#maybe only after the final boss with your winning team

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

I don't really like Imaginarium Theater but I do appreciate the fact that you can have a little chat with the characters you used in combat afterwards, and I wish that they could incorporate into Star Rail. It'd be fun, especially since in Simulated/Divergent Universe you sometimes fight playable (and adjacent) characters themselves (although in the Theater it's basically Traveler personally inviting someone there for a few rounds of combat while in SU/DU I think it's some sort of memory download thing and not the real characters)

[gotham--fc]

Hotheaded - A Jessie Fleming Imagine

Request: Jessie and R play on the same team and someone gets angry at R and gets in her face and Jessie steps in to stop it

Y/N knows she’s the hothead in her relationship. Jessie is just always so calm and collected, and even when she’s not, she usually vents her frustrations to the ref or her own teammates. Y/N takes her frustrations out on the other team. It leads to confrontations on the field, warnings from the ref and her fair share of cards. If someone is going to push her buttons, she’s going to make them regret it.

It’s a chippy game. Both teams are tired, both in playoff pushes, and both feel the need to take all three points from this match. Games like these always end in a plethora of bruises and feeling incredibly sore the next day, but it’s also games like these that get Y/N fired up.

“You’re not good enough to stop me so you gotta foul me instead, huh?” Y/N says after the other team’s defender trips her again.

“Maybe if you weren’t so focused on me you could finally hit a shot on target,” The other player smirks at her and Y/N huffs in frustration.

Y/N leaves the defender where she is and goes to set up for the set piece. The game is deadlocked and Y/N will be damned if the other team scores first.

The kick comes to nothing, and Y/N claps her hands together. Next chance, next chance she’ll score it.

A few minutes later, Y/N streaks down the wing calling for the ball and easily dekes around her defender and dribbles the ball towards the net. She cuts to the middle and she can feel it, this is the chance, there’s only the goalie in her way, and she knows she can beat her, she knows she’ll score, she – she falls face first on the ground. She spits grass out of her mouth and looks up at the defender who pushed her.

“Ref that’s a red!” Y/N yells. The defender scoffs.

“I barely touched you, you dove.”

Y/N ignores her.

“Ref! Are you gonna card her or what?”

The ref runs over and gives the defender a warning, that’s it, a warning and nothing more. Y/N is furious. She’s off her feet trying to plead her case to the ref, but the ref won’t hear it. Y/N stares at the ref in helpless frustration as the ref ignores her.

“Leave it Y/N,” Jessie tugs Y/N’s arm, “Get ready for the free kick.”

Jessie goes to the get the ball, placing it where the ref indicates. Y/N goes to where she’s supposed to stand. The defender jogs past her and looks over her shoulder as she does.

“Yeah, go listen to your little girlfriend. Do you always let her boss you around or are you more than just talk?”

“Why don’t you say that to my fucking face?!” Y/N yells, “Fucking coward, you’ve had enough to say to my back this whole game!”

The defender whips back around, charging forward and getting in Y/N’s face. Y/N doesn’t back down, getting up in hers right back. They’re yelling insults at each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. The defender lightly pushes Y/N back so Y/N slaps her hands away and gives her a push, a harder one. It only dissolves from there, both of them shouting and pushing and their teammates trying to pull them apart, the ref blowing the whistle.

“Stop!” Jessie’s voice shouts above the rest. “You’ll get a red if you keep acting like this! We need you in this game Y/N! She’s not worth it!”

Finally the pair are separated enough. Y/N is still glaring at her, daring at her to say something else so they can start up again. Jessie grabs the sides of Y/N’s face and turns her away.

“Stop it, we need you in this game,” Jessie repeats, “Do you want to win this game?”

“Of course I want to win! I also want to punch her in her stupid–”

“Do you want to win or do you want a red and a suspension for fighting?” Jessie asks, “She’s not worth it, let it go.”

Y/N sighs. She’s not ashamed to admit it, she’s whipped. Everyone knows there’s only one person who can calm her down when she gets like this and it’s Jessie. Y/N would do anything Jessie says, even if it cost her personal pride and street cred. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her, especially the idiots on the other team. All that matters is what Jessie thinks of her, that Jessie knows Y/N would do anything for her.

Jessie scores the free kick and Y/N is the first one to her, lifting her up in the air as their teammates swarm them. As they jog back to half, Y/N makes eye contact with the defender. She smirks.

“It’ll be a long bus ride home to think about the loss, huh?”

Y/N shrugs when Jessie gives her a look. She’ll do anything for Jessie, but she can’t change who she is.

[gyusimp]

Hii, I feel like this isn’t really a great idea but I’m blank right now😭 I was wondering if a request of a Kenji sato and an assistant reader who reminds him of his meetings and does things for him. I thought it was pretty interesting like how sort Mina is

Like they are pretty flirty towards each other, maybe they celebrate a game win, and go to a bar and end up getting drunk and maybe get a bit touchy? It can be nsfw or not 😭

°•𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

WARNINGS: A bit NSFW in the end. Ken had to hire a new assistant while Mina is under construction/repair, but he turns out to grow fonder of you than he expected. (He's not going to fire you when his AI is back, lol) Enjoy, hope you like it! 💖

Kenji Sato has been working alongside his assistant for some time now. Although your relationship is professional on the outside, you can't help the chemistry that arises between both of you due to the trust you both have in each other, especially in the moments of working together. You're always by his side, reminding him of his meetings, coordinating his schedule and making sure everything is in order, but between those formal exchanges, there are smiles, lingering glances and a slight tension that both of you pretend not to notice.

It's hard for you to ignore your boss's endless charms and not just physical but also in his way of being. You always work with quality and professionalism making Kenji congratulate you very often, he's even given you some gifts on occasion as a thank you. Like that expensive jewelry set with gems of your favorite color or that set of rings that was surely worth 5 of your salaries together. Even so, you did everything not for the material rewards but to feel that you were someone important to him, coming to share a closer friendship.

Kenji loved the way you worked, how you had already scheduled his important meetings with sponsors before he asked you or kept reminding him of things he forgot. You informed him about his comments in the press, on social media and from time to time you also managed his accounts. Kenji's whole life was perfectly organized because it was in your hands. You make him feel very calm and he trusts you completely.

After an impressive victory in one of his baseball games, Kenji invites his assistant to celebrate with him. He has already had a celebration with the whole team so now he was thinking of a more private date with one of his favorite people and at the same time it was the perfect excuse to ask you out. Although you usually keep a low profile, this time you gladly accept, delighted to see him so happy.

Just seeing you wearing a pretty tight dress instead of your usual formal clothes and your hair styled differently is enough to make his heart race and he can't help but tell you how different but beautiful you look, once again having another one of those chemistry moments between you two.

You two end up in a neon-lit bar, where the relaxed atmosphere and alcohol begin to loosen your inhibitions. The jokes and laughter you shared in the office now feel more intimate, and the barriers between the professional and the personal begin to blur. Neither of them were drunk, but the environment they were in definitely made them feel more confident with each other, hanging out as friends and not as assistant and boss.

As the night progresses, and after rounds of drinks, Kenji becomes more open and playful. He can’t help but tell you how much he appreciates your company, and his words become more and more personal and close. Feeling drawn to the vulnerable side you rarely see in him, you respond with equal warmth.

Laughter mixes with silences filled with tension as your hands begin to meet casually on the table, only to stay there longer than they should. Finally, in a moment of sincere connection, your eyes meet and the atmosphere between you becomes electric. You lean towards each other, and the contact becomes more than just flirting. When you finally feel your lips on his you close your eyes to kiss him, you think of a short kiss for fear of losing your job but you are surprised by his determination when he prolongs the kiss by taking your waist, making it slower and more passionate, letting his tongue come into contact with yours as you decide to cup his face.

Amidst the music and the bustle of the bar, his hands begin to explore, finding a comfort and closeness that both had desired but never admitted. The intensity of the moment makes it clear that what both feel for each other goes beyond simple physical attraction. His hands move down to your legs, caressing your thigh softly where the opening of the skirt of your dress meets. At this point you fight not to sit on his lap, lost in your thoughts until feeling his hand on your ass makes you gasp in the middle of the kiss.

“I need you…” he admits, letting his breath caress your neck.

"Me too..."

The date at the bar moves back to his huge house where your heels click as you enter without having taken them off, being so busy surrounded by his arms in the middle of another heated kiss while he takes off his shirt on the way to his room, lying you down on his soft sheets, feeling how the whole environment smelled of his perfume. His kisses were more desperate as he caressed your legs under the dress and got rid of it as well as your heels.

You appreciated the sight of his worked naked torso on top of you, now not repressing yourself from running your hands over his broad shoulders and strong arms while he kissed your neck and collarbones. His hands played with the lace of your panties as he showered you with compliments until he slowly slid them down your legs until he took them off and then began to get rid of the clothes he still had on.

The night ends with both of you in the middle of a mess of kisses and sweaty bodies, closer, more aware of what you could be for each other. Although you don't say much to each other, you both know that something changed that night and that the next time you meet, everything will be different.

[annisassintchaska]

AUDACITY: Toto Wolff x Wife!Black!Reader

TW: CURSING, YELLING

The hectic race here in Monza had finally come to an end and it is now time for the post-race interviews. One by one, the drivers were asked questions about what happened during their drive and what they think could've been done differently; however, a specific question a young driver had pissed off the wife the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team, Y/n Wolff as she march her way in front of the man, blocking the journalist's sight of him.

"Could you please repeat that question you asked?" Y/n asked to make sure she heard the man right. "I asked if he felt that since he hadn't been winning any races for Christian, if he thought that maybe his time here in Formula 1 is running out?" the man asked once again, this time with a bit of fear for what the shorter yet feisty woman had to say. "So, I wasn't hallucinating, I heard you correctly! Now let me educate you on something here since you seem to lack the knowledge! A driver's career doesn't just end because they've been constantly not making it to the podium, sure he hasn't been winning yet he did a damn good job at keeping himself in the top six and THAT should be praised considering the state of favouritism going on in his team. Next is to address the fact that yes, we all know that Christian Horner is an impatient man when it comes to certain things, however he would never be that foolish to let Sergio go and if he was, he would pay for it dearly at my hands as I would personally burn his headquarters and garages to ashes, not leaving a pinch of paper for him to start over from. Mark my words, as whatever it is that you call yourself, the post-race interviews are for questions about the race and shouldn't go to the extent of you putting doubts into any driver's mind. BE WARNED THAT THIS IS YOUR FIRST AND LAST WARNING AS YOU ARE WALKING ON THIN ICE SEEMING THAT I COULD'VE HAD YOUR CAREER ENDED ON THE SPOT. Now apologize!" She shouted in anger that someone who should've been able to be trusted to ask sensible questions was actually a complete idiot out for nothing but starting chaos.

"I'm very sorry Sergio, I didn't think my words would have been taken that seriously" said the man as he was on the verge of tears, out of fear that he almost lost his job due to a foolish question. "It's ok, no hard feelings. Just try not to make this mistake again or best believe she'll be back for you" Sergio said as he went over to hug the man, being in shock himself.

Toto had been doing an interview with his drivers, when George noticed what was about to happen and tapped Lewis on the shoulder. They both called for Toto's attention, where the trio along with their journalist, watched on as Y/n gave the visibly shaking man a piece of her mind. After that was done, the lady interviewing them decided to ask "So Toto, you've obviously seen what your wife had just done. What would your reaction be to her for this?" the journalist smiled as she awaited an answer from Toto who as himself looks genuinely scared. "My question is What the fuck do you all want me to do?! I'm not getting involve in that! The last time you all had me interfere, I was unable to sleep on my pillows for a month!" He replied in a panicked tone as Lewis and George were the only two who knew what his "pillows" meant. "Dude, you've got to be kidding me. You still call her breasts pillows? How comfortable could they be?" George asked in amusement that his boss was still obsessed with his wife's boobs. "Trust me Russ, they are very comfy, I've also added and new pair. The ass" Toto said making everyone, including the journalist laugh. "Alright, so I see you're unable to help the guy out, that's all the questions I have for you three. Have a nice rest of your day" the woman said as they replied, "Same to you."

Unbeknownst to them the cameras had still been filming LIVE and they manged to capture the response which sent the world into a spiral at the fact that such a giant of man's weakness was being able to sleep on his wife as it now became the biggest thing to tease him of whenever he did something he wasn't supposed to.

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 15

Part 15:

A week after Liana started working in a small Architecture Firm in New York, her boss called her in for a meeting. Anxiety took over for a moment. She was sweating in her hands and felt like she was going to faint as she sat there, waiting for the 50-year-old man to tell her that she had probably managed to mess up and now she was fired.

"Oh, Liana Levy, the girl of the hour!" He walked into the office cheerfully, causing her to scratch her nose for a second and mentally curse herself. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble." He probably understood her level of stress. No matter how hard she tried, Liana could never hide what she was thinking. "I don't understand what's going on..." She forced a smile, trying not to stutter.

