#ideas that I'll never finish or even start

[imhyperfixatingrn]

I realized I never posted this!

An Endangered Trio/ Aimrosgi ficlet! (trPangi centric) set around the time Green declared war on Blue. Shortly before the second ball. Smile.

"What if you just opt out of the war?" Aimsey asked, frustration growing in their tone. "What would Bad say if you just didn't participate?"

Pangi paused for a moment, the conversation from yesterday flooding back to his mind. Bad had made it clear to him; that he valued Pangi's opinion on this and that he would backtrack if the pangolin asked him to.

Yet he didn't, didn't even try to tell Bad to back off this conflict. He couldn't even pretend. Not to Bad of all people.

Ros and Aimsey noticed his pause and stared for a moment. "Well?"

He couldn't quite explain it to them, why he didn't voice concerns about the declaration of war... He didn't think people like them experienced the excited thrum of their heart at the word 'war'. He couldn't tell them that he was up all night, his brain occupied with all the enticing ideas of weapons and traps he could make. He couldn't explain the bloodthirst that he lived with.

The only person who understood, who wasn't from Pangi's homeland, was Bad. He saw it in him too, the restlessness and the fidgeting after he hadn't killed anyone in a while, the trigger happiness he got. He saw this same bloodthirst in Bad. The before, full of need and crave, and the after, the satisfaction.

He saw so much of his home in Bad, that it might have been what caused him to feel so loyal, to trust so much. The same connection he felt to Hannah, this deeper understanding.

"Well, I'm not gonna lie..." He started cautiously. Aimsey looked straight at him, and while looking into their eyes it was too hard to admit to the bloodthirst. The same bloodthirst that would be taken out on Aimsey's factionmates. "If my faction goes to war, I'll be there. Front lines... It's kind of what I do."

"It's 'what you do'? Fight in pointless wars?" Aimsey snapped back just as quickly as Pangi finished talking. They didn't seem angry but frustrated and he couldn't fault them for it.

Pangi thought for a moment. "Well yeah... I'm a warrior. And all wars are pointless if you look at it a certain way."

Both Aimsey and Pangi came to an awkward silence that Ros broke mercifully. "Pangi, you told me... I mean..." She turned to Aimsey sheepishly. "He said he likes wars... And um, killing. So I don't think he would... Avoid fighting."

Pangi's heart sank when he met Aimsey's hurt expression. He wanted to jump to reassure them, to assure that his strength would always be used to protect Aimsey. But all those words were worthless when Pangi would probably end up slaughtering their friends, like a machine, like something primal. His body was a weapon, and a weapon wasn't meant to protect.

He lied. He hoped he could manifest it into truth, but in the meantime he lied. Fake it until you make it and all.

"It doesn't matter." Pangi blurted out. "It doesn't matter whether or not I like killing. My priority is to keep you two safe, above all else."

[reminiscentrainclouds]

He's movin' and groovin'.

[monster-noises]

Fffffrustrated with myseeeeeelf AGH I'm just really tired of disappointing myself constantly and never being able to get (enough) work done even when I have all the time in the world

and it makes me legitimately so worried that I'll never be able to accomplish anything because I'm running on an engine that can only go for a few seconds before stalling out and refusing to restart. just a broken down shell of a human man stuck in amateur limbo forever and ever

[iniziare]

Reminder to self when I've done some more writing: Remind people that I'm canon-strict, what that means, and how I guess it means that I'm reclaiming yet another term that has been rendered as being something akin to negative by the masses. Better known as, a... 'lore purist'. Hi, yes, that's me! Hi, hello, my name is Sae, how do you do?

[embroidered-inkwells]

i think people who tend to have ideas for years and years and don't write have to realize that there's never going to be a good time, there's never going to be the perfect words, and the more you over plan, the more unrealistic expectations you set for yourself, and the more difficult it is to live up to those so you end up losing momentum. it's good to have longstanding ideas, lord knows i do, but at some point you have to put words to page, no matter how bad you think they are, or else you'll never tell the story you want to, and instead you'll let it live in your head for the rest of your life. which is fine, but you might surprise yourself if you put it on the page

[karimationkat]

Been having a burnout lately, even drawing sticks is a chore.

I need to get the KO/MT human design done, so that I can finally draw things I wanted to for a half year.

[kitchensinksurrealism]

thumbnail that says "staying in my band until I feel appreciated" and the video is 3 years long

[eraserbread]

Obsessed with your Nanamin ♡ Also obsessed with the idea of our boy being a virgin before he meets his wife so she's his one and only. Wow I wish he was real.

four weeks into dating, and kento's barely even grazed your hand. it's not that he doesn't like you, because he does a little too much. you're all he thinks about -- all he pines and stews over when he's alone.

you two met in the odd space between high school and the thought of university where nanami was finally feeling the toll sorcery was taking on him, only going out once a week to drink his guilt away. it’s there, at dinner with co-workers that he meets you — a mutual friend of his desk mate who had a little too much to drink one night.

now, nineteen-year-old nanami was not the nicest. he drank and spent his sleepless nights staring at walls, begging for a reason, or just purpose.

he has terrible insomnia because he sees the ones he lost to curses every time he closes his eyes. it’s why he left sorcery in the first place. he’s not strong. he’s barely capable of keeping his own head up. call it teenage angst, but nanami will call it his burdensome state.

eighteen year old you was full-spirited and beautiful. you always had friends begging to go out drinking and partying. that year was a whirlwind of nasty hookups, terrible hangovers and love-lust. safe to say, you and kento were complete opposites.

all that to say — opposites do attract, and nanami's been obsessed with you ever since that fateful drunken night.

it was one particular morning date over two cups of strong coffee that you finally poke a little further than the stupid childhood stories and plans for the future. you want him to touch you.

"i won't lie, i've been waiting for you to touch me this whole time." it feels embarrassing to finally say out loud, but you didn't know how many more hints you had to give him.

he stills over his sip of coffee, vibrant hazel eyes going stagnant. you can tell you finally got him -- you sparked a reaction.

that day, as soon as he gets you home, he's pushing you on the bed. nanami's all heavy breaths as he crawls over you in the afternoon light, biting over his bottom lip as he meets your gaze.

"i'll try and be gentle..." he whispers before sliding down and tucking his head under your loose t-shirt. kento fits so perfectly there, purring against your warmth as he kisses up your stomach, lips finding their home against your lower sternum.

you're blushed down to your toes, rocking your knees together under kento's lanky frame. he's got you on lock, left hand finding your wrist against his sheets to hold you there.

you've never been this intimate. he's closer to your heart than you are.

"can you breathe down there?" you whisper, breathing harder when you feel him drag to your left nipple.

"mhm." he responds, vibrating the entirety of your body. he gives your nipple a little experimental lick, stopping to gauge your whining reaction. "breathin' you."

"fuck, kento."

he's blushing so fucking hard when he comes out from under your shirt, golden hair ruffled with static. it gives you something adjacent to cuteness aggression, you just want to kiss him already.

it's missionary that first time -- he hovers over you like a angel, pretty eyes screwed shut as the tip of his cock drags slowly through your slit. it's driving you crazy, all this build-up, but nanami can't stop. he fucking loves the way touching you like this felt, this was enough.

"you won't... it's not gonna hurt me, just do it. put it in." it's your final, desperate plea for more, but he's too caught in his head. he shakes it.

