see you, yeah?”

“Sure.” He nodded, watching as she quickly hurried back down the alley. 

Spencer exhaled, shaking his head a little at his own stupidity. Not only had he probably led that poor girl on but he’d betrayed you. Was it cheating? The two of you had never defined what you were beyond partners in crime, but it felt like he’d been disloyal. 

Sleeping with Mary was supposed to be fun, but he hadn’t stopped thinking about you and how she wasn’t you. How her body wasn’t yours, how it didn’t respond to him the way yours did. How it didn’t feel anywhere near as amazing to be with her as it did with you.

He could deny it all he wanted, skirt around the issue but he was just as bound to you as you were to him. He let you in and you were there to stay. He was in love with you, it was as simple as that. 

God he was a fucking moron. 

He dragged himself out of the alley, needing a drink or more accurately, several. He found another bar down the street, not much wanting to show his face in the Wooden Nickel again right now. He ambled into The Secret Stash keeping his head down and ordered four shots in quick succession. 

But that was only the beginning. 

***

Jesse insisted on walking you back to the cabin and the tension that surrounded you was palpable. He was sweet, and a very good kisser. You didn’t have to worry about his mood shifting like Spencer. He was the kind of guy you thought Spencer was. 

For less than twenty four hours Spencer had shown you bliss, found this perfect little place for you to live and lulled you into believing things were going to be ok between you. But all it had taken was one pretty, young thing walking his way and you became old news. And you certainly weren’t going to wait around for him forever. 

Jesse walked you up the little cobbled path and the two of you came to a stop just by the steps leading to the porch. 

“So,” he smiled a little wistfully. “As amazing as tonight has been I can’t help but keep remembering that you’re married.” 

“Yeah.” You nodded, swallowing thickly. “It’s not…it’s really complicated. I guess you could say it’s a convience thing? He’s more my friend than a husband, if that makes any semblance of sense.”

“Not really.” He chuckled lightly. “You’re trying to say it’s not a real marriage?”

“I guess. It’s…we’re not together like a couple? Kissing you wasn’t exactly cheating, and I’m fairly certain he was doing a lot more than just kissing someone else tonight so, yeah.” 

“I really don’t understand.” He laughed again, stepping closer to you and cupping your cheek in his hand. “But is he going to kick my ass if I kiss you again?”

“I’d like to see him try. You saw how weedy he is right?” You smirked, edging closer to him. “But in seriousness, he would have no right to kick your ass even if he could.” 

“I don’t want to step on any toes.” He leaned even closer, his breath fanning across your face. 

“No one’s having their toes stepped on, trust me.” You encouraged him and it seemed to be all he needed to hear as he closed the small space between you and kissed you again. 

You melted into him, the same way you had every time he’d kissed you tonight. You’d felt like a giddy teenager, making out with a hot guy until your lips were swollen and puffy. With all the time you’d spent with your lips on each other tonight you’d barely had anything to drink. 

The same could not be said about your husband. 

It just turned midnight as you were succumbing to Jesse and the kiss, when you heard shuffling nearby and you reluctantly pulled away from him and glanced down the path. 

Spencer was stumbling on his feet, barely able to take a step without nearly falling down. His eyes were clearly glazed over as he stared angrily at the two of you and attempted to make his way up to the cabin. 

You held your breath as he ambled towards you, wondering what the hell you’d gotten yourself into. Spencer was surely going to blow his lid, maybe he would try to kick Jesse’s ass, although you had no doubts that Jesse was stronger and had the added advantage of not being wasted. 

He reached you, looking between the two of you for a moment or two before he huffed out a breath. 

“Leave.” He spat at Jesse as he pushed between the two of you and struggled up the few steps to the porch. 

“Spen…” you quickly stopped yourself before correcting what you were going to say. “Andrew, how much have you had to drink?” 

He spun on his heels, almost falling right back down the stairs but managing to grab the wall to steady himself. 

“I said leave.” He repeated looking at Jesse, clearly ignoring you. “Unless you plan to fuck my wife on my doorstep. Leave now.” 

He turned again and fumbled in locating his keys while you and Jesse watched on like misbehaved children. He finally got them out of his pocket and shoved the key in the door, getting it open and forcing his way inside. 

You rolled your lip between your teeth and offered Jesse a slightly melancholy smile. 

“I should make sure he doesn’t hurt himself or break something.” You took a step backwards. “Can I see you tomorrow?” 

“I’m really not looking to get into the middle of something complicated.” He shrugged. “I like you, Rose, but I’ve had my share of complicated when it comes to women and I don’t really think I can put myself in that sort of situation again.” 

“Jesse, let me…” you trailed off when you heard a crash from inside the house. You glanced towards the open door and sighed before looking back at Jesse. “Just meet me for lunch tomorrow and we can talk, ok?” 

He sighed but nodded his head all the same. 

“As long as it’s not at my dad’s place.” 

“Anywhere.” Another crash startled you and you rolled your eyes. “But right now I really gotta go.” 

“I’ll swing by and pick you up around lunch time.” 

You dared to lean in and place a chaste kiss on his cheek before stepping away again. He smiled sadly at you before he turned and started down the path. 

You turned back to the house just another crash sounded out. You exhaled heavily, already knowing you were walking into a war zone and it was possible only one of you would make it out of this alive. Quite literally. You forced yourself to move, slowly up the front steps as you braced yourself for what was to come. 

It was funny how quickly things could change. Just as you and Spencer seemed to be on the same page, he’d jumped ahead again. You’d been humming the same tune for a brief moment in time and then suddenly you’d been singing completely different songs all together. Maybe he’d teach you the lyrics, but you had a feeling you were on your own on this one. 

The melody was just a little too fast for you to keep up, and maybe that had been the point. Maybe he didn’t want you to keep up so he could sing along with someone else instead. 

Fresh out the box, shiny and new,

Played it so much 'til it went out of tune,

I tighten the peg 'til the tension erupts,

Didn't think that I could give up.

The record I spun when I was young,

Spoke to my heart and fit just like a glove.

But now that it's played out, the needle is worn,

Didn't think that I could give up.

What changed? What changed?

It's more than just our age,

Or how the music tastes, so I'm asking,

"What changed? What changed?"

'Cause now we're singing different songs,

Forgetting how to sing along together.

When every note comes out so wrong,

It keeps on getting harder to remember,

The melodies or what the lyrics mean,

'Cause now we're singing different songs.

Forgetting how to sing along together.

We once called it love, devolved into lust,

Jealousy speaks out to silence the trust.

We temper our words 'cause we're scared of the truth,

Humming tunes that we can't get through.