"We received a construction project and the client specifically requested you. He saw your final project in Oxford and was impressed." The man explained. "Specifically me?" Liana asked. "Yes, it's for building a house, in a suburb near New York. To design from scratch. He must really trust you because he insisted that you manage everything." He seemed enthusiastic. Too enthusiastic to be giving such a new employee such a large responsibility. "Of course, you'll get a percentage of this project, and it's one of the most expensive our company has taken on this year. You should be happy; I'll assemble a team for you." He concluded.

"Can I get some details about who ordered the project?" Liana found the mental strength to ask, while Ronen, her boss, was already buried in paperwork. "His name is Art Donaldson. If you follow tennis, you probably know him; he's a rising star in the sport," he said without looking at her. As Liana returned to her desk, the news spread through the office like wildfire. Everyone wondered how the girl with the least experience got the responsibility for the most expensive contract the company had received this year.

Tashi saw Liana from afar as she threw balls to Art and he chased after them. She hadn't seen the her in over three years, but you could tell from Liana's body language that Tashi wouldn't want to be in Art's shoes at the moment. Her steps were quick and long, and she was flushed. All her movements radiated nerves and anger.

"Can I steal him?" Art turned in complete surprise, completely missing the ball Tashi sent his way. "Hey, Liana." Tashi said to her in an amused tone, "Nice to see you." she added. They never had a special connection, but she knew that if the woman in front of her had managed to wrap Patrick and Art around her little finger for years, there must be something worth not ignoring. Tashi didn't see it tho.

"You too." She said to Tashi in response but didn't look at her; her gaze was fixed on Art, "Now, Donaldson," her jaw clenched, and Tashi saw Art swallow and not even ask her before he climbed to the stands, two steps at a time. "Sure, Art, of course you can leave in the middle of training." Tashi said sarcastically. "Maybe I'll bring you his head on a platter." Liana replied instead of him, causing Tashi to raise her hands in surrender. She didn't want to get involved in whatever this was.

Art decided he could look at her like this for hours. Flushed cheeks, glazed green eyes, quick walk toward the shade. He wanted to hug her for a second. To tell her that everything would be okay. That whatever it was, he would solve it for her. But all that after he looked at her a bit longer, while she was just like this. Almost wild. Almost animalistic. Acting purely on instinct. Not thinking about consequences. Only about the here and now. And in her current here and now, Art was present. And after three years of complete ignorance, he called it a win.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" she asked. Her leg was shaking. He couldn't ignore it. But more than anything, he wanted to chuckle. It didn't suit her. This level of anger. She was so small. So delicate. She looked like she could murder him. Physically lift one of the benches and end him right here and now. "A lot of things... right now I don't really like my haircut, I switched barbers and I feel like he cut off too much hair, what do you think, Li?" he answered, trying not to laugh. He couldn't take the situation seriously.

"You know that was my workplace, right?" she said, and he nodded. "Of course, I know. I was very specific in my requirements." He shrugged. Liana could murder him. She was sure of it. His smile was too smug. If she pushed him, maybe he would fall and roll down all the stairs. He deserved it. "Art. People in the office where I've been working for only a week think I sucked your dick and that's why I got a job that's going to earn me more money than I've made in all the years I've existed." she almost screamed. To Art's credit, he held back really well and didn't say 'technically you did suck my dick and sometimes I still imagine it when I want to cum quickly.'

"Li, you're exaggerating." He rolled his eyes instead. "Am I exaggerating? A week! I've been working there for a week! Suddenly the biggest project comes in, and I'm the one managing it? Have you lost your mind?!" she asked. Well, maybe she did scream. He was wandering if Tashi could hear them. She wouldn't let him off the hook. But he didn't care that much. "I bought land and I need to build a house. That's the truth," he said with feigned defeat. "All the construction and planning companies are out of business?" she replied. Her hands were folded under her chest and Art was a man who respected himself and her, so he didn't stare. He only glanced at her chest occasionally.

"I don't know anyone who talks about buildings like you talk about buildings." He shrugged again. As if it were a logical answer. As if Liana were the only architect in the world. "I have no experience, Art. All my experience is completely theoretical." She said in defeat. And Art knew he had officially won. "Liana, I trust you. Besides, think about how exciting this is. Your first project, and you have completely free rein. I trust your taste 100 percent." He stated, not taking his eyes off her. He didn't trust her taste 100 percent; she was in a relationship with Patrick. But he trusted her taste, her abilities, and her passion. She talked about buildings like he talked about tennis. He had a way to give her a good start, not even she could stop him from doing that.

"What do you mean by free rein?" she asked. "Whatever you want to do with this land, do it. Without thinking about the budget. I won some big tournaments this year. It's all good." He shrugged again. As if it were no big deal, but he continued to scrutinize her. He wanted to see that she was proud of his achievements.

"I need to talk to Patrick." She stated, causing Art to raise an eyebrow. "Why?" "Because he's my boyfriend, Art. And this might not sit well with him." She concluded, turning her back to him and walking away. Once again, Art had always been a respectful man, but the sight of her ass walking away in anger was an image he planned to keep in his head for the near future.

"What was that?" Tashi asked, half amused and half curious. "Liana." Art replied, not wanting to elaborate. "I didn't ask who it was, I asked what it was." She clarified, rolling her eyes as she walked to the other side of the net and picked up her racket, seeing Art mimic the action. "That was a point for Art." He answered, more to himself. Tashi hadn't seen Art play like he did in that practice since they were at Stanford.

"Of course not, Liana." Patrick looked horrified. "What do you mean 'of course not'?" she responded. "You are not going to build Art Donaldson's house." He sat down on the torn couch that one of his friends had given them as a gift, shifting his gaze from her to the TV that was on the floor. "I don't have a choice, you know that, right Patrick?" she asked the obvious.

He laughed. The smug bastard laughed. "Of course you have a choice. You just want to work closely with Art. Stand next to him and have him sweat near you while he whispers things about the house in your ear, Liana. Do you masturbate to that when I'm not here?" he responded. "You're an idiot. You really, really are an idiot and need some medical help. You know that? It's clinical in my opinion." she said, completely exhausted from the day's twists and turns. She stood with her back to him and her face to the fan.

"Do you understand the concept of work, Patrick? Do you know what 'boss' means? Do you know what it means when someone else decides your schedule? Do you understand discipline? Because for us to have money for a freaking couch that doesn't smell like piss, one of us needs to work." she said, turning her head towards him.

He looked at her with disgust. No less, no more, disgust. "So, you've decided to be Art Donaldson's whore?" he asked with feigned calm, as if it were a logical question. She turned fully and approached him, crouching in front of him and looking directly into his eyes. "You have 5 seconds to apologize before this becomes the last time you see me in your life." Her gaze was darker. Almost aggressive. Uncharacteristic. He really pushed her to the edge and back in seconds.

"Liana, you must see—" he started, looking aside, unable to contain such level of rage directed at him. "First, apologize for what you said, then speak." She stood up and moved away from him but didn't break eye contact. Expecting him to look at her again. "I'm sorry, of course I don't think you're Art's whore, come on, Liana." He looked at her, trying to minimize what he had said.

She rolled her eyes in response and went back to standing in front of the fan. "You must see what he's doing." He continued from before. "He's building a house you're imagining, Liana. You're building a house you love. Who do you think he wants to live there? Do you really think he's building your dream house for himself? Do you really think Art Donaldson thinks you're that talented?" he almost scoffed at the end.

Patrick didn't believe she could be that naive. Something in him knew no one could be that naive. He was sure part of Liana wanted Art's closeness just as much as he knew Art wanted hers. "You don't think I'm that talented?" she asked, turning her head to him but not her whole body. He hated the fact that recently, even when they were fighting, not all her attention was on him. The fight didn't consume her entirely like it did to him. Right now, she was more concerned with being hot than being angry at him.

"Of course I think you're talented, Liana," he sighed. Not understanding how he ended up in this corner. "Good, because I am really fucking talented. Why are you on the couch by the way? Don't you have a tournament in two days?" she suddenly asked. "I'm resting." "No, you're giving up on yourself. Again." She rolled her eyes.

Liana saw Art training for the same tournament today. They had been in New York for over a month, and Patrick had been to the tennis court four times; Liana knew because she counted. "I'm going to build him the fucking house, Patrick, it's my job, and I want to have money to buy a TV stand. If you don't like it, you're welcome to find yourself a simple, ordinary job of simple, ordinary people that will earn an amount of money that won't make me hesitate whether to buy oat milk or regular milk but then suffer from a stomachache because I want a cup of coffee but I'm lactose intolerant." she took a breath for a moment, "And if you ever call me someone's whore again, because of your stupid insecurity, I will personally cut off your dick. The only one who has been unfaithful in this relationship is you, so don't project your shit onto me." she concluded the conversation with a door slam.

Some days, Liana thinks she hates him. There are too many of those recently.

"I can't fucking hear you," Liana yelled into the phone as she walked among the people who had come to the tournament in New York. "Can you hear me now?" Melissa asked, but Liana heard her voice breaking up. "Hardly." She sighed. Liana missed London. She came to the almost tragic realization that the only person she knew in America and (mostly) wanted to stay in touch with was Patrick. She never had friends here. There was Rebecca, but they didn't keep in touch. Once, she could call Art her friend, but that time was far behind her. All the friends she made in recent years were left behind, and she had to build herself a new social circle. Until she managed to do that, she called Melissa every other day.

"He has a tournament today, and I just know he'll be eliminated after two matches, so why even bother?" she mumbled into the receiver. "I hope you're not talking about me, Li, because that would hurt my ego." She heard Art's voice behind her, as smug as ever. He knew she wasn't talking about him. He won awards. He was on a different level. He had a fresh campaign with Adidas. He was building a house while she didn't even have a TV stand. Liana wanted to choke him.

"I'm on the phone," she said coldly. "Someone I know?" He still spoke in the same amused tone. "No, Donaldson, you don't know her." She rolled her eyes. "Is that Art? The Art?" Melissa said in response over the phone. "Shut up," Liana shot back, unable to focus on both her and the guy in front of her, who looked as young as he looked in college and probably just as dumb. "Maybe I should know her; every friend of yours is a friend of mine, you know, according to the transitive property and all," he said, trying to grab the phone from her. "The transitive property would imply we're friends, Art, which is far from reality." She rolled her eyes again, and he chuckled as she moved away from him. "Asshole," Liana mumbled, almost forgetting the conversation she was having. "An asshole you wish you could fuck," Melissa declared, laughing. "Anyway, I can barely hear you," Liana responded, hanging up. She received a text a second later, 'Love you, bitch. Fingers crossed for Patrick at the tournament. Don't worry too much; it causes wrinkles.' At least someone still knew how to make her smile.

Art found Patrick smoking on a bench. He took a deep breath as he approached him, wearing the best smile he could muster. "If it isn't Patrick Zweig, the one and only," he said casually. Patrick raised an eyebrow at him. "Donaldson," Patrick said. And Art could see that he was the last person Patrick wanted to see. But it's tennis. It's a tennis tournament in America. What did he think would happen? "What, you didn't come all this way to see me?" Art asked with a laugh. Aware that the last time he asked this, Patrick was still with Tashi, and Art thought he cared that he was with Tashi.

"How are you man?" he sat down next to him. "Are you hitting on my girlfriend?" Patrick didn't like beating around the bush, especially not with Art. He hadn't seen Art in so long, and the unfamiliarity was surreal. "Your girlfriend." Art chuckled. "I'm surprised you two have lasted this long. You have to tell me the secret; the longest relationship I had was a month," he responded.

"Good sex," Patrick replied, looking Art directly in the eyes. Knowing that the fact Patrick had been sleeping with her for so many years definitely bothered him. It sat at the edge of his thoughts constantly. Art chuckled again. "Too bad you told her to come here, Patrick," he said, planning to leave when he realized the conversation wasn't progressing. "Too bad I told my girlfriend to come see me play tennis?" Patrick raised an eyebrow. "You forget that long before she was your girlfriend, she was my lucky charm." He walked away without giving Patrick a chance to respond.

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[deiaiko]

#22.6 Praise

Novick nervously chewed on his nail. He was waiting in front of the medbay, sitting on the couch. He was too restless to have lunch with the others.

He had gotten too carried away fighting the small Khun –Ran, his mind supplied– as he finally had someone on par with him.

Boss had looked really upset while he was healing Ran.

Even though Boss had never been actually mad at them, Novick had seen what Boss was capable of when he was upset. And knowing that Boss was fond of Viole's old teammates, he figured he might be in trouble. So it was better to get this problem resolved before it escalated further.

The door opened and he felt cold sweat forming on his skin when Boss stepped out.

"Oh, Novick." Boss's tone was unexpectedly calm. It was kind of scary, given the situation. "Why are you here?"