"i can't... i can't cause i'm gonna - I'll finish." he's tucking his cheek into his shoulder, whining low as he guides his tip across your entrance. it dips so perfectly there like it's meant to fit, but he just doesn't do it.

it's actually starting to get annoying.

deep down you have an inkling he doesn't really know what he's doing. but, it's okay because neither do you. you know that his lips on your sternum felt good, but the thought of his body inside of yours felt even better.

you just wanted him to take you. you've never wanted something more.

you whine. "nanami, what are you so afraid of?" you try, snaking hand up his naked back to the base of his neck. he shivers hard at your touch but he loves it.

"don't wanna... oh, baby..." he murmurs when your fingers find the tension knot just at the base, using strong fingers to massage over it. "just don't wanna hurt you."

"the only thing that'll hurt me is if you leave. just don't leave me," you pull him close, hugging both arms around the back of his neck.

"so, just put it in... please, please please."

[nutelloona]

all the sketches I did tonight were cigarette themed, I guess the late night air really calls for some smoke huh

[mywritersmind]

COOLDOWN - LN4&OP81

summary : Locked in a cooldown room with two teammates in orange is not how you expected to be celebrating your win. Definitely not expected, but welcomed.

listen up : smut!! taking abt threats. under lockdown, p in v. oral (m receiving), threesome, not proofread!!!!! i hope this is hot idk

words : 2547

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The three of you have been stuck for almost an hour. When the cameras cut out, so did the lights, then the doors locked and each of you got a million alerts to stay put.

Some threat was made, apparently a big one because the whole paddock is in lockdown just after the race ended. As scary as it sounds, you’re not worried.

The cooldown room is arguably the best place to be stuck. A backup light that drapes the room in a hazy yellow glow, No media, No fans, and two drivers in bright orange slumped in their chairs.

You can tell Lando is the most bored, stretching every five seconds and saying random things to try and start conversation.

Oscar is on the other side of you, his race suit matching Lando’s down the way they have it undone. His hair is a mess still, his hands behind his head and making you peak at his accentuated back.

The two men have been in your life for a year now, both too intrigued for their own good. “Have you guys ever had sex in a car?” Lando turns his head to both of you, getting to a certain point of insanity especially because how good you both look in his eyes.

“Us…?” Oscar says questionably.

Lando rolls his eyes, pulling off his cap and throwing it at his teammate, “No you muppet. Separately.” he smirks just as a rogue curl falls onto his forehead, “Unless…”

“Yeah.” Oscar answers quickly, hoping to shut him up, “Not with her.”

“Have you?” You can’t help but ask, crossing your arms over your chest and looking at the dark haired driver.

“I asked first.” he shoots back, something dancing in his eyes that tell you keep going, while everything inside you screams to stop.

“I crossed the finish line first.” You tilt your head, a slick reminder of why you’re sitting between the two.

They’d been in your rear view the whole race, swapping positions and fighting for that top step. They’d had a bad feeling just after lap one, as if they were in sync in realizing that you were not going to give either the chance to even try to fight you.

“Then cut me some slack, winner.”

Your eyes narrow, “I don’t like the idea of you knowing anything about my sex life.”

He just smirks, shrugging as if you’re the best of friends. “Seems great to me.”

You run your tongue over your teeth, giving in, more interested in his answer than yours. “Yes.”

“Damn.” He mumbles, “I feel left out.”

Oscar looks genuinely surprised at this, his brows furrowing as he leans forward in his chair, “You’ve never had sex in a car?”

You laugh, “That’s surprising.”

Lando’s jaw drops, letting out a scoff, “Why?”

You bite back a smile, eyeing Oscar who’s already looking at you. “You seem like the guy to christen a new car with an orgasm.” Oscar laughs at this, leaning back in his chair while Lando grins.

“Maybe I'll start.” He shrugs, moving his arms to drape over the back of the chair.

The younger of team Mclaren runs a hand over his face, “If we ever get out of here.”

“You offering, Piastri?” You can’t help but joke, the man eyeing you with no change in his expression except a quirk of his brow.

You stare at each other for one, weighted second, the silence being broken by Lando who’s seemingly taken the role of entertainer, “Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?”

“Are these all going to be related to sex?” Oscar pauses to ask his friend.

“Answer it, Osc.” Lando finds himself grinning now, looking at Oscar’s sudden shift in manner.

“It can’t be that crazy.” You say, shifting to the side and starting to get uncomfortable in the race suit.

“I don’t know… Oscar’s pretty freaky.” Lando says, looking directly at Oscar with a sneaky look in his eye.

You turn to him, raising a brow and not missing the way he smirks, “Speaking from experience?”

They both go quiet. Now this… you didn’t expect.

“Holy shit, have you guys fucked?” You laugh out loud. Wow, and you thought this day couldn’t get any better.

“No.” Oscar replies just as Lando shakes his head, “No way.”

You narrow your eyes at both of them, “But something has happened… right?” Lando shifts in his seat while Oscar just looks at the floor, “Don’t be shy. From what i’ve heard- it’s a common occurrence in teammates. Late nights… long meetings… hotel rooms…” They glance at each other. Oscar blushes. “I’m totally right, aren’t I?”

“So what, you’re fucking Verstappen then?”

You scoff, “I don’t do guys with children under twenty.” Lando is about to go back to your comment but you speak first, “Let me guess. Jacking eachother off? Or in the same room? Celebratory blow jobs? Don’t tell me you’ve shared a girl-”

“If we say yes will you stop?” Oscar has his head in his hands, his voice muffled and your smile growing.

“Which one?” You're pushing their limits but you don’t care.

Lando eyes you, “We’ve never shared a girl.” Oscar is shaking his head which still resides in his hands, the tips of his ears pink.

“You’ve done everything else?” Suddenly the room gets very hot- or maybe that’s just you. The thought of the two of them, desperate and needing each other, makes you squeeze your thighs together.

You hadn't realized that Oscar took his head out of his hands, his eyes blaring into you now and reading you like a fucking book.

“I had sex on a ferris wheel.” You say, desperate to change the subject suddenly.

“Jet ski. We flipped.” Lando says, looking at Oscar and tapping his foot.

“Principal's office.” He bites out, “Lost my virginity there.”

“I always knew I liked you.” You grin, tapping your nail on the armrest.

Lando cuts in, “How about another game? Truth or dare?”

You cross your legs and nod, “Truth.”

“Hottest guy on the grid.”

“It isn’t between you two… if that’s what you’re hoping.”

He shrugs, “Just hoping for truth.”

“Sainz.”

Lando scoffs, “He’s not even-”

“Hey! You asked for the truth.” Oscar laughs, making you look at him, “Something funny?”

“No, I agree.”

“What!?” Lando says soundly, “Hold on a second-”

“It’s the hair right!?”

He nods, “Body too.”

“I hate you both.”

“You’re a horrible liar, Lan.” Oscar says and it’s one of those moments when you remember how close the actually are.

Your mind goes straight back to them hooking up.

“So are you!” He argues, “Rivalry’s aren’t as hot as you think.”

“Truth or dare, Lando.” You say, an idea already in your head which is completely dependent on how reckless Lando is feeling today.

“…Dare.”

Oscar shakes his head, as if he knows what’s coming.

You just smirk. “Kiss Oscar.”

He doesn’t look worried, if anything, he looks pleased. Lando stands and as you motion Oscar to get up, he sends you an annoyed look. He’s not fooling either of you because as soon as Lando pulls him in for the kiss, Oscar definitely isn’t complaining.

You’re staring up at them. It’s probably the most insane thing you’ve ever seen, but then again, it seems so fitting. Lando holds the back of Oscar’s neck as if he’s done this a million times, he probably has.