When I hear your voice, I hear someone else,

The stress on my heart's getting bad for my health.

So should we admit that we've both had enough?

Didn't think that we could give up.

So what changed? What changed?

It's more than just our age,

Or how the music tastes, so I'm asking?

"What changed? What changed?"

'Cause now we're singing different songs,

Forgetting how to sing along together.

When every note comes out so wrong,

It keeps on getting harder to remember,

The melodies, or what the lyrics mean,

'Cause now we're singing different songs.

Forgetting how to sing along together.

Oh-whoa-oh-oh (oh-whoa-oh-oh).

Oh-whoa-oh-oh (oh-whoa-oh-oh).

Oh-whoa-oh-oh (oh-whoa-oh-oh).

Can't sing along together,

Face to face, so far apart.

We're worlds away from what we were before, before, before.

We started singing different songs (singing different songs),

Forgetting how to sing along together.

When every note comes out so wrong (comes out so wrong),

It keeps on getting harder to remember (hey, hey, remember),

The melodies or what the lyrics mean (lyrics mean),

'Cause now we're singing different songs.

Forgetting how to sing along together.

Oh-whoa-oh-oh (oh-whoa-oh-oh).

Oh-whoa-oh-oh (oh-whoa-oh-oh).

Oh-whoa-oh-oh (oh-whoa-oh-oh),

Can't sing along together.

@bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world @daddy-dotcom

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In Depth: The Path to F1

Hello, this post is a response to an ask that wanted to know more details about the path from karting, to feeder series, to F1, and why certain drivers are chosen for F1 over others. Enjoy!

So, as we all know all drivers (in every motorsport, even biking) start out in karts. I have always seen go-karts as mini-F1 cars, but mostly they are there too develop the base skills needed for racing. Reaction time, how to follow the racing line, basic racing rules, etc. All of these things are learned in karting. Karting is also there to be a filtration system into the feeder series teams.

For a future F1 driver it usually goes like this. They start out casually karting at age four to five. If their families can afford it or they find a local sponsor, they move on to professional karting, usually by age ten. During this time they compete in a variety of local and national series. Just like the feeder series, if they show promise they move up the series chain in karting. So for example, a karter might start out in their towns local karting, then move on to regional, then move on to national, and then take part in something like the FIA Karting European Championship. The higher up series are more expensive, so it becomes imperative to a karter who wants to rise through to top series to have money.

Around the early teens, karters start to transition into feeder series, usually low level ones like F4. They are really only able to get into the feeder series by having serious financial backing and attracting the attention of feeder teams. So even if a driver has the talent to move on, if they cannot afford it or a seat is not offered to them, they are out. Like karting, there are different levels of series in single-seaters, each one progressively more expensive and more difficult to get into. Drivers who get into feeder series usually are the best of the world's karters, so skill is paramount. There have been many cases of paid drivers in these seats, but even if a driver has to buy their way in they usually still have the skill to compete (at least in a low level way).

Most new single-seat drivers start out in series like Formula Renault or F4. These are the lowest level single-seater categories, and are intended for the most junior drivers. If they show skill, have sponsorships, and test well in the next car, they move up to F3. Same thing in getting to F2. Some drivers jump around a lot, skipping series, or even dropping back into a lower series. I wish I could give you every reason why things like this happen, but it's always different. For example, Max Verstappen jumped from F3 right to F1 due to how well he tested in an F1 car, and his general skill throughout his career. Getting into F1 requires the same things as jumping to a higher series normally does, but it is a little more complex than that. This has led to some rather head-scratching promotions. So why are these decisions made?

1. Testing Performance

When it comes to getting an F1 seat, past titles matter but not nearly as much as they used to. They of course take it into consideration, but there have been many F2 champions who never drove for F1, and many drivers who placed low in F2 that have. One of the biggest is how well the driver tests in an F1 car. On paper, all the single-seater cars look very similar. Same shape, same basic internal structure, and they all drive quite fast. But there are major differences between them relative to speed, power, weight, aerodynamics, and overall tech. For example, the speed slowly increases as you move up in these series. Another example is that F4 cars are very technologically simple, but F1 cars are like driving computers. This means that some drivers may excel with one type of car, but do incredibly poorly with another. Zhou Guanyu, for example, did super well with F3 cars but not particularly well with F2 cars. So sometimes an F2 or F3 champion will get into a F1 car and just not be able to handle it. In the same vein, a lower ranked F2 driver might test and find themselves much more comfortable in an F1 car, which would draw the attention of F1 teams. Behind the scenes things like that matter massively.

2. Money

Another more negative aspect behind who gets chosen and who does not is money and sponsorships. If a team sees a young driver with a valuable sponsor who will bring revenue, they tend to pay them a little more attention, regardless of their standings. On the flip side, if a team sees a F2 champion who has no big sponsors and might not be able to pay, there is a smaller chance they will sign them. Baseline is that you need money to compete and if you don't have it, too bad. Remember, money is everything in F1. If you look at a decision and cannot seem to find any other logical explanation, default to money.

3. Team Affiliation

A huge factor is also team affiliation. I have mentioned in past posts things like the Mclaren Young Drivers Program, or the Red Bull Junior Program, or the Ferrari Driver Academy. But what are they? Well, simply, teams will take notice of young drivers (karters or early feeder series drivers) and invest in them in exchange for a contractual relationship. So the teams help pay their way, trains them, help negotiate in lower series, helps network, etc. The goal of the team is to help build up a talented driver who will eventually join them in F1, and these drivers are contractually obligated to go with them. So when teams go to pick their next driver, they usually pull from their programs or academies. If an F2 champion has no team program, but the driver who came in 5th does, they have a higher chance of being chosen.

4. Non-Standing Performance

So, like in most things numbers are not everything. Yes, how you finish a race is highly important, but so are other things. If there is a young driver in a really bad car that should always finish last, but they manage to pull it into points, that is something F1 teams notice. This is because it shows that driver has the skill to maximise the performance of a underperforming car. Likewise, if a driver gets third every race, sure its third, but those are incredibly consistent results. Teams don't want a driver who gets 1st twice, but then 10th, then 8th, then 3rd, then 15th, and so on. Even if it isn't the number one spot, having consistent results is something F1 teams know is necessary. The final non-standing skill I will discuss is adaptability. If an F1 team looks at a driver and they have remained in one series for years and keep winning, they might wonder how they will adapt to a different style car after so long. If they look at a driver who has been through multiple series, multiple teams, and multiple style cars and generated positive results every time, even if they aren't wins, that might spark their interest more.

