#i better not see any slander tonight

[garciapimienta]

put some respect on Jesus Navas name

[httpsserene]

Lando smut driveroom after hia dnf🫠🫠

𝐝𝐧𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

summary: what goes down in their driver’s room with you after a dnf. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. hurt/comfort (in a way). sexual propositions. angry sex (implied). depressed charles. mercedes f1 team slander. sir kink. periods. face-sitting, vaginal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, blowjobs, cunnilingus, shower sex (light or implied). pairing: the grid x fem!reader (1,4,16,44,55,81) genre: drabbles.

from serene: river baby, this one’s for you xxx we all know what inspired this one lmao !!! oh, i will not be doing extended fics for any of these, they are just quick drabbles as a little writing exercise for me! (okay, okay, okay, fine i’ll finish toasty part two i promise it'll be released soon)

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𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐱 #𝟏

You’ve never found Max’s skill for talking endlessly annoying or draining. In fact, you can recall telling him that hearing him eagerly explain about racing or other topics that interest him is attractive, multiple times. However, you’re not sure if you can withstand much more of him rambling through a retelling of every single lap he raced before he had to retire, looking for any possible point where he could’ve done something different to prevent it. 

The two of you are sitting on his small couch, pressed side to side, and you’re offering small nods of agreement and hums of understanding during his pauses between words that echo in the small private room. His helmet was shoved in a random cubby, his balaclava draped on top of it but, he hasn’t made any other progress in taking off his race gear. His gloves are still covering his hands as he fiddles with the straps around his wrists, his race suit and boots still properly secured, the smell of sweat and gasoline–the scent of man alluring to your nose–the heat of his body radiating against your side instigating the warmth that floods your cheeks, and the sound of his lisp curling seductively around his speech prompting less than pure thoughts as your heart flutters and thighs press together.

Max is unaware of the sudden twist in your thoughts as he verbally attempts to calculate just exactly where he could’ve improved his outcome, his voice rumbly with an undertone of displeasure, when you cut him off.

“Let me make it better,” you offer.

The Dutch driver cocks his head at you, his expression confused and humored, “How can you make my DNF better? I do not think you can go back in time and—”

“No, Max,” you interrupt, teeth tugging at your bottom lip gently, “Let me sit on your face.”

Visibly, you see his breath catch and eyes widen. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to formulate a response, tongue flicking out to dampen his lips as he thinks—before his pupils blow large, and he swallows audibly.

“Oh,” Max starts, finally tugging his gloves off and tossing them to the floor, then moving to undo the strap of his race suit, “That would make it better.”

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 #𝟒

He’s pacing the small length of the room angrily, ranting about his retirement loudly enough that you know it’s seeping through the thin walls. You stare at him with a slightly concerned gaze, getting slightly annoyed as his race suit tied low on his hips threatens to smack you in the face every time he turns around. 

You’re well aware that Lando is quick to anger and brood as he freely makes everyone aware of where the blame needs to be placed. But, the dark and unyielding look in his eyes leads you to believe that he’ll be a little too real to the press today and you would hate to have to deal with a simultaneously enraged and ashamed Lando once he realizes what he said. Then, you’ll have to comfort him as he overthinks his words and doom scrolls through Twitter to see what people are saying about him. You would like to sleep tonight, so you can’t have him embarrass himself today. Thankfully, Lando’s a man, a very simple man at his core. 

You stand up from the couch and pull off his hoodie that you stole. Lando continues to rage and pace, not aware of your movement. You undo the buttons of your shirt, shrugging it off to stand in your bra and jeans. Lando doesn’t notice your state of undress until he spins around to find you topless and shimmying your jeans down your hips.

“Um,” Lando stutters, eyes fixed on your tits, “Why are your clothes off?”

“Get over here and fuck your anger out,” you command, “So when you talk to the press, you don’t say the stupid shit you're telling me now.”

Lando mumbles and pouts offended as he scrambles to lose his race suit, “‘s not stupid shit.”

You roll your eyes and reach out to tug him forward strongly, humming as the length of his body knocks against yours, easily stuffing your hand down his fireproofs and kissing on the meat of his neck, “mhm–I’m sure it isn’t.”

𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 #𝟏𝟔

The room is silent as Charles blankly stares at the wall, you’re not sure if he is aware of your hand comfortingly scratching along his back. He only offered words of exhaustion and depression as he slipped quietly into his room and curled next to you as he dissociated from his retirement.

You’ve tried everything. You cooed soothingly, you complained about the result, and you even loudly expressed how terrible you think the car and Ferrari are and he didn’t say a single word. He simply continued to stare at the wall, his suit and helmet still on, visor down, and expression unreadable. Anxiously, you shifted next to him, not used to experiencing Charles this out of it. And suddenly, the idea came to you. Breaking the silence, you suggested giving him head to relieve his stress. Charles said no. Your brow furrowed perplexed at his denial; he’s never rejected a blowjob before. You took it one step further and offered to let him fuck it out of you (you were previously adamant on the “no sex in the driver’s room” rule because sound carries), and you were sure the Monegasque was about to say yes before he shook his head violently like he was forcibly removing the thought, and mumbled something along the lines of, “I don’t deserve it.” 

That is something you will not let slide. Charles doesn’t need to punish himself after he’s already out of the race, but if he won’t allow himself to indulge in you, you’ll strongly encourage him to.

“Okay, Charlie,” you whisper, “If you’re sure.”

He doesn’t zone back in until he hears your whimpers seep into the air, snapping his head to look at you. He finds you with one hand tugging at your nipple and your other hand shoved under your skirt—from the movement, he can guess that you’re two fingers deep. You hear Charles choke audibly and you can’t help but toss your head back and giggle, the laughter turning into a moan of pleasure as your fingers pass over a sensitive spot.

“I-I think–merde,” Charles cuts himself off as he stares at your show, “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

The helmet stays on.

𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 #𝟒𝟒

You’re unsure if Lewis is even mad about his retirement. The man seems mentally deranged as he laughs gleefully about ending his race early. Understandably, he is complaining about the bottoming of the car and the hell it’s wreaking on his back–so, maybe the joy is justifiable, your man is…older.

The thing is, Lewis switches from rambling about his back pain to complaining about Mercedes and repeating how he can’t wait for a change in scenery at Ferrari. In the Mercedes motorhome. Loudly. You know he’s doing it on purpose based on the vengeful look in his eyes. He recalls almost every single moment the team dismissed his critiques and suggestions, every single moment they didn’t appear at his podiums, every single moment they thought he wouldn’t leave, every single moment they took him for granted. And, Lewis is more than welcome to express his grievances—but you would still like him to leave on good terms as Toto did promise you a custom G-Wagon (not that Lewis can’t get you one himself; you would just hate to see him ruin his connections).

Lewis also can’t help being hot. He sits comfortably splayed out on his couch, a towel tied loosely on his hips from his shower, chest bare as beads of water fall downwards and get caught in the maze of his toned abdomen, his tattoos become art pieces as you appreciate the sight fully. He continues to partake in his amusing one-man conversation as he clasps his chain around his neck—and you break.

“Let me suck your dick,” you blurt out, cheeks flushing, surprised at your own words, “...sir?”

Lewis pauses, raising an eyebrow at you from where you’re leaning on the room door. 

“Well, I don’t know why you’re still standing over there if that’s what you want. Kneel.”

The sound of your knees hitting the floor sings in the air, “Yes, sir.”

𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢, 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 #𝟖𝟏

Oscar’s already sequestered himself away in his room before you were able to intercept him on his way. The mechanics are lowly gossiping about how mad he was when he pulled himself out of the car and they watch after you in fear as you make your way to your boyfriend.

Oscar? Mad? He’d never take it out on you, there’s no reason for the mechanics to be worried. Except when you enter the room, the vibes are peculiar. Oscar’s calmly folding his race suit, boots tucked away into their proper place, standing in just his fireproofs—they compliment his body well, extremely well. He turns to look at you and there’s a smile on his face as if he hasn’t retired from a race. He opens his arms for a hug, and you hesitate for a moment before fulfilling his request. His arms wrap around you warmly and he nuzzles his face into your hair, pulling back briefly to press a kiss on your forehead before tightening his embrace. It feels more like he’s comforting you than you’re comforting him. He walks the two of you backward to his couch and pulls you down to sit on his lap. 

Somehow, Oscar brightens more, “Hi, baby,” he grins, hands moving to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.

“Uhh, I’m sorry about your race?” Your tone of voice is unsure.

“Oh,” he laughs dismissively, “It happens sometimes–it was listed in the job description.” His right hand slips underneath your shirt as he speaks, moving calmly to tug the cups of your bra down underneath your chest, squeezing lightly at the plush weight in his hand. 

You’re convinced he’s severely concussed, but it doesn’t stop you from arching towards him, your hips rolling forward unconsciously, “Ummm— ‘s there a-anything I can do to help?”

Oscar’s hand draws out of your shirt and halts the grind of your hips in a flash, he coos at you, “Aw, that’s so sweet of you to offer…let me fuck your tits—please?”

What were you going to do, tell him no?

𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 #𝟓𝟓

You’re going to slam your head on the corner of the sink and hope it knocks you out. You’ll do it if means the sounds of Carlos’ whining stop. He forcibly pulled you up on the counter of the sink and told you to stay put as he showered so he could talk it out to you.

Naively, you thought the sound of the shower running would muffle his words and you were wrong. On any other day, you would be fine to support him through his complaints but your period is due to start in a couple of days and the irritation and sore muscles are already affecting you. Originally, you were eager to watch Carlos shower—that’s a sight plenty of women and men alike would kill you for. Then, the glass fogged with steam depriving you of something to ogle. And, if there’s one thing a woman is experiencing besides pain, sensitivity, and anger before her period, it’s being horny. You rationalize your thought process as you get undressed; Carlos gets some stress relief and you get to hear moans and grunts of pleasure instead of his huffing, grumbling, and whining. 

You slide the glass door open and closed as you step in the shower, completely bare except for the necklaces, earrings, and anklet with the #55 charm he gifted you randomly, “Carlos, por favor, be quiet.”

The Spanish man’s mouth is agape as he stares at you, frozen in the middle of his motion of scrubbing soap along his arm, “¿Qué?”

You roll your eyes, tugging the soapy cloth out of his hand and setting it on the shower shelf, “There’s better things you could be doing with your mouth.”

Carlos blinks, returning to the present and sinking to his knees in the too-small shower. 

He stares up at you with his big, sweet, lust-drenched, brown eyes, his hair a mess from the spray of the shower, and his voice cracking as he speaks, “Yes, definitely.”

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[fastandcarlos]

Lucky Charm ~ Lando Norris

Summary: Y/N finally decides she’s ready to brave the chaos of race day at the paddock, and the boys are more than happy to give her the introduction she deserves

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ynusername: imola here I come 🇮🇹

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username1: ofc she’s going to support lando

alex_albon: who said anything about lando?? maybe she’s there to cheer for me??

landonorris: can’t wait to see you bby 🔥

username3: I swear these two are complete goals

username4: it’s not fair how one person can be this pretty

carlossainz55: there’s a seat in ferrari with your name on

maxverstappen1: woah there! we’ve already called dibs on having her at red bull

landonorris: um excuse me…I think you’ll find y/n will be spending her weekend with me

ynusername: you lot are the worst 🤦🏻‍♀️

username5: I love seeing all my favourite people argue

username6: this is my highlight and the race hasn’t even begun yet…

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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landonorris: race day ready with my lucky charm by my side 🍀

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username7: mum and dad 🥺

ynusername: cannot wait to cheer for you tomorrow!! ily

landonorris: ily so much more ❤️

danielricciardo: @landonorris i love you more than y/n does

ynusername: @danielricciardo that’s impossible

username8: how have we survived waiting this long for paddock y/n and lando

charles_leclerc: it was worth the wait tho…right?

username9: can you pls just marry each other now and have lots of beautiful babies

alex_albon: how do you race for 2 hours and still manage to look this good norris

landonorris: @alex_albon you just need a y/n in your life, she always leaves me looking a million dollars

alex_albon: @lilymhe get better

ynusername: @alex_albon oi we do not accept lily slander in this household

landonorris: ahem, aside from me ofc

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˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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ynusername: ready for the race and to cheer for my man! 🏎️🏁

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carlossainz55: if you’re cheering for your man, why are you not wearing my shirt??

username10: excuse me sir?? you are very much mistaken

ynusername: if I was cheering for my favourite ex team mate of lando’s then you’d be my number 1 😍

danielricciardo: 💔💔💔💔

landonorris: did I ever tell you how good papaya looks on you?

landonorris: I just know I’ll win today with my lucky charm watching over me 🩷

username11: pls can we all adopt y/n as our lucky charm

francisca.cgomes: how have you been here 2 days and you’ve still not come to visit me

pierregasly: ha! she’s come to visit me, how does it feel to be second fave??

ynusername: @francisca.cgomes just saving the best til last aye

username12: if we do not see y/n at every race from now on there will be a protest

username13: I just want a love like theirs…is that too much to ask for??

georgerussell63: if you want a shirt upgrade y/n then just lemme know…

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landonorris: cloud nine ☁️ p1 and an evening with my best friend…what more could a guy want?