Your mouth is slightly open, watching Oscar’s tongue meet Lando’s in a sensual and slow type of need.

Lando pulls away first, plopping down onto the floor and using his chair as a headrest, “Happy?”

“Horny?” Oscar coughs, looking directly at you when he does it. “Truth or dare, Y/n?”

The air is thick with tension, the faded light making both of them glow as they watch you. You say it confidently, “Dare.” but as soon as you see Lando’s smirk, your heart rate rises.

“Kiss one of us.”

It’s simple- it’s payback. It’s something that you can’t do. “No.”

“You’re chickening out?” Lando says.

“No, as in, I'm not choosing.” You shrug, unzipping your suit a bit more, “You pick.” They look at eachother, then you.

“Unfair.”

“Why? You both want me that bad?” You say it as a joke, carrying out the words with a laugh. They’re not laughing.

It’s Oscar who’s brave enough to say it, “Yeah,” he glances at Lando, “we do.”

“I-” none of the drivers have shown interest. Maybe it’s because of professionalism, maybe it’s because you’re too new and too female. This… is dangerous territory. “Arm wrestle.”

It seemed ridiculous at first, to them at least. But one end goal was always in your mind, and that is not having to choose one.

They’re up in a second, standing on either side of the table mounted to the wall’s corner. You stand, watching them lean over and join hands.

“We’re really doing this?” Oscar tilts his head at his teammate who purses his lips and nods towards you, theirs eyes still on eachother.

“Look at her.” When he does, every part of you feels it. Oscar Piastri never gives a meaningless look, that’s what worries you.

Lando’s hand is bigger than Oscar’s. Even though the three of you haven’t been close, it's something you’ve seen repeatedly either in real life or on social media. Maybe you’ve thought about it repeatedly too.

Both of their arms flex, fighting for dominance when you’re a bit distracted by their hands.

You roll your eyes when they take too long, sitting in Lando’s place on the floor and appraising the rest of them. Oscar’s taller, bigger… but Lando’s got the energy to overpower him even if he’s a brat.

Lando wins, locking his wrist and pinning his teammate's hand to the table, “Shit.” Oscar mumbles, stretching out his arm afterwards.

Lando scrambles to get next to you, waiting with puppy dog eyes and his face close to yours. You laugh, looking at Oscar who shrugs, sitting across from you both and nodding at you to kiss him.

God. That race now feels like fucking foreplay.

You kiss him soft, sweet. You kiss him like he’s the only thing in the world and the second his hand meets your waist, you stop. Lando pouts, a look that gets turned into confusion as you sit up and turn your attention to Oscar.

“I hate choosing.” Is all you say before crawling to the second man in orange and pulling him in. You can tell he’s trying to be soft, but you don’t want that for him. You grab his face and kiss him harder, feeling his hand on your ass and letting it stay there.

You hear Lando whine behind you as you straddle Oscar, hear Oscar groan as you grind into him.

Oscar’s lips meet your neck, allowing you the flexibility to look back at Lando. His hand is palming his underwear, his suit to his knees and his mouth slightly opened.

It’s so hot and so fucking dirty that you kiss Oscar again. “C’mon…” Lando whines, “I won the arm wrestling. I beat him in the race. I deserve it more.” he cuts right to the chase.

You pull away from Oscar who immediately works on pulling down your suit. “You’re a brat.”

Oscar pulls it off, only fireproofs and your pink lace thong left. They both groan.

You’re still on Oscars lap, his lips on your neck as you beckon Lando over. He comes right up to your face, trying to kiss you and getting rejected by a whispered, “You jealous?”

He nods, just nods.

Oscar cuts in now, “Of which one of us.”

Lando looks at you. Then Oscar. His eyes flicking between the two people who are responsible for his hard on. “Both.”

You kiss him then, hand going straight for his dick while simultaneously grinding on Oscars. “I think I dreamt about this once.” Lando mumbles into the kiss, making you and Oscar both laugh.

“Wanna check off that last thing on the list?” You ask, your mind consumed with the two men in front of you and how they would feel in you.

They both nod, Lando pulling off his fireproof as if it’s betraying him. Their lips meet in a strangled messy way, unconsciously moving your hips over Oscar again while Lando, fully distracted, tries to pull your top off.

“Want some help with that?” you say in a breathy voice, watching Lando twitch under his underwear.

“Thought that was my job.” Oscar says, smirking as Lando pulls out his dick, clearly not caring who helps. He’s standing in between you and with one wink, you and Oscar lick the sides of his cock.

He grabs your hair, Oscar’s shoulder, practically begging already. You take him fully in your mouth before Oscar can say anything about it. The feeling of rocking against a clothed, hard dick while having another one in your mouth is something you will never forget.

You feel your panties getting pushed aside, Oscar’s fingers, slim but mighty, slide into you with a choked groan. It’s a mess of wet and needy people wanting each other, Oscar taking over for Lando while still fingering you.

You pull Oscar’s dick out, too needy when his fingers leave you to meet Lando’s mouth. He’s hard as a rock, bigger than Lando but slimmer, making you practically scream when you sink down on him.

He moans on Lando’s dick, a sound so erotic that you could come right then and there. “Holy fuck.” Lando’s legs are shaking, his eyes meeting yours as he cums in Oscar's mouth.

Lando kneels again, kissing you hard and fast while Oscar, his mouth a bit sticky, throws his head back. Lando pulls your shirt up, kissing on your tits while you bounce up and down. You reach for his dick, it twitching and partially hard already.

“Take me so well…” Oscar groans, kissing you sloppily.

“So hot.” Lando groans, “I call next.” You don’t wait for you or Oscar to finish, rising up so the sudden feeling of him makes you feel empty.

You’ve got your sights set on Lando, ready to really see who can beat you in something, when someone bangs on the door.

You freeze. The lights are on. When did the lights come on?

“How are you three doing in there? Unlock the door. Situations over. Podiums still on.”

You all three swear. You get your clothes back on first, Lando and Oscar far slower and more obviously turned on.

“We can’t go out like this-” Oscar tries to readjust his hard and dripping dick.

“That’s what you’re worried about? You were inside of her and I was so close-” Oscar slaps the back of Lando’s head as he zips up his suit.

“That’s one way of letting the time pass.” You breathe out, brushing down your hair and smiling.

Lando groans, “Unfair- you look perfect. You’re fucking glowing! We’re fucking blue balled and a mess.”

“Have fun out there.” You drift your hand over Lando’s chin, fixing Oscar’s hair, “Drown me in champagne and pretend it’s cum.”

You unlock the door, practically skipping out and leaving them with their dicks hard, lips read, and jaws on the floor.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

sweet tooth

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 2.8k

synopsis: a sweet afternoon with your boyfriend turns into something more when you decide to tease him.

warnings: oral(f), unprotected sex, creampies

a/n: if you remember surprise!, this is the same pairing but you don't have to read that one to enjoy this! thanks for giving me the idea @jehhskz 🩷

~ masterlist

You were just finishing putting some chocolate chip cookies on a plate, before placing it on the tray with two glasses of chocolate milk when your boyfriend startled you, his arms wrapping around you.

Hyunjin nuzzled his face in your neck and closed his eyes, a small blissful smile playing on his lips.

"I told you to wait in the living room." you pouted even though your body melted back into his. "You're ruining the surprise."

"My eyes are closed." he teased, smirking against the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. You wanted to protest but any time you found yourself in his arms, you became putty. The effect he had on you couldn't be ignored.