5. Personality

It is a small aspect, but some teams just prefer to work with a specific personality type. Mercedes for example tends to go for the more composed driver, while Red Bull prefers ones with more chutzpah. Ferrari likes the self-sacrificing, passionate type, and Mclaren kind of jumps around, but lean towards the outgoing young drivers. It is all about team dynamics and how well everyone will work with this new driver. Remember, F1 is a team sport, and conflict inside the garage really effects results. They want a smoothly running system, and they are aware of what personalities mesh well. Honestly, if you look close enough you can pick up on each teams type perfectly. It's a little like people picking who they date. They want to go with someone they know they will enjoy. Does it always work out? No, sometimes it fails massively. But they know what usually works for them and what doesn't.

6. Marketability

Finally, another more negative reason, the publics wishes are very important. Teams want someone that fans will get behind, so they may go for a more likable or compelling character over a more basic one. The personality hire of F1 if you will. If there is an F2 driver who is winning but the public doesn't really like, this may make F1 look elsewhere. Instead, they might go for the driver who is performing decently and has a lot of built in fans. Nationality also is a huge factor, as the F1 goal is to have fans in every country. The best way to create this is to have drivers from every country, so a driver may be looked at more closely if there is no other from their country on the grid, or if they match the nationality of the team. People want to root for their own countrymen after all, and F1 teams know this. For example, the French team Alpine has two French drivers right now, and it is widely known that they were chosen for their nationality. This doesn't mean they don't have talent, it just means it as an aspect to the choice.

Alright, that is all from me. Remember, It's quite easy to look in from the outside and say the F2 champion should always get an F1 seat afterward, but factors like this need to be taken into consideration. And the choices that are made are almost never made for one single reason, but rather a combination of everything stated above.

I hope this answered all of your questions,

Cheers,

-B

[jerzwriter]

New Perspective

My entry for @choicesjanuary2024 Day Two: Reflection, Resolutions, Writing a letter to future self, reflecting on aspirations for the year(s) ahead.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (MC) Featuring: Jackie Varma, Bryce Lahela, SIenna Trinh, Elijah Greene Category: Fluff with a dash of angst Rating: Teen Words: 1,200 Summary: It's New Year's Eve, and the friends stop by Tobias & Casey's before heading out for the night. Once they leave, Casey struggles to say goodbye to her old life as she looks forward to the new. A/N: This story takes place on New Year's Eve 2022 (into 2023). roughly a year and a half after the end of Book 3. It's a month and a half after Tobias & Casey were married.

It was only seven thirty on New Year’s Eve, but the festive mood at Casey & Tobias’s townhome would lead most to believe midnight was moments away. Festively dressed friends bedecked in sequins and satin filled the room as their chatter and laughter filled the air. The drinks were flowing, at least for some.

“Lahela, hand that bottle of Azul back to me before I’m forced to break your hand and your surgical career.”

Bryce smirked mischievously as he toyed with the ornate blue and white bottle, pretending to drop it, which almost put Jackie into cardiac arrest.

“What the hell are you doing!” She hollered. “Don’t you dare spill that!”

Sipping a large glass of Moscato with a giggle, Sienna was amused. “Jackie, no need to worry. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of tequila at Donahue’s later.”

“Yeah, but not this tequila! Do you have any idea how much this shit costs?”

“Why do you think she came here at all,” Casey teased. “It’s strictly for the expensive booze. Free expensive booze."

“Damn right!” Jackie confirmed, to the amusement of her hosts. 

Tobias was sprawled out on an oversized chair in a slightly removed corner of the room, his new wife happily seated upon his lap. While the others looked like they could step onto the pages of Vogue, Tobias and Casey were more suited for the holiday edition of Good Housekeeping. While Casey swirled sparkling cider around in her red plastic cup, Tobias lifted his crystal tumbler and motioned Jackie’s way.

“Think you could pass that down here when you’re done?” He asked

“I’ll be done when it's empty,” she replied, playfully kissing the bottle. “I’m sorry, money bags, but you’re sitting over there all happy with the love of your life. I’ll be damned if I let you separate me from mine!”

“I’d let it go,” Elijah laughed. “I think she may go feral if you try to pry that bottle from her hands.”

“That’s OK,” Tobias shrugged. “I'd rather have a beer anyway.”

Casey downed the last of her cider just before he stood up.

“Want a refill, sweetheart?”

Casey frowned and glumly stared into her cup. “More apple juice. Yey!”

“What are you doing with that Solo cup while the rest of us have the fancy crystal, anyway?” Jackie chastised. “You need to up your game, MacTavish...uh, Carrick.”

But Casey just shrugged as she settled back into the fluffy chair. “If I’m drinking juice on New Year’s Eve, I might use a sippy cup.”

She tried to play it off as a joke, but the tone of her voice had Sienna’s brows knitting in concern. Her eyes met Tobias’s, and he offered a half-smile and an affect that let her know he had it under control. Twenty minutes later, he ushered the semi-buzzed friends out the door. They were off to a night of revelry, but the newlyweds had different plans. Stepping in from the foyer, he placed another log on the fire before heading to Casey. He wrapped his arm around her, and she snuggled into his chest, her hand clasping his old Hopkins sweatshirt.

“What’s the matter, princess?” he asked sincerely. “You haven’t been yourself tonight... wanna talk about it.”

“No,” she answered at once, then had an immediate change of heart. “Yes. I mean... no.”

“OK,” Tobias chuckled. Turning to look at her directly, he continued. "Now, I’m not giving you a choice. What’s up, baby?”

“It’s just...” she tossed her hands in exasperation, then sat back with a sigh. “It’s just that it’s New Year’s Eve, and look it me? I’m wearing sweats that I normally wouldn’t answer the door in, you’re in that ratty old sweatshirt, and I’m practically drinking a juice box.”

“Hey!” He said defensively, “You always liked this sweatshirt.”

Grateful for the levity, Casey smiled, and her mood lightened a bit.

“Forgive me. Your big ol’ pregnant wife is hormonal and moody. In other words, it’s a day that ends in -y.”

“Hey, stop talking shit about my wife,” he said, pulling her closer. “I won’t have that from anyone, not even you.”

Lovingly caressing her hair, he started to think of solutions. “Do you want to join them at Donahues?” he asked. “We’re not exactly banished.”

She shook her head no. “It’ll be packed, not exactly conducive for a pregnant chick. The roads are too dangerous tonight, and, besides, last year, there were so many amateur drunks. If I end up puking, I don’t want any competition.”

“OK, but we could pick up the mood around here if you want. I thought we were going to get dressed up. Break out the good china? Then you told me to stay in my sweats.”