Novick blanked. How should he answer that? He wasn't particularly worried about Ran's wellbeing, given that he knew Boss was capable, but would it be rude if he didn't ask? Maybe he should apologize first? Though the mere thought already made his throat dry.

Seconds ticked by. He appreciated how patient Boss was, but there was still a limit to the awkwardness that both of them could stand. So Boss spoke to fill the silence. "Ran is fine, if you're wondering about that."

That was a relief, but it didn't ease his restlessness. He decided to swallow his pride, and said, "I apologize." He didn't intend for it to come out as a mumble, so he cleared his throat. "I will do better to control myself next time."

Boss shifted his feet to face his direction, and Novick could feel the weight of his stare. "Why?"

"Huh." His train of thought came to a halt from the unexpected reaction, and he dared to look up to meet Boss's eyes.

"I told you to not hold back and give it your best, didn't I?" Boss shrugged. "And you did. I don't see why you're apologizing."

Sure, Boss's expression was hard to read sometimes, but at least Novick could tell that he was not upset at him. So that was a relief.

"It wasn't your fault that Ran fainted. He consumed a lightning pill to boost his power, and that was the expected side effect."

Novick blinked. He did notice that after Ran ate something mid-fight, it had felt like a losing battle with how little chance he had for a counter-attack. But Ran's destructiveness was still incomparable to Grace's, and it was surprisingly easy to endure him.

"Ran was born a genius. A direct descendant and the brother of Mascheny Jahad herself. But you've worked hard to improve, and I'm truly impressed that you were able to stand him."

Novick felt conflicted. On one hand, he was swelling with pride. It was the highest praise that Boss had ever given him. The reason he liked to fight was because he liked to win, not because he wanted anyone's validation. However, it did feel really nice when someone acknowledged his capabilities.

Though that had also meant that Boss didn't have as much faith in him as he did with Ran…which was fair since he was biased from sharing lineages. But still, it had bruised his ego, especially because he couldn't say he won against Ran. He didn't get to steal his tag before time was up, after all.

"Don't sweat it. You will get other chances to spar with him." Boss stepped away and activated the elevator. "I'm going to the cafeteria. Coming?"

The cafeteria was only one floor above, and the stairs were right beside them. It was easy to figure that Boss was physically exhausted. Maybe he should follow him, just in case? It wasn't like he had anything else to do in front of the med bay anyway.

Looking back, the week leading to this day was used fully to exercise –with Boss as their main support, and Grace and Viole as their opponents. He could proudly say that his team worked better than before, but he also noticed that overworking had put some strain on Boss's health. Though that it was nothing new, unfortunately. Boss had always been too hard on himself, ever since Novick knew him.

The elevator let out a chime as the door opened. Only then did Novick noticed that the anxiousness from before had been long forgotten, and the thought of food made his stomach rumble. So, mindlessly, he got up and followed Boss to the cafeteria.

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Ep 8 Theories

With the series finale come my last minute theories and thoughts regarding the episode and what could be going on towards the end of the episode.

Spoilers, duh

I'll be trying to stick with how the episode played out, might occasionally end up jumping around though. I have heard plenty of rather negative/disappointed thoughts regarding the ep. Overall, I'm very happy with how it ended- yes there are a couple issues, but I don't think they took away from the main idea. Most of my theories will mirror that.

First being, V is alive! The queen returned in the best and coolest way possible. Couple things here.

I do wonder if V was more than suspicious of Tessa and her identity. So in the end, chose to not go with them on purpose- fake her death, and see how the rest goes.

Something that was on the sentinel's part/fault, they didn't actually boot loop her, giving her a higher chance of escape. Rather unsatisfying explanation to some, but to me, it is more than enough. The sentinels have less knowledge/programming made by humans, and it was already seen that V could overpower one of the sentinels. Seeing as they are a pack running team, seeing that defeat might have just turned those tides. A bit of a silly thought, but silly is this show and the reason I love it.

The biggest thing that had me confused was this. Perhaps I'm slow- and I am- but I had to think about what possible promise the Absolute Solver could have made and later tricked her instead. That would probably have to go all the way back to ep5:

"You will not have to discard your pets, and I will not discard you."

In a way, this line was aimed both at Tessa and J- who was simply a bystander. The Absolute Solver kind of promised not to get rid of Tessa, someone that J seemed to have a close connection with. Technically, the AS never got "rid off" Tessa, simply repurposed her just like all of the WD in the mansion to become DDs. Perhaps there was a background deal between AS and J that included the promise of leaving Tessa alone, or doing something for the AS and being freed from its control after. Either way, the AS broke that promise and J simply gave up. She chose to side with the "winning side" and lost all of her fighting spirit and reason to be. Perhaps that is why during the fight, she simply never returned. We saw J being tossed into a crevice and that was all- before her returning in the credits rebuilding the ship. When the tide changed, she didn't see a reason to keep on fighting alongside the AS and dipped out of her shift.

The comment of "I never needed either of you." also made me wonder if this also implied that all J needed was Tessa. Someone of higher authority to tell her what to do and which orders to follow. J never needed friends, only a boss that oversaw them all in an orderly manner. But then again, that's just my thought, in no way a concrete theory.

Less of a theory and more of a observation. Seems that a lot more of N's memories were wiped slowly one by one, and this would be one of the reasons as to why. If the AS wanted the team to retain their personalities, it would need to get rid of the things that could traumatize the team and therefore change how they behaved- especially seen with N. He seemed to always have the least amount of memories from the past, surprising until you see that maybe this was because he woke up during the transferring process between WD and DD. That would completely change how he behaved, his core personality would be gone- the one that the AS got so attached to.

A call back from ep4: "We do our jobs, and that thing leaves us alone." Perhaps V and AS also had a deal. Because they all retained their personalities, and at first maybe their memories as well- before the CYN administration started to delete them- V could also make a deal with the AS for her and N's freedom. The deal was broken, V chose to raise her sword against Cynessa entity instead which irked the AS. An attempt was made on V's side to salvage the moment, perhaps to say that she could still finish the overall job, choose the "winning team" as according to J earlier in the ep. Of course, that didn't work.

Gotta give it to my tired and sick brain, I couldn't figure out what Uzi meant by "Just me in here." Nor how Uzi was even able to start fighting the AS control unlike in ep7. What changed? Well Uzi, herself said it, "You don't fricking own me." Uzi's personality and desires was something that the AS could never use for its own gain. Unlike with Cyn- who did not want to be discarded- Uzi didn't really have any wishes and desires that the AS could fulfill/poach. Yes, in ep4 Uzi was often forgotten by her classmates and seemed to want to hang out with them all as well. "So glad you fit right in. Super cool-" is what she told V. She wished to fit in at some point in time. The AS took that thought and said, "'aight I got this. To fit in/make sure N doesn't leave her Imma just get rid of the obstacles!" in a very AS way. The snap that occurred between ep7 and ep8 was Uzi's dislike of being "owned" by something. She's always prided herself in being her own drone, with her own personality and character. The AS constantly wants that control, to be able to move its puppets as it wishes. Once Uzi said "no" to it once, it gets easier to say "no" to it again and again- because the method is always the same. The callback ping stops working and instead Uzi takes the control.

So, the Solver of the Absolute Fabric, the Void, the Exponential End is this. It has a final form that always resided in Cyn. It appears that Nori knew this as well, because she made a comment of:

"The Solver needs a host- destroy Cyn's heart."

The AS's final form is a black hole, much like those that the Solver drones have been able to create. Except in Cyn's case, the form of the AS is much bigger and more grand. Cyn's core behaved a lot like how J's core did back in ep2

All of her parts became miniature black holes before floating away off of the screen. Perhaps each drone that has some form of the AS in it- be it a DD or a Solver drone- will eventually become this. Hinting at the fact that if N and V were to die, their cores would become small black holes. In Nori's case, something similar would happen as well, if the core was to be destroyed. In Uzi's case, if her core is destroyed, the size of the black hole would be similar if not bigger than the one we saw in ep8 from Cyn. Depending on how much control the AS has in the drone, the bigger/smaller the black hole will be post core death.

Now as for the end. The ending I'm actually fine with. It's very open ended, leaving it to us to figure out the truth and the lies. For us, the viewers, to fill in the holes that may be left and choose where the story goes from there. Some may take the path of: this is all a lie, none of the things post Uzi integrating with the AS is real, others may take the route of the happy ending and that everyone figures out how to live on. I'm more with the happy ending gang.

The ending doesn't solve anything though. Much like how the image says "I'm not solved" the problem was never solved. The AS still exists and at best, what Uzi did was put the whole kill all of the universes thing on a pause. But here's where I give the one and only thing I have a gripe about regarding this episode:

The moment between N running to check on Uzi to Uzi waking up where everything is destroyed. Half of the confusion regarding the ending of the series and many disappointments I see stem from this scene alone. Because it's so sudden and rough that it makes the episode feel rushed. I expected the entire episode to be a big fight and then leaving about 5 minutes for the ending/denouement- that's generally how these sorts of animations go. My issue is with that scene and the rough transition. What could have helped, I think, was to have 2-3 minutes of Uzi chatting with the AS directly. Doesn't need to be anything grand- put her and the AS in a black plane/mindscape and have them chat. About why the AS is still even fighting, and make a deal/truce with each other showcasing the reasoning behind the integration/fusion of Uzi and the AS at a much better pace. Then, have her wake up with the Fatal Error, continue on with the ending. Granted, this method would take away from the suspense and tension feeling that was originally felt when we saw Uzi with the "Fatal Error" on her visor. Furthermore, the surprise that we felt when we first saw Uzi's eyes.

Another theory as to the possible sudden/rough transition would actually be this. When Uzi imploded the planet for the umpteenth time in the episode, the things that were surrounding her slowly started to go back up- much like they did when Cyn was calling for the second core collapse. Perhaps her actions, in fact, did cause the core collapse and then yeeting her into god knows where like Nori and Yeva in the past. All the while this was happening, the AS integrated with Uzi. But because Uzi is much stronger now- mentally and physically- the AS couldn't take complete control like it did with Cyn. Instead, it was a partial fusion of the two entities. Giving Uzi the extra solver powers seen with Cyn, but keeping her personality intact instead of the AS exploiting it like it did with Cyn.

Finally, my take on what the hell is happening with the post credit scene. I've seen a lot of people take this scene in the way that Uzi is living in a simulated ending. They never actually won, and the AS simply created an entire illusion of a happy ending just for her to cope better. Here's the problem with that theory:

Cyn was known for being able to switch between all of these forms without needing to lose her original body. The AS is now integrated into Uzi and has given her the power to do the same thing Cyn was capable of doing. "But Ginkgo, why does Uzi seem so tired then? And why show the empty halls?" To be for real, if I had a little tail that would constantly spout that I look good in a bow and other comments, I would be tired too. Regarding the hallway, depending on time of day could mean how many drones are out and about. In ep2, it was shown that a lot of places become deserted when it's not being used, same applies to the school. Furthermore, a small idea just came to mind, maybe hiding the AS parts of herself takes a lot of energy and makes Uzi tired. When the drones are all gone- the ones that are at least afraid of her- she could let that mask slip, thus glitching out occasionally and dipping into the other forms.

Overall, I genuinely enjoyed the episode and was really sad to see the series come to the end- still coming to terms with it really. While the ending is very open ended and gives a great opportunity for season 2 to pick from, I wouldn't be upset if there is no S2. If they ever did announce there was one, I'd be really happy, but if there isn't that's alright as well. Liam did a wonderful job with tying the story off, open ended for us to play around with and continue the journey of these characters in a way that makes us happy.

Glitch stated that they have some things they'll be using N and Uzi for, my gamble is they will mostly likely return for events- Glitch Inn, promotion of products, GlitchX, etc. What I would love to see is little snippet episodes of little shenanigans they might get up to. Post canon mini episodes if you will.

Most of these "theories" don't match up to some older ones I may have done, but when something comes to an end, there isn't much to theorize about in the future. Plus I've been under the weather for a little while TwT So I don't have many braincells online currently. But thanks for seeing through these last "theories" and thoughts I had. Maybe in the future, if I come up with some other insane idea I'll share it. Until then, I'll be seeing you later >:3

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The one with “We were on a break”

I have had this one shot ready for a week, but I didn’t post it because is not festive, but today I said fuck it 😂

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: After a fight you and Henry decide to take a break… you spend all your night deciding if maybe you didn’t make a mistake, Henry spends his night differently Warnings: angst, cheating (is it cheating? is it not? if you have seen the episode of Friends this is inspired of, you know what I mean), child abandonment. Poorly written English, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

The last year had been difficult for you and Henry, the constant arguing, the couple therapy, the costant nagging every time he traveled for more than a week without you, the fear every time he went out with his friends.

It all had started 12 months ago: you had just been promoted at your job and you couldn't have been happier, after years and years of given your all to your job your boss was finally recognizing your effort, you were engaged to the love of your life, you had a beautiful house and a super cute and fluffy pup. But the promotion hadn't only come with the gratification of your effort being recognized, it was also followed by a lot more responsibilities and hours in the office.