"You're something else." you smirked and shook your head, adding the last detail on the tray, a little vase with yellow flowers in it. "Did you prepare the blankets?"

"Mhm." Hyunjin sighed, nuzzling into your hair. He was getting impatient, all he wanted was to finally have you in his arms after an exhausting week of work, to steal as many moments alone with you as he could. But, he didn't whine at you, knowing you wanted to make this evening as perfect as it could be, he knew that the little details meant a lot to you.

"Go to the living room, Jinnie." you chuckled. "I'll be right there. And no peeking."

"Alright, alright. Walking away, eyes closed." he let go of you and raised his arms in surrender.

"Be care-"

"Ow!" it was already too late for your warnings as Hyunjin bumped into the furniture, making you snicker.

"Laugh while you can!" he yelled playfully from the living room and you kept chuckling to yourself, waiting for him to finally sit down on the couch. You grabbed the tray and carefully made your way to the living room, sneaking a glance at Hyunjin and checking if he still had his eyes closed like you had asked him.

You giggled, setting the tray on the coffee table and almost melting at the anticipation written in his face and body language.

"Can I open my eyes already?" he asked impatiently and you laughed, sitting down next to him.

"Yes, you can open your eyes." you said and Hyunjin blinked a few times, his eyes widening and a gasp leaving his lips before they curled into the sweetest smile.

"You drew a heart?" he asked cutely, you wanted to make his chocomilk even sweeter by drawing a heart on the surface with cocoa powder. "And the flowers, they're for me?"

"Of course they're for you, silly." you chuckled and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"You're adorable, you know that? You really spoil me with so much love." he sighed happily, relaxing against you.

"I can't help it, I like doing these things for you." you giggled as you held him, holding your entire world in your arms.

"And never stop doing them, please." he nuzzled into your neck, closing his eyes for a moment as you reached over and threw the fluffy blanket over your bodies.

"I won't, I promise." you said as you got comfortable on the couch, grabbing the remote and pressing play.

One of your favorite cartoons, Powerpuff Girls started playing and Hyunjin let out a chuckle, delighted to see your happy face while watching it. At this moment, he really didn't care what was playing on the screen as long as he got to hold you and spend time with you, it was just one of those days where he had missed you and needed you close.

"Don't judge me." your cheeks heated up at the sound of his chuckle.

"I'm not, I think it's adorable." he poked your side, making you squirm for a moment.

"Just drink your milk." you teased him back and he mirrored the smirk that was playing on his face.

Hyunjin reached for his glass and drank the chocolate milk, looking absolutely adorable as you stared at him with hearts in your eyes. You couldn't believe that this was the same man who was so crazy desperate for you yesterday when you got home from work that he took you right there against the wall, next to the front door. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the events from last night, the way his hands gripped at your hips and the way he panted against your neck, whispering how good you feel and how much he loves you.

You drank your chocomilk quickly, both of you munching on the cookies as you commented on the cartoon playing on the tv. The living room filled with laughter as you enjoyed the peaceful evening with your boyfriend, feeling completely relaxed in his arms. Knowing that the weekend was coming around and that both of you had free time gave way to so many possibilities that involved resting and spending quality time together.

As it got later and Hyunjin's body became warmer all pressed against yours, your hand which was resting on his chest started sliding down to his abs. You caressed him absentmindedly, almost missing the way his breath hitched whenever you slid your hand a little lower, fingertips dipping under the blanket. Hyunjin was starting to have trouble concentrating on the tv as the images started to blur, his mind was starting to be occupied only by your presence and your touches. It seemed as if you were unaware of what you were doing to him and it frustrated him in a way he wouldn't dare admit that he liked.

But you knew, of course you did. After all, you felt him shiver each time you dipped your hand lower and you could hear his heart racing where your ear was pressed against his chest. You were enjoying the effect you had on him just touching him over his shirt in a relaxed manner, like you weren't taking his breath away with each caress.

Your hand moved lower, now completely under the blanket as you touched his thigh, sliding your hand on the sensitive inner part. Hyunjin's breath hitched and you felt his muscles flex under your palm as you gently moved your hand up and down, coming closer to his core each time you went up.

"Y/n." he tried to chuckle but instead his voice came out unsteady, in a mix of a moan and gasp. You smirked against his chest as your palm pressed on his growing bulge and Hyunjin gripped at your arm, letting out another strained moan.

"Doll." he groaned when you palmed him slowly, feeling him twitch under your touch. You finally looked up at him and electricity rushed through you when you saw just how needy and wrecked he looked. His eyes were half lidded, full of desire for you, his cheeks were rosy and his lips parted as he stared at you.

You knew you were playing with fire now but you couldn't care less, the thought of having him in the palm of your hand literally and figuratively was making you feel excited. You squeezed him and kept touching him as he spread his legs a little and moaned, throwing his head back, letting you have your way with him. Your thighs pressed together at the sight of him falling apart for you so feeling bold, you started sliding your hand into his underwear. As soon as your fingertips reached the tip of his length, Hyunjin looked at you darkly and gripped your wrist gently.

"Tsk. Naughty girl." he smirked and just like that the tables were turned. You barely had time to gasp as he manhandled you and pinned you down on the couch, his strong arms caging you in.

"H-Hyunjin!" you whimpered, your eyes wide as another shot of electricity ran through your entire body, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"You want me to play with you a little, hm?" Hyunjin teased, the blanket thrown aside as his large hands ended up on your waist.

You opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you.

"You could've just asked, doll. You know how crazy I am about you." he kept smirking as he leaned his face closer to yours.

Your breath hitched, anticipating his lips on yours, even though you've been with him for almost six months, you could never get enough of him. It was as if you wanted him more and more with each passing day spent with him.

Hyunjin was equally as infatuated with you, gravitating towards you as if you were pulling him in and his lips pressed against yours, creating sparks between you. Your hands instantly flew to grab at him but before you could, he grabbed a hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head.

"So needy. Couldn't even wait for us to go to our bedroom." Hyunjin smirked, teasing you by being so close but not giving you exactly what you wanted. You whined, your body arching towards him as you gave him a little smirk.

"I don't think that fucking around the apartment is foreign to us." you retorted and Hyunjin chuckled, the need in his eyes growing.

"You're right, doll. We're too horny to be all fancy about it." he grinned and crashed his lips on yours.

You gasped and his tongue immediately found its way inside your mouth, licking at you and savoring. Both of you tasted sweet, like the chocolate milk you were just drinking and the sweet taste was adding onto the excitement that was building inside you. He pressed his body against yours, caging you in completely and when his middle touch yours, you felt just how hard he got only from the little back and forth between you.

You weren't any better than him, by now your panties were almost completely soaked just because he pinned you down and had you under him. Your cheeks became red with embarrassment when you realized just how much power he had over you.

"Getting shy, doll?" Hyunjin teased as he slowly grinded against you.

"N-no." you whimpered, arching up into him immediately and Hyunjin chuckled, letting go of your hands so he could touch your heated cheeks gently, a sweet gesture amid the fire that was burning between your bodies and your hearts.

"So cute." he continued teasing you and before you could protest, he kissed you again. Your arms, now free, wrapped around his shoulders immediately and your palms ended up on the upper back muscles that just seemed to be more and more defined lately. You touched him, your nails already digging into his skin as he bit on your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth. Hyunjin's kisses became greedy as he left them on your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone.

"You don't need this." he smirked and grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it aside. "Or these." he added, sliding your shorts down with your underwear and throwing the items somewhere behind him, leaving you completely bare before him.