“Yeah,” she groaned. “That's because I didn’t fit into the dress I bought.”  Rubbing her swollen belly, she looked up dolefully. “Our baby’s little growth spurt made it clear they wanted mommy to be comfy, not sexy, tonight.”

“Oh, well, the baby better up their game then because mommy is sexy-as-hell. Nothing they can do to change that.”

She gave a little laugh and took his hand in hers. “I’ll be fine. It’s just that life has changed so much. Last year at this time, the two of us were out painting the damn town red, and now...I don’t know.”

“Well, our little one here was a surprise,” he said while playing with the band on her ring finger. “And I’m sure you weren’t planning on being saddled down with me this soon.”

“Stop!” Casey said playfully hitting his arm. “You know I love being your wife. I love you... and I can’t wait for our baby to arrive. It’s just...” her voice trailed, “I feel like no matter what I say, I'm going to sound ungrateful, and I’m not.”

“Casey, our lives have changed a lot in a short period of time. It’s OK to miss what’s gone, but that doesn’t mean you’re unhappy with where you are. I feel that way sometimes, too.”

“You do?” She asked, annoyed.

“Yeah, I’m allowed, too.”

“I suppose, but in fairness, you got to have a lot more debaucherous New Year’s than me, old man! And besides, I’m the human incubator, not you.”

With a beguiling smile, he held her hand tighter, lovingly placing the other atop her bump. “I appreciate you being the human incubator more than you’ll ever know. So much that I’m going to let that old man comment pass, and I’m still going to spoil the shit out of you tonight.”

“You will,” she said with a genuine smile this time.

“Of course. I made your favorite steak burritos, and I even got you cannolis from Bova’s.”

The fireplace crackled, its dim light casing a romantic glow as she reached over and kissed his ear. “I was thinking there are some other ways you could spoil me, too.”

She didn’t have to see his face to know he was grinning. “Now you’re talking my language. But you still have to eat first. Want to rest here while I finish dinner?”

“Sounds good.”

With a quick hug and peck on her forehead, Tobias was off to the kitchen, and Casey had an idea. She went down the hall to the den, pulled out a sheet of paper, and began to write.

When Tobias returned with a tray of food in his hand, to his delight, he found his wife was in a completely different state of mind. He kissed her forehead with a smile.

"You look better, was it the thought of my steak burritos, or...," he wiggled his brow. "Is it thought of my burrito after that did the trick?"

"It's you," she laughed, pulling him close for a kiss. "It's you... and me. Honestly, this New Year's Eve is probably one of the best ones I'll ever have."

With a relieved breath, he kissed her once more, joy on his face when it ended.

"Well, I know it's the best one of mine," he smiled. "Because I have all I need."

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[loki-zen]

and like I've never really gotten into the organisations (at least at the level of idk Facebook groups) that I assume must exist to bring together us non-stereotypical riders, because I've never been one to join groups specifically of/for Women if it can possibly be helped.

(also I was tagging this post and Tumblr suggested "#biker girl" and that's another reason I guess - the language is, uh, not to my taste often. "Biker girl", "Lady riders" it's like. in this context i'm okay being rounded off to a 'woman', i have material interests and relevant traits in common with that category with respect to being more likely to encounter certain attitudes and barriers in terms of assumptions about the physical traits of the "average biker" that do not apply to us.

I personally have a very 'feminine' frame (short, small hands, low centre of gravity, strength concentrated in the lower body) and that's extremely relevant to choice of motorbike, such that it's practically the only purchase where I find it useful for people to tell me that x is very popular with women or my girlfriend likes it and so on.

This can also often be a barrier to the hobby - riding schools tend to get in high-seated, top-heavy street racer style bikes because they're cheap and easy to repair, which put short people with less upper body strength at a huge disadvantage and may in some cases* be simply unsafe for them to ride. If a woman who is new to the hobby doesn't know about this (and she's new; how would she?) and her riding school decides not to admit that her struggling is their fault (because then they might be asked why the fuck they took her money without checking they had anything suitable for her to ride), they send her away feeling like she can't do it and it doesn't feel good to her anyway, and if I had to guess, this is probably a huge reason for both the continued rarity of women bikers and their (apparent) tendency to be people introduced to the hobby via a close personal connection like a father or a boyfriend.

The shape of me means I'm also subject to the relative paucity, expense and stereotypical stylings of clothes for "lady bikers" - I can't just shop in the menswear section as it's very important that protective clothing fit correctly, or else the armour won't rest over what it needs to protect.)

*if the seat height is too high relative to the rider's leg length, they won't be able to find stable purchase on the ground when supporting the bike while stopped or nearly-stopped. That's dangerous, and massively increases the risk of the bike tipping over sideways when stopping or setting off.

Incidentally,

A ) it's frequently possible to have a motorbike seat lowered (within certain limits imposed by the frame) - I'm taking my full test on a bike with the usual street-sporty stylings riding schools go in for, but with a lowered seat.

B ) many styles of motorbike - anything in the cruiser/bobber/tourer styleset, and a lot of classics (for the uninitiated: imagine kinds of motorbike where you don't lean forward while you're riding them) - come as standard with seat heights lower than the lowest most street bikes can be adjusted down to. Everyone rides them like that, whatever their height, so they would work for learners of almost any height.(some very tall people don't prefer them - but, as I understand it, this is more of a comfort thing and less of an inarguable safety problem than the reverse situation) Bobbers/tourers/classics are also easier to keep upright for everyone (when stopped, this is more relevant for those with less upper body strength, but side winds don't discriminate!), and the more upright riding posture allows for better use of the mirrors and a fuller view of the road ahead.

...and yet, riding schools (even the one I use now, which is, relatively speaking, extremely good for women riders!) seem to universally go for the street racer style bikes, rather than (as would have made intuitive sense to me) having a variety on hand to accommodate different bodies and preferences.

I have to assume the reason is economic - certainly the cheapest 125 made by all the major retailers right now seems to be a street racer style bike.

(However - so much of the cost of riding a 125 as a learner is the insurance, and I gather it's a big expense for the schools as well. Given the objective benefits discussed above, it's surprising to me that there's not a big insurance differential that might incentivise the use of more stable bikes that give learners a better view of the road.)

[transienturl]

I feel like when you say you're a car nerd, people assume you're either into sportscars/racecars or, like... I don't know what to call the other category. Classic cars? I dunno. I just know that people go wild over cars that aren't currently made and I haven't ever really looked into the reasons why but I'm sure they make sense once you have the right background.

But anyway, there is also a third option? Because I just found out about the Kia Niro PHEV, and man is that a fascinating car. It's far from perfect, but it really seems to hit a sweet spot of market segments that none of the other manufacturers seem to offer (in the US).