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oscarpiastri: that reminds me mate, I’m in the room next door, have you got any ear defenders?

ynusername: OSCAR PIASTRI!! SHUT YOUR MOUTH

landonorris: good idea, it’s gonna get loud tonight!

mclaren: another top week lando, well done! this lucky charm of yours might have to show up more often

username14: I don’t want this race weekend to end

username15: pls lord don’t let this be the last time we see y/n at a race

danielricciardo: congrats bud, fully deserved!!

maxverstappen1: a million dollars for y/n to be my lucky charm next weekend

landonorris: no amount of money will ever let me give y/n to you…she’s mine only

carlossainz55: is it possible to love two people more?

ynusername: stop with the third wheel dramatics!!

ynusername: had the best time ever!! can’t wait to do it all again soon my love 🩷

 ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[santanasaintmendes]

singapore lovin’ had me a blast 

part2! to the cosmic girl records

¡Cosmic Girl Records!

summary: going to Singapore to support your boyfriend, stealing Alex’s girlfriend and beefing with lando, nothing’s changed really 

olliebearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader

fc!: gorgeous girls and couples on pinterest all credits go to rightful owners of the photos used below 

a/n: also the timeline and the whole universe in what these smau’s are based in are very different to irl, ollie’s in f1 already and he drives for ferrari, lewis is still in mercedes because it made more sense kind of? I’ll fill in the gaps as we go lol

disclaimer!: there may be some sensitive jokes that may be hurtful to some people, they are all there just for the humour and to make the story more enjoyable, please don’t come after me 😭

also i’m sorry for the english and french slander against lando and pierre it’s purely for humour😔 please don’t take the comments to heart

a/n: the lovely @yawn-zi gave me the courage to post the second part to the cosmic girl records, i hope you didn’t get in trouble for laughing during portuguese class! and a big thank you to @nichmeddarso who rebloged part1 with all those tags it was greatly appreciated!

here you go, enjoy!

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unfortunatelyy/n: next stop, Singapore! btw, the sunset was a paid actor ❤️

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 landonorris: for anyone who asks, it was traumatising sitting next to the two of them on the flight

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 unfortunatelyy/n: so bitter damn 

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 landonorris: BECAUSE WE MISSED OUR PLANE 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: NOT MY FAULT 

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 landonorris: IT WAS MOST DEFINITELY YOUR FAULT 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: OKAY I’M SORRY I LEFT MY PASSPORT IN THE TAXI BUT STILL 

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 landonorris: mhm, sure 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: “mHm sUrE” 🇬🇧🤓☕

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 landonorris: DIE.

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 user1: NAH SHE DID HIM SO DIRTY 

user7: always count on y/n to keep an aesthetically pleasing instagram page 

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 olliebearman: you wouldn’t be able to guess how many times she made me retake that first pic 

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 landonorris: i can 🙄

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 unfortunatelyy/n: BOTH OF YOU SHUSH 

 user2: does she actually have a job or does she just follow ollie around 😐

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 user3: yes she has a job???

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 user4: it's called taking a vacation, google it?

 lilymhe: can’t wait to see you soon bb 🥰

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 alex_albon: you have a boyfriend???? me??

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @alex_albon stop being so delusional you sound crazy 

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 alex_albon: @lilymhe are you really going to let her bully me 😰

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 lilymhe: . . .

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 alex_albon: 😦

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 unfortunatelyy/n: the man was too stunned to speak 😱

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 alex_albon: 🖕

 user5: it’s not a y/n insta post without y/n and lily terrorising alex in the comments section 

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 user6: and y/n and lando bickering like the 5 year olds that they are 

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unfortunatelyy/n: some sightseeing and exploring before the weekend with my wifey and . . .  boyfriend?

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 user1: Ollie’s officially the third wheel now 😔

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 user11: a moment of silence for another fallen soldier 🫡

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user2: HELP THE FIRST AND SECOND PIC HAVE ME ROLLING ON THE GROUND 

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 lilymhe: loved exploring with you. . . and your friend Steve!

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 user3: HELP

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 unfortunatelyy/n: it’s okay! he won’t be a problem after this weekend 😃

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 olliebearman: 😦

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 user4: homie’s traumatised 

 alex_albon: . . . it’s okay really. I’m fine. I’m fine.

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 user5: not alex going through all 5 stages of grief 

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 user6: I can’t tell which one he’s up to 

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 user5: . . . neither can i. 

 user7: she’s STUNNING, Ollie better sleep with one eye open tonight 

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 olliebearman: 😰

 user8: ollie on any of y/n’s insta posts after reading the comments: 😮😰😔

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 user10: literally anyone really 😭

 alex_albon: @charles_leclerc @georgerussell64 when does it end 😭 please, i’m a desperate man 

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 georgerussell64: we lied 😔

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charles_leclerc: it never does. 

 user9: where’s lando, it’s not a y/n post without him commenting something absurd 

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 landonorris: i have been summoned. 

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 user9: WHAT DID I DO 😰

 landonorris: oh so now you have a boyfriend AND a wife? 🤨

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i thought i could finally post something without you attacking me in my comments section. I WAS WRONG. 

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 landonorris: 🤷‍♂️

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unfortunatelyy/n: as long as i'm with you, I've got a smile on my face 

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olliebearman: ❤️

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user3: couple goals fr 

 user5: THE FIRST PIC I CAN’T DECIDE WHO DO WE THINK WON GUYS 

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 user6: y/n, duh. 

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 olliebearman: unfortunately, that is correct 😔

 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s me flipping off lando in the distance in the second pic by the way 

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 landonorris: i should be getting paid for taking all these yucky photos of you guys and this is how you repay me?

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 unfortunatelyy/n: guys what do we think? Has being single finally hit him?

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 landonorris: that’s it, i’ve had enough, i’m releasing THE video 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: OH YOU WOULDN’T DARE

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 landonorris: oh yes I would, watch me. 

 user1: HELP WHAT ARE THE CHILDREN TALKING ABOUT 

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 user9: IDK BUT I CAN’T TELL IF THEY’RE JOKING OR NOT 

user10: this turned into a war zone so quickly 

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unfortunatelyy/n: and due to personal reasons, a human by the name of Lando Norris shan't be getting mentioned in any future posts, so enjoy ✨

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user1: SHE DID NOT HOLD BACK

user2: he’s such an icon fr 

user3: he’s never beating the babygirl allegations after this i'm afraid 😔

user4: “thank you y/n” they all said in unison 

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 landonorris: I SAID I WAS SORRY LIKE 50 TIMES WHAT MORE DO U WANT 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i only accept apologies in cash 

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 landonorris: well damn no apology for you then 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: YOU’RE LITERALLY A MILLIONAIRE??? |

 landonorris: and your point?

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i hope you accidentally get a fish burger next time you go for takeout 

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 user10: oop she really went there 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: and i hope you realise after it’s too late 

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 landonorris: GASP. HOW DARE YOU

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 😃

 carlossainz55: *saves photos to camera roll 

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 landonorris: wow. 

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 carlossainz55: for memories, you know?

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 landonorris: “fOr mEmOriEs yOu kNoW?” SHUT UP YOU MUPPET, YOU’RE REALLY NO HELP YOU KNOW

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 carlossainz55: so aggressive geez 

user5: lando’s fighting for his life in the comments section

 pierregasly: lando in the third pic: UWU

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 landonorris: I- SHUT UP YOU FRENCH HO HO HO BAGUETTE BABY MAN

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 user8: absolutely violated 

unfortunatelyy/n: i’ve sworn to secrecy but since SOMEONE CAN’T KEEP A SECRET, i guess I can’t too. The second pic is me when i forced lando to cook fish for me, hence the disgusted face. it’s safe to say he did not talk to me for 6 months straight after 

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 user6: Y/N, professional exposer 

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 landonorris: HOW COULD YOU, YOU PINKY SWEARED I HATE YOU

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 carlossainz55: @unfortunatelyy/n: teach me your ways 🙏

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 unfortunatelyy/n: a magician never reveals their secrets, but i’m no magician so sure 

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 user 7: HELP STOP EXPOSING LANDO 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: never 😤

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 landonorris: 😭

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unfortunatelyy/n: always and forever proud of you 🐻

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 olliebearman: oh so that’s why you wanted that photo ☹️

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 unfortunatelyy/n: sorry love! ❤️

user1: as i clicked into the notification, i thought “at last, a normal sensible post from y/n” i have never been more wrong, WHAT IS THAT SECOND PHOTO Y/N

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user2: a relationship like theirs, it's a need not a want 

user3: from spilling pasta on her to becoming her man, talk about upgrades 😌

 kimi.antonelli: @unfortunatelyy/n what about the photo I sent for your post

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 olliebearman: WHAT PHOTO 

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 kimi.antonelli: . . . there’s no photo i have no idea what you’re talking about there’s no photo ahaha

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 arthur_leclerc: @unfortunatelyy/n what about MY photo of Ollie

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 dinobeganovic_: @unfortunatelyy/n and mine?

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 maya_weug: @unfortunatelyy/n mine?

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 olliebearman: Y/N ANSWER THEM WHAT PHOTOS 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: . . . there’s no photos are you crazy ahahah

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 user4: the gaslighting goes hard 😭

a/n: thank you everyone for the love that part 1 got! I really appreciated all the likes and reblogs that the post got, i hope you enjoyed part 2 to the cosmic girl records universe. This part was a bit shorter than the first and I have 3 more parts that i’m working on that should be out soon. Thank you and bye for now! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

also should i make a tag list for the series? 🤔

[archieimagines]

Imagine finding Niragi after the Beach.

first time writing aib! i haven't written in a while so i was definitely a little rusty, but i'll have more free time from now on so ideally the next ones will be better! warnings: niragi. a drastically unhealthy relationship (of course), niragi slander, burn injuries and gore, guns, problematic grief, mentions of massacre. if you have any triggers i doubt you'd want to even look at this man, apologies. requested by: @nonsocosamett3r3. can't tag, but i hope you see this! for now, aib requests are open! written by: archie support me on ko-fi!

The store was quiet, only tainted by the sound of lit gas heating your ramen and the quiet bubbling of the soup.

Your eyes fixed on the flame like it was magnetic. After the horrors of the Beach, something just drew you to it. That little flame…

Amazing.

Amazing how something so small could grow so big that it would engulf the whole resort. The whole community. Your whole future, and who you'd planned to spend it with.

You’d loved Suguru for so long, even before you’d arrived in this world. You’d vowed to love him as long as you were alive, but that was before he’d given into his brewing internal sickness.

It hurt too hard to think it. It utterly carved your heart to think that his only relief from himself might take fire and flames. The only way to be kind to him would be to let him die, and finally, it came. He was better off dead, and yet... you couldn’t help aching for him.

He was the one person you’d come into this with. The one person you knew you could trust. Even when he was at his worst. 

You shook your head. It wouldn’t do to dwell on how he’d protected you from the witch trial. How he’d given you a pistol and told you to hide on the roof. “Wait for me up there,” he’d said, a firm hand on your back to nudge you towards the stairs, his spare pistol pressed into your palms. “Anyone aims at you and they’re dead.”

Even at his worst, his most unhinged, he still took care of you. He was never all ba-

No. Thinking like this would only make it harder. You needed to focus on how he was a murderer, how he was manic, how he embodied all of humanity’s darkest traits. Perhaps then, you could function in this world without him.

A sigh. The cooker’s flame danced before you, and all you could see in your mind was Niragi. How the fire clung to him. How he screamed and thrashed—

You shut the gas off.

No, you couldn’t look at it. The flame.

The spices in the ramen no longer smelled good; they churned your stomach and the burn of suppressed tears sat in your sinuses. Your head dropped into your hands, the heels of your palms pressed to your eyes. You wouldn’t cry over him. He was a murderer. A sadistic, psychopathic, narcissistic—

A clatter behind you.

“Auh, phuck.”

Panic pushed you to your feet, your breath hitched. You’d perched in the homewares aisle with your campfire cooker, and wherever that distorted voice came from was barely two aisles back.

It was so dark, you were so tired, and so many people hated you. Not even through any fault of your own. You didn’t choose to love the most hated man at the Beach. You were an easy target and anyone who recognised you surely wouldn’t hesitate, so you grabbed for the pistol from your belt and readied yourself for an assault. You’d not die at the hands of an angry Beach resident tonight.

Slow footsteps took you through the store, startled every time you heard a grunt or a clash. Someone was rummaging through the shelves and audibly struggling.

The smash of a glass bottle on the floor, then a strained voice. “Phuckin ‘ell.”

You neared the corner of the aisle and peered around, pistol held out before you. You only hoped they couldn’t hear the trembling rattle of your hold on it.

What you saw was inconclusive. Someone with a flashlight held in their mouth, pointed at shelves full of medical wares. They struggled with gathering supplies, knocking them over instead and hissing in pain, but you couldn’t gather a single feature.

This was your chance to strike a new alliance. They were clearly wounded and in no fighting condition, so you could easily best them if you needed to, but… Would it really be worth it to make a connection with someone that may surely hold back your chances in a game?

You had half a mind to turn away, leave them to their own struggling devices-

But the choice was taken. A loud groan and the flashlight dropped from the person’s mouth, clattered to the floor, and rolled a few inches.

The stream of light pointed directly to your shoe and lit up the tip of your weapon.

You might’ve expected the person to be startled with the realisation that they weren’t alone, to stumble back or at least gasp. But instead, you were met with an audible sneer.

“Ah. Gonna kill me?”

The end of your pistol still pointed into the darkness, though you could just barely see the silhouette of your target. And oh, you quivered. Your aim was as fractured as your heart, and you’d never held anyone in place with your aim before. It was clear to see.

A familiar snort. “You couldn’t hit me if you tried.”

Your brows tugged together. Your voice had left you entirely, chest heaving with the growing panic at how this tall figure found no sense of danger in you. And yet, that voice was so…

“S-Suguru?”