Henry had been happy and supportive of you, of course he had been, he had always wanted for you to be fulfilled in every aspect of your life and he knew that, even if you didn't need to work because he could provide with anything you could need and want, you had always wanted to be indipendent, you didn't want him to think you cared about his money, not even for a second. You always joked that when he got tired of it he could just "hang up the cape” and you would give him an allowance.

Even though he couldn't have been happier for you and your accomplishments, the longer hours in the office had started to weigh on both of you and your relationship.

Your relationship had always needed a lot of work: Henry traveled a lot for his job but you had always managed because you used to have stable hours, but being now the head of your own team you couldn't always go back home at 5 p.m. like you used to, beside you had just been promoted you couldn't ask for time off already.

All of that had reduced the time you could spent with Henry when he was home and it had started a chain of reaction that had ended with the biggest fight you and your fiancè had ever had in four years of your relationship.

You could still remember that day, and the days after, like it was yesterday, you could still remembered the emptiness you had felt as soon as Henry had slammed the door of your house, you could still feel the dread of losing the love of your life for a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive.

-10 months before-

You were in your office with your boss Daniel, trying to fix the mess that was the last shipment, you could see your cell lighting up with Henry's calls, but you could also feel your boss eyes burning the back of your head so you couldn't really answer, beside you were almost done. You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it had taken but you had done it: you had fixed the problem and you had impressed your boss.

"Good job today, I was sure you were the right person for the promotion but i'm happy I wasn't wrong"- Daniel, your boss had smiled at you… and he never smiled, so you took it as a win.

"Thank you"- you had said while putting your coat on

"Why don't you take the next couple of days off? I know the last couple of months, after your promotion, have been tough and don't think I haven't noticed that you have been the last one leaving the office almost everyday since getting promoted. The project is bascially done, we have fixed the shipment problem, I'm sure your team can manage the last details without you"- you wanted to jump for the happiness but had tried to stay professional.

"Are you sure?"- you double checked

"Of course, you deserve it. I don't want to see you until next week"- Daniel said while leaving the office.

You were on cloud nine, you were tired of course but you couldn't wait to be home: all you wanted was to get home, drink a glass of wine and tell Henry the good news. You couldn't wait to spend some time with Henry: maybe you could take a long weekend trip, it was going to be amazing.

You arrived home and the first thing you noticed was that Kal didn't come as soon as he heard your car and that could mean only two things: he and Henry weren't home or Kal was too busy taking care of Henry to come to the door and that worried you...

"Babe? Kal? I'm home"- you said while hanging your coat. Henry didn't answer you but you could now hear Kal wining and the tv on so that meant he was home.

You went to the living room, sure that Henry was there by now, even if he hadn't answered when you had said hi, maybe he had just fell asleep while watching a film.

Only when you entered the living room you were able to noticed that the table was set, a simple candle as center piece, and a bouquet of red roses was resting on what was supposed to be your side of the table. Henry was on the couch and it was clear he was very much awake

"Babe. I'm so sorry, I-" you tried but he didn't let you finish

"it's 11 p.m. Y/n, you told me you were going to be home at 6 at most... at 6 and it's 11 pm"- you could see it was upset and the last thing you wanted was to have a fight. You were so tired, you just wanted to hug your boyfriend and go to sleep preferably with your bear of a man and your baby-bear of a pup keeping you warm.

"I know I'm sorry, I really tried but the shipment department made a mistake and it took a while to fix it but listen-" he stopped you again and now you were getting annoyed. He knew there were really few things that got on your nerves and people not letting you speak was one of them. But you took a deep breath trying to stay calm as long as you could because you could see Henry was mad and one of you needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to avoid a fight

"You tried, yeah that's what you keep saying, that's the only thing I have been hearing from you in the last two months, well that and the message on your voicemail since you seem to have decided to stop answering my phone calls. Do you even remember what today is?”-he asked and even before he had finished to speak you wanted to curse. Fuck the roses, the home cooked dinner, he was wearing your favorite suit...

"It's our anniversary"- you whispered, it's not like you had completly forgotten, you had rembered this morning but you hadn't seen Henry before going to work since you had gotten out while he was still on his morning run, just to be sure not to get late. You had asked your boss to go out a little bit early but then the mess had happened and you had forgotten about the anniversary, about the dinner Henry had planned weeks ago without telling you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. He had only aked you to be there and well... you hadn’t been .

"Yeah it's our anniversary and I just spent it without even seeing my fiancè since she was busy working all day"- he wasn't screaming, Henry never did, especially not at you, but it didn't mean he was any less angry

"I tried, I swear I had asked Daniel yesterday to finish early but-"

"Daniel of course"- he interrupted you again and now you had had enough

"What's that supposed to mean?"- now you were getting angry... ok you were sorry you forgot about dinner, you were sorry you got home late, but calm-Y/n had run out of patience and you didn't like the tone your fiancè was using with you

"There is something I should know? about you and Daniel?"- Henry asked and in that moment you could have strangled him

"Please tell me you are not serious right now"- you tried one last time to reasoned with your fiancé

"Do you think I didn't noticed how he looked at you at your promotion dinner? How he always tried to get his hands on you?"

"OH MY GOD! Not this again, there is nothing between us, he is fucking married and even if he wasn't do you really think I would cheat on you? is that the consideration you have of me? Do you really think that low of me?"- you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream, maybe a bit of both. You were sure your relationship was solid but now it almost seems like it was falling to pieces in front of you

"No of course not. I dont know"- Henry said sounding deffeated

"You don't know... after four years together you dont know"- you could feel tears starting to fall but you didn't give them any mind -"Maybe we should take a break"- you added after a while you and Henry had spent waiting for the other to say something

"Yeah... let's just take a breath, I'm gonna take a walk, do you want me to get you something while I'm out?"- Henry was looking at you and even though you wanted to stop your mouth before it could spell the next words, you couldn’t, it almost seemed like you had lost control

"I meant a break from us"- you muttered

"You want to break up?"- Henry asked and you could see he was shocked and mad all over again

"I..."- you wanted to tell no but you couldn't speak, you wanted to stop him while he was getting his coat, you wanted to tell him you loved him when he was almost at the door, but you didn't. All you did was watch the love of you life slamming the door of your house while crying, Kal spent the whole time whining

-Now-

You had spent that night crying, trying to reach Henry on his phone to tell him you didn't really mean it, you were just tired and a little bit mad, you wanted him to get back home so you could rest and have that conversation when you weren't running high on emotion.

You had wanted to tell him you didn't mean it, there was no way you had meant it.

You heard the door opening and Henry getting in the house, you took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the past: you and Henry had moved past that fight and what it lead to. You had needed months of couple therapy but you were finally in a good place again.

"Hey baby"- you said while hugging Henry, the memory of that night had left you needing a little bit of affection

"You ok?"- Henry asked, he could probably see a lingering pain in your eyes, the pain form remembering but you didn't want to bring up that fight again, you had talk it through in therapy and you were over it, but sometime you still thought about that night, about what you could have said differently, you still wished no mistake had been made at work so that you could have been home on time... nothing would have happened then, or maybe it would have anyway, who knew. Your therapist had told you there was no good that could come from the 'what if' but you couldn't help yourself and, even if he didn't tell you, you knew it was the same for Henry, you knew he still thought about it, he still wished things had gone differently.

"Yeah of couse, I can't stop thinking about our trip for our anniversary in two months. Paris here we come"- you laughed trying not to think that your anniversary would always coincide with the worst memory of your relationship with Henry. But you had both decided you didn't want to lose the pleasure to celebrate your anniversary.

Henry smiled at you while tenderly kissing your temple

"I love you"- he said and your heart warmed as it did every time you heard those words from him. You two were ok... yeah you were

"I love you too"

You were about to kiss Henry when you heard Kal barking and the ring of the doorbell soon after.

"Are you waiting for someone?"- you asked

Henry shook his head before going to the door, you decided to stay in the kitchen so you could start cooking dinner, whoever was at the door Henry could handle it. But when 5 minutes had passed and Henry hadn't yet come back and hand't invited whoever was at the door in, you started to worry

"Henry who was it?"- you asked while reaching Henry at the door, but once you were there you almost stopped breathing: she was in your house with a stroller at her feet.

-10 months before- the day after the fight-

You had spent the previous night trying to reach your boyfriend on the phone to ask him to come back home, to let him know there was no way you wanted to break up, not even take a small break. That wasn't true, you had just been a little bit mad and very tired. But your calls hadn't been asnwered. You had then decided to leave him a message

"Hey baby I'm sorry about our fight, I didn't mean it, of course I don't want us to take a break. I'm gonna wait for you in our bed ok? Please come home. I love you"- your message had said

You were sure that as soon as Henry would have listened to your message, he would have come back home and you would have made up. There was no doubt in your mind.

You had fallen asleep while waiting.

The next day you had woken up expecting to find the warm presence of your fiance next to you, his big arms hugging you like he always did but you were alone, Henry's side of the bed was made.

You started to worry: there was no way that Henry after listening to your message hadn't come home, something must have happened.

You were ready to call every member of the Cavill family, every hospital in town to make sure he was ok, when you heard the door closing.

"Henry?"- you knew you were almost screaming but you were scared, you had been sure your fiance was nearly dead until a minute ago, otherwise why hadn't he answered your calls, why hadn't he come home.

"Oh my god Henry"- you flew in his arms as soon as you saw him, he squeezed you in between his arms, almost like he was sure you were going to leave. - "I'm so sorry about yesterday, I was just tired, you were right I need to balance my work and my personal life better, but you need to know I would never cheat on you, not with Danel, not with anyone. Beside Daniel gave me the next couple of days off, we could take the car and go on a road trip, we always wanted to do that. Henry are you ok? Did you get hurt?"- you asked in the end when you finally noticed you had been talking for minutes without Henry saying anything back.

"I'm sorry"- he only said

"I know I'm sorry too, we just had a fight, nothing that a calm conversation with a hot chocolate can't fix"- you gently kissed him on the nose.

Now that you weren't scare to death for your boyfriend safety, now that you could finally breathe and think clearly you noticed that your phone hadn't stopped beeping since you had woken up

"Oh my god, what is happening? I swear to god if something happened at work again I'm quitting"- you went to pick up your phone to understand what was happening that had people blowing up your phone.

"i'm sorry"- you heard Henry's saying once again while you looked at the thousand messages people had sent you, every one of them had photos of Henry with his arms around someone else, of Henry entering an hotel with another woman, photos of Henry kissing a woman that wasn’t you.

You looked at Henry and when he once again said sorry you were sure you were gonna be sick

-Now-

And now that woman was on your door step, with a straller on the floor at her feet.

"what is she doing here?"- you asked Henry and you knew you sounded harsh.

You could see the hurt in Henry's eyes, the fear of losing you, the same fear you had worked on together on therapy, you could see it, of course you could, but at the same time you could also see the woman your fiancé had cheated you with in your home, with a baby in toe.

“I don’t know”- Henry said unsure, it was clear he didn’t know who to look at, his eyes kept going from you to the women at your door to the baby no one had talked about yet.

You wanted to run, you really did, the woman that had almost broke your relationship forever was in front of your fiancé and even though you didn’t think Henry would hurt you like that again you weren’t going to risk it. You didn’t want to hate her: it was Henry who was in a relationship back then, he was the one who had made the mistake, but still you didn’t want to see her.

“I don’t want it”- the woman said bringing back you on earth

“What?”- Henry said

“I don’t want it, the baby, it’s yours. You can do whatever with it, you can keep it or give him up for adoption, I don’t care”- she sounded like she was talking about a thing and you really wanted to punch her

“You can’t just leave your baby with me, you don’t even know me”- Henry said while you stood there looking at the scene like it was a movie you were watching, like it wasn’t really happening in real life, like it wasn’t happening in YOUR LIFE.

“It’s not my baby”- she said before turning her back to you and leaving, the baby was still asleep in the stroller on the floor.

Henry picked the stroller up, and started to go in the living room, probably trying to understand what to do now

“Y/n”- Henry called you once he noticed you stood still at the door but you couldn’t move. You wanted to look at your fiancé but you knew once you did everything was going to become real or well real for you at least.

“Y/n, baby”- Henry said coming back to you once he was sure the baby was safe and asleep. He gently shook you, trying to get you to look at him and not at the now closed door

“You have a baby”- you just said

“I-“

“You have a baby with another woman… you had a baby with the woman you cheated me with”- you knew you sounded like a broken record but you were still processing

“We-“- Henry tried but you stopped him before he could even really begin

“Don’t even try saying that we were on a break, because I swear to God Henry… Fuck, you have a baby, and it’s not mine, fuck”- the tears were coming, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it, what do you do when your fiancé have a baby with the woman he has cheated you with?