Like, look. Say you don't have kids, you want a car, and you're financially well-off enough to follow the Sam Vimes boots principle. You probably want to have at least 4 seats in your car that are actually, legitimately comfortable for adults, yeah? Kind of limiting not to. But beyond that, unless you have specific needs there's no reason to have a larger, more expensive, or less fuel efficient (and thus more expensive, in the long run) car than that. If you can afford the upfront cost, you want to be able to do 80% of your driving trips on electricity because CO2 bad (so, PHEV or EV), but ideally the upfront cost isn't exorbitant. You want to be able to do long trips without borrowing a different car or something, so the range on long trips should be good (no super-short-range EVs, though these days they're all solid) and if you're doing them on gas you still want to be efficient. In a perfect world, your car drives/accelerates well even though it's fuel efficient, it isn't ugly as sin (though you'll likely have to deal with some "I'm an electric vehicle" styling, rip), and you're not handing money to Elon Musk.

The way I see it, we're either okay with a full electric vehicle and the limitations that come with that (I haven't looked into them lately, but presumably something like a Bolt or Ioniq), or we're not. And if we're not... then basically we just want a Prius Prime but normal-shaped, so you don't hit your head on the ceiling, and somehow without a higher price tag or a significant reduction in efficiency. Oh wait, that exists. Wild. I mean, I expected and would honestly have been fine with fuel economy in the mid-30s since you should be on electricity most of the time anyway, but okay, sure, I will take forty eight miles per gallon, yes please, Kia are you cheating on the EPA tests you have to tell me if you're cheating on the EPA tests.

So, yeah. But anyway I feel like when you say you're a car nerd you mean... not like this. So I'm never sure how to, you know, get that across.

(Aside: if you do have a big family and want to throw a lot of money at a super nice electrified 7-seater without actively throwing money away, the Pacifica PHEV and Mazda CX-90 PHEV seem like really interesting options in the absence of a hypothetical Toyota Sienna Prime/Toyota-Highlander-Prime-that's-not-a-Lexus. Another US market segment with a lot of missing options at the moment. Did you know the base model Sienna is a hybrid now, though? That's neat.)

[duck-postsblog]

I've started trying a story, on a universe I made. So, I was wanting others opinions so please tell me what you think of it.

Chapter one.

Thousands of years ago there were 8 gods. Those 8 gods created everything. The things that standed out the most about those gods were their eyes. One God had red eyes, one with orange, one with yellow, one with green, one with blue, one with Violet, and finally one with full black eyes. The one with black eyes was the most powerful, but everyone was treated equally.

One day they decided to create others on the earth they created. Everyone one of the humans had a different color of eyes that the gods had. The color eye depended on how powerful they are. Weakest to strongest was green, red, orange, blue, yellow, Violet, then black. Black was never seen by anybody's eyes. Green eyes were most common to be treated like slaves for years, but after a while people went against it, but people still judge off eye color.

A trans man started at a new school, a high school. His name was Ash. His eyes were a bright yellow. He wore black cargo pants, a thin orange, and yellow tie dye jacket with a white shirt, and he wore flame glasses. He always had a smile with sharp teeth. He has black hair.

Ash walked into the school, the hallways

packed. "Well, Damn." He said under his breath. There was a group of people that stood out though. Most of them had Violet eyes, but one had green eyes.

The four that had Violet eyes wore stylish clothing, jeans, shirts with different band logos, and whatnot. The one with Green eyes wore black leather pants, and a tie dye shirt that's purple, and red. One had blonde hair, his name was Henry, one with black hair was named Owen, one with black hair as well was named Blake, and one with brown hair was named Ryan, and the one with green eyes was named Garth.

The bell rang for the first period. Everyone quickly walked to their classes. Ash walked to the office, and got his classes written down. He walked to his first class, room "401, Mr. Smith.". Mr. Smith looked at Ash, and gave him a welcoming smile. Mr. Smith had blue eyes. "Go ahead, and take a seat, Ash. We're just reading today" Ash went to his seat. Moments later, it was already Recess.

During recess, Ash decided to explore the school grounds and familiarize himself with his new surroundings. As he ventured outside, he noticed a group of students engaged in a heated argument near the playground. Their voices were raised, and tensions were high.

Curiosity piqued, Ash approached the group cautiously. He could see that they were all from different eye color categories. The three students with Violet eyes appeared to be mocking and ridiculing a person, who had green eyes.

Unable to resist standing up for someone being treated unjustly, Ash walked over to them confidently. "Hey, what's going on here?" he asked, his voice bold and assertive.

The group turned to face him, their attention immediately shifting from the person. The students with Violet eyes wore expressions of superiority, while the green eyed person seemed surprised by Ash's intervention.

"We're just having a little fun, newbie. Mind your own business," one of the Violet-eyed students sneered.

Ash's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms. "Fun at someone else's expense isn't cool," he replied firmly. "Why don't you find something better to do?"

The tension in the air grew thicker, and the exchange escalated. The Violet-eyed students were not accustomed to being challenged, especially by someone with yellow eyes. They had grown used to their perceived superiority, based solely on eye color.

Suddenly, Henry, the student with the blonde hair and Violet eyes, stepped forward. He towered over Ash, trying to intimidate him. "You don't understand how things work here, kid. We determine who's in charge," he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Ash's smile widened, revealing his sharp teeth. "Well..." Henry quickly punched Ash across the playground. Everyone stared at Ash from afar, whispering and laughing a bit. Henry shouted with a cocky tone, "God, you yellow eyes are so stupid!" Henry gave his own remark a small laugh. "You really tried to stand up for someone when you're weak yourself?! I never realized how pathetic people with eyes below Purple are." Henry pulled down his lower eyelid and stuck out his tongue. The others who were behind Henry laughed. Blake looked at Ash and said, "Don't worry, Sweetheart~ we'll go easy on you this school year!" Ash's grin grew bigger as he got up. He quickly appeared behind Henry. Ash whispered, "Shh," as he kicked Henry into the school wall, creating multiple cracks.

Everyone stared in shock, whispering and glaring. Ash walked away from the other purple-eyed people. Henry shouted, "Do you think you can just walk away after that? You're insane! This little fight doesn't end until you're dead." Henry's purple eyes gleamed.

He disappeared from his spot and appeared right in front of Ash, his fist already swinging. Ash quickly moved his head. "You know, you purple eyes really don't watch what you're doing!" As he said that, Ash kneed Henry in the stomach, making him vomit. Ash chuckled as he gave a sadistic smile to Henry. "Wow, what slow reaction time you have! I guess yellow eyes are just better at dodging, huh?" Ash said in a mockingly baby tone. "Well, I guess you females are better at dodging because of how much cum you have to dodge to keep it out of your eyes." Henry said in a low tone, panting. Silence filled the air, with Ash still wearing a grin on his face.