“Oh?” A beat of silence, and then a soft, sore laugh. “I taught you better than to tremble, baby.”

You almost dropped the pistol. It couldn’t be. You’d seen him fall off the roof shrouded in flame, and it’d been long days. Death was the only escape for him, and he needed it. But here he was, and you couldn’t help but hope it was true.

You dove for that flashlight to check that your wants hadn’t deceived you and scooped it up to point directly at Niragi to take him in in all his… misery.

Your heart broke. The sound of it was a distraught gasp, instant tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “Suguru…”

His gorgeous skin was rippled with the fusion of the fire. His hair ragged and burnt, chest and arms crimson, raw and leaking with infectious fluids.

His face scrunched with immediate hatred, his voice a pained hiss as he turned away. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking pity me.”

“I’m not-“

“Don’t.”

Ah, this was your Suguru. Blunt and dismissive, hostile even to you, but you knew how to handle him. You didn’t let him see dizzying wave of relief that drowned you, you held back those tears. Even if he was the most hated man in this realm, he was yours. You weren’t alone in this world anymore.

You took a brief moment to breathe and let your head calm before stepping in close, light shining on his arms. The skin had melted, black patches of fabric stuck into his skin, all the way up to his bare torso. But he didn’t like you looking.

He snatched away the light and the next thing you knew, you were blinded. Your eyes squinted against it, blinking, brows tugged together as you tried to seek out his face once more against the light.

A delicate hand to your cheek, a soft sigh. That was the sound of lazy Sunday mornings with him, the sound he’d always made with his nose buried into your hair.

You let your eyes close, transporting back to simpler times with his touch. His thumb ran so gently across your cheekbone and for the briefest moment you could pretend things were normal, that he was just your boyfriend back in Tokyo. Your beautiful, troubled, bespectacled boyfriend.

If only he didn’t smell of ash and molten flesh, you could have convinced yourself that nothing had changed.

His touch dropped away, the light directed away and your eyelids fluttered open once more. His gaze was so soft on yours. How could this boy with beautiful doe eyes ever hurt another? Perhaps… Just perhaps, he’d learned his lesson. He didn’t deserve this life.

“Let me see,” you murmured, carefully taking the flashlight from his hold. He was like a lost child as he watched you inspect his chest, so gentle as you opened his shirt to see the scarring. You couldn’t help the grimace as you peeled some of the sticky fabric from yellowed, skinless flesh, but he didn’t even wince. He just watched you quietly, intimately.

You met that gaze, and the butterflies in your chest were dizzying. “I’ll dress it for you. Okay?”

A grunt of agreement.

[vee-beeee]

Chicken Noodle Soup

HELLOO

I got a super nice request from Ant1SocialVapor3on over on ao3!

"Basically request is, Y/N wakes up sick one day, and try to go to work as is. Of course the fluffy RK boys aint having any of that, and they try to bring a cranky and sniffly human home to bed, oh and fuss over and overreact. I would really apreciate this, and keep up posting these fluffy bangers :D"

so that is exactly what im gonna do 😈

Warnings: sickness, general discomfort, RK boys are all over you, hank is literally their dad, they boys care for you, gavin slander

Connor, Sixty and Nines x reader

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*...-eep beep BEEP*

You groaned, blinking sleep from your eyes. It's way to early for this.

So you rolled over, snuggling into the blankets.

*beep beep BEEP*

*beep beep BEEP*

Grumbling again, you rolled back over to slap you hand on your phone a couple times, before finally gaining some purchase on it and grabbing the device to pull it right in front of your face. Clicking the power button to see the time, you read the bright numbers at the top of the screen.

5:02

Sighing, you placed the phone back down and rolled onto your back to lay an arm across your face in an attempt to try and block out the morning, along with the world.

And then you sniffed

And you couldn't breathe. Your reaction was instant.

"please no" you moaned, shooting upwards in bed and then proceeding to groan once more in pain from sitting up way to fast, it felt like your head was going to implode.

Then the coughing started

Getting(falling) out of bed, you stumbled your way to the bathroom, where you rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for a thermometer. Finally letting out a shaky breath in relief when you felt your hand grasp it, you leaned your back against the wall and brought the small machine to your forehead, whispering pleas to not be what you think you were.

102.5

basically super duper sick.

Banging your head against the the cabinet and letting out a soft "nooo", you sniffed and contemplated your options.

You could stay home and disappoint everyone at work

Or power through and go on like normal.

Guess what you did.

That's how you landed yourself walking through the station in a giant black puffy jacket, blowing into a tissue, half bottle of cough syrup in hand, and hacking like no tomorrow.

You were truly a sight to behold.

Espically for 3 pairs of curious eyes

Arriving at your desk, you sat down, set your cough syrup on the desk, and proceeded to face plant onto a stack of papers that were sitting on top of it waiting to be worked on. You sniffled a little and slowly sat your chin on your paper to look up at your partner

who was staring at you with the most disgusted face on this planet.

"what" your deep sick voice asked (with a hint of amusement) as Gavin shot up from his desk, and slowly backed away

"are you sick?? i cant get sick, im meeting some guys tonight and I DO NOT want whatever you have. You look absolutely horrible"

You squinted your eyes and stared into his soul, un-moving, until finally you just leaned over his desk, grabbed his coffee cup that was full of pens, and dumped them out.

And then you licked the side of his mug, maintaining eye contact as you did so.

"Hey!" he yelped as you leaned back over to set it back down on his side of the cubicle. You crossed your arms and gave him a smug smile, which only lasted a second before you were consumed by an urge to sneeze, and quickly dove your face into your elbow.

He deserved it though.

You heard him grumble and storm off while you were grabbing a tissue, and you swallowed as you finished, noticing your throat was sore too. Awesome.

Before you could bury your face in paper work again, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jumped and turned around to see 3 faces, full of concern.

" y/n? Are you alright today?" Connor slowly leaned down onto one knee so he could better see your face, which he then softly took into his hands, brushing hair out of your sweaty face. He looked so distressed, his caring eyes boring into yours. His hands were soft and cold, and you leaned into them, closing you eyes. Another palm pressed against your forehead and you sighed in appreciation.

"She has a high fever." a low voice murmured, and you suspected it belonged to Nines.

Blinking your eyes open, you started to open you mouth to say something, but instead a cough started. A tissue was pressed into your hand, and you brought it to your mouth, noticing Sixty had given it to you.

And was also giving you the softest look you have ever seen the sarcastic android wear.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as the group coddled you with their worried looks.

"Guys I'm fineee" you totally lied, sniffing your nose once again and leaning back away from the group to clear your throat.

"You are clearly not" Nines answered, crossing his arms as his LED went yellow, raising his eyebrows

"I agree with him, you need to go home" Connor gave you a sympathetic look and dragged his hands down from your face to your hands, and took them in his, rubbing the knuckles.

"Let us take you home sweetheart" Sixty tilted his head and brushed a hand through your hair.

You grumbled and shook your head, trying to look assertive "I have work to do, I cant leave"

Connor sighed, looking at his fellow RK units, LED flashing amber. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Sweet cheeks, we can do this the easy way-" Sixty started, shooing a reluctant Connor away from his crouching position to stand in front of you and put his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward so you couldn't escape his gaze "-or the hard way. Which is it gonna be?"

Glancing up at Sixty, you stuck your lips out and harrumphed, choosing to look out the window instead of the android and crossing your arms in defiance.

"The hard way it is then"

you turned back to ask him what he was going to do, but it turned into a yelp and finished in a cough.

Nines had swept you from your chair, holding you in his arms bridal style.

And was giving you a small smile.

You gasped like a fish out of water and thrashed slightly in his hold, which you quickly found out did nothing. You were secure in his arms.

Your over-exhertion resulted in more coughing, and Nines smug expression morphed into one of concern as he turned to his fellow units.

All of their LED's started flashing and you knew they were having a private android conversation.

Unfair.

Nines turned his steely gaze to Connor, who just nodded and started off towards their partner Hank, who was looking at your group with a troubled expression. You watched as Nines then turned to Sixty and motioned with his head to the stations front door, to which the rk800 responded by quirking his lips upwards, and rushed forward to kiss your hair, before leaving the main office to go to reception.

Nines adjusted you in his hold, before heading to follow behind Sixty.

As you walked through the lobby, you saw stares pointed at you from androids and humans alike. Everyone was giving you and Nines a raised eyebrow, and you were so embarrassed that you just instinctively leaned forward to hide in Nine's neck, silently apologizing when you coughed into him. He noticed and fastened his pace, lightly kissing your head and whispering in your ear for only you to hear:

"It's okay my darling, we'll take care of you."

Here come the butterflies again.

Or you were just really sick.

Maybe a bit of both.

In the blink of an eye you were fastened in the passenger's seat of your car, with all androids present and accounted for. Connor had told you that they had all taken the day off, and Hank saw his opportunity to leave for the day also. Hank had also wished you well, and said quote "being sick's a bitch". That had given you a giggle, but you still felt guilty for leaving. And now you were taking the 3 smartest detectives from the force.

"But Connor, I have so much work to do" you whined, once again giving the androids half-hearted death glares from around the car.

Nobody reacted, except for Sixty

"You look like a pouting baby" he chuckled and leaned back in his car seat, gazing out the window instead of meeting you now rage filled eyes. Your face was stuck in a jaw-dropped gasp, and you watched Connor turn his head to raise a judging eyebrow at his twin, who continued to ignore everyone.

But you saw that smug grin on his face.

Nines was the one driving, and kept checking your temperature with his hands during the trip to your house. You know you started the drive pretty lucid, but you knew it was getting worse.

You were so in pain from your throat and stuffed up nose, that a few hot tears slid down your face. You turned your head and huffed, hoping none of the boys saw it, but almost immediately after those tears hit your big puffy jacket, a gentle hand was on your chin turning your head in a certain direction.

Nine's direction.

The android had quickly punched in the coordinates to your house and set the car on auto drive when he saw your condition getting worse, and had noticed your tears the second they ran down your cheeks.

"Hey look at me, it's okay were going to help you" a few more tears slid down your cheeks at the comforting words, and Nines gave you the sweetest look to ever adorn his usually un-fazed expression, full of sympathy.

"He's right, we're going to do everything in our power to help you recover as fast as possible" Connor leaned over in his seat to kiss the side of your head while you finally closed your eyes, letting a comfortable darkness take over.

And finally, you fell asleep.

"....-ful sixty! you...e go...to wake th.....p if you hol...em like that"

"..-ever im...b..ing as care...as i can"

Your lids fluttered as you absorbed a conversation around you. Hearing bits and pieces as it felt like you were once again being carried somewhere.

You felt safe and warm, so you snuggled into the body holding you and shut your eyes once again.

"w...- up my heart"

The first thing you felt was a hand on your forehead.

You also noticed a body pressed to your back.

Blinking your weary eyes open, you meet Nines adoring gaze. His LED was yellow however, and he was leaning on one knee in front of your bed. Scrunching up your nose, you wondered how you even got to your bed. A voice behind you chuckled in response, you must have said that out loud. Nines took the hand previously on your forehead and leisurely stroked it down your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Well i drove us to your residence, and then Sixty carried you. We....-" he looked away with a stony expression as his LED flashed red, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"what did you do" you croaked out, pouting your lips out as Nines stared at an interesting corner of your room.

"We couldn't find your house key, so we had to break in" another voice piped up, and you looked to see a guilty Connor standing in the doorway with a cup of what looked like steaming tea.

The room went quiet as you stared with wide eyes as the boys.

"We'll pay for the window." the voice behind you mumbled, before nuzzling into your hair.

And then, surprising the androids and even yourself, you burst into laughter. Which turned into more coughing.

The body behind you (sixty) shook with chuckles, until your coughing fit started. The RK unit immediately stopped his laughter and helped you sit up, while Connor came and dropped the mug of tea on your bedside table before rushing out of the room.

Nines leaned forward to take your hand, and rub gently into it, silently reassuring you.

Waving your hand in front of you, the coughing stopped as you hastily addressed them.

"Sorry guys, that happens when you get sick" you hiccupped a laugh, but the boys didn't react. They silently shared a look.

And then Connor reappeared.

"You need to take all of these"

and you gasped as you saw basically an entire medicine cabinet in his arms. The android looked extremely worried, and was giving you the softest eyes. If he asked, you probably would take all of them.

You saw Nines sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, and you wondered what had happened while you were out. On second glance at the cough medicine in his arms, you made a realization.

"Is that the brand of medicine that I brought to work?" you stuttered out, looking at Connor.

He shifted from foot to foot "I went to the store, and my memory record showed that this was your favorite brand. I didn't know how many to get, so I got...... a few"

The RK unit looked down on you with a small smile as you beamed.

They were the best.

And then an alarm went off.

You raised an eyebrow and watched as it was Nines turn to hot-footed it somewhere, and it looked like he was heading to the kitchen. Suddenly feeling a weight on your lap, you looked down to see Sixty had settled his head on your legs, and was gazing up at you.

"He's making Chicken noodle soup, Hank sent a recipe." Sixty murmured, and you watched his hand go up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

You instantly melted.

Maybe you would have a nice time being sick.

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HERE IT IS

Im sorry if that ending is a little out of character, just thought it was funny LOL

Still getting used to writing the three of them and their dynamics

Also feel free to request anything! I enjoy them :D

Thank you for the idea Ant1SocialVapor3on!