“I think I need a moment”- you said

“Ok”- Henry said thinking you were going to go to the bedroom, but soon it was clear he had been mistaken -“where are you going?”- he asked when he saw you putting shoes and coat on and opening the door

“I need a moment”- you left without even looking at you.

You knew you should have stayed, you didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t but at the same time you were feeling all the hurt you had tried to leave behind and you didn’t know what to do.

-10 Months ago, the day after the fight-

“Y/n, talk to me please”- you had been staring at your phone for what it seems like hours without saying a word and Henry was starting to get worried. He tried to gently take your arm but you took a step back

“Don’t touch me”-

“I’m sorry, Y/n I made a mistake, an horrible one but I’m sorry”- Henry tried again

“A mistake?! You slept with another woman Henry”

“She didn’t mean anything”

“And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship”

“I didn’t think there was a relationship to jeopardize, I thought we were broken up”

“I asked for a break, a break I was ready to call off as soon as you got out of the house, I tried to call you so many times last night but you were too busy screwing someone else to answer me. You were busy sleeping with another woman after you had just accused me of cheating”-

“I’m sorry, I thought we were broken up, it doesn’t justify what I did I know, I fucked up but please, please, tell me we can fix it, tell me how to fix it”- Henry asked with glossy eyes

And you just stood there looking at the man you loved asking yourself if you would ever be able to forgive him

-Now-

You weren’t even sure where you were gonna go, you weren’t even sure what to do, you just got in the car and stood there.

You just stayed in the car, in front of your house where your fiancé was alone with a month-old baby, a baby that you didn’t give him.

You looked at your phone, you didn’t even know how but you had spent an hour in your car without doing nothing, you took a deep breath and looked at the house: there was no doubt anymore, you knew what you were going to do.

You exited the car and got in the house; you could hear the baby’s screams, so you let them lead you where your man and the baby were.

“You’re back”- Henry took a deep breath as soon as he saw you: you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know if you were actually going to come back tonight or at all, or if he was hoping you could help him with a baby that apparently had been crying for a while, almost for as long as you had been gone.

“Why is the baby crying? Did you check the diaper? Did you feed him?”- you asked getting closer to Henry and gently caressing the baby’s feet

“You’re back” Henry said again

“Henry focus, yes I’m back”- you looked at your fiancé’s eyes for the first time since you had been back and you could see he was just as scared as you, you were both scared you weren’t going to survive another tsunami

“You left”- he just said

“I know, I’m sorry, I needed a moment or an hour apparently”- you shrugged

“Where did you go?”- he asked

“Nowhere actually, I just got in the car and stayed there, I needed a moment but we are gonna be alright, ok?”- you caressed Henry’s curls before pooping the baby nose softly watching the baby stopping screaming for a second before starting again -“we’re gonna be ok, we are probably gonna need to schedule a couple appointments with the therapist, but we are gonna get past this, but we need to focus on the baby right now.”

“Ok”- he just said waiting at you for direction… oh your man

“I think she left some formula and some diapers so I’m gonna take care of the baby and you are gonna make some calls”

“Calls?”

“Yes Henry calls. You need to call one of your brothers to get some stuff for the baby, the last thing we need is paps seeing me or worst you buying baby stuff, we need to be careful, at least until we have a better understanding of the situation. You also have to call your lawyer we need to know what to do, how we can be sure the baby is safe, how we can be sure no one can take him from us”- you were on a roll

“Us?”- Henry asked still shocked about the whole affair

“Yes us, if this baby is yours we’re gonna take care of him, love him like he deserves, like I know you have wanted to do as soon as she said it was your baby even if you haven’t said anything because you think I’m gonna leave you, I’m not. If you are the father, this baby is mine too, that’s it! But Henry tomorrow you need to make one more call, we need to have a paternity test made and probably have a doctor take a good look at him, just to be on the safe side”- you could see Henry’s heart breaking a little.

The little man has been in his life for just an hour and he was already attached, he was heart broken at the simple idea of giving him up.

“Henry I really hope she told the true, I know you want to be his father, but if you’re not, don’t you think his father deserves to know?”- you gently smiled at him

“You’re right”

“Of course I am, I always am right”- you smiled at him knowing that you were going to be alright. The baby, who had calmed down a little as soon as you had taken him in your arms and had started bouncing around, gave a little scream of unhappiness

“Yeah someone is hungry, aren’t you baby boy?”- you softly said to the baby.

You looked up, knowing that Henry was looking at you two and seeing his eyes filled with love you knew you were gonna make a beautiful family

“We’re gonna need a name”- you and Henry smiled

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Running From The Flames {Epilogue 1/2}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: parenting - that should be a warning lmao, sexual themes

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There was only one word to describe my life and that word was: chaotic. That being said, I still wouldn’t change it for the world.

The family calendar on the fridge was completely full and colour coded so we could all see where we were needed on any given day. Even so, I still lost track of my husband or our kids at least once a week. 

“Sydney, honey, have you seen your father?” I asked the spitting image of Pierre who was in the race simulator. He was always in the machine, practising for his upcoming debut into Formula 4 now that he had turned 15 and could move up from karting. 

“Picking up Addie from the airport.” He barely looked away from the triplet of screens in front of him as he answered with all the attitude of a teenage boy being interrupted in life. “It’s on the fridge.”

I looked at the calendar and realised I was looking at the completely wrong day. “Shit.”

“Ha,” he laughed loudly as he navigated the virtual track of the Red Bull Ring. “You forgot.”

“I didn’t forget,” I said as I scanned over the correct day and saw I had a board meeting to prepare for tomorrow. “I just thought it was Tuesday today.”

“Whatever you say, maman. You can tell me I’m your favourite, I won’t say anything.”

“I don’t have a favourite, I love you all equally. Now, can you finish that game and go do your homework? You still need to pack your bag for the weekend too.”

Addie was coming home from London for the week, taking a little break from her own busy schedule, to watch Sydney’s first race with us in Austria. 

It had been difficult to let her leave home at 18 but she had worked hard to get a place in the Arsenal Women’s Under 21 team. I had left home at the same age and Pierre had left even earlier, so we were hardly the exemplary figures to deny her. All we could do was make sure she stayed safe and she knew she could call either of us 24/7 if she needed help. It was also never that long between visits, making plenty of stopovers in England as we travelled. 

The travelling for work was tiresome but so far we had yet to miss a football match on Saturday or a karting race on Sunday. It did help being our own bosses so Pierre and I could manage our schedule around the kids. He had been running Strauss Fashion for the better part of the last ten years, after Granny finally retired properly, while I had been the Chief Technical Officer at Alpine, which Grandpa had purchased. 

When Harry passed away three years ago I found myself suddenly thrust into the ownership of the team and though there were plenty of offers to sell it, I decided to take the leap of faith and see where the journey would take me. I hadn’t looked back and so far we had two Constructors' Championship wins with our seasoned pilots, Gabriele Minì and Oliver Bearman.

We had come so far, it was hard to believe until I saw the wisps of grey hairs among the dark strands. 

“Maman!” I was pulled from my reminiscence and looked at my watch to realise how quickly the afternoon had gotten away from me as Clare bounded through the front door and leapt into my arms. “Maman, look!”

Clare had been a wonderful surprise that completed our family two years ago. After Sydney’s unexpected and frightening early arrival Pierre had been reluctant to try for another child, though he had always wanted three. I thought maybe he would change his mind after the terrifying memory faded with time but then a few years passed, we both got caught up in work, and after that it seemed too hard to imagine returning to sleepless nights with a newborn. 

But, the universe had other plans for us. What I thought was a long-enduring hangover, after celebrating the rebranding of Alpine into Gasly Racing, actually turned out to be morning sickness. Those final weeks before her birth were stressful enough to send Pierre to his doctor for a vasectomy but thankfully her arrival went exactly to plan and he could breathe calmly once again. 

“Hello my Clare-bear, wow, you have another bracelet.” You quirked an eyebrow at Charles as he arrived with Clare’s backpack on his shoulder and her spare carseat under his arm. “Uncle Charles has absolutely spoiled you.”

“Of course. A princess deserves it,” he stated proudly as he placed her belongings down and nodded his head to the simulator. “Is he all ready for the big day?”

“He is, I’m not sure I am,” I admitted as I put Clare down and she immediately went to interrupt Sydney by climbing onto his lap mid-race. If it was anyone else they would have received an earful but he just paused the game and listened as she told him all about her day at Uncle Charles’ house. “God help me when he gets to Formula One, I think I’ll have to revert the car back to a slower predecessor for my own sanity.”

Charles laughed but I wasn’t completely joking. The cars were so much faster than they were when he and PIerre raced. Though the safety features improved along with the technology that made them rockets on wheels it was still difficult to imagine putting my little boy inside one and sending it off. 

“You could keep him as a reserve driver,” Charles offered before shaking his head at the thought and taking a seat at the kitchen island. “But he’s stubborn like his father, he’d just find another team to race for.”

“No way, I can at least trust my own team to keep him safe. Same goes for Marc.”

Charles chuckled at the mention of his son who at 8 years old he was already a junior karting champion. “He said someone called him Il Predestinato after his race last weekend.”

“Yikes, I’m sure they meant it in a good way.”

The front door opened again and Addie blew in with all the gusto of a tornado, whipping around the rooms to greet everyone before she was up the stairs to her old room. Entering a little more sedately was my husband, his arms laden with more suitcases than anyone needed for a week away, especially when she still had a wardrobe full of clothes upstairs. 

“You are lucky you only have sons,” Pierre said to Charles as he kicked the door closed behind him. “I don’t work out enough anymore to be carrying this shit.” 

He dropped the suitcases in front of the elevator and hit the call button rather than carrying them up the stairs before pushing them inside as the door opened. After a few bad winters, where not even the central heating could keep the aches of my bones at bay, Pierre had made the call for the elevator to be installed and it had been a godsend in moments like this when heavy items needed to make it to the floors above.

Sticking his head up the staircase he called out, “Addie, your entire life and everything but the kitchen sink is heading your way.”

“Thanks, dad!”

“What was that about?” I asked after he joined us in the kitchen while the coffee machine churned out our usual drinks. “I thought she outgrew the ‘I’m too cool to hangout with my parents’ phase.”

Pierre's lips pressed together and he took a seat next to Charles, picking up Clare who had left Sydney to return to his practice. “Elias.”

“Vettel?” Charles asked, his eyebrows lifting when Pierre nodded and pushed his mug away so Clare couldn’t reach the hot liquid.

“They have been out on a few dates, apparently. I’ll have to ask Davis about it, assuming he went with them, it’s not like it’s his job or anything. Did you know that?”

I shook my head at the news, cradling my mug in my hands as I leaned against the bench and wondered if she had ditched her bodyguard once again. “He’s a sweet boy from what I remember, much like his father.”

“I don’t like it. I don’t care who his dad is,” Pierre grumbled before repeating, “You are so lucky you only have sons, mate. Teenage girls are stressful.”

“Ah, but I have two boys who think it is funny to have a competition to see who can fart the loudest,” Charles said as he took a sip of his drink.

“I mean, that’s kind of funny,” Pierre said with a smirk.

Charles sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. “Not when one always pushes too hard to win.”

The sip I was taking went the wrong way and I spluttered as Pierre laughed, “It’s all shits and giggles, until someone giggles and shits.”

“To think my poor mother went through this too. Drives me insane, mate. Bet you’ve never had to worry about that?”

“Thankfully, no,” I answered after recovering from choking on coffee. “But it also wasn’t bad enough to stop you from having another.”

“And on that note, I should get going. Mia won’t let me back in the house if I don’t pick up her favourite carbonara on the way home.” He smiled as he thought of his wife’s pregnancy cravings. It was the same one she had when she was carrying Marc and Antonio so it came as no surprise at the gender reveal when the backyard was splattered with blue confetti. “Thank you for letting me borrow Clare.”

“Any time,” Pierre chuckled as he clapped his friend on the back. Charles had been busy reinstalling all the baby gates and safety locks in his home, despite the baby boy not even being born yet, and wanted a toddler to help test his craftsmanship. “I won’t complain about a little free babysitting.”

Charles placed his empty mug in the sink and before kissing the top of Clare’s thick wavy hair. “Bye petite chérie, I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“Bye Uncle Charles,” she said with a wave, but it sounded more like Unk Cha and made him laugh as he approached the simulator.

I saw Sydney pause the race and Charles crouched down beside him, sharing a few quiet words of encouragement for the upcoming debut race. I couldn’t help feeling incredibly lucky to be surrounded by so many supportive people and my smile grew as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. 

I turned to meet his lips over my shoulder and the magnetism that attracted us was still evident even after 17 years. Of course, like any relationship, there had been times when stress led to arguments and I would find him hours later in a spare bed, wide awake because he couldn’t sleep without me beside him. Those fights never lasted long enough to even remember what they were about and forgiveness came easy.