Hyunjin's kisses continued down to your breasts, worshipping them as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked, his hands on your inner thighs, spreading you as he moved them gently up and down on your sensitive skin. He kissed down your stomach to your core, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts and play with them.

"I love chocolate milk but you taste even sweeter." he smirked as he slid down between your legs, looking at your wet core clenching around nothing.

"You're a fool." you let out a little whine of embarrassment as he stared at you intently.

"A fool for you." his hot breath ghosted over your clit, sending tingles through you.

"And cheesy." you whined again and he laughed.

"Mhm, and you love it." he smirked again and before you could think of a comeback, his lips attached to your clit, wrapping around the sensitive nub and sucking on it gently, the tip of his tongue adding onto the feeling. Your legs trembled as he played your body with just his lips and you couldn't help but let out moans and whispers of his name. Hyunjin hummed against you, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe on your wet pussy before he pushed inside, parting your lips and tasting you.

A loud moan left your lips as your hands flew to his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as you finally had something to grip onto and pull. He's been letting his hair grow out lately and the little tufts that would stick in different directions were the cutest thing ever, seeing him all messy in the morning was a sight that warmed your heart and woke up the cuteness aggression inside you. But, what you loved especially was that now, whenever he was making a mess of you, you could make a mess of him too.

And Hyunjin enjoyed it, the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair and the sweet pain mixed with pleasure as you pulled on it fueled his desire for you even more. He moaned into you, sending shivers up your spine as his tongue lapped at your sweet juices, swallowing everything you gave him. Your grip on his hair became harder when he slowly pushed two fingers inside you, his tongue now playing with your sensitive clit.

"Hyun-Hyunjin!" you groaned, waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body as your toes curled. He easily found the sweet spot inside you, the tips of his fingers brushing against it.

You trembled as he fucked you at a steady pace, his fingers touching all the right spots inside you, his pretty plump lips wrapped around your clit. You were already close, remembering how even the first time you fucked on the kitchen table, you came so fast that it left you deeply embarrassed.

But you didn't care in this moment while he worked hard to bring you to your release and you shamelessly came in less than a few minutes, spilling on his fingers and tongue. Hyunjin groaned, lapping it all up and licking at his fingers eagerly.

"I need you, doll." his voice was raspy as he shakily pulled at his clothes, the items joining the pile of yours on the floor.

"I need you too, Jinnie." your voice was equally as spent but you weren't even near to being done as your legs wrapped around him and brought him closer. Hyunjin slowly pushed inside you, filling you up and touching all the places that only he had the privilege to feel. Your eyes fluttered shut as you clutched onto him, letting him rock your body with his.

"So tight, always so good for me, doll." Hyunjin groaned, losing himself inside you. You could only let out a moan of pleasure as his tip kept brushing against your spot, torturing you in the sweetest way as he set a slow pace.

"Look at me." he demanded in a low voice and you let out a whimper as you opened your eyes and looked into his, noticing the desire swimming inside them. "Just like that, doll. Keep your eyes on me." He continued moving inside you, still keeping the slow and deliberate drag just to drive you completely insane, like only he knew how to.

His thrusts got deeper and harder gradually and your eyes fluttered again, the pleasure building up and becoming too much.

"Don't look away, doll." Hyunjin smirked, picking up the pace. "I want you to look at me while I make you fall apart."

A series of moans and gasps left your lips and your hands slid up from his shoulders to his hair, pulling on it again and Hyunjin snapped in that moment. His hands gripped at your thighs harshly, folding you so your knees touched your shoulders before he started fucking into you harder. You couldn't keep your eyes open when he was rocking your entire world and pulling you apart before putting you back together again.

You kept pulling on his hair, watching the way he trembled above you, his eyes completely taken over by lust as he held you down.

"Gonna cum, doll. Be a good girl and take it all." Hyunjin groaned deeply and all you could was whimper and take it as he exploded and filled you up with his warm cum. The feeling of him claiming you drove you over the edge too and your pussy clenched around him as you came, milking him completely in the process.

His eyes were the ones to roll back this time as you squeezed him, prolonging his high as much as you could. He collapsed on top of you, face tucked in your neck as a blissful smile spread on his face.

"You didn't finish your choco milk." you teased when you finally caught your breath and Hyunjin chuckled.

"I got my dose of sweetness." he looked up at you with a smirk. "For now." he added, his eyes darting between you and your bedroom door.

You gave him a look and he chuckled, holding you tighter.

"I love you. Thanks for the flowers and the choco heart." he nuzzled into you and you giggled.

"I love you too."

Your weekend couldn't have started off better.

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[aurora-starlight-silly]

NOTE THINGY !!!

CONSIDER ALL OF THEM CROSSED OUT 😭

10: I'll drink more water (again) ✔️

25: I'll move more 🔄

50: I'll try to more express my émotions in real life cuz I feel like an émotionless idiot sometimes 👍🔄 ✔️

75: Be silly again silliness is supposed to be my purpose in life ✔️ >:333

90: make my hamster go out of her cage so she can have fun and take care of her more :p 🔄

100: go to sleep earlier 🔄 (I did but kinda of stoped...OKAY I'LL DO IT I SWEAR SHWVSH)

150: take better care of my hair for real

200: spend more time with my family and do more things with them 🔄 (I keep forgettinngg)

225: spend more time with my family and do more things with them (I'M SORRY I PUT THIS TWICE NOOOO- I WANTED TO PUT GO TO THE STORE WITH THEM WHEN THEY GO) < they didn't go to the store yet but ✔️

250: go outside more, be more irl and not keep my phone with my always to use it less ✔️

Not outside, ofc I take it outside in case smthng happends

300: do my homeworks immediatly when I go home 🔄

325 : I'll tell ya abt why I'm not answering aurora's asks anymore akdvsjdb 😔 ✔️

350 : really finish and do the montage of the eye animation

375 : draw new things and new characters ✔️ (gotta show thatttt)

400 : really stop saying I'd do things unless I'm 100% sure cuz I keep forgetting/not making them (rhaaa I suck at this one alot)

425 : finish a thing I began with aurora variants 🔜

450: small teaser of an OC ??

500 : finish that small animatic abt someone else's character 🔜

550: spend alot of more time in real life to do even more things that makes me happy (am sorry if this sounds selfish) ✔️

600: Make an ask blog that wouldn't rly be answered with art, but the characters are the ones who runs the blog y'know ? There's like 8/9 of them (the characters) >:D

700: show new OC... :33

1000: Start a comic for aurora's/trust's story >:]

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If I cross them then we got there and if there's ✔️ that means I did it ! 🔄 means I am doing it, like for things like drink water, and 🔜 means I'm working on it !!!!

Might add some between 700 and 1000 if we get there but I don't think so cuz that alot ._.

You can spam as much as u want but don't force yourself ofc ^^

And huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh these are kinda random lol I didn't have ideas aldhakdvakdvajdv

Edit: WHAT THE HELL WHAT WHAT WHAT OH MY GOD TYSM ?????? I NEVER ABSOLUTLY NEVER TROUGHT I'D GET THERE ?? AND IN LESS THEN 4 HOURS ? WHAT????

[littlegrapejuice]

Grid Mum 2 | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Growing attached to the rookies meant that you now cared for them off track as well. So when some of them are not treated well by their teams, you and Max take your role of grid parents very seriously.