SORRY FOR SPELLING ERRORS

[honeybeefae]

Pretty Little Tears (Rhysand x Reader)

KINKTOBER DAY NINE: TEARS

Summary// He knew you could take him deeper. You were doing so well. It was taking all of your strength not to throw up as Rhys forced himself down your throat more and more, but when those tears started to roll down your face, smearing your makeup, he felt something primal stir deep inside of him. And he wanted more.

(This is definitely one of the shorter fics for Kinktober as well as ending in an ambiguous way, I hope you guys still like it. I’m not 100% confident with it but I’ve edited it to hell and back so I think this is the best I am going to get. Enjoy! :))

WARNINGS:  18+, Smut, Degradation, Crying Kink, rough BJ, gagging

Your mate had been staring at you all night, the risque dress you were dawning barely leaving anything to the imagination. It was something you saved only for your visits to the Hewn City as it helped you get into your role of the wife of Rhysand, ruler of the Court of Nightmares. 

It was a part you were new to, trying your best to match Rhys’s mask. The hardest thing was watching, and sometimes participating, in dueling out punishments for the wicked people that resided here. A part of you would feel guilty hearing their pleas and cries but knowing what they did, the innocent people who they tortured or hurt, made it easier to swallow.

Tonight was no different, though you had not heard any report of trouble so far. Everyone was dining and dancing in somewhat peace. Mor was off to the side with Cassian chatting about something, Azriel dwelling in the shadows, while you danced within the arms of one of your cousins as your mate watched from his throne above.

“You look lovely tonight, Y/N.” Your cousin, Dephren, commented. He was a head taller than you, with hair just like yours, but as wicked as they came. You would even say he could rival Mor’s father, Keir, in his attempts to gain power in the court. “I am glad to see our High Lord is keeping you in good health.”

“As am I.” You said curtly, glancing at Rhys briefly as you twirled across the floor. “I have much to be grateful for from him.”

“That you do, cousin. I must ask, though, are you sure you are satisfying him?” He asked, his eyes full of cruel mirth. “I would never insult you but I do worry about my Lord, and I as well as many others truly wonder if you are the right person for him.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the other vultures of the court leering at you and eavesdropping on the conversation. It must have been talked about beforehand as someone had called away Rhys so that he was not within earshot to hear the slander they were saying.

You suddenly found yourself floundering like a fish out of water, the facade you put up cracking just the slightest bit, as Dephren spun you round and round.

“I will take your silence as answer enough.” He smirked, tightening his grasp on your hands as the music finally came to a stop. Everyone started politely clapping, gearing up for another song as your cousin bowed mockingly in your direction. “I think Remia would be a better fit for him, she certainly seems to be able to keep his attention.”

Remia was the daughter of one of Keir’s closest allies and a great beauty in the Hewn City. She was also as vicious and hungry as the rest of them, willing to follow whatever orders it took to rise above and look down on the people below. You knew your family was bitter about your new life, about how their weakest child found herself mated to the High Lord himself and cut all ties to her family. 

However, you didn’t expect them to try and cast you aside so brazenly. It had you cursing at how naive you were, how you thought there was no threat to you anymore now that you were happy and loved. 

His words cut through your skin like a knife as you turned to look at your mate, mouth tightening at the egregious display of affection Remia was showering him with. Mor and Cassian had picked up that something was amiss, picking up the tail end of your cousin's words and following your eyes to Rhys.

Before you could turn around and say anything to him, Mor was at your side with a glare that could turn a man to stone. “How bold of you to say the things you do about Rhysand’s mate, Dephren.” She hissed, placing herself in front of you. “Perhaps you would like to speak louder for him to hear?”

“Mor.” He nodded, forcing a polite smile. “I meant no to disrespect to Y/N, I assure you. I was simply pointing out a concern most of us have, isn’t that one of her duties?”

She opened her mouth to lay in on him but you put a hand on her shoulder, squaring your shoulders and stepping around her to stand toe to toe with him. You could sense Rhysand in your mind wondering what had drawn the crowd but you shut him out. This was something you needed to handle yourself. 

What you said next, how you handled this test of disrespect, would dictate how everyone saw you. You needed to be equally as fearsome as your mate if you were going to rule beside him. 

“My duty, Dephren, is not for you to question.” You challenged loudly, your voice echoing off of the mountain walls for the entire court to hear. “I can assure you that your High Lord is very satisfied with the way I fuck him. Not that it is any of your business nor whatever whore you’ve sent his way to try and distract him.”

Rhysand appeared behind you, darkness surrounding him as Dephren shrunk back in fear. You smirked as one of his hands slunk around your waist and pulled you into his side, his nose dipping into your hair as you refused to break eye contact.

You had everyone's attention now and while as before you would have shrunk back from it, now you wore it like a crown. They should be the scared ones and from the looks on their faces, it seemed that they realized what monster they awoke.

As you stood straighter and held your higher you could feel your mate's approval. Not only was he proud of you but you could feel his caress in the back of your mind, and could hear the lustful thoughts that flickered through his mind as you took a couple of steps forward. He liked this version of you.

“I find it funny cousin that you call my relationship into question when I highly doubt your wife could say the same about your performance, don’t you think?” You taunted, raising your eyebrow as his face turned a fierce shade of red. 

The people behind him started to whisper and chuckle while his wife took a huge gulp of wine, trying to remain invisible. You weren’t done humiliating him though, he needed to be an example to the rest of them.

“What’s the nickname she gives you to her friends? Minute man?”  The question was rhetorical as your smirk grew, hearing Rhys’s voice in the back of your mind.

I didn’t know you could be so cruel, Y/N. This poor man is about to throw himself down the side of the mountain if you continue any longer.

Hopefully, the lesson is almost learned then. I would hate to have to repeat myself.

His fingers tightened on your hip in approval, satisfied to watch you work. Dephren was a shadow of the man he was ten minutes earlier as you left your mate’s hold to stand over him. It shouldn’t have felt as good as it did but you didn’t want to feel guilty now. He deserved it.

“Kneel.” You commanded, voice velvety smooth. It was only one word but it held so much power and control you couldn’t help but feel drunk off of it. “Kneel and apologize and I might forget this conversation ever happened.”

And to your surprise, he wasted no time in complying with your request. His knees hit the floor hard as he knelt at your feet, lowering his head in submission. 

“Please, Y/N, forgive me.” Dephren squeaked. “I beg of you.”

You turned to Rhysand, tilting your head in question to see what he thought. He gestured towards you before crossing his arms over his chest and smiling darkly, enjoying the show. 

“Just remember, my dear Dephren, who I am.” You warned, your voice like ice as you glanced around at the rest of the spectators. “As shall the rest of you. I do not forget and the next person I hear, or even think, of such slander, I shall have their tongues and their minds.” 

Your skirts swished around your feet as your turned and grabbed Rhys’s hand, letting him lead you to the throne and adorn his lap as Dephren swiftly stood and disappeared into the background. There was a beat of silence before the music started back up and everyone returned to their respective places. 

It was taking all of your concentration to control your breathing and not break out in a sweat as your adrenaline came crashing down. You didn’t recognize the woman saying those things as you replayed it over and over in your mind. It was as if you had been possessed by someone else.

You were wonderful, Y/N. You had me utterly entranced with your performance.

His hands grazed up your bare legs, catching on the sheer fabric as he reached the crest of your hips. It was a delicate touch that sent the filthiest thoughts into your head. You craved more, your breathing evening out as he went higher and higher until he caressed the side of your breast. 

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as you turned to look into his violet eyes, your face flushed with desire. You were as bewitched by him as he was with you, licking your lips hungrily as he scowled at Keir who was waiting for the two of you to notice him.

“What is it now?” Rhysand snapped, holding you tighter as you began to kiss up his neck. You usually weren’t one for huge public displays of affection but with what happened tonight, it was like you were a new woman. 

A hungry, aching woman.

As Keir began his question about one of the other people in the room you tuned him out, your sex slickening as you began to grow impatient at Rhys’s lack of attention toward you. His hand still rested on your hip, rubbing small, enticing circles as he droned on and on.

It was only after a few minutes you decided to take matters into your own hand. You did not know if you were feeding off the raw power you had just realized you held or if it was simply adrenaline, but whatever it was it had you worked into a frenzy. 

Rhys…

Though his eyes never left Keir's, he tensed ever so slightly under your touch. You knew you had his full attention. While maintaining a bored expression on your face, you began to show him all the multiple times you had pleased him. It started off with just small glimpses of skin and soft moans but as your impatience grew, you sent him much more vulgar things.

And when you whispered into his mind just how wet you were with the picture of you exploring yourself, you felt his resolve snap underneath you like a twig.

“Do I not have you here to maintain order while I am away, Keir? Are you not able to handle things?” Rhysand snarked, raising an eyebrow as you both stood abruptly. “You bore myself and Y/N with these meaningless conflicts. If you cannot control them by yourself perhaps your leadership needs to be questioned.”

Keir immediately bowed his head while muttering apology after apology. “I did not mean to bore, my lord, nor Lady Y/N. I was simply-”

Rhys clicked his tongue, silencing the steward swiftly. “And yet you continue to do so. We will be taking our leave now but I will be returning within the next few days. I suggest you make sure everyone is on their best behavior…otherwise you might find yourself on the edge of the sword.”

“Yes, of course.” He replied with gritted teeth. Mor, Azriel, and Cassian were already gone by the time you were leaving the grand room. You smiled coyly at your mate, licking your lips as he pulled you flush against his body.

“Do not play modest with me, darling. I saw every single thought in that pretty, filthy head of yours.” Rhys smirked, already half hard from just remembering them. “If you think you are getting off easy tonight you are sadly mistaken.”

“I don’t want you to be easy tonight.” You cooed, gazing at him through your lashes. “I want you to make me scream so loud that everyone in the Hewn City knows who was right tonight.”

His eyes darkened and before you could blink you were plunged into darkness, appearing in your shared bedroom moments later. You gasped when you were shoved roughly against the door but his lips smothered yours before you could say anything else.

You melted into him, your tongue dancing with his while your hands found purchase in his hair. It was soft against your fingers, which tightened into fists when he wedged his thigh between your legs. The friction was heavenly as you had soaked through your panties, your dress allowing him easy access.

“Is that all for me?” Rhys purred into your ear, biting down on your lobe before kissing and nipping his way back to your lips. You nodded, too out of breath to say anything, to which he smiled devilishly. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already speechless.”

The air around you was thick with need as you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your breast, your hips rutting against his leg. “Are you just going to talk or will I see any action from you, my lord?”

Rhysand couldn’t help but grin at your words. Even pinned against the wall, pussy dripping for him, you found a way to smart off to him. It was one of the things he loved you for, the fire within you.

With one push off the wall, he separated your bodies and crossed his arms over his chest. “Take it off. Now.”

Your heart fluttered at his change of tone, fingers trembling in excitement as you started to pull down the straps of your dress. You knew that your words had awoken that dark, sadistic streak he kept carefully locked away. It was something you didn’t get to see often but tonight you wanted it. 

You wanted him to use you for pleasure, to let him so thoroughly fuck you that there was no doubt left that only you could bring him to that level of ecstasy. It seemed that Dephren’s words had indeed got under your skin but hopefully this would ease it.

Rhysand knew it as well. He had wanted to torture the greasy, traitorous man as soon as he pieced together what happened but you took over effortlessly, showing everyone in that room who you could be even though his words made you question.

His cock throbbed at the memory of you standing over Dephren, at just how utterly sexy you were at that moment. 

As you let the dress fall into a pool of silk at your feet, the cool breeze making goosebumps rise on your arms and your nipples harden, the wetness between your legs only grew. It felt like it was dripping down at this point.

“Kneel.” He commanded, beginning to undo the strings of his pants while you immediately sunk to your knees. You bit down on your lip as he put two fingers under your chin, tilting it up upwards at him. “Such a good girl.”

One of his hands gripped his thick, heavy cock while the other gathered your hair into his fist. You swallowed in anticipation, both of your hands on your thighs as you opened your mouth wide for him. Just as he liked it.

Rhys growled as he slapped the head of his dick on your tongue, coating your lips with the precum that had already gathered at the tip before he thrust into your mouth with no warning. You instinctively gagged, your throat tightening around him while your hands flew to his thighs to steady yourself.

“Just like that, darling.” He grunted as he slowly fucked your mouth, his balls hitting your chin with every thrust. 

You followed his lead as much as you could, your scalp burning as he tugged and pushed as he pleased. His cock was hard to fit fully in your mouth but you did your best, licking the underside every time he pulled out to drive him crazy. 

Drool was escaping the seal of your lips around him, running down your chin and onto your bare chest. The moonlight shone against it, catching his attention and spurring him on even more as he truly used you to get off.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Y/N?” Rhys taunted, his pupils blown wide in lust as you gargled around his length. “You crave to be used like this, for my pleasure. You want me to treat you like the secret whore you are.”

A nod was all you could muster as he pushed further and further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and cutting off your airway. It made you lightheaded which only seemed to enhance your feelings, one of your hands dropping to your cunt so you could thrust two fingers inside.

He laughed deeply at your desperation, enjoying the way you struggled to breathe from how far his cock was in your mouth. It was almost all the way in when you started to push against his leg in a warning. You were going to have to come up for air soon.

However, he knew you could take him deeper. You were doing so well. It was taking all of your strength not to throw up as Rhys forced himself down your throat more and more, but when those tears started to roll down your face, smearing your makeup, he felt something primal stir deep inside of him. And he wanted more.

With an audible pop, he pulled himself out, your lungs burning as you coughed and sputtered. You were still slightly dizzy from the lack of oxygen when two hands hoisted you up and turned you so that you were facing your mate.