Matthew walked through the school doors, observing the commotion around him. Ash noticed Matthew's presence, diverting his attention towards him. Henry and the other students with Violet eyes also turned their gaze towards Matthew. Henry rolled his eyes and muttered, "God, so many green-eyed fucks!" Matthew simply shrugged off the comment and walked in a different direction, exploring the surroundings of the school. Ash chuckled and remarked, "Imagine someone ignoring you, even after being called a 'green-eyed fuck'! Hahaha!" Henry glared at Ash and retorted, "Shut up!" Matthew couldn't help but let out a small snicker in response.

Meanwhile, Alexander entered the scene. He had blonde hair with purple streaks and was dressed in ripped gray jeans. His plaid-patterned lapel featured a combination of black, light orange, and white, and he sported black, thick steel-toe shoes. What caught everyone's attention, however, was the fact that he had one eye that was purple and another eye that was green. Blake stared at Alexander in surprise and exclaimed, "What the fuck?"

Alexander surveyed the area, contemplating who he should approach today. His eyes eventually landed on Matthew, and under his breath, he said, "Bingo." He walked over to Matthew and got uncomfortably close, saying, "What's up, sweetheart?" He placed his hand on the back of Matthew's head and leaned in toward his face, while his other hand lightly touched Matthew's body under his shirt and then ventured towards his pants, with the tips of his fingers brushing against the fabric.

Matthew's face flushed red with embarrassment, and he immediately pushed Alexander away. "We're in public," he said firmly. Alexander looked at Matthew with a slight expression of disbelief and responded, "I don't care, Cutie~." Matthew rolled his eyes at Alexander's comment, dismissing it.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the break, everyone made their way to their respective classrooms, continuing with their day until school was over.

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Turnkey 4D Ultrasound Startup Packages: Costs, Inclusions & Profit Potential Explained Thinking about diving into the booming world of elective ultrasound businesses? A turnkey 4D ultrasound startup package can feel like a golden ticket—equipment, training, and marketing support all bundled into one neat bow. But what exactly do these packages include, how much do they cost, and—perhaps most importantly—how soon can you expect to turn a profit? In this in‑depth guide, we’ll unpack every layer of a turnkey solution, from imaging systems and regulatory considerations to break‑even timelines and marketing tactics. Whether you’re a first‑time entrepreneur, a sonographer ready to go independent, or a photography studio owner looking to add a new revenue stream, you’ll find the clarity you need right here. Why Turnkey? Understanding the All‑In‑One Advantage The global market for 3D and 4D ultrasound devices is projected to grow from $11.53 billion in 2024 to $14.17 billion in 2025—a staggering 22.8% compound annual growth rate. :contentReference{index=0} That momentum is fueling demand for elective, keepsake ultrasound experiences and making turnkey packages an attractive fast‑track to market. Turnkey solutions typically roll hardware, software, elective ultrasound training, and even interior design support into a single upfront investment. That means you can: - Launch faster—often within 60–90 days. - Leverage proven workflows and marketing collateral. - Reduce costly trial‑and‑error with vendor‑vetted equipment presets. - Tap expert guidance on compliance and safety (e.g., AIUM best‑practice statements). :contentReference{index=1} But turnkey isn’t a one‑size‑fits‑all solution. Ask yourself: Do I need ongoing franchisor support, or do I prefer to own 100% of my profits? We’ll weigh those options later. What’s Typically Included in a Turnkey 4D Ultrasound Package? State‑of‑the‑Art Imaging Systems Expect flagship or near‑flagship consoles such as the GE Voluson E10 or Samsung HERA W10, both capable of breathtaking HD‑Live and 5D imaging. Entry‑level bundles may feature GE E6/E8 or Samsung WS80A Elite models—still excellent for keepsake baby ultrasound studios. Essential Peripherals & Software Most vendors include at least one 3D/4D convex probe, a thermal printer for photo keepsakes, and OB reporting software. Look for automation features that speed up gender‑reveal scans and reduce appointment time. Elective Ultrasound Training & Certification Hands‑on, one‑on‑one instruction is a cornerstone of reputable packages. Ultrasound Trainers, for instance, trains you on your actual machine, at your location—so you’re not relearning settings on launch day. Business & Marketing Toolkit - Custom logo and brand guidelines. - SEO‑ready website or landing pages. - Social media templates (perfect for trending Instagram Reels). - Sample waiver forms and AIUM‑aligned safety protocols. Design & Build‑Out Support Some turnkey providers connect you with interior designers who specialize in calming, family‑friendly scan rooms—think dimmable lights, plush seating, and a 75‑inch viewing screen. The Price Tag: Breaking Down Startup Costs While every vendor structures packages differently, you can use the following ballpark ranges for budgeting: Expense Category Low‑Range High‑Range Imaging System & Probes $40,000 $90,000 Training & Certification $10,000 $15,000 Build‑Out & Furnishings $12,000 $25,000 Marketing Launch Kit $5,000 $15,000 Licensing, Insurance & Legal $3,000 $7,000 Total Package Range $70,000 $143,000 Need flexible financing? Ultrasound Trainers partners with Flourish Commercial Capital to offer 100% financing for start‑ups and equipment upgrades. Revenue Streams & Profitability Projections Pricing Your Services Elective sessions typically range from $100 – $300, depending on scan length, image quality (3D vs. 4D vs. HD‑Live), and add‑ons like heartbeat animals or printed photo books. :contentReference{index=2} Sample Break‑Even Scenario Let’s assume: - Startup package investment: $80,000 - Average ticket: $150 - Weekly scans: 25 (five per day, five days a week) - Variable costs: $15 per scan (gel, prints, merch) Weekly gross revenue: 25 × $150 = $3,750Weekly variable costs: 25 × $15 = $375Weekly contribution margin: $3,375 At that pace, you’d recoup your initial investment in roughly 24 weeks—less than six months. Upsell Opportunities - Gender‑reveal party packages with live streaming. - Heartbeat jewelry and plush animals. - Subscription bundles (e.g., three scans across pregnancy trimesters). Turnkey vs. Franchise vs. DIY: Which Path Fits You? Franchises may promise brand recognition but often come with royalty fees and strict operating rules. Independent turnkey packages (sometimes called “franchise‑lite”) offer similar support without ongoing profit sharing. DIY builds give you total control but require sourcing equipment, crafting SOPs, and shouldering a steeper learning curve. :contentReference{index=3} Marketing Mastery: From SEO to Social Buzz SEO Foundations Target long‑tail keywords like “how to open a 3D ultrasound studio” or “cost of starting an ultrasound business.” Publish authoritative blogs (like this one) that link internally to training pages and externally to industry reports. Instagram Reels & TikTok Short, emotionally charged clips of gender reveals can rack up millions of views. Overlay trending audio, add hashtags such as #KeepsakeUltrasound and #4DUltrasound, and encourage moms‑to‑be to share their reactions. Referral Partnerships Partner with OB‑GYN clinics, doulas, and prenatal yoga studios. Offer them a branded brochure or discount code for their patients. Word‑of‑mouth remains the highest‑converting channel for elective imaging. Due Diligence: Questions to Ask Before You Sign - Is the ultrasound machine refurbished or new? What warranty terms apply? - Does training cover both scanning technique and business operations? - Are AIUM or FDA guidelines addressed for keepsake imaging? :contentReference{index=4} - What ongoing technical support is included, if any? - Can I customize branding, or must I use a parent brand? Case Study: From Photographer to Ultrasound Entrepreneur Sarah, a maternity photographer in Dallas, invested in Ultrasound Trainers’ turnkey package in early 2024. By leveraging her existing client base and adding 4D sessions, she doubled her monthly revenue within four months. Her secret? Bundling bump‑to‑baby photo shoots with discounted scan packages and posting every reveal on Instagram Stories. Frequently Asked Questions Do I need medical credentials to start an elective ultrasound studio? Requirements vary by state. Some jurisdictions mandate a licensed medical director; others classify keepsake imaging as non‑diagnostic and impose fewer regulations. Always consult local health authorities. How long is the typical elective ultrasound session? Most 4D keepsake scans last 15–30 minutes, but plan for 45 minutes per appointment to allow client arrival, waiver signing, and merchandise upsells. Can I add diagnostic scans later? Yes, but you’ll need additional credentials, insurance, and possibly AIUM accreditation. Factor those costs into your growth roadmap. What insurance coverage do I need? General liability, professional liability (malpractice), and equipment coverage are standard. Some insurers offer bundled packages for imaging centers. How do I keep my calendar full in slower months? Run seasonal promotions (e.g., “Holiday Heartbeats” packages), collaborate with local baby boutiques, and host live‑streamed gender‑reveal events. Key Takeaways - The elective ultrasound market is expanding rapidly, creating fertile ground for new studios. - Turnkey packages streamline launch, bundling equipment, ultrasound business training programs, and marketing tools. - Startup costs typically range from $48k to $143k; break‑even can occur in under six months with solid volume. - Marketing success hinges on SEO, social proof, and referral partnerships. - Due diligence is critical—ask about warranties, compliance, and customization before signing. Ready to Turn Heartbeats into Profits? At Ultrasound Trainers, we’ve helped hundreds of entrepreneurs launch thriving 3D/4D studios. From personalized training to turnkey business roadmaps, our team has you covered. Are you excited to open your own 4D ultrasound studio? Tell us what excites (or worries) you in the comments below. If this guide sparked ideas, share it with a fellow entrepreneur—and let’s bring more magical heartbeat moments to expecting families everywhere. https://UltrasoundTrainers.com Read the full article