Author's Note: ok so i usually don't plan on doing part 2 for my fics but @robinivoryanvalentine gave me ideas and this lil thing was born ig so shout out to them🫶🏻 i have one request left that I'm hoping to write soon now that it's FINALLY school break and i hope I'll also get some inspo w the rest of the triple header🙂‍↕️

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From the moment you had accepted that Max’s grid kids were also yours in the process, you had thought that your interactions with them would only be during race weekends. However, when you saw that some drama was already happening even though the season had barely started, you decided that the rookies would become both your on and off track children.

It had begun with Jack.

You had never been Alpine’s biggest fan – you mostly considered Esteban and Pierre as acquaintances during the previous season – and it had gotten worse when Flavio was back in the paddock. Still, you were glad for Jack when it was announced that he would get a full-time seat for the 2025 season – although it was a shit move from Alpine to sack Esteban for the last grand prix of 2024.

The drama had started a bit after Alpine announced their reserve drivers for 2025. First, Paul Aaron. He was a good driver, and had done a good F2 season, despite the insane amount of car issues he had suffered from. Then, Franco Colapinto. Having raced for a third of the 2024 season with Williams, Franco had quickly become a fan favourite due to this charming personality.

The issue wasn’t Alpine having two reserve drivers – it was honestly quite usual. No, the actual issue lay in fans already expecting Jack’s downfall so that Franco could take his place. Everyone was claiming that Jack only had the first five races to prove himself, and then it would be goodbye for him.

Then, it got even worse. Shortly after the New Year, Alpine announced their third reserve driver. You remembered seeing the news and being really surprised because “why do they need so many plans b?” – that’s what you had said to Max, who had agreed and had then proceeded to diss the French team for the next few minutes. And if you thought that they were done, you were wrong because Alpine waited until a few days before the first race of the season to announce their fourth reserve driver.

You truly hoped that Jack wasn’t too stressed about it, but the latest season of Drive To Survive showed you that he definitely was. The scene between Jack and Flavio in the latter’s office had truly scared you, and you couldn’t imagine the amount of pressure they were putting on the Aussie.

It also didn’t help when Jack DNFed at his home race, which led to the fans clearly awaiting the day when Alpine would replace him with Franco. The dinner you had invited him to along with the other rookies had helped, but you knew that it was only temporary comfort until the following races. The next week in China had been a bit better: Jack had finished 13th after the three DSQs, which wasn’t so bad, but you had seen the comments everywhere. ‘Fans’ were still dreaming of Franco taking his seat, not caring one bit about Jack.

You were truly saddened by the situation. Jack didn’t deserve that kind of reaction – no driver did. The only thing he deserved was the opportunity to prove himself, and his full potential couldn’t be seen after two races.

Two. races. were. not. enough.

And yet, it wasn’t Alpine that was currently at the origin of your newly-found anger. No, right now, you were only mad at one team: Red Bull Racing.

You had seen the rumours online. You had heard about them in the paddock. You hadn’t wanted to believe them; they were rumours for a reason. So when Max told you the news before it would be public, you thought he had been messing with you. You had been back in Monaco in your shared flat, when he announced it to you:

“Don’t be mad but…” Max waited for you to look at him before he kept talking. “They’re dropping Liam”.

“What?” Did you hear it well?

“Red Bull”, Max explained. “They’re switching Liam and Yuki.”

“You’re joking?”

“Wish I was, honestly. It’s such a shit decision, but I have no say in this.”

You were kind of glad that even Max wasn’t agreeing with the switch, but it still hurt. You were mad. Mad for Liam. Mad at Red Bull.

“Do they not realise they’re the fucking problem?” You couldn’t help the venom in your tone. “Have been for years. But no, it’s always the driver.”

“I know… Trust me, I wish I could have helped tilt the balance on the other side. Turns out my opinion suddenly doesn’t matter.”

“Shocker”, you sarcastically replied. You knew Max had vouched for Liam to stay; but when his team had decided something, even their star driver apparently didn’t have any right to go against it. “Do they wish to destroy another driver’s career?” You thought about Yuki, with whom you’d been friends for years since he had joined Racing Bulls. “At this home grand prix, that’s fucked up.”

“You know everything Red Bull does is fucked up at this point. That’s like your main take everytime they do something.”

“Am I wrong, though?” You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“Unfortunately, no.” Max sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I guess I won’t see you in my garage in Japan, then?”

“I’m not that much of a bitch, Max. I’ll show up for Yuki, obviously.”

“Obviously”, Max repeated with a chuckle. “You’ll text me which garage I have to collect you from, yeah?”

“You know me so well.” You smiled at him, before pulling him close for a quick kiss. “When are they announcing it?”

“I think some media are confirming it today, but the teams will only post about it starting tomorrow.”

“Does Liam actually know?” This was the dreaded question. You knew Red Bull was bad enough that they were capable of telling him after the entire world was made aware.

“He does, yeah.” Max thought for a second. “Don’t know for sure if they told him before Yuki, but they were decent enough not to let him find out through the internet.”

“I hope so.” You pulled out your phone, your thumb hovering over the messages application. “Is it too early to text him?” You really wanted to show Liam your support, but you were scared that Red Bull had actually been too cowardly to not notify Liam until the very last minute.

“Might be good to wait a couple days”, Max suggested. “He might be home right now, so he’ll probably have his family and friends with him.”

You nodded at Max’s words, agreeing to wait until the information would be out everywhere. Still, you made a mental note to start thinking of what you could eventually do to lift the Aussie's and Kiwi's spirits.

…..

At the end of the week, the whole world had seen the news. Red Bull Racing had definitely swapped Liam with Yuki, deciding that the younger driver had not shown enough potential after only two races.

Trusting yourself, you did what you thought was right and texted Liam as well as Jack. You sent them your address, and offered to have them for dinner that evening. You knew that even though almost the entire grid lived in Monaco, it was actually quite rare for the drivers to hang out. Max, especially, loved to stay home in order to avoid seeing his work friends. However, he was surprisingly glad to have Jack and Liam. Your boyfriend had even helped to cook tonight’s meal, and you were certain the rookies would particularly enjoy this information.

Monaco was a small town, so it didn’t take long for Jack and Liam to arrive at yours. It was known on the grid where each driver lived in the city, but actually seeing where Max lived with their own eyes felt surreal to the young drivers. When you opened the door to see them both awkwardly standing next to one another, it only took one warm smile from you to help them relax. They cautiously followed you inside; admiring every piece of furniture, every picture, Max’s beloved simulator which looked out of place in the living room you had beautifully decorated.

The most surprising thing for Jack and Liam, though, wasn’t the wall full of helmets and trophies nor the silly cushions you had bought with cats’ faces on them. No, it was the shocking view of four-times world champion Max Verstappen who was wearing an apron and currently setting the table.

When he saw you, the loving smile on his face naturally appeared. He then noticed the two rookies behind you and gave them a nod.

“Hi”, he said to them. “Welcome to our home, I guess.”

“Thanks for having us,” Jack replied. “It’s nice here.”

“Yeah”, Liam agreed. He then raised his right hand that had been holding a bag. “Hmm… I brought dessert?”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!” You exclaimed. “That’s so sweet of you, Liam.”

You took a large box out of the bag, and barely had time to put it on the table that another box got put down right next to it.

“We had the same idea”, Jack stated. “We didn’t buy the same thing, though. Had time to compare when we were in the lift.”

“You guys are so nice, thank you so much!”

Quickly opening each box, you saw that Liam had brought chocolate muffins while Jack had brought profiteroles. You let yourself out to the kitchen in order to put the boxes in the fridge, which meant that the drivers were now alone in the living room.