“Look at you…” Rhysand praised, smearing your mascara underneath his thumb as another tear ran down your face. “Perfectly ruined, all for me.”

“Only for you.” You whispered hoarsely, closing your eyes when his hand curled around your throat assertively. 

The sight of you teary-eyed and wrecked almost made him cum in his pants. You were wrapped around his finger, ready to give him whatever he wanted without realizing that the only thing he did want was you.

“Let’s see if we can wreck you even further. Can you do that for me? Can you take more?” He asked you, wanting to make sure you were okay even if he was about to bust at the seams.

You kissed him softly while grabbing his free hand and guiding it towards your sex, jumping when he brushed against your clit before pulling back so that you were looking into his eyes. 

“I told you I wanted you to make me scream so loud they could hear me in the Hewn City. My mind hasn’t changed, Rhysand.” You smirked, letting him sprawl you out on the bed behind you and spread your legs impossibly wide. 

Rhys crawled on top of you, kissing your forehead once, before making his way down your body. “Darling, I’m going to make you cry until the skies themselves begin to weep.”

And with one last smirk, he began to feast on your body until the very ground shook from your screams of pleasure.  

[butterrats]

ATTENTION 2012 TMNT FANBASE I HAVE A PSA

I love 2012 Donnie

I severely dislike 2012 April, one could say I hate her.

I am allowed to have my own opinions on these not-real-people characters because it. Is. A. Cartoon.

No, I am not a misogynist because I hate 2012 April. I actually love literally all five female characters they put in the show except her (Wow writers...) I'm a fucking feminist lesbian. Disliking a female character does not make you a misogynist. I honestly think a lot of her slander is undeserved, but I'd be a goddamn liar if I didn't say I kinda (ok I love it) enjoy participating in it. HOWEVER, I do not think she is a bad person. Is she snippy, rude, entitled, and kinda a brat in my eyes? Yeah, no dip. Do I think she's evil and intentionally trying to seduce every guy she sees into being her man slave? Uh no. I think she's annoying and I dislike her, but I don't want her to burn in hell. I want what I want for every character I see on a show: *clears throat* OWNING UP TO THEIR SHIT AND CHANGING FOR THE BETTER AND NOT BEING A MARY SUE AND MANY OTHER THINGS I DON'T FEEL LIKE GETTING INTO AT 11:30 PM. This goes for literally all the characters on the show. I wanna see Donnie and Casey apologize to April for being weird with her, AND I want April to apologize to them for being weird with them. THEY ALL DESERVED BETTER. They all could have developed amazingly if the writers didn't stick their heads up their asses and spew whatever shit they inhaled onto the script. I have so many other examples of this: I want Splinter to realize the generational trauma he's inflicting on his sons, Karai developing her relationships with all her brothers, Casey going into his backstory, insert other example.

No, I am not encouraging "nice guy" behavior by loving on Donnie. Oh wow, a kid with zero social interaction outside of his three brothers an strict dad gets weirdly obsessed with the first person he develops romantic feelings for? Who could've seen that coming? He should have left her alone when she wanted to be left alone and given her space, yes, but goddamn people, these characters are children. They're always making dumb choices. It's TEENAGE mutant ninja turtles. My boy never once tried to force himself on this girl. Never tried turning her no into a yes. Never wanted her to do anything she wasn't okay with. He's not a "nice guy" or an "incel" or a "stalker" he's a smart boy who made some very dumb choices. So did literally every other character in the goddamn show. You wanna talk creepy? Leo knowingly had the hots for his motherfudging sister but that's a whole 'nother can of worms I ain't touching tonight baby. I just personally think Donnie has so many more redeeming qualities to his character. Honestly, in my opinion, his apology to April was good enough for me. Not perfect by any means, but good enough. Donnie is literally one of the only characters who quickly owns up when he messes up, I think that' worth something considering the characters. Honestly, Donnie is a sweetheart, super smart, sassy, and fun to watch, and I think his qualities outweigh his flaws, unlike how I feel about April. (How I feel about her.)

My morality should not be called into question when I have an opinion on a fictional character for fuck's sake. This franchise is beloved, BELOVE IT. Have your opinions, love April, hate April, love Donnie, hate Donnie, just enjoy yourselves (except you, Tcesters, stay the fuck away from me and my son.) These characters aren't perfect, they're flawed, they're young, they're children. It's not their fault they were written like shit. They're ALL good people at the end of the day.

I hate 2012 April's guts and I love 2012 Donnie to death. But that doesn't mean you have to as well. LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS.

Holy jumping Jesus on a hoagie sandwich why did I waste an hour of my life writing this? I need to get to bed, I have work tomorrow. Anyways, hope this gets to someone who needs it, love yourself, love characters, don't fucking ship siblings, eat your homework, and enjoy your life. Love you <3

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

The Highest Cost [Chapter Two] Allure [David]

A/n: I got this done sooner than planned, so here it is. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): Anxiety, Surf Nazis, slander, OC, psychic abilities, fear, attraction.

No Minors Allowed!!

The pull and thud of the car door stirred Mia from a restless sleep. She groaned and peeked over the edge of her blanket, watching her sister situate herself in the driver's seat with a grocery bag in her arms. She was always early to rise; always quick to take in the sites.

“Hungry?” Cadence asked, sparing Mia a glance before she began to search the bag. 

No, but she figured she better settle her stomach with something. Mia slid out of her blanket and sat up, peering outside. They were still parked in the lot of a 24-hour convenience store. The sun was up, but just barely. 

“What time is it?” 

Cadence chuckled. “I thought you were a psychic.” 

“Har har,” Mia said lethargically. “Someone has jokes this morning.”

Cadence felt nice, for once. A walk around the store did her some good. She grinned in response and chucked a warm biscuit wrapped in foil at her sister. It bounced across her lap and onto the floor. 

“You suck,” Mia added. She reached to the floor with a groan and picked it up. 

“Yes, and I'm very good at it,” Cadence retorted. 

Mia faked a gag and turned up her eyes. Sitting back in her seat, she opened the foil and took a tentative bite. After the nacho incident, she did not want to take any chances.

After a minute of silent eating, Mia cleared her throat. 

“What's on the agenda today?”

Cadence took a drink of her coke and hummed in thought. 

“I'm not sure. There ain't much to do in Santa Carla. We can check out the stores if you like. Maybe see the beach.” She paused to take another drink. “Then tonight we can hit the boardwalk again.” 

Mia visibly frowned an action that did not go unnoticed by Cadence. 

“What? We made a fair amount of money last night.” 

The migraine she had felt left a phantom pain in her head. Every time she thought about Marko or the blonde with the green eyes, it acted up. Perhaps she was overthinking the visions a bit, but one thing was for certain, Mia felt a psychic connection to someone or something last night.

I'm not sure I want to find out what is on the other end. 

“One or two more times, then we should be set,” Cadence assured her. 

Mia hoped so. 

After breakfast, she freshened up in the convenience store bathroom and redressed in a t-shirt and denim shorts, then met Cadence out by the Taurus. The air was warm and dry, but Mia was eager to check out the beach. 

By foot, it did not take them long to get there. The boardwalk was open, but many of the attractions were shut down until after dark, so the two opted to ignore it for now. There were tons of tourists lined down the beach, enjoying the sun and the water. Mia did not blame them, it was a beautiful morning. 

The tide was not high enough, so there were no surfers out, but the further down they walked, the more spread out the people were. Those they passed began to stare; some even whispered amongst themselves. It was as though the natives and the tourists did their damnedest to separate themselves from one another. 

As they rounded the bend where the sand was grittier, they came across a makeshift hut made of driftwood and corrugated metal. It was covered in graffiti and littered with glass bottles. 

A feeling of dread consumed Mia. 

“I think we should turn back.”

“Yeah…it's a bit eerie here,” Cadence agreed.

As they turned to walk back in the direction from which they came, the wooden door swung open with a loud smack and a man with two-toned hair styled in a mohawk stumbled out. He scratched his crotch, much to their dismay, then noticed them; a wide grin graced his face.

“Hey!” He shouted. “You ladies lost!” 

Mia did not care if she was being rude or not, she grabbed Cadence by the hem of her shirt and yanked her along. It took her no time at all to catch on. 

The two took off in a run up the beach, not stopping until they were back on the tourist side. Both were out of breath. Mia collapsed in the sand and chuckled. 

“Fuck me, that was scary.”

“I thought he was going to chase after us,” Cadence agreed. She sat down beside her sister, burying her feet in the sand.

Their brush with danger left them in a state of unease and humor. Once Mia started laughing, so too did Cadence. Neither of them was eager to leave the boardwalk after that. 

–

The second night on the job was much more productive. An hour into it, Mia already consulted a group of people. She was lively, feeling the euphoric energy from each person she touched. Not a single one of them put her on edge. 

It was a good night.

With a short break, she bought herself a soft pretzel and returned to her post near the carousel. The soft buttery dough made her moan in satisfaction as she took a much-needed bite. Concession food was a guilty pleasure, one of the only reasons she enjoyed braving the cluster of people they drew in.

Each summer until his unfortunate death, her father would take her and Cadence to the Dekalb County Fair. It was packed with locals, but Mia would suck up her anxiety just for a taste of funnel cakes and other deep-fried foods. 

They tried to go a year after he died, but it was not the same, and the risk of reading someone from the same town made her anxiety about crowds worse. It felt therapeutic to once again taste concession food.

Mia was so engrossed with her food that she did not notice someone walk up to her until they cleared their throat, drawing her attention. She swallowed hard and eyed a man dressed all in black with platinum blonde hair. 

“Can I help you?” She asked softly. 

“Can you?” He deflected. “That would depend on if you are the psychic or not.”

Mia understood. She shook her head.

“Yeah. That's me.” 

The man in black looked at her in skepticism. 

“You don't look like a fortune teller,” he pointed out. “Where is your crystal ball?”

Mia snorted. “I'm not that type of seer.”

She realized that she did not fit the image. Once it got dark, she changed into a fishnet crop top with a black tank under it. On her right hand, she wore matching sun and moon rings, if that counted for anything.

Mia wiped the salt off her fingers onto her jeans and reached out her hand to him.

“Curious? I won't disappoint. Gloves off please.” 

The blond grinned. Sliding off his leather glove, he took her hand. Immediately Mia was engulfed in a vision, but what she saw brought heat to her face. His future had her in it. She saw herself on her stomach on a canopied bed, bare from the waist down as he loomed over her, thrusting into her from behind. And she was loving it; his name slipped from her mouth in a breathless moan. 

Mia yanked her hand back and held it tight against her chest. The embarrassed look on her face thrilled the blond. 

“What did you see?”

Fuck. How was she supposed to explain that? Never in her life had she ever seen herself in someone else's past, present, or future. It was a lot to take in. 

“It…wasn't clear,” Mia lied. “There's no need to pay me.”

He was not buying her lie. Tilting his head to the side, he narrowed his eyes. 

“I thought you didn't disappoint.”

“Look. I'm sorry, David, but it's sometimes beyond my control,” Mia fumed. 

He caught her in a lie. David grinned. 

“I didn't tell you my name.”

Shit. Mia paled. She tried to come up with an excuse, but she could not think of one fast enough. Her face began to race.

“It's hard to–”

“There's one of those little rude bitches,” a voice interjected.

Mia ignored David for a moment and turned her curious eyes toward the familiar man with two-toned hair; the guy from the creepy hut. Her eyes widened in fear. He was with two others; a guy with shaggy brown hair and a woman in a denim jacket. 

“You owe my friend an apology,” sneered the woman. 

“Better apologize,” David rejoined. 

His voice brought goosebumps to her skin. It was like he was in her ear, whispering to her. Mia shook her head. 

“For what? I did nothing wrong,” she argued.

“For not answering me,” the guy with the two-toned hair retorted. “I asked a question and you ignored it. Yous two bitches turned and ran after walkin’ upon our hut.” 

Mia tightened her jaw. Who was he? King of the Beach?

“My sister and I weren't trying to be rude,” she denied. “You scared us and we ran. We didn't know your hut was there, or else we would have turned around before the bend.” 

The woman chuckled. “Awe. She was scared.” 

“I can give her something to be scared about,” added the brunette. He reached down and lewdly grabbed the seat of his pants. 

Mia swallowed hard and backed up into David, who stood by watching in amusement. She peered up at him in fear as if begging for his help.

“There's no reasoning with them,” he stated with a grin. His tone was drawn out and laced with jest. “Better run.”

Slipping his gloved hand into hers, David turned her around and yanked her forward. Together they ran. 

Mia could hardly hear the shouts of protest from the trio behind her as her heart hammered in her ears. For a moment, she swore that everyone but David vanished. It was like slow motion; lights from the rides streaked past her eyes like headlights on the interstate. She could hardly breathe, and when her vision cleared, she was standing beneath a section of the boardwalk on the beach. 

How did I–

“Look at me,” David ordered. The cool bite of his gloves soothed her heated face as he tilted her head back. The lights that broke through the cracks in the wood cast an ethereal glow on him. “Breathe.” 

Mia took a deep, uneasy breath. She watched David grin in response. 

“What's your name?”

“It's Maria,” she uttered. 

David repeated her name out loud and stared into her dazed eyes. He could feel her heart rate increase as her blood rushed through her body. It was tantalizing. He wet his lips, yearning to taste her. She could easily be just another pretty face on a ‘missing’ poster, but he wanted to know what she had seen when she touched him. What made the blood rush to her cheeks in such a taunting way? 

“What did you see tonight, Maria?” He asked.

She swallowed hard. The memory of David fucking her brought heat to her face. Mia averted her eyes.