I turned in my husband’s arms and draped mine around his neck to admire him. Pierre was truly like a fine wine. Age had made him even more handsome and the small wrinkles at the corners of his lips and eyes were a testament to a life that was full of smiles and laughter. 

“Addie said she’ll watch the kids tonight,” Pierre whispered in my ear as he gently swayed to the melodic tune of his voice and I hummed with contentment. “And I got us a table at L'Ambroisie. You’ve been working so hard I thought we could do with a night away, just the two of us.”

“You think I don’t know your game, baby,” I whispered back, all too aware Charles was still chatting with Sydney and imparting some real world advice. “Wine and dine, pretty words, a hotel room. There’s only one thing you want.”

His lips curled into a smile against my cheek. “You know me too well.”

“You would actually get a full night’s sleep if you put your foot down.”

Pierre looked over at Clare who had helped herself to a banana from the fruit bowl and as if sensing she had been caught she looked up with an innocent smile. “How can I tell her no when she looks like that?”

“Mhmm, and that’s why she keeps climbing into our bed. You are a big softy.”

His smirk was flirty and fun as his arms tightened around me, pulling our bodies flush together. His breath was hot on my neck as he hid his face in the curtain of my hair. “Not tonight, ma femme. Tonight you will see just how hard I can be.”

Pierre backed up with a smirk but not before he sucked at the sensitive skin above my racing pulse. He knew exactly what he was doing and the smugness showed as he whistled a little tune on his way to help Clare peel the banana.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the stairs and said goodbye to Charles with the message to remind Mia that our plans for a spa day had been booked - but that didn’t mean he could slack off from the ankle massages he was giving her each night. He gave an amused salut but I didn’t see it as I pressed the button for the elevator. He was well used to the reminders by now, it wasn’t his first rodeo.

Knowing my evening plans had changed I went to my office and shut the door to silence the music drifting down the hall from Addie’s room. As CEO of Gasly Racing there was an endless stream of paperwork to be checked and signed, especially with the new expansion plan for the factory about to break ground. On top of that were the invites to attend fundraisers or speeches to prepare for the various charities I was ambassador for such as Women's Refuge.

When I finally emerged with my inbox up to date I could hear the laughter of all my children from where they lounged in front of the tv and the sound never ceased to make me smile. I had missed the sound since Addie moved out because it was rare to have all five of us here at the same time and I was reluctant to leave even for just one night when it came time to pack an overnight bag.

“We are allowed one night away, mon amour,” Pierre said as he stepped into the master bedroom to see me hesitating to step inside the wardrobe. “You and me, no interruptions.”

I relaxed into his embrace and sighed as he brushed my hair over one shoulder before kissing my collar. “And what were you planning that was so important it couldn’t be interrupted?”

His chuckle sent a shiver of delight down my spine and his fingers trailed down my ribs to the hem of my shirt before they slipped underneath the material to caress the soft skin over my stomach. I had to take a shaky breath when his thumbs caught the waistband of my skirt and I held it as I waited for them to hook underneath.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear and my lips parted in anticipation of his dirty words. “To sleep.”

“Huh?” I blinked twice, peeking over my shoulder to see his green eyes sparkling with amusement. 

“To sleep. Why, what were you thinking?” He tried to look innocent but when he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and his hand slipped down beneath my skirt he let the truth show. “Did you want me to tell you how I am dying for a taste of you? How I can’t wait to have these sexy legs wrapped around me when I make love to you tonight? I don’t need to tell you, baby, I’ll show you.”

I knew he could feel how damp my panties were for him from the smirk on his face and I almost whimpered when he withdrew his hand from where I needed it. “Now pack your bag, and make it quick, I’m absolutely ravenous.”

I bit my lip at the depth of his tone and knew exactly what it was he was dying to taste. I didn’t even look at what I was packing, tossing the first items that touched my hands before he stopped me and grabbed one dress instead. 

“This one,” he said as he held a colourful sundress that I rarely wore anymore, a soft smile warming his eyes. “It’s my favourite.”

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fwb x lando norris - part ten

In which you decide to become friends with benefits with Lando Norris, that can't be a bad idea right?

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight part nine

First place. First fucking place. You can’t believe it. Lando did it. He just did that. You rush towards to podium ceremony. You don’t want to miss a second from it. Kelly is next to you. You have spend the biggest part of the race with her. It was nice to talk to someone about your life and the situation with Lando. You should have done that way earlier. 

You look at Lando. He just got out of his car and is literally glowing. Fuck he looks good. Moments like this only confirm it even more how much you are in love with him. You pull out your phone and quickly take a picture on your Instagram Story. Without giving it a second thought you type a small text: so proud of you @landonorris and post it to your story. 

It feels great to watch Lando enjoy his win while wearing his merchandise. You’re glad you’re wearing his sweater. You look around you. It’s unreal how many people there are around you. They all seem happy for Lando. You notice his team boss, he’s smiling like crazy. You believe that you look the same way right now. You feel incredibly proud of him. 

You notice that the interviewer is coming over to Lando. You concentrate on the small interview Lando is giving. He sounds so happy. You keep smiling, hoping that Lando will spot you. Lando thanks the interviewer for his congratulations and explains how happy he is to finally have his first win. 

“Anyone special you want to thank?” The interviewer asks Lando. It’s the same last question as always. You wait for Lando his answer. 

“There are so many!” Lando exclaims with a smile, “my parents, my family, Zak, the team, all of my friends. Everyone!” 

“Anyone extra special?” 

“Hm, I would like to thank the girl in my McLaren sweater for her good luck kiss. I don’t know if it would have worked this well if it was only on my cheek,” Lando says after a bit of thinking. He’s careful with his words. He doesn’t want anyone to think directly of you, but he wants you to know that he’s talking about you. 

Your smile grows even bigger after Lando his words. That’s how it’s suppose to be done. Fuck, it’s almost insane how much in love you are with him. 

After the podium ceremony, you’re the first one that Lando is looking for. He feels high from his win. There’s still adrenaline running through his vines. He needs to see you. Maybe he even dares to tell you that he’s in love with you right now. He searches for you in the crowd, he spots you quickly. Even quicker then he spotted you, he walks towards you. 

He doesn’t think about his moves, he wants one thing and that is to hold you into his arms right now. So he moves himself close to you, wraps his arms around you and lifts you up. Your surprised by Lando his sudden moves, but you love it. You love being in the center of his attention. It feels amazing. With George it didn’t go like this. If he was on the podium he would always celebrate with his team, which you totally get, and never spend any attention to you. Things like this make you fall even harder for Lando. 

“I’m so proud of you Lando,” you tell him with a big smile. 

Lando doesn’t respond verbally, he decides to kiss you. He knows it’s a bold move, but he’s still high from the rush from winning. At this moment he can’t be bothered to think about the press and the fans. For all he cares they broadcast it live on television. 

You also don’t mind his bold action. Maybe you’re also high on your own adrenaline from the race. Maybe you’re glad that Lando is kissing you while there are camera’s all around you. Who cares. You’re just happy that it’s you who is this lucky. 

You both think exactly the same thing: I should say it. 

But neither of you does. 

“Let’s celebrate,” Lando tells you, “Let’s go out together tonight.”

**

A hour or so later you’re finding Lando again in the hotel lobby. You’re dressed up for the event. You have chosen an orange dress. You’re glad you took the dress with you this time, after having it hanging in your closet for way too long. You were waiting for the perfect opportunity and what’s better than this? The dress is a deep orange color. It has a nice split that makes it a bit more on the sexy side. You’re happy about the way you look. You have curled your hair and you’re making is looking good as well. It’s a good evening already.

Lando is almost gasping at the sight of you. He can safely say that you’re the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. You proof him that every time over and over again. 

“You look stunning,” Lando tells you. You smile at the compliment. 

You feel like nothing can ruin this evening. First you and Lando go to a nice dinner, eating something together. After you’re going to the club nearby, if you’re right there are a lot of other drivers and team mates from Lando over there. It’s a nice evening. And maybe, if you dare you will tell Lando afterwards that you’re in love with him. That causes you to have one last magical evening and night with Lando or to start something even better. 

The dinner the both of you are having is nice. Neither of you are mentioning the conversations from earlier that day. Both of you are just enjoying the dinner together, not in the mood for though subjects. 

“I hope you’re not mad at me for kissing you like that,” Lando confesses after a while, “I didn’t really think it through, I just wanted to kiss you at that moment.” 

“It’s fine Lando, my socials were already blowing up so it makes no difference,” you tell him with a small smile. He sends you a smile back. 

“They love us, don’t they?” He asks you. 

“I’m getting a lot of positive reactions, it’s nice,” you tell him happily. 

“Maybe it’s a sign,” Lando says. 

You don’t know what he meant with that. You wanted to ask him, but a server shows up and asks you both what you want to drink. You can’t forget his remark, but you also don’t bring it up again. 

Later that night you’re dancing closely with Lando in a club nearby. All of his attention is on you. What a way to feel loved. The two of you are dancing the night away in the club. Neither of you is focused on your surroundings. You’re both only focused on each other. 

You don’t know why, but the bright lights are bringing out all Lando his good features. You’re focused on his face. Would it be a bad thing to kiss him right here, right now? There can’t be a lot of damage right. Everyone who would like can already see a lot of pictures from all the angles from the kisses between you and Lando today. What’s one more? 

Lando is thinking about the same, and maybe about a bit more. Every time you shake your body against his, he feels his cock harden. It’s insane how good you look in that dress while dancing against him. He has heard from his former teammates about the sex they had after winning their first race. Both of them with their own girlfriend. They told him it was the best feeling. The adrenaline kick is insane when you’re with someone that’s so proud of you while your also so happy with yourself. Will it be like that with you as well? You are proud of him, right? You have told him that multiple times and you even posted him on your story. 

Lando is shaken out of his thoughts when he suddenly feels your lips against his own. Since when are you the one who starts a kiss in public? He enjoys it. 

When you pull back for a bit, Lando is staring at you with big eyes. He isn’t thinking straight at the moment. He can only think one thing. He needs to tell you. But how? Lando wants to be careful with dropping the subject, but he can’t seem to find the right words. 

“Fuck,” he mutters after a bit. 

You look confused at him. Is something wrong? He is still staring at you. You can’t stop noticing his burning gaze. 

“I’m in love with you.”

You don’t hear what Lando is saying. What did he just say? 

“What did you say?” You ask Lando.

Maybe this is a sign, Lando thinks, maybe this is some sign that he shouldn’t tell you. Maybe it’s stupid to tell you like this? He should plan something romantic. You deserve better than a lousy ‘I love you’ in a club. 

“Do you want a drink?” Lando asks you. 

You didn’t hear his words the first time, but you’re pretty sure he didn’t ask you if you wanted a drink. You don’t question it. It’s probably the loud music that causes you to hear him badly.

“Maybe we can go back to the hotel and celebrate further with just the two of us?” You reply. 

“I’d love that,” Lando tells you with a genuine smile. 

When you hear the word love you start to think about his earlier words. It must be your mind that’s playing tricks on you. You almost start to believe that he told you he loved you. Stupid mind. 

**

His friends were right. Sex after winning is the absolute best. Fucking hell, he needs to experience this so many more times. If he wasn’t already motivated to win more races, he would have been now. 

You’re riding him. He loves the sight of you on top of him like this. Lando feels himself getting close to an orgasm. You notice as well. He moves you around, causing you to face him instead of your earlier position. He places his thumb on your clit, while he supports your movements with his other hand. You whimper because of his actions. 

“Were you proud?” Lando asks. 

You send him a confused look. What does he mean? 

“Of me for winning,” Lando continues his question, making it more clear for you. 

You smile. “Of course Lan,” you tell him, “I’ve never been prouder at anyone ever before.”

“Fuck,” Lando mutters. You look at him. He feels his cum slowly dripping out of himself. He looks at you. He can’t help himself anymore. The words are leaving his mouth before he even realizes it. “I’m in love with you.”

There goes his plans for something romantics. Fuck. He’s such an idiot. Lando sighs at himself. Why is he so stupid? How did he say something so important as this during the sex? 

“Fuck, sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have said it like that,” Lando mutters. 

You don’t know what to think. Did Lando mean his words? Is he for real? You don’t want to give yourself to much hope, but it’s hard to deny yourself a bit. He told you he loved you. That can’t be something that falls out of the sky, right? 

“Do you mean it?” You ask. 

“Of course,” Lando tells you defeated. This is the moment everything will go downhill. He will lose whatever is going on between the two of you. All thanks to himself.

the next part will be the last, going to miss this story :(

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Not a Peep

Tara Lewis x reader Warnings: language, smut, fingering, dirty talk. Covers the "camping/cabin" square for bingo and a request. no there will not be a part 2, so don't ask for it. find a prompt list, send in a request if you want more Tara content.