Safe to say, the atmosphere was quite awkward. There wasn’t any tension per say, but it wasn’t everyday that Max had people from his workplace at home. Remembering what he was wearing, Max looked down at his outfit and swiftly removed his apron.

“Yeah… hmm, sorry… you guys can sit down if you want. It’s almost ready.”

Jack and Liam thanked him with a nod, before they both pulled out the closest chair to them.

“Dinner is ready indeed, but everyone’s washing their hands before we eat please.” You had just come back to the living room. Your tone wasn’t harsh, but commanding enough that no one would disobey – exactly like a mother.

You made sure that everyone, including your boyfriend, had now washed their hands before leading them back to the table. You asked Max to bring the food there, which he did. Together, you had prepared lasagna as well as some potatoes to go with it.

You served the drivers, who all thanked you with a smile. You and Max were sitting next to each other, with Jack and Liam facing you both. You then all began to eat in a comfortable silence.

“Thanks again for having us,” Liam eventually said. “Food’s really good by the way.”

“It is”, Jack agreed with a nod.

“Max is a good cook, right?” You chuckled before offering them seconds, which they gladly accepted.

“Guess I have a plan b if racing doesn't work out,” Max claimed with a shrug. “Can't say that it's really going well recently.”

“We said no work talk, remember?” You reminded him while serving the rookies. “Tonight is supposed to be about anything but your jobs.”

“It’s fine, honestly.”

“Yeah, Jack’s right. If anything, better to talk about it with y’all than anyone else,” Liam added.

“Sure?” You wondered. They both nodded, which reassured you. “Well, if you don’t mind talking about work then I guess we can do so after dinner while racing.”

“Racing?” Liam and Jack repeated.

“Y’all know how to play F1 24?” You asked them, to which they positively answered. “Then yes, racing.”

Exchanging a glance, the two drivers in front of you were now even happier to be there. A proud smile made its way on your face, glad to have your boys in a good mood.

Dinner finished quickly enough after light-hearted chats. You learnt more about Jack’s and Liam’s childhood, while they asked you questions about your and Max’s relationship. They were really enjoying their time with you – even more than with Max – and loved getting to know you outside the track.

While the drivers were moving from the dining table to the sofas in front of the massive TV that adorned the wall, you went back to the kitchen to retrieve the desserts. When you came back, Max was giving controllers to Liam and Jack before he turned the game on.

Obviously not caring about you being here, Max left the racing mode on ‘expert mode’ which clearly wouldn’t bother the other drivers present. As expected, he chose to play himself. You let Liam select Lewis while Jack selected Oscar, before it was your turn. You picked Charles as you often did, and now it was actually time to race.

As usual when you played with Max, you didn’t do great. After a couple races, Liam and Jack realised that dating a world champion didn’t mean that you had gained his driving skills. So they decided to tone it down, and let you overtake them during the next race. You hadn’t noticed, simply thinking that this track wasn’t their favourite. Max, however, immediately realised what was going on.

“You shouldn’t let her win”, he told them while taking a quick bite from his muffin. “She’s used to losing, don’t worry about her.”

“Fuck you, Max.” You threw a cushion to his face, which didn’t even affect him as he still crossed the finish line in first position.

“You’re like the worst boyfriend ever, mate. I think my girl would kill me if I didn’t let her win from time to time,” Liam explained with a chuckle.

“What?” Max turned to Liam, a serious and intimidating look now on his face.

“I– I mean, not the worst of course!” Liam was scared he had joked about the wrong thing, and tried to take back his words. “You’re the racing driver so… yeah, makes sense you’re better than her.”

“I’m kidding, Liam.” Max simply said. “God, you’re easy to pressure.”

“And you are actually the worst”. Putting down your controller, you took a profiterole and faced the rookies. “Please don’t let him scare you or some shit like that, he’s literally just a silly nerd. If anything, be the ones to intimidate him. I’ll teach you both his weaknesses.”

“I’ll ban you from my garage”, Max retorted.

“Great, I didn’t even wanna be there anyways.”

“I’ll ban you from the paddock”, Max added.

“Then I’ll date another driver who’ll give me access and overrule you”. You innocently smiled at your boyfriend, knowing that he wouldn’t manage to get the upper hand back.

“I’ll run him off track and he won’t be able to race anymore.”

“I’ll join the FIA and give you stop-and-go penalties.”

As they had been sitting between the two of you, Jack and Liam could only watch the exchange between you and Max as if it were a tennis match. They were deeply entertained, and one thought was certainly shared between them: they would definitely side with you against Max, no matter the situation.

Max was their grid mum on track. But you were their grid mum off track, and that was worth so much more to them. If Liam and Jack had been nervous to come spend the evening here, all their worries had now completely disappeared.

If anything, they could even pretend to still be bothered about what was happening to them in the Formula 1 world, just so they could spend more moments like this one. They wouldn’t need to, though. Even without the excuse of wanting to distract them and lift their spirits, you would still invite them to dinner the next day, before offering them a ride on Max’s plane as if it was yours – it kind of was, according to Max who deemed everything he owned as your possession too.

So when the four of you would arrive together in Japan, the other rookies might be jealous. They might ask Liam and Jack about how they pulled it off, and maybe the two would agree in telling a little white lie just so they would gatekeep the family time they spent with you and Max.

And it would eventually become a competition as a joke: who would be able to get the most time with their grid parents?

..........

Hope y'all enjoyed it!! Y'all cannot imagine how mad i was when the devil (rbr) switched liam and yuki - actually you kinda can bc i posted ab it lol

But i fr hate that they only give liam 2 races to prove himself like THAT'S😭NO😭ENOUGH😭 and for jack, well i saw that oliver oakes confirmed they ain't getting rid of him + plan of having him for the whole season but they aren't giving him enough love imo - like why tf y'all have 4 reserve drivers

Anywayyys i acc have no idea whether liam was made aware of the switch before it went public but let's pretend rbr ain't bitches

Don't hesitate to like or reblog if you liked this<3 and don't be shy to leave a comment so i can know your thoughts as well :))

See you soon, take care of yourselves, i love y'all xx

[riyangiis]

anaxagoras shuts you up by kissing you.

he would often walk away or just blatantly tell another idiot spitting out nonsense to shut up, but his lover is a different case.

he loves your voice, he admits. even before your relationship he would often stare at your lips as you tell him about your day, getting lost in the thought of holding you softly and kissing you.

he would still listen to everything you would say to him, even if it's something like castorice joining an arm wrestling competition and mydei being her opponent.

anaxa kisses you in the middle of your scolding whenever you get angry at him for forgetting to take care of himself because of his work, he knows it helps you calm down.

he listens to your advice though, he wouldn't want to put a frown on his own lover's face. but he wouldn't admit that sometimes, he forgets to take care of himself or overwork on purpose to have an excuse to kiss you again.

you notice his behavior, he isn't the type to forget what you told him, especially when it's important, and it infuriates you. being the caring lover you are, you thought of an idea that would make him stop.

one night, you walked in his office without knocking and told him something that would absolutely change his entire behavior.

"if you take care of yourself properly, i'll let you have all the kisses you want the entire night. if you don't and overwork yourself, no kisses or no hugs for the entire day."

anaxa stares at you with widened eyes, surprised that you noticed, ironically with unfinished work and unchecked assignments in front of him sitting on his desk.

he opens his mouth to say something back, but then relaxes noticing the worried look on your face, also remembering the reward of finishing his work right now. he currently doesn't want to see the idiocy of his students when he has a whole night to shower his lover with affection waiting for him.