“Who were those people? You said they couldn't be reasoned with.”

David tightened his jaw. Whatever psychic guard she had up was preventing him from mesmerizing her. He doubted force would work on her either, or be nearly as fun. He'd have to try something else. 

“Maggots like them seldom can,” he answered. Humans, he meant. “They're Surf Nazis, self-proclaimed kings of the beach, and you made an enemy of them.”

David tutted, then added. “They're gonna hunt you down.” 

Surf Nazis. Mia raised a brow. As if her thoughts had suddenly become much clearer, she remembered the events that just occurred. 

“My sister is on the boardwalk. I have to find her.”

David frowned. While he learned that she was legit, he did not get the information he wanted out of her. It gnawed at him like an insect for some reason. The vision was probably insignificant, but he wanted to know. 

Parting from him, Mia backed up. 

“Thank you, but I have to go.”

Before she turned, David grabbed her arm. Mia peered at him in confusion, but she did not seem to pick up anything about him. Then he remembered what she had said: gloves off. They needed to be touching directly for her ability to work. He released her.

“Meet me here tomorrow night.”

She wasn't sure why, but she agreed. Forcing her eyes off the stranger, she sprinted back onto the boardwalk.

David curled his nose in irritation. 

“Don't keep me waiting, Maria.”

Or else he might hunt her down, too.

[froggyart]

I'm Thirsty!

Part 1

(a fem Kuro vampire fic :)

“My lady, do we really have to do this?” Sebby said with her head in her hands as the carriage pulled up to the manor house of Lord Sullivan.

It was the middle of autumn and Sebby knew that nothing good would come of this night, but she would do anything for Lord Sullivan and his fascination with all things witchcraft.

“Oh, come on, Seb. It’s All Hallows Eve! The night is still young, and we are going to have fun! Chin up!” Her Lady, who wasn’t fond of parties herself, protested. 

The only time Cielle was happy about any social gathering was if it was some kind of humiliation tactic to slander another noble's name; and tonight there was surely going to be some poor old sap that gets chosen to become the lamb to their slaughter.

“Plus you can see Fram again! I know how you two are with each other~”

“Master! Stop it, I already told you, there is nothing going on with me and her.”

’And if there was, you wouldn’t even know about it.’

Sebby denied, as the carriage came to a halt.

“Oh, We’re here!” 

“Tonight is going to be fun!”

“If you say so…”

“Oh don’t be so gloomy!” 

“I really hope there isn’t any blood this time.” Cielle murmured to herself, with a now serious look painting her face. 

She recounted the last time Sullivan held a party like this, it was the night of the full blood moon, and Sebastainne was on her “visit with her aunt flow, parting the red sea” if you will.

The last thing she wants is another incident like the blood moon incident.

“Hey you aren’t on your, y’know “red dragon blood ritual”, right?”

“My Lady, if you are inquiring about my period…no, that ship has already sunk.” 

SIGH 

“That’s good!” 

When they stepped into the manor they were greeted by a short charming Doctor Frankenstein and his monster. 

“Cielle! You made it!” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

“You made sure, vampy was not visiting her ‘aunt flow’ tonight, right?” Sullivan whispered nervously, looking back at the taller woman dressed as the wife of Frankenstein’s monster.  

“No need to worry, she reassured me there was no blood moon incident, this time.” 

Siegmunde let out a sigh of relief not having to worry about anybody having their heads on spikes for a demanted blood ritual.

As the two masters talked and discussed their week, their two maids also did the same, but instead of talking about their week and normal stuff, they talked about…

“And how is your neck feeling, Fram?”

“Oh, it’s been quite well, my blood levels have returned to normal, and I am not deathly pale anymore.” 

“Oh, that’s good. I was worried when we last met. I took a lot of blood from you; and you almost looked as though you were on your deathbed.” 

“You needn’t worry about me, my love, I’m perfectly fine!”

“Ok, just don’t scare me like that.” 

As the two talked they lost sight of time and by the time they were done, Sebastainne had grown quite thirsty and required something delicious to quench her thirst, maybe the blood of a certain former army lieutenant.

And so they went into a quieter spot in the courtyard and began to make out.

Slowly Sebastainne kissed her lover, until she reached her neck. As she prepared to take a bite,

“There you two are!” Siegmunde called out in relief, he looked as if another blood moon incident had occurred.

“Mein Herr, I…um-”

“I don’t care that you were making out with your Freunde Wolfram.” Siegmunde said unphased

“Right now, I need your help with something, Sebastainne!”

“What is it?” 

“Cielle got into the…um…erm…how do I say this…die…uhhh, it’s better if you just come with me!”

And like that Sebastainne picked Siegmund up Siegmunde and rushed to the ballroom. 

There, they saw Cielle hanging from the ceiling upside down on the chandelier with white ghost-like eyes and sickly pale corpse-like skin, with her Sherlock Holmes costume bloodied.

“Uhhh…?”

Sebastainne looked at Siegmund, looking for a somewhat reasonable explanation for this madness.

“Heh, Ouija board…”

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT MESSING WITH THAT STUFF ON THE DAY WHERE YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY NOT BE MESSING WITH IT!?” Sebastainne shook Siegmunde.

“Always have salt and holy water prepared, heh?” Siegmunde chuckled nervously; it was true that Sebby had warned them of such dangers but did both masters ever heed the words of the vampire? Come to think of it, has anybody ever heeded the words of a vampire?!

(This is a lesson that the two would definitely remember until they do another party involving ghouls and the underworld.)

“I promise, I’ll never do it on Halloween, ever again! Just please help, she’s ruining my good ceiling with her blood covered clothes.” 

In spite of everything that’s going on, that was what Siegmunde cared about the most?! The ceiling?! 

Sebastainne thought to herself, but as she began to look closely, she noticed that there was a devilish symbol on the ceiling.

SIGH 

“This whole place is a huge summoning circle, isn’t it?”

“Hey, how did you know!” Siegmunde exclaimed proudly

“Are you mad at me, Sebby?”

“No, I’m Just disappointed.” Sebastainne sighed, shaking her head.

“Ok, Fram…Fram…Wolf-Ahh!”

She took her eyes off her lover for one second and her master has already taken her hostage as some kind of demonic sacrifice.

“This is another blood moon incident!” Siegmunde dreaded

It took a few hours to get Cielle from the ceiling, and it took even more time to get her back to normal, before they knew it everyone attending the ball had died and it was already morning, this did turn out like the blood moon incident but minus the cat tower. 

I guess the moral of the story is, NEVER LET SIEGMUNDE HOST HALLOWEEN PARTIES!

(Unless you want everyone to die and have a possessed Sherlock Holmes on your ceiling…)

“Y’know, I am still thirsty~” A blood and vomit covered vampire maiden said to her now slightly traumatized lover.

“Oh, Richt! We never got to feed you!” Fram said, cuddling her smaller lover.

Sebastainne looked at her lover and back at their masters and thought, ‘it will only take a few minutes, what can he do in the time it takes for me to get a drink?’ 

“Maybe another time, darling.”

Then again they just spent the whole night exercising demons, ghouls, and other unholy creatures from the immortal plains.

“I insist!” Fram said determined. Sebastainne knew better than to argue with her lover on this, she knew once Frames mind was made up you could never change it.

“My lady, me and Framy are going to go get the bath prepared for both of you, alright?” 

“K.” 

“We both know this is a way of you both sneaking off to do gay vampire/human things with each other so just go! I’ll tell Hildegrim(Hilde) to prepare the baths, meanwhile go and eat or have s*x, I don’t know, just go!”

“Have WHAT!?”

“Oh Cielle, don’t be so surprised.”

“I’m not! I just think that a boy your age shouldn’t know what that is, heh…”

Cielle said, playing with her now blood soaked bluenette hair. She had always been uncomfortable when that word was mentioned or if any innuendo of the subject was brought up, especially when it had to do with her maid, she knew Sebby was quite the charmer and that many men and women would want her in their private chambers. She just did not wish to hear about it, especially not from someone three years younger than her!

“Oh, don’t be such a sissy, Cielle!” 

“I’m not!”

“Ja, you are!”

“Nein!”

“Ja!”

“Nein!”

“Ja!” 

As they argued they didn’t notice that the two things that were the main subject of their argument had slipped off to a quiet place in the servants quarters where they had undressed themselves and prepared a calming bath just for them, and them alone.

“Now, are you ready?”

“Ja! Come und bite me!” Fram said, removing her platinum blonde hair from her hard rough skin that had been turned soft from the hot water and the steam, for Sebastainne to easily bite into and suck her delicious plasma filled nectar, that she had been craving all night, and more.   

To Be Continued…

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Finally going to share this gem I found in my docs tehe

I might make a part 2 if i want to, who knows.

[themuseandantarctica]

* 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏

sentence starters from christopher isherwood’s novel a single man. change however necessary.

tw: death, drugs, age gaps (between adults, no pedo.philia), some n.sfw text

i'm afraid of being rushed.

why? why? is it some cosmic entity, some arch-tyrant who tries to blind us to his very existence by setting us against our natural allies, the fellow victims of his tyranny?

such questions are hard to take seriously. they seem so academic.

intolerable old [name], always absolutely in the right, and crazy.

oh well, i expect it'll last our time.

the question "is this playacting or does he really hate us?" never occurs to them.

put them back, now! back! put them back!

i never hear the noise children make -- just as long as it's a happy noise.

do they know that they are afraid? no. but they are very afraid.

among many other kinds of monster, they are afraid of little me.

even when they are geniuses in spite of it, their masterpieces are invariably warped.

[name] wasn't a substitute for anything. and there is no substitute for [name], if you'll forgive my saying so, anywhere.

would you possibly be free tonight?

poor man, living there all alone. he has a kind face.

idiots -- fooled them again!

what is he up to?

these people are not amusing. they should never be dealt with amusingly. they understand only one language: brute force.

but does [name] want to be obeyed? doesn't he prefer to be defied so he can go on killing and killing -- since all these people are just vermin and the more of them that die the better?

no time to worry about that now.

it is a slander to say that they are identical.

the only ism i believe in is abstract expressionism.

is this some supersubtlety?

let's see if that old robot'll know the difference.

will any of them make it? oh, sure. one, at least. two or three at most.

you're always paying.

[name] wanted me to ask you, sir -- we were wondering if you could manage to get out to us again before too long?

won't this keep happening to him all through his life? won't he keep getting himself involved in the wrong kind of game, the kind of game he was never born to play, against an opponent who is quick and clever and merciless?

sorry, sir -- i lost you for a minute there.

they look as if they were ready at any minute to switch from studying to ditchdigging or gang fighting.

she has the look of a divorcee.

how can i impress, flatter or otherwise con this cantankerous old thing into giving me a good grade?

i must say, i don't see how anyone can pretend to be interested in a novel when he doesn't even stop to ask himself what its title means.

it's not much fun being beautiful for ever and ever, when you can't even wake up and look at yourself in a mirror.

well, what does [name] want them to say it's about? they'll say it's about anything he likes, anything at all.

wow! i don't dig that jazz.

what do we need eternity for, anyway?

the stupidest text in the bible is, 'they hated me without a cause.'

a minority is only thought of as a minority when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority, real or imagined.

it's better if we admit to disliking and hating them than if we try to smear our feelings over with pseudo-liberal sentimentality.

why, you wouldn't recognize love if you met it! you'd suspect love!

well, after all, what else can you expect?

is this sheer idiocy or slyness?

i keep remembering that beautiful accent. it's like music.

i have to go down to the book shop.

you don't have any of those capsules left now, do you?

i bet, even if you had seen god, you wouldn't tell us.

someone has to ask you a question before you can answer it. but it's so seldom you find anyone who'll ask the right questions. most people aren't that much interested…

a place where the police are angels has to be an insane asylum.

the not-understanding, the readiness to remain at cross-purposes, is in itself a kind of intimacy.

isn't it some tiny satisfaction to be of use, instead of helping to turn out useless consumer goods?

just the same, it is a deadly bore and, to be frank, a wee bit distasteful.

want to go? we might ask him some awkward questions.

now we have with us a far more terrible fear, the fear of survival.

[name] stood me up. talk to me.

they're being cheated out of their childhood. they're being turned into junior consumers!

how can you talk such incredible nonsense?

that fills them with fury and loathing because they can never understand it.

essentially we're creatures of spirit. our life is all in the mind.

the nurses at the reception desk are pleasant, too. they don't fuss you with a lot of questions.

i am woman. i am bitch-mother nature. the church and the law and the state exist to support me.

i was screaming. they heard me clear down the hall.

it seems as if they can't bear to leave anything the way it used to be.

where's that fucking nurse?

if you'll just step outside for a moment. this won't take any time at all.

did she mean goodbye?

it will be a good christmas, the merchants predict.

i am alive, i am alive!

you old ass, who are you trying to seduce?

there is always an atmosphere of leisureliness in this place.

these things just kill me. man!

nobody is bitchy here, or ill-tempered, or inquisitive.

even up here, they are building dozens of new houses. this area is getting suburban.

the supermarket is still open; it won't close till midnight.

who says i have to be brave? who depends on me now? who cares?

look -- is it too late to change my mind? about tonight?

who can it be at this hour?

they might notice something queer about me, and you'd feel ashamed.

hey -- you can't die here! ain't this heaven?

the author gets slightly vague, so i've had to improvise a bit. i mean, he doesn't come right out and say so, but i have a suspicion that one's supposed to make it with human flesh. actually, i've used leftovers from a joint…

i've already made two new year's resolutions -- only they're effective immediately. the first is, i'm going to admit i loathe bourbon.

you know, i sometimes think, about you, whenever you do something really sweet, you're ashamed of it afterwards!

how many times, when [name] and i came to visit you -- sulking, avoiding each other's eyes, talking to each other only through you -- did you somehow bring us together again by the sheer power of your unawareness that anything was wrong?

he has made up his mind, really and truly. he wants a complete break.

i know you think he hasn't behaved well to me, [name]. i don't blame you for thinking that.

i betrayed you, [name]; i betrayed our life together.

i keep wondering just when it began to go wrong.

so here we are, just the two of us. just you and me.

i mean, until i've done that, i won't feel everything's really over. you have to do something to convince yourself.

i never wanted to live alone, [name].

how can you pretend you don't love it? and you miss it -- you wish you were back there -- you know you do.

i'm not sure how i should like that part of it.

whatever you say about it, darling, you always make it sound so marvelously romantic.

what's the harm? it's fun. it adds a new dimension to being drunk.