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Dreaming of a Medical Career Explore MBBS Abroad Opportunities

Pursuing a career in medicine is a dream for many Indian students. Every year, lakhs of students appear for NEET with the hope of getting a seat in a government medical college. However, due to high competition and limited seats, not everyone makes it. This is where MBBS Abroad comes as a golden opportunity.

Let’s explore how MBBS Abroad can be a smart and affordable choice for students who wish to become doctors.

Why Students Choose MBBS Abroad?

Many Indian students are now choosing MBBS Abroad because of these key reasons:

Low Tuition Fees and Affordable Living

In countries like Russia, Kazakhstan, Georgia, Nepal, and Bangladesh, the total cost of MBBS Abroad is much lower than private medical colleges in India. Students can complete their MBBS within ₹20-₹40 lakhs, including hostel and food expenses.

Globally Recognized Medical Universities

Most universities offering MBBS Abroad are approved by the National Medical Commission (NMC) and listed in the World Directory of Medical Schools (WDOMS). This means students are eligible to appear for FMGE, USMLE, PLAB, and other global licensing exams.

No Donation or Capitation Fee

One of the biggest advantages of MBBS Abroad is that you don’t have to pay any donation or hidden charges. The admission process is straightforward and transparent.

Modern Infrastructure and Practical Learning

Universities abroad offer world-class infrastructure, well-equipped laboratories, digital libraries, and advanced hospitals. The focus is on practical learning, helping students gain real clinical exposure from the early years.

Easy Admission Process

Unlike India, you don’t need a high NEET rank for admission. You only need to qualify NEET and have 50% in PCB in 12th. Some countries even allow direct admission without entrance tests.

Popular Countries for MBBS Abroad

Here are some of the top destinations where Indian students go for MBBS Abroad:

Russia

One of the most preferred countries for Indian students. Russian universities offer low fees, English medium courses, and MCI-approved degrees.

Kazakhstan

Kazakhstan is known for its budget-friendly education, modern universities, and Indian food availability.

Georgia

Georgia offers high-quality medical education, a European lifestyle, and a safe environment for Indian students.

Bangladesh

Many students choose Bangladesh for MBBS Abroad due to similar disease patterns, curriculum, and high FMGE passing rate.

Nepal

Nepal is another great option because of the similar culture, language, and NMC-approved colleges.

Course Duration and Medium of Instruction

The duration of MBBS Abroad is generally 5 to 6 years, depending on the country. Most universities offer English medium instruction, so language is not a barrier. In some countries, students are also trained in the local language to help them communicate with patients during clinical practice.

Eligibility Criteria for MBBS Abroad

To study MBBS Abroad, students must fulfill the following criteria:

Must be 17 years old by 31st December of the admission year

Must have completed 12th with Physics, Chemistry, and Biology

Minimum 50% in PCB for General category, 40% for SC/ST/OBC

Must qualify NEET (valid for 3 years for abroad)

Documents Required

Here is a basic list of documents needed to apply for MBBS Abroad:

10th and 12th mark sheets

NEET scorecard

Passport

Birth certificate

Passport-size photographs

Medical fitness certificate

Admission letter from the university

Visa documents

Career Scope After MBBS Abroad

After completing MBBS Abroad, students can:

Appear for FMGE/NExT and practice in India

Do PG in India or abroad (USMLE/PLAB/NMC-PG)

Work in hospitals, clinics, or open their own practice

Go for clinical research or hospital management

With a valid license, an international MBBS degree opens doors to global career options.