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In any normal situation, team bonding was absolute torture, days forced together in cramped conference rooms while you pretended the work you were doing was some form of a fun game. But when it came to the BAU, things were finally different. You’d spend a couple of days in a nice city after working a case to let off a little steam, a day of gambling in Vegas, visits to the beach in Florida, Penelope had even roped the team into an afternoon in Disneyland after a case in Los Angeles. This extended weekend trip however involved no case at all, inspired by a night the previous autumn when Emily started telling scary stories to fit the Halloween theme around the office. It spurned on a conversation about summers spent at sleepover camp, weeks at campgrounds with families and friends. Shifting from the idea of groups of teens being murdered to the fun days of playing capture the flag, building fires to roast smores, sticky smiles at the end of a very happy, fun filled day.

It had been months since then and was a big surprise when Rossi announced he’d rented out a cabin an hour outside the city for the long weekend. Attendance was required and fun would be had. On top of that, all food and drinks would be provided, so it really was a win all the way around. Days were filled with various activities, the team splitting off depending on what everyone wanted to do, but there was a lot of lounging by the lake, swimming, disappearing off into the woods for a hike for everyone to return together for dinner. The barbeque was always utilized, racks of ribs, cobs of corn, various types of burgers, fresh fruit, grilled skewers of vegetables with cold beers to wash it all down with while the sun set on the horizon.

Currently, everyone was circled around the fire pit in the backyard telling silly stories, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. You were on a double seater almost loveseat with Tara, a blanket tossed over your bare legs that were conveniently draped over the other woman’s lap. The team knew you were close, but it was only Emily that actually knew you were dating and that had only been because she was your boss. Though the secret wouldn’t have lasted long anyway, you’d shared a wall at one of the hotels on a case recently and things hadn’t exactly been quiet. A lecture didn’t come, but a hell of a lot of playful teasing did, including a very sly grin from Emily when you and Tara offered to bunk together this weekend.

Tara wasn’t doing it on purpose, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your legs under the blanket, barely moving, ghosting over your skin. Her attention was turned to her other side, eyes on Luke as he took his turn at telling a ghost story. Your leg involuntarily twitched in her lap as you shifted slightly in an attempt to rub your thighs together. You attempted to play it off as stretching out a stuff muscle but Tara had already caught you, her hand stilling, wrapping around your calf and squeezing tightly without so much as a glance in your direction. You let out a soft sigh, reaching into the cooler beside you to grab a fresh beer in an attempt to distract yourself.

By the time Luke had finished his story, Rossi was calling it a night and heading inside, JJ not far behind him. Luke tossed another log on the fire and this time you actually did stretch your body out, slipping from underneath the blanket.

“Oh not you too!” Emily protested and you laughed.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, relax.”

Disappearing into the cabin you let out a little shiver, pulling Tara’s stolen flannel tighter around your body, though maybe the chill would help you calm down. The scent of her perfume on the shirt certainly wasn’t helping but it wasn’t as bad as having her hands on you beside the burning of the fire. You grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, taking a couple of minutes to yourself as you wandered down the hallway to the bathroom. After freshening up you dried your hands on one of the fluffy towels before unlocking the door, your attention on your phone as you typed out a reply to a couple of texts, you didn’t even notice Tara rounding into the hallway.

“Jeeze!” You jumped, letting out a quiet giggle as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, “told you I’d be right back.”

“Yeah, but I needed a fresh drink.” She shrugged, one hand pulling you closer to her by the beltloop in your shorts while the other slid up your cheek, wrapping around the back of your neck, “and I wanted an excuse to do this.” She murmured; her breath hot on your lips before they met yours.

You let out a moan into the kiss, your hands quickly wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her even tighter to you while she maneuvered you so your back hit the wall and you let out a little squeak. Tara took advantage, her tongue slipping into your parted lips, swooping through your mouth and dancing with your own. She softly dominated the kiss, putting all of the pent up tension you’d both been holding back all day into it, lips moving with grace in a familiar dance. The hand on your hip curved around your body, squeezing at your ass through your shorts and you let out a soft groan, your body arching into hers. Chuckling, she pulled away from your lips, kissing at the bare skin of your neck and you shivered, goosebumps popping up on your skin.

“So sensitive.”

“You started it.” You muttered back, your eyes fluttering shut as her teeth grazed against your neck, your hands clawing at the fabric of her shirt as she propped a knee between your legs.

“Oh come on!” Emily’s voice suddenly broke through your fantasy and Tara pulled herself out of the crook of your neck, a smirk on her lips, “that’s not a new drink! Or the bathroom.” She shot you a playful glare as she opened her bedroom door, “I swear if I hear even a peep tonight I’m telling the whole team.”

“Sorry Emily.” Tara laughed, her hand running down your arm to link with yours, tugging you in the direction of your shared bedroom. Emily rolled her eyes, disappearing into her room, the door clicking shut behind her before you retired into your own.

In the privacy of your room your hands reached out for Tara again, pulling her back to you, your hands slipping under the hem of her hoodie. She laughed softly, her arms wrapping around you as her lips met yours again. She nipped at your lower lip, her hands sliding the flannel off your arms, letting it drop to the floor and you whined quietly, tugging at her sweater.

“Patience…” She murmured.

“You’ve been teasing all day.” You grumbled back, though a smile broke out on your lips as she pulled the hoodie over her head, her hands nudging at your hips and she laughed.

“Yeah? How so?” She raised a brow as you shifted back up to the headboard and she was able to crawl onto the bed.

“Have you seen yourself in a bikini? Or how about all those lingering glances and little touches? Tease.”

“You heard Prentiss.” She said with a shrug, shifting onto the bed beside you, slipping under the covers, “it’s quiet hours.”

“Please.” You pouted, a hand reaching out to brush her hair back behind her ear.

“You sure you can? You almost woke up the entire floor in San Diego.”

“Well maybe that’s just because you fuck me so good I can’t help it.” With a grin you surged toward her, pulling her down on top of you in a kiss and she couldn’t resist but to slide her tongue into your mouth.

One hand braced her on the bed while the other snuck under your tank top, groping at your chest and you softly moaned, Tara silencing it with her mouth, swallowing your breath down. Her finger and thumb rolled your nipple between them, pinching down harder with each rotation, your back arching off the bed toward her. She repeated the action on the other side, earning a tiny whine from you into the kiss, your hips rocking up toward her when she settled a leg between yours.

“You like that?” She asked quietly, lips barely leaving yours, “like it when I play with your pretty tits?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, doing your best not to make a noise.

“Thought you might.”

Her leg surged up between yours, thigh rubbing right against your clothed cunt and your breath caught in your throat, your hands clutching at her body.

“Tara… please..”

Her fingers pinched harshly at your nipple and the gasp caught in your throat, your head dropping back into the pillows. Tara kissed at the side of your jaw, trailing down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin as they went, by the time she’d settled in the crook of your neck her hand was sneaking downwards, fingers toying with the waistband of your shorts. She snapped the elastic against your body to test you, to see if you’d follow the rules before her hand finally slunk underneath them, a quiet gasp leaving your lips when her fingers found your clit.

Her lips returned to yours as her fingers began to lazily rub at your clit, lips curving up into a grin as your body slowly started to rock up towards her in a steady rhythm. Your arms wound around her, one hand tangling into her hair as your heart rate began to pick up. It was just enough to rile you up, barely above a level of teasing but Tara’s hands and lips were on you, so you weren’t about to complain, you knew she’d reward you soon enough. Your breath was hot on her neck, the quietest of whimpers sent straight into her ear and she grinned, placing a gentle kiss on your skin as her hand sunk lower, fingers swiping through your folds. A hitched breath left your throat as she gathered your juices, moving back up to rub at your clit again, this time harder and faster before sinking back down.

“You really are pent up.” She murmured, “this wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please…” you whispered.

“You’ve been so good.” She replied, kissing the underside of your jaw.

Tara’s fingers nudged at your pussy, swirling your juices around before two of them slowly sunk in and you bit back a moan. She knew you so perfectly, just when and how to fuck you, exactly what would bring you the ultimate pleasure and you were eternally grateful for it. She pumped her fingers slowly at first, letting you get used to the stretch while the heel of her hand brushed on your swollen clit. Your breathing picked up, hands clenching at the fabric of her shirt as your pussy started to flutter. The pleasure was building up, coil tightening in your stomach as your heart beat heavy in your chest. Tara’s lips brushed at your neck when she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper,

“That’s my good girl.” Her fingers curled, pressing into the sensitive spot, and you let out a breathy gasp, “pussy always feels so good. Can you hear how wet you are?”

“Mmhmm…” you nodded back, doing your best to keep your lips pressed together. The cabin was quiet, the air still, though very heated within the confines of your room, the wet sounds from your cunt echoing through the air with each thrust of Tara’s fingers.

“Shame I couldn’t get you naked, you always look so beautiful on display for me, stuffed full with my cock.” Her fingers began to pick up their speed, your cunt pulsing heavily around them, spasming when she would randomly crook them right where you wanted. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you nice and good when we get home, hmm? Have your pretty pussy dripping with cum?”

“Oh.. god…” You whimpered, your hips jolting up off the bed, grinding onto her hand as you buried your face into her shoulder, “feels so good.”

“I know baby.” She grinned, her fingers thrusting deeper into your warmth, “I can tell by how fucking soaked you are.” Her fingers twisted, curling suddenly to press forcefully into your g-spot and you cried out.

“Fuck!”

In an instant her hand stilled completely, fingers simply resting inside your cunt and you dropped back into the pillows with a pout as she raised a brow at you.

“What did I say?”

“Please!” You whispered, tears nearly forming in your eyes at just how close you’d been to reaching your peak, “please keep going. I’ll be quiet! Promise. They won’t even know your fingers are in me. Please. I promise.”

“You break that promise and instead of rewarding you when we get home you’re getting punished, alright baby?”

“Yes.” You nodded furiously, “please. Need you.”

A quiet gasp escaped your lips as Tara’s hand moved, rubbing your pulsing nub while her fingers began to pump inside your pussy again.

“That’s it.” She purred, ducking down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you surged higher and higher. Her tongue slipped into your mouth while you whined, your hips rocking up to meet her hand with each thrust. She shifted her weight so her free hand could slide under your shirt, pinching at your nipples again, rolling them between her fingers in time with the way she fucked you. She could feel you squirming, feel the groans and moans coming from the back of your throat as her fingers curled again and again, juices beginning to leak down her wrist.

“Oh god…” you broke the kiss with a whispered gasp, “don’t stop… please…”

“Go on baby.” She husked, kissing her way across your jaw, nipping at your earlobe, “come for me.”

Tara’s lips continued their way down your neck, sucking and licking at your sensitive skin as her fingers crooked inside your dripping pussy again and you felt yourself begin to shudder underneath her. Heat broke through your skin and your thighs trembled, nearly attempting to close around her hand. You buried yourself into the crook of her neck and she let out a quiet hiss when your teeth sunk into her skin to muffle your moans as you came.

Her hand slowed, fingers sliding in and out of you with less urgency as you rode out your orgasm, her lips leaving gentle kisses on your body. With a puff of a breath you dropped back into the pillows, your eyes fluttering open to look up, finding her smiling down at you.

“Sorry.” You muttered, glancing toward her shoulder and she chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“You kept quiet.” Her fingers finally slipped out of you and you couldn’t help but whine, pulling another grin from her, “just wait til we get home, alright?” Before you could answer her you caught her wrist in your hand, pulling her slicked fingers to your mouth and sucking them between your lips, your tongue swirling around them until they were clean. “Good girl.” She praised with a grin.

“Don’t suppose we could leave early?” You asked with a pout and she laughed again.

“Not without a decent excuse.” She dropped onto the bed beside you, pulling you to her, “just one more night, then I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to do anything but scream.”

“Promise?” You asked as you stifled a yawn, burrowing into her chest.

“Baby the neighbours won’t be able to look at us for weeks.”

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[vastill]

Hey, I was wondering if you can do something with smut like dom!Rebecca x sub!wife!reader, idk how to put it im sorry but u can do whatever u want with it thank u so so much🫶🏾

Heart-shaped eyes

Rebecca Welton/fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, NSFW, oral, pet names, slight dom/sub dynamics, swear words, face sitting, let me know if there are more

words: 1700+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!

A/N: thank you so much for the request! i hope it's good because tbh honest idk if i did the dom/sub dynamic, but here it is. hope you will enjoy and let me know what you think!!💚

“Your eyes are literally heart-shaped when you look at her,” Keeley said to you with a smile.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at her comment. “I can't help it, she's amazing,” you replied, taking a sip of your champagne.

Rebecca approached the two of you, standing behind you and embracing your waist with her hands.

“Hey, what are you two talking about?” She asked, looking at you and Keeley. You couldn't help but smile wider at the proximity.

“Just about how amazing you are,” you replied, leaning back to kiss her on the cheek.

“Oh, stop it!” She said, blushing slightly.

“Oh damn, you are so cute!” Keeley sighed. “Be lovey-dovey somewhere else!”

“Do I hear jealousy?”

“Fuck off,” Keeley said sticking out her middle finger. “I’m going to the boys because today I can’t bare all of this!” You both laughed at her gagging noises when she was walking away.

“Boss, I think me and the team are going to Mae’s later, you will join us?” Ted yelled from across the room.

“Don’t think so Ted, I’m tired, so we will just crash at our place,” Rebecca said quickly, squeezing your waist to get you to agree with her. Keeley only glanced at you two, not believing one word Rebecca said.

“Yeah, maybe another time Ted! After another win of course!” You said enthusiastically. “Now I need to take my gorgeous wife home for her well-deserved rest.”

“Of course, of course,” he said. “You guys have a good night!” With that, he headed off to join the rest of the team.

You turned back to Rebecca, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Ready to go home, my love?” you asked, smiling down at her.

“More than ready,” she replied, snuggling closer to you. “But I can promise you, we won’t be getting any rest tonight.” She whispered, lightly kissing your ear. Your breath hitched in your throat.

Oh, how you loved when Richmond won.

The two of you said your goodbyes to the rest of the team and speed walked to your car.

As you drove home, Rebecca's hand found its way onto your thigh, her thumb softly stroking your skin. You couldn't help but smile at the feeling of her touch. Her hand reached higher and higher with each stroke. In the corner of your eye, you saw her mischievous smile. She knew exactly what she was doing. When you stopped at a red light she leaned and placed small kisses on your neck and jaw, slightly sucking your skin.

“Darling, I’m driving,” you said while trying to focus on the light. Rebecca giggled, knowing she was distracting you. “I can't help it, baby,” she said, continuing to kiss your neck. “I’m just so hungry for you.” You felt a shiver run through your body at her words, knowing what was to come when you got home. The light turned green and you continued driving, anticipation building with each passing moment. You were sure you broke a couple of traffic regulations but who cares? You have a beautiful, horny wife in your car.

Once you arrived home, you barely made it through the front door before Rebecca was all over you. She pushed you against the closing door, kissing you fiercely as she tugged your blazer off. As the kiss deepened, you felt her tongue brush against your lips, asking for entrance. You eagerly granted it, losing yourself in the taste of her. Her hands were everywhere, roaming over your body as if trying to memorize every inch. You couldn't help but moan into her mouth, the sensation almost too much to handle.

Finally, she pulled away, leaving you gasping for air. “Bedroom,” she whispered, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway. You stumbled after her, barely able to keep up.

Without a word, she began to undress you, her fingers working quickly over the buttons of your shirt. You could feel her eyes on you as she stripped you down to your underwear, her gaze hungry. “Go lay on the bed,” she said with a kiss on your lips. You obliged right away. “Look at you, my good girl.” You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. “Look at me, baby.”

She stood in front of the bed slowly unbuttoning her blouse, her hips swaying to the music she put on. You watched with lust in your eyes as she revealed her lacy bra. Then she turned around and tugged down her skirt, revealing matching panties.

“You are so gorgeous, darling. My beautiful, beautiful wife.” You said looking directly into her eyes.

She slowly crawled to your spot on the bed, straddling your waist. You could feel the heat emanating from her body as she leaned down to kiss you deeply. Her fingers tangled in your hair as she ground her hips against you. Your hands went to grab her hips, but she was quick to smack them away.

“No touching, baby.” She smiled at you as you groaned in frustration, all you wanted to do was to touch her. With a smirk, she reached down and removed her bra, tossing it aside. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of her bare breasts, pert and perfect. “You like what you see?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. You nodded, almost unable to form words. “Good,” she said, leaning down to kiss you again.

Rebecca continued to grind against you while she massaged her breast, the ache between your legs became almost unbearable. You wanted nothing more than to touch her, to feel her skin against yours, but you knew better than to disobey her.

Suddenly, she pulled away, “Okay, baby, lay down flat.” You did as she said. She pulled away from you and then moved to straddle your face. You instinctively grabbed her by her thighs, and again she smacked them away. “What did I tell you? Don’t you want to be a good girl for me? Or maybe you want those hands tied to the bed?”

“Mm sorry.” You barely could concentrate with her sex so close to your face.

“I’ll let you decide,” she said with a wicked grin. “Do you want to be good for me or do you want to be restrained?”

“I will be good!” You said quickly. “Just, please let me make you feel good!”

“That’s my good girl. Here you go.”

Rebecca lowered herself onto your mouth, her wetness coating your tongue. You began to lick around her lips. Her taste driving you wild. You slowly started to lick her clit before wrapping your lips around and sucking it. She moaned above you, her fingers tangling in your hair.

You started to move your tongue in circles around her clit, moaning against her. The vibrations from your voice only gave her more pleasure. One of her hands gripping your hair while the other holds the bed frame for stability. You felt as she pressed herself more into your face.

Your eyes moved to watch her, her face scrunched up from pleasure, her mouth opened moaning freely. Her breast bounced as she rode your tongue harder. You knew she must be getting close. Her moans get louder and louder. You started working your tongue faster to bring her to an orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, don’t stop! I’m going to-” She gasped as she grounded herself harder into your face. After a couple more strokes of your tongue, she came on your face, coating your chin and mouth in her cum. Her thighs shaking around your head. You never stopped licking her lips, not wanting to waste a single drop. Her hand let go of your hair as she came down from her orgasm. She lifted herself off of you and collapsed next to you.

Rebecca lay next to you, her breathing heavy. You could feel her warmth against your skin as you lay there, basking in the afterglow. “You were so good, baby,” she said, turning her head to kiss you.

When she spoke again, her voice was low and filled with promise. “Now, your turn.” You shivered at the thought of what was to come, anticipation coursing through your veins.

Rebecca wasted no time in getting started, kissing you deeply and running her hands over your body. Finally taking off your underwear. You felt her fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Her mouth soon followed her hands. Kissing every bit of your skin. Starting in your neck and going lower. You barely could take it, your body on fire from watching her come undone.

“Darling, please,” you whined when she lightly bit your nipple. Her hands wander across your stomach.

“What do you exactly need baby? You have to use your words.” She said, you could hear her smirk in her voice.

“Please, Becca, fuck me. Please!”

“Good girl. With pleasure.”

She spread your legs, giving herself easy access to your sex. Slowly she lowered herself between your legs, her hands gently massaging your thighs.

“So were for me. So so wet.”

She started to kiss and lick your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your center. Your breathing became heavier as she teased you, her hot breath against your skin. Finally, she reached your clit, kissing it softly before gently flicking her tongue over it. You arched your back from stimulation letting out a loud moan. She continued to lick your clit, alternating between gentle flicks and sucking.

You could feel the pleasure building inside you as Rebecca worked her magic. Your moans getting louder and more urgent. You gripped the sheets as she brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You came with a scream of her name on your lips, it was like an explosion of pleasure, your whole body shaking with the force of it. You collapsed back onto the bed, panting and sated, as Rebecca crawled up to kiss you again.

She straddled your hips, the kiss deepening. You could taste yourself on her lips. Her tongue explored every inch of your mouth.

Rebecca broke the kiss when you both felt the need for oxygen. She leaned her forehead against yours.

“That was amazing. Thank you, baby.”

“You are amazing, darling.” You said stealing one more kiss from her.

You both lay there, holding each other. You traced your fingers lightly over her skin, marveling at the softness of it. Exhaustion took over your body as Rebecca snuggled closer to you.

“I love you, my beautiful, beautiful wife.” You whispered against her hair as you both drifted off to a peaceful slumber.

[slamdunktheories]

Inoue explains his thinking behind Slam Dunk's ending

There are two revealing articles about this with some interesting insights (parts in bold are mine for emphasis). The first is a chat between Inoue and Fujimaki Tadatoshi (creator of Kuroko no Basuke) which was published in Jump back in 2014.

Some excerpts:

Fujimaki: At what point did you decide that the Sannoh match would be the last match in SD? Inoue: When I drew the IH bracket. Fujimaki: So you'd already decided that there wouldn't be any (match) encounters with Morishige and Tsuchiya? Inoue: "There are these types of people at the national level" was the idea I wanted to convey. In real life, we often have such instances too, where we want to face off with someone but we end up not being able to. Fujimaki: At the time I thought Morishige was the "Final Boss". Inoue: Yeah, it may have created a bit too much anticipation for the readers. But without that type of character, it wouldn't feel like a national tournament, would it? It wasn't depicted in the manga but maybe [Morishige] did make a big splash in his own right. Fujimaki: That's true. That part did feel very realistic. Inoue: The other thing is, I really hate the type of storyline where only the main character gets to win, win, win in order to push the story forward. In the Shoyo match and Sannoh match, I did decide beforehand that Shohoku would win. But when I was actually drawing it out, I became so emotionally invested in the opponents and it felt awful depicting their loss. To think that after the Toyotama match, I'd have to still draw that sort of hardearned win/ heartbreaking loss 5 more times - I just couldn't do it. Apologies about Morishige and Tsuchiya! (smile)

More snippets of this article (in Japanese) here.

The other is a chat between Inoue and his mentor Houjou Tsukasa (creator of City Hunter), which was published in 2016 in Grand Jump. 

Excerpts:

Houjou: When you were working on the final arc of SD you came by my manga studio to hang out. Inoue: I did? Houjou: Well, it was less to hang out and more to work on a draft of some chapters. At the time you were deep in the Sannoh match and you were muttering "how should I continue the story after the Sannoh match..." I just said offhandedly, "Well, if they gave it their all in the Sannoh match, it wouldn't be all that bad if they got slaughtered in the next match." Inoue: Ah, I was probably at your studio looking for some affirmation on that point. Houjou: When I read the final chapter in Jump I was so happy. Jump is all about friendship, hard work, victory yet here the home team lost badly in the end. Inoue: I got the sense that manga is an incredible thing as we reached the final chapter of the story - the people who were depicted in the series still continued living their lives, just that it wasn't depicted. In fact, those characters are still living their lives today.

Source article for the above (in Chinese) here

So in short, it looks like Inoue did have a good sense of when he wanted to end the Slam Dunk story but was still wrestling with the idea when it came time to execute it. After all, having the main characters lose was just not a thing. So he ended up at his mentor's manga studio to mull over it/get a second opinion and turns out his mentor had the same train of thought as he did.

It also stacks up with things he'd said in the Switch interview (published 2012). I personally love that Inoue is always looking to reflect reality/the truth in his manga rather than to go the conventional route of dragging out a popular story for the sake of milking it.

His stories are grounded in reality and he's not going to be persuaded to drag them out for the sake of selling more volumes/making more money if the message he wants to convey gets lost. There's integrity in his stories and for me, that's what makes his stories timeless.

[zenderstorm]

i remembered i havent posted this yet here, so have this !

ZOHAKUTEN VARIATIONS

concept & headcanons !

ive read some of those ideas which another “boss” clone is formed when a clone besides sekido absorbs the rest. this is my take on it ^^

all four of them are “zohakuten”, and they represent different ways one can show and feel hatred. [I didn’t go with “evolved emotions” like anger -> hatred or sadness -> depression because 1. you can feel hatred without anger and 2. its funnier with more haters on the team]

i made it so that all their abilities are related to music (?) like how the OG uses drums. [ik zohakuten’s drums are based on a japanese thunder god’s drums or something but i only remembered that after i finished this 😭] all of them have around the same levels of strength, but have different techniques.

theoretically it’s impossible to manifest them all at once.

any clone can absorb the rest to form zohakuten. but the clone with the final say is often sekido, because he’s more aggressive and dominant compared to the rest. so they form the OG (who has a personality similar to sekido.) however there’s a chance that another clone gains control, creating the variations.

fusion probability 7%, formed from karaku, finds pleasure in hating

extends fights for over weeks on end, because he gets a bit relaxed with attacks. his defence is really high though so u can’t really take advantage of his relaxation.

fights with explosions. his explosions have the qualities of each emotion clone like sonar screech explosion, weeping spears explosion, etc. the explosions are triggered landmine-style and when you step on it it plays a piano-like sound. different notes represent different attacks. he’s immune to the explosions.

fusion probability 0.5%, formed from aizetsu, hates those who make him sad

most likely to spare victims. if you don’t make him feel miserable you can probably get away. but like he won’t let you win, he’ll just let you escape.

fights with wires. the wires are strong & thin enough to cut flesh, and spread further out the longer you fight him. they sprout out of trees, an even if they look organic up close, are electrically charged. he strums them to control them (wrap around victims, strengthen electrical current) and is unharmed by the wires.

fusion probability 90%, he OG formed from sekido, we know how this works, he hates those he sees as villains.

his probability is the highest cuz the other clones kinda let sekido form him, since this zohakuten is the hardest to fight and won’t play around.

we know how this pookie fights. however I headcanon he can transform surrounding trees into even more wooden dragons.

fusion probability