[name] not enjoying himself? he was having the ball of his life!

we were always making plans like that. we hardly ever told other people about them, even you. maybe that was because we knew in our hearts they were crazy.

no, [name], cross my heart, i am honestly not being bitchy!

feeling guilty's no reason for staying or going. the point is, do you want to go?

i think i shall go back, [name]. i dread it -- but i'm beginning to think i really shall.

i had to tell her at once, right after it happened. otherwise, i'd have been so afraid she'd find out for herself, in some uncanny way, and that would have been too shaming.

the past is just something that's over.

i can't stand anymore indecision. i've got to burn my boats, this time.

i should hate so to leave you, [name].

we could get drunk and earn money at the same time.

do women ever stop trying?

you are drunk. oh, you stupid old thing, how dare you get so drunk?

oh, the bloody battles and the sidewalk vomitings!

seashells are still less easy to find here than discarded rubbers.

it was nothing. only a poem.

but imagine your happening to pick on this particular bar!

do you really think i'd be such an idiot as to try to buy drinks for a minor?

you could invite him to stay the night at your place. tell him you'll drive him back in the morning.

you can talk about anything and change the subject as often as you like.

that's the trouble. i don't know what is important and what isn't.

the past doesn't really matter to most kids my age. when we talk like it does, we're just being polite.

maybe i will. maybe i'll get mad at you.

if you and i are no different, what do we have to give each other? how can we ever be friends?

whatever made me tell you all that? am i drunk or something?

i, personally, have gotten steadily sillier and sillier and sillier.

well, i'm not bluffing -- so what are we waiting for? you weren't bluffing, were you?

that's enough for now!

they ought not to let you out on your own, ever. you're liable to get into real trouble.

don't be an idiot. you'd get pneumonia.

you don't even have a cat or a dog or anything?

i believe you've discovered the secret of the perfect life!

getting married? no. that's out.

i don't believe you're that much interested whether i marry [name] or not. i think you want to ask me something different.

so now she's called the whole thing off?

you aren't exactly sober, if you don't mind my saying so.

and now get me another drink.

i suppose you've decided i'm a dirty old man?

don't you have a glimmering of how i must feel -- longing to speak?

the point is -- here am i and here are you -- and for once, there' s no one to disturb us.

it's the enormous tragedy of everything nowadays: flirtation. flirtation instead of fucking, if you'll pardon my coarseness.

thought maybe i'd better split, after all.

that was great, this evening. let's do it again, shall we? or don't you believe in repeating things?

quick -- we need a substitute!

yes, i am crazy. that is my secret; my strength. and i'm about to get much crazier.

what if [name] has been scared off? what if he doesn't come back?

this is where he found [name]. he believes he will find another [name] here. he doesn't know it, but he has started looking already.

but is all of [name] altogether present here?

how can such a variety of creatures coexist at all?

both will have to be carted away and disposed of, before too long.

[teaandsconeswrites]

Blame It on the Fire-Water (TartaLi/ZhongChi/ZhongChiLi)

A short oneshot based on the prompt request from my Twitter ‘A Drunken Kiss’

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"Another one, Zhongli!" Childe slurs, waving his glass of Snezhnayan fire-water over Zhongli's sofa in a worrying manner. "Or do you finally give up?" He punctuates his sentence with a hiccup, swaying like the willowy branches of a sandbearer tree in the breeze.

It's the first time Childe has returned to Liyue since the Osial mission, and after leaping from his ship and marching up to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, he'd challenged Zhongli to a duel to first blood.

Zhongli had no intention of drawing any blood, especially not on his tailored and freshly pressed shirt, and so had promptly declined.

In place of a duel, with a charming smile and a roguish wink, Childe had managed to drag him into a fire-water drinking contest, and a near-empty bottle now sits on the table next to them.

The drink isn’t terrible, not too strong on the taste buds yet leaving a pleasant after-warmth, and Zhongli could enjoy several more glasses tonight.

The same cannot be said for Childe who, attempting to place his glass on the table, ends up spilling half of it over the intricately-woven rug a Sumerian scholar had gifted him during a visit.

Zhongli winces. His poor rug doesn't deserve this treatment.

"My present glass satisfies me currently," he says, nodding to his notably upright glass on the table.

"Alright, but you better drink that. I'm watching you." Childe stares at him seriously before throwing his head back in a raucous cackle. "Ah, Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhongli… You know, I was kinda mad about that whole scheme you pulled off before. But now"—he pauses to refill his glass—"I must say I'm impressed."

Childe grips the fire water, flailing the cup ominously over the rug again, and Zhongli pries it from his grasp and sets it down. Childe doesn't seem to notice.

"It is pleasing to hear that our relationship need not be soured by the event," says Zhongli. "Your company can be replaced by no other."

"Huh, me too." Childe leans back, folding his hands behind his head. "You must be the only person who'd say that in this whole damn city right now."

"Your slander of my nation aside, I am glad that you deemed my company desirable enough to be worth returning to, despite the current hostilities."

"Ha, I guess you can say that."

"Hm, then I shall consider it a compliment to be treasured. It is good to see you again, Childe."

Zhongli is not drunk—he does *not* get drunk—but the room seems warmer than before and his body thrums with a certain eagerness at Childe's words. The heat around his collar intensifies further as Childe leans in, resting his hand atop Zhongli's.

"By the way," Childe drops his voice to a dramatic whisper, "there's something you've always made me want to do with you."

"I have no intention of duelling you."

"Nooo, not that. Come here." Without waiting for a response Childe leans in, hiccuping into Zhongli's ear. "I'll tell you, but it's a secret, between you and me."

"Very well. You have me intrigued."

Childe chuckles, cheeks reddening more than the alcohol can be held accountable for and, hand wrapping around to brush Zhongli's nape, he presses his lips to Zhongli's.

It's soft, surprisingly tender, and a little sloppy, but not at all unwelcome, and Zhongli reciprocates, the taste of fire water and light citrus on his tongue as they sink into each other, unspoken apologies and long-held regrets woven into the interlocking of their lips.

Zhongli's heart pounds as Childe pulls back, grinning wider than Zhongli has ever seen him. "I'm glad we met again, xiansheng," he says, then slides his arms around Zhongli's back, face collapsing into Zhongli's neck.

Ah. It would appear he is a hugger.

Not quite used to these human gestures of affection, Zhongli pats Childe's back fondly. "The feeling is entirely mutual."

Childe doesn't answer, his weight slumped entirely into Zhongli.

"Childe? Are you feeling well?"

Two muffled snores answer him.

With a chuckle, Zhongli takes a moment to enjoy the quiet intimacy of Childe's body against his.

They can speak more on this when the morning comes.

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Idk how many of my zhongchili people are still active here as I abandoned this blog for so long, but if people are interested for me to open prompt lists for requests here too, let me know and I can definitely cross post whenever I do them from Twitter. If not I’ll just keep cross posting the ones I get from Twitter here instead. 😊

[singsweetmelodies]

just wanted to say that your charlos tags on the notp post were a WHOLE ASS MOOD

like i can't deny the chemistry because i'd have a lifetime supply of smoothies from the level of 🍓🍊🍌🥝🍇 in those c2 videos. but i just cannot indulge in it whatsoever

i can't even point to a specific moment that turned me from 'oh they have a fun teammate dynamic!' to a full-blown hater ('hater' is a bit strong but close enough) but it must've been something to do with the fans...

anyways, just wanted to express my gratitude for those tags. nice to know that i'm not alone

darling anon!! thank you so much for this ask - and oh, bestie, you are definitely not alone. you are so not alone, and i am actually hugging you rn, because it's always fab to find someone who agrees with your ship opinion 👌 sorry to the charlos fans out there, but it just can't be for us. #rip

and that third paragraph of yours - ah, man, i feel you so much. i also used to genuinely enjoy their teammate dynamic a lot (loved watching the c2 challenges, etc etc.) and i also can't quite point to a specific moment when this changed? but i do know the general themes about it, and since i had an incredibly long exhausting day at work today, i'm quite in the mood to rant about them. i will do so under the cut, though, lmao, because goodness knows i'm in a petty mood tonight.

any and all passionate charlos or just carlos sainz fans - please do not click on the readmore, because i'm not going to be terribly nice to your fav here, i'm afraid 🙃

so for me, when i first got into f1, it wouldn't have been inaccurate to say that i kinda loved carlos sainz. i loved the carlando/mclaren videos, and i loved the c2 challenges. he's funny, and he's pretty, and he has a cute dog, and he drives for ferrari... what more could you want?

the thing is, though. i am a charles girlie first and foremost. even though i liked carlos, he was never on the same level as charles for me. especially not in terms of driving - because, well, just look at the start of the 2022 season. enough said.

what started getting to me was that group of passionate carlos fans (the carlos girlies) who seemed to seriously think that carlos is a better driver than charles. they would slander charles and call him an inconsistent/reckless driver, while saying carlos was so much better. obviously, this rubbed me up quite the wrong way. and then at the same time, i was seeing carlos on my screen giving interviews where he would insist that if he'd had a few more laps, he would have overtaken max's red bull. like... i'm sorry, but that was never going to happen. in any world. pffft. (my thoughts at this point went: arrogant! he thinks he's better than he actually is.)

so that got me to like carlos himself a little less, which obviously has an influence on the ship as a whole. i mean, it would be hard to like a ship if you only really like one of the two partners in it, right? right? this is what i've always thought, anyway... except that a lot of charlos shippers seem to like carlos a lot more than charles. which is to say: in so many of their fics/characterisations, it's all glorifying carlos, while charles is essentially his arm candy with all the character depth of a rather pretty paper cutout. less than ideal...

the last thing, and perhaps the pettiest of all, lmao, is just that i'm incredibly possessive and insane about piarles. i acknowledge it. in fact, i fully own it. they are my ship, and i want them and only them to be endgame, always. now, obviously i don't expect everyone to agree with me 😂😂 but i don't particularly want to be seeing any content on my dash that features charles/anyone other than pierre as an endgame ship. and charlos usually is portrayed as an endgame ship/they're meant for each other etc. etc. well, sorry. to me, charles is meant for pierre, and pierre only. charlos is out. the end 🫶

[goatsandgangsters]

episode 8: hm. interesting. 

here are all the liveblogs together in one place 

I’m going to cry by the end. the only question that remains is, will they be the cathartic tears of a well-done tragedy, or will they be tears of rage because they slandered my man (NARRATOR VOICE AFTER THE FACT: IT WAS NEITHER, THEY DID NOT CRY AT ALL) 

I’m waiting for my dinner to cook rn before I start and saying it now: since the last one ended with Aleksander wounded by the Cut on his back, this episode should open with an upward shot and then younger Baghra coming into frame saying “Aleksander…” and then wideshot reveal of a young boy with his leg almost Cut clean off, soaking wet and unconscious in the snow at the side of a lake. I’m saying it now, so that if it doesn’t happen, you can all be like “oh yeah they totally should have done that” and if my some miracle this does happen, you can all take me to Atlantic City to win my fortune tonight

I’m not going to Atlantic City tonight but I should be, because I’m right

ANYWAY KAZ GIVING NIKOLAI HIS CANE. kaz giving a) a mobility device that he genuinely needs and symbolically even more b) something that is very much part of his persona that he has crafted as a way of hiding anything that would be perceived as a weakness by others, to an injured person he BARELY KNOWS. this is somehow the most strikingly intimate gesture that has ever happened, ever, at any point in the entire grishaverse. Kazolai lives!!!

I REALLY LIKE Nadia and Adrik squalling together!

am I gonna get to see Nikolai deepthroat a shadow tendril at any point in this episode or—

“Make them redraw all the maps” is a really good character-specific line, I like it

this is all happening……… very early in the episode. what, uh, what’s left? WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO?????

“THE WORLD DOESN’T NEED A SAINT TO PROTECT IT, IT NEEDS A MONSTER” THANK YOU!!!!! I HAVE ALWAYS MAINTAINED THAT “MAKE ME YOUR VILLAIN” SHOULD BE READ AS A PROMISE, NOT A THREAT. A PROMISE TO ALWAYS DO THE HARD THING, ALWAYS BE HATED, ALWAYS TAKE THE FALL, ALWAYS BE REVILED. BECAUSE IF HE’S NOT THERE TO BE THE VILLAIN, SOMEONE ELSE WILL NEED TO BE SCAPEGOATED

me, pausing the episode: “make me your villain” should be a promise. me, unpausing the episode: “let me be your monster” oH. SEE. WE’RE DOING THE THING I JUST SAID.

me sitting here in a state of shock because every single word coming out of Aleksander Morozova’s mouth is everything that I have ever wanted him to be allowed to say in canon. HERE IT IS. THE REAL MEAT OF DARKLINA ARGUMENTS. I have written an entire 100k AU of Ruin and Rising juST TO LET THEM HAVE ARGUMENTS LIKE THIS. this is exactly the shit I have ALWAYS WANTED canon to let him say

hold on, I need to pause for a bit. the aforementioned dinner I was cooking has been sitting next to me getting cold because I completely forgot it was here.

after the beginning of episode 6, I asked Kara point blank, how sympathetic is his death scene. and I agree with the answer that I got which was, better on his end, not as much from Alina, and I was sort of prepared to Hate That. but I will say. I liked that more than I thought I would? I am disappointed that I didn’t get Alina stabbing him and then holding him in her arms and sobbing on him while he dies, because I think that is BEAUTIFUL poignant death and frankly it’s a damn shame we aren’t going to get to see these two phenomenal actors do that.

more than that, I’m disappointed I didn’t get to hear “don’t let me be alone” or “someone to mourn me” because those two lines FUCKING DESTROY me every goddamn time. I did quietly moan “nooooo” at the “blue sky” and start to tear up. but I will say, I didn’t cry? and his death in Ruin and Rising DID make me cry. so, could have been more gutting (in a good way) than it was, but I still think it gave him a fair shake about it? mostly because every single line of pre-death dialogue is EXACTLY what I have ALWAYS WANTED and what I have written entire lengthy fics specifically to explore. so that’s my two cents. intellectually I agree with him, emotionally I should have Felt More. it all seemed a little anticlimactic. 

also disappointed that I’m not going to see Nikolai deepthroat a shadow tendril. come on, that’s a VERY necessary part of canon. (my darkolai jokes aside, it IS important though. how’s king of scars gonna…… have scars? what, are they just gonna be METAPHORICAL?)

what the fuck are we doing for the next 50 minutes?????????

I did think for a moment they were going to do the brave thing and leave Mal dead. but I am…… curious to find out what exactly is Off. bc something is Off.

the twins sitting with Nikolai and his broken little “Dominik…” W E H   :((((((((((((

so we really never put Paddy and Ben on screen at the same time, huh. I won as a Dominikolai, But At What Cost

“Once the world stops looking at her with gratitude, they’ll start to wonder if she’s outstayed her welcome” oh my god are we actually doing an “Alina is unfairly vilified despite her trying her hardest, thus causing her to realize what smart people (me) have known all along: That The Darkling Was Right” arc?

OH COME ON WE CAN’T HAVE KILLED DAVID THIS EARLY. WHAT THE FUCK. UNFAIR. but also. like. until I see a body……………. oh, no, we’re seeing Ring Designs, he’s dead. fuck. you don’t gutpunch like that for someone who’s alive. PROVE ME WRONG I HOPE, BUT.

Really thought Nikolai was about to deliver a eulogy, not a motivational speech. Give me a single, single darkolai crumb, I beg of you. Nikolai standing there keeping vigil is ALL I’M GONNA GET I GUESS

THERE’S A BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. IF YA KNOW, YA KNOW!!!!

okay but what the fuck are we doing for the next 30 minutes

SDFGHDSKGJSDFHGKJDSHG I KNOW NIKOLAI HAS SOMEONE ELSE STANDING IN FOR STURMHOND WHILE HE’S BUSY BEING KING, BUT IS THAT PERSON REALLY GONNA BE MAL? oh uNEXPECTED, that’s fun

Mal wanting to go off on a journey of self-discovery without Alina is not something I expected, but I actually like that we’re addressing…. how Mal has no existence in the narrative outside of Alina and we decided to say “what if we actually tackle that and do something with it.” never would have expected it, I’ll be honest I think it’s a good move? I do think leaving Mal dead would have been The Bravest Choice to really drive home the notions of cost and sacrifice, but this is an interesting tact to take

awwwwwww Kaz quietly looking into what happened to Inej’s brother. “MY BROTHER IS NEVER COMING BACK, YOURS STILL CAN” OH I’M IN PAIN. OH SHE PRAYS FOR JORDIE, OH. how is THAT the moment that finally got A Tear To Fall and not. you know. The Death of My Fave or The Funeral of My Fave?

ohhhhh Kaz is trying SO HARD, he is trying! so hard!

I’ve never been on Inej’s side with the “have you without armor” if I’m honest. but they both did that scene SO well. Freddy in particular really is the absolute stand-out actor this season

I CANNOT BELIEVE MAL IS THE FAKE STURMHOND. WEIRDLY I LOVE THAT?? AND INEJ IS COMING TOO?????? OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY, THAT’S A GROUP! That is a GROUP!

I fucking love the jaunty nautical score every time we have Volkvolny things going on

I DID JUST LAUGH MY ASS OFF A MAL IN THAT COAT. he does not suit Gaudy and Camp the way nikolai does. he does not pull off that look 

oooooh Inej on the rigging oOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH MMMMMMM THAT SHOT OF INEJ ON THE RIGGING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY NIKOLAI WEARING BLACK WITH THE GOLD SUNBURST TRIM IS. DO YOU HEAR THE COLLECTIVE FUCKING CHEER OF APPROVAL FROM EVERY SINGLE DARKOLAI WHO HAS EVER WRITTEN A SUN-SUMMONER-NIKOLAI FIC??????? THAT IS. OKAY!!!!!!!!!! ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ……I may need to edit the, uh, graphic that I made for my Sun Summoner Nikolai AU whenever I have a solid chunk of chapters finished and can commence publication (currently it’s like 20k words, but I want to have the first five chapters fully finished before I start posting)

Wendy I am kissing you on the mouth. MY ONLY DARKOLAI CRUMB, AND IT’S FASHION.

The Apparat’s robe, however, is an abomination. it looks like a Bruins jersey.

oh he’s so fucking cute I love him, I love him, “a strong opening salvo” Paddy’s been great all season but the way he’s maneuvering through witty charm and an intellectual chess game with the apparat is His Most Nikolai Scene To Date, His Best Performance, Peak Nikolai Lantsovism, I am so proud

oh I see, it’s the wound. alas, no deepthroating required. OH I SEE. okay good, I’m glad we’re still getting some form of demon!nikolai, even if it didn’t require sucking shadow tendrils to achieve it. and so my throat goat nikolai lantsov hopes have been dashed upon the rocks—

AWWWWW THE FIGUREHEADS ARE LEANING ON EACH OTHER FOR SUPPORT

“Genya and Zoya are my escorts” I would not have used the word escort, because I am now…. in a very different place. anyway. the hair colors are wrong, but these three are giving PowerPuff Girls though obvi Zoya should be Buttercup

anyway, saying this very belatedly, but THANK GOD ALINA DIDN’T LOSE HER POWERS. you just CAN’T do that. You Cannot Do That. there is NO way to make that work and not have it be awful so I’m glad they just got rid of it

HDFJGKSDHFG HIS LITTLE WINCE GETTING WHACKED ON THE SHOULDER WITH THE THING. anyway I’m feelings about My Boy, good for him, he looks good as king. I mean, right now he looks like a doofus wearing Sankt Grigori like this and the whole getup, but. you know what I mean.

OH DO WE HAVE A PAREM ADDICT IN THE AUDIENCE, THIS LOOKS LIKE WITHDRAWAL. YEP!!!! WE DO HAVE PAREM!!!!!!

WELL THIS IS A MESSY FUCKING CORONATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOOOH CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

literally me watching all these people die: oh god this is such a political nightmare for nikolai, what a headache

ALINA CORRUPTION ARC ALINA CORRUPTION ARC ALINA CORRUPTION ARC !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hehgosghoehg oeheehehehehehehh oho oho her heh eh ehehehehehehehhe

that was an anticlimactic episode overall, but GOOD FUCKING SET UP AT THE END THERE FOR MORE!!!!!

I think overall, I’m very happy with this season? in some ways I’m disappointed because they gave me NOT ONE SINGLE THING from what I was expecting/looking forward to? but I also still liked what they gave me instead??

I should have cried though. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t cry. I wanted them to let Ben rip my heart out a little more. “Someone to mourn me” doesn’t... work if Alina’s not crying even though it’s the line that CARVES MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST, but a “don’t let me be alone” would have set me crying just as much. I DID WANT TO CRY A LITTLE BIT, IN THE GOOD TRAGEDY WAY. and I just didn’t cry. it was still a very sympathetic death scene and I think all of his dialogue was like FINALLY! SAY THAT!!!! but. I mean. I did want a boy, brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity. don’t let me be alone. and then he was gone. 

show death = politically and philosophically better. book death = more emotionally devastating, in a good way. trade-offs I guess???? I really did want to feel more. at least it WAS sympathetic at all, I was worried they were going to take away his right to a sympathetic death scene. but it lacked emotional oomph. 

thank fucking christ they didn’t take away Alina’s powers. you just can’t do it. there is no way. that’s the only real part of her book ending that I think CANNOT work. surprised they broke malina up though, didn’t see that one coming. but I like that Alina doesn’t..... abdicate responsibility and fuck off. it just wouldn’t have fit with this story or this version of the character 

I’m mulling it over still. I DO FUCKING NEED A SEASON 3, STAT. I think there are things that I wanted but I did not get. but there were things that I dreaded that did not happen. and there were things that I didn’t know to even want in the first place that I liked? I liked it more than season 1 by a lot, though. I think it was a lot stronger, and the storytelling itself felt sturdier. 

[hischierdevils]

i better not hear any jack hughes slander tonight 🙏🙏

literally scored two goals tonight. like yeah we lost but jack scored tonight. but we gotta be more in the game tomorrow so we can ACTUALLY clinch.

but i better not see any jack hughes slander.

I missed everything because I went to an ahl game!!! (Comets won btw)

Faithlynn was keeping me updated though and I saw Nico get absolutely destroyed.

Jack had a hatty in my eyes. I didn’t see it but he still did. I’m going to jersey tomorrow so if we clinch I’ll be crying in the prudential center.

[fantasticcloudcreation]

More rambling hehe slander is on rn and I have a headache and I might be having a heart attack but it's probably just this low simmer panic I've been sitting with all night and there's only an hour left and I'm gonna get thru it

You know what? It's fine. I'm surviving. I'm getting paid to be here and maybe I'll hit overtime this week bc of this shift. Nothing matters, I'm not special or important, I'm just another number on the roster, it's fine. There's only an hour left and then I can go relax at the hotel for an hour and come back in the morning :)

I'm gonna get back on track with food + exercise this week, I'm gonna hang out with L and get as much time with him as I can, I won't be so grumpy because none of this even matters, let it go.

I'm skinny and if I stay on top of my shit this week I'll be 105 or lower whenever I find a scale. I'll get to go home for thanksgiving (cold weather + hug my family) and then I might come back to Miami for the next gig, might not, it doesn't matter either way. (Realistically I probably will and it might suck but it might not suck, who knows.) Next year I'll plan ahead to Not be in Florida for the entire fall + winter seasons :)

Everything is fine. I'm surviving. There are worse jobs lmfao. There are better jobs too! Right now I'm here and it's fine! Most days I love my job and it's unfortunate that this gig hasn't had many of those days but you know what, it's fine, none of it matters!!!

Tomorrow will be a better day. Load out is easy, you just take things apart and put them in boxes. There's so many people on this call, I can fuck around and just pretend it's a workout and talk shit with my coworkers and it's gonna be fine.

My phone hasn't died even though I've been on it for almost 10 hours straight, old phone would've been dead twice by now. Even if I had a book or activity it's too dark down here to see anything, I would've had to sit out in the open somewhere on some random box, this is better. I feel like today's shift has been the equivalent of "a watched pot never boils" except you know what, it does eventually boil, and a 12 hour shift with Zero tasks also eventually ends! It's almost time to start packing my shit up and go sit somewhere visible so bossman can tell me when it's over lol.

Life is funny. I feel like I've gotten over something tonight, not sure what exactly. This music is still getting louder, idk how they do it. I feel like my ears hurt even through the earplugs. But it's fine and I'm feeling better than I did when I got here. I also didn't actually cry the entire time! Almost cried once, had a lot of low level panic energy and a big mope, feeling ok right now (maybe bc it's almost over.) I guess the lesson is, no matter how unpleasant the situation, just make yourself as comfortable as possible and wait it out? Nothing lasts forever.

How silly that people pay thousands of dollars to attend this event and I've just been complaining and resisting the entire thing; I'm being paid to be here and I can't even enjoy it ? / But it's not my vibe and I would've never come here if I didn't have work, and now I know not to work it again next year. It's all fine.

I guess there's something to be said about learning how to surrender and accept whatever unpleasant environment you find yourself in, there's a lot of potential for growth if you can meditate your way through it. The music hasn't been terrible and I might've had a better time on a different day (if I wasn't on the clock and I could've done drugs haha)

But, ayy, 9:56. Bossman said expect to get cut around 10 or 11 so it could be any minute now :) maybe I'll pack up and go sit somewhere with less bass resonance; there's not a lot of good options for seating out there but maybe I'll socialize for the last bit of the night.

Whatever. Nothing matters. The bass vibrations feel kinda cool and at least this guy has variety between his songs. Maybe L will come back soon but I know he wants to see John summit so maybe I'll be driving myself home and he'll find another ride, or maybe he'll try to talk me into going over there with him, or maybe we're actually staying until midnight for some reason, who knows, I don't know shit, I'm tired of all of this, I'm just here and I'm just existing. As soon as I can leave this place, I will be. I'm gonna go check in with bossman and see what the deal is about cut times.