How to Choose the Right Country and University?

Choosing the right destination for MBBS Abroad is very important. Keep these things in mind:

NMC recognition and WDOMS listing

English medium curriculum

Experienced faculty and practical exposure

Affiliated hospitals for clinical training

Indian food and safe accommodation

FMGE/NExT preparation support

It’s always a good idea to consult trusted education consultants to avoid fake universities and visa issues.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs):

Q1. Is MBBS Abroad valid in India?

Yes, it is valid. Students must complete MBBS from an NMC-approved university abroad and clear the FMGE or NExT to practice in India.

Q2. Is NEET compulsory for MBBS Abroad?

Yes, NEET qualification is mandatory to get admission and for practicing in India after your degree.

Q3. What is the cost of MBBS Abroad?

It usually ranges from ₹20 to ₹40 lakhs, including tuition fees, hostel, food, and other expenses, depending on the country.

Q4. Can I get a job abroad after MBBS?

Yes, students can appear for local licensing exams like USMLE (USA), PLAB (UK), etc., and apply for jobs or PG in those countries.

Q5. Is the FMGE exam difficult?

With proper preparation, students can clear FMGE. Many universities abroad offer coaching or support for FMGE/NExT.

Final Thoughts

MBBS Abroad is a life-changing opportunity for Indian students who dream of becoming doctors but miss out on a seat in India. It offers affordable fees, global exposure, modern training, and a clear path to success. With proper guidance and smart choices, you can turn your medical dreams into reality.

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MBBS in Abroad for Indian Students

Although wanting to be a doctor is a laudable goal, it can be very difficult to get a spot in a government medical institution in India for MBBS because of the fierce competition and restricted availability. Because of this, hundreds of Indian students choose to study MBBS abroad every year. Numerous international colleges provide top-notch instruction at reasonable prices, making them a popular option for students who want to pursue careers in medicine without having to worry about breaking the bank.

MBBS Abroad: Why Do Indian Students Choose It ?

Only a small percentage of the millions of candidates who take the NEET exam in India each year are accepted into a government medical school. MBBS abroad is a desirable choice due to the restricted number of seats, hefty tuition costs in private schools, and fierce competition.

Indian medical colleges are highly competitive While there are over 20 lakh NEET applicants in India, there are only roughly 90,000 MBBS seats available. Students have few options because it is very difficult to get admitted to a government medical college due to the fierce rivalry.

Expensive private colleges and a shortage of government seats Private medical schools in India charge anywhere from ₹50 lakhs to ₹1 crore for the whole course, whilst government medical colleges offer reasonable rates. Due of the exorbitant costs, many middle-class families are forced to look for more affordable solutions elsewhere.

No Capitation Fees or Donations Foreign universities do not require donations or capitation fees, in contrast to many private medical institutes in India. The cost of an MBBS abroad program is significantly lower because students simply have to pay for living expenses and tuition.

International Experience and Higher Education Students who study abroad are exposed to a variety of medical environments, cutting-edge technologies, and teachers from around the world. This improves their understanding of medicine and provides them with a competitive advantage in international medical practices.

Qualifications for MBBS Abroad

Indian students must fulfill certain qualifying requirements prior to submitting an application to a foreign medical university. The following are the typical prerequisites, but they may differ significantly between nations:

Minimum Level of Education Needed The student must have finished the 12th grade with a core in biology, chemistry, and physics.

It is necessary to receive at least 50% in PCB (or 40% in reserved categories).

Qualification for the NEET Exam According to the Medical Council of India (MCI), Indian students who wish to pursue MBBS overseas must be eligible for NEET.

For admission to an MBBS program overseas, the NEET score is good for three years.

The Minimum Age to Enter At the time of admission, the student must be at least 17 years old.

Language Proficiency Tests (if applicable) Some countries like the USA, UK, and Australia require English proficiency tests like IELTS or TOEFL.

However, many European and Asian countries do not have such requirements, making it easier for students to get admission.

Top Countries for Indian Students Pursuing MBBS Abroad While deciding where to pursue their MBBS degree, Indian students have a number of possibilities. These are a few of the most well-known nations that provide reasonably priced, high-quality education:

Russia home to famous medical schools such as Kazan Federal University and Moscow State Medical University.

Affordable tuition prices, ranging from ₹2.5 to ₹5 lakh per year.

Indian students have a high FMGE pass rate.

Ukraine provides affordable, top-notch medical education.

Vinnitsa National Medical University and Kharkiv National Medical University are well-known universities.

medical programs authorized by MCI.

The Philippines helps pupils pass the USMLE by adhering to the American educational system.

low cost of living and teaching in English.

China over 45 medical schools with MCI approval.

contemporary facilities and cutting-edge medical education.

Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan incredibly low tuition costs (between ₹2 and ₹4 lakh year).

growing appeal among Indian students as a result of the high caliber of instruction.

Degrees from Georgia and Bangladesh are internationally recognized and follow European standards.

A large number of Bangladeshi medical schools use the same curriculum as those in India.

Accreditation and Recognition of Foreign MBBS Degrees

Indian students must confirm that the university and its degree are accepted and accredited by the relevant medical bodies prior to enrolling in any international medical school. Students will find it challenging to practice medicine in India or other nations without legitimate recognition.

Recognition by the National Medical Commission (NMC) and the Medical Council of India (MCI) A list of authorized international medical schools is available from the MCI/NMC. The Foreign Medical Graduate Examination (FMGE) or NEXT in India is only open to students who have graduated from certain universities.

Approval by the World Health Organization (WHO) A university is regarded as internationally acknowledged if it is mentioned in the WHO directory. This guarantees the MBBS degree's applicability to postsecondary education and employment around the globe.

Certifications for ECFMG and FAIMER The directories of the Educational Commission for Foreign Medical Graduates (ECFMG) and the Foundation for Advancement of International Medical Education and Research (FAIMER) contain listings for numerous international universities. Students who intend to practice medicine in the United States or other developed nations must have these qualifications.

FMGE/NEXT Exam Eligibility To obtain a license to practice in India, Indian students who complete their MBBS overseas must pass the FMGE/NEXT exam administered by the NMC.

For Indian students seeking high-quality medical education at a reasonable price, pursuing an MBBS degree overseas is a fantastic choice. Foreign universities are a great substitute for Indian medical colleges because of their contemporary facilities, internationally recognized degrees, and cheaper tuition costs.

To practice in India, students must, however, carefully select an NMC/MCI-approved university and get ready for the FMGE/NEXT exam. Despite obstacles like linguistic and cultural difficulties, studying MBBS overseas is generally a fulfilling and meaningful experience.