"is that so? then shall we start now?" anaxa asks.

from that day on, he never overworked himself again.

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Honorably discharged disabled Simon part 4

part 1 part 2 part 3

 The time was exactly 11:59 PM, in less than 60 seconds your phone would go off and you would find Simon still wide awake. You didn't want to bother Simon so you were sleeping in his chair rather than in his bed with him, and Simon couldn't find the nerve to ask you. You were waking up every hour to make sure Simon was sleeping and not in pain but so far he's been awake every time.

It was a soft vibration yet you still woke up and quietly walked over to Simon “why are you still awake? Simon if you're in pain you need to tell me” “I promise ‘m not in pain, ‘m trying to sleep”  you just sighed, this is the response you got the last two times as well  “is there anything I can do for you to fall asleep?" Then Simon got an idea, it was now or never, he knew he wasn't gonna get any sleep knowing you were right there in reach, so he made do. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into the bed next to him “S-simon what are you doing? You have to be careful” Simon just hummed as he fixed the blankets around you “this ‘ill help me sleep” and just like that you were tucked under the covers perfectly into his side and Simon was already drifting to sleep so what kind of nurse would you be if you got up. 

You woke up to your normal morning alarm but it turned off before you even moved, once you fully woke up, you looked around to find Simon right next to you just staring at you, your face flushed as you got out of the bed “i'm gonna go make breakfast” and you scurried away before Simon could reply. Maybe what he did last night was too much? 

You and Simon ate in silence for the first time in a week, once you finished he started walking outside but you stopped him “exactly where are you going” gosh Simon thought you were so pretty with your hands on your hips questioning him “i'm going do a few laps around the base, my normal workout” “and how many laps are ‘a few’ and how long is that going to be, you can't do as much as you used to Simon” he sighed, he knew you were right but he also wanted to show you he could do more than you thought, that's when he made the decision 

Simon grabbed you some shoes and a light jacket as it was still early spring, he didn't ask you to join him he just decided you were, he said it was so you could monitor him and see he was doing fine, but he had a slightly different plan. This was the third hill you and Simon were going across and you were panting so heavily, while Simon kept his breath steady and showed no signs of weakness. Simon had been quiet the entire trip “okay okay Simon, you've made your point, I get it. You're still capable and I don't need to hover so much, can we please go back now?” You were so out of breath Simon kinda felt bad for bringing you up here but you were so close he couldn't turn back now.

“Actually brought ya up ‘ere for a different reason, just a little longer can ya do that?” Simon paused before looking over your whole figure “i'll even carry ya up” you let out a small laugh at that “Simon I can't keep going but I also can't let you carry me, that'll be way too much for you” Simon wasn't taking no for an answer, he just wordless picked you up bridal style before continuing up, after a moment he added “ya weigh like half o’ what I do regularly, this is nothin baby” you just accepted defeat and leaned into the strong man carrying you. 

Simon placed you gently on a bench that was placed at the top of the hill facing the rising sun. After a bit of silence, Simon decided this was his only chance to ask you out but he still wasn't sure how so he just started rambling. “Ya know this bench means ‘lot to me, Price made me lieutenant here, he also brought me up ‘ere to tell me I was honorably discharged…” he felt your hand on his biceps comfortably rubbing circles on him, he took a deep breath before he continued.

He had a whole speech about how much he liked you, how you've been the only person he felt comfortable around, and how he cant stop thinking about you, really he did, he kept rehearsing on the walk here but that's not what came out of his mouth.

“Will ya let me be yer husband?” you were startled you whipped your head to look at him, I mean you knew he would have trouble asking you out but what was this “Simon-” “no I mean like yer future husband, it doesn't have to be now, but I don't wanna wait long, but i'll wait however long ya need-” he was rambling so you cut him off, with a kiss of course, once you pulled back his mouth stayed slightly agape as you smiled at him “I think you were trying to ask me to be your girlfriend, right?” he just nodded still shocked by your bold move, you giggled at his face “of course i'll be yer future wife” you replied teasingly. This didn't go as planned but it was still a win, and Simon would take that, he just needed to make sure he could be the perfect husband for you, his perfect wife, well future wife.

part 5

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bonus:

:inhales and slams hands on the desk: akechi. palace. pitch.

disclaimer: the setting for this is all about vibes and aesthetics, it kinda got away from me when i started hashing out the plot around it two months ago so now we're here. in hell. (i'll probably have to make a secondary post i made wayyy too many concepts,)

yes i made an ost for this idea, here is a youtube playlist of chill european jazz

AU details under the cut-

Akechi Goro's palace is "Ampitheatrum Doloris”.

KEYWORDS: Akechi Goro, Tokyo Highcourt, Amphitheater

Akechi's psyche is a massive collection of locked doors, puzzles, and contradictions. He wants to be seen but not understood—heard but never known, ect. This makes his palace infiltration a waking nightmare (affectionate).

His palace is made up of five main layers. They each mirror a stage of grief:

1) There is the outer layer of with the appearance of a Venice-esque water canal maze, there is a door that must be opened to reach the entrance to infiltrate the second layer underneath the amphitheater. The puzzle's actually pretty sentimental and revolves around Akechi's interest in literature.

(This layer is depression, Goro mourns what he lost and the fact that the choices he made for the sake of revenge ultimately led to nowhere. This is reflected in how desolate/meandering the outer layer feels, it is the largest and most time consuming part of the palace for this reason. It takes weeks to finish. AKA, Akira and Morgana have a terrible, no good, very bad month of May.) 

2) The Labyrinth under the amphitheater; it is full of shadows for the arena champion to use as fodder for the enjoyment of the masses. ‘Loki’ resides here—this layer’s theme loosely plays on the Minotaur myth. 

The only way to escape is through a pulley/elevator mechanism which leads to the surface after shattering the Champion’s chains by force. Loki taunts in Old Norse, but gives Akira (and the party by extension) genuine hints on how to escape.

(This layer is anger, Goro is always angry, about the hand he’s been dealt, the futility of his own actions, and the fact that his life has always been a dead end, written in the stars.)

3) The Audience Stands; full of human cognitions and Akechi’s former clients and fans, despite everything, like Sae, he sees them as ‘people’ and is disgusted by them. Their compliments are shallow and empty, surface level like Goro’s facade. Cognition Sae is delegated to a middle manager-type role, and leads Akira and Co. through puzzles.

Different cognitions from Akechi’s shitshow of a childhood throw riddles based around philosophy and the nature of justice at the party, if the answer is ‘wrong’, there’s a mini-boss fight. Answering everything correctly yields a prize—a key, this process is made difficult by all of Robin’s ‘hints’ (which the Thieves can directly ask for) being lies.

(Bargaining. Goro always thought he could still salvage his revenge despite his enemy being essentially invincible, even now deep down he thinks he can salvage all the effort and sacrifices he put in.)

4) The Stage; Robin Hood appears proper instead of in cameo appearances, this is the lead actor's stage. To earn the right to stand with him, Akira has to have to prove his worth in one-on-one combat while showing the crowd a rousing show. The goal is to use the key obtained in the bargaining layer to unlock the Performer's cuffs.

(Denial, Goro doesn’t believe he needs or deserves saving or a life outside of his revenge, he believes there is no other way forward.)

Hereward and the 'treasure' are in the Imperial box area, which I'll save for part 2 of this I think! The second half of this'll have less focus on the environments and more on general plot and character design.

EDIT: here's part two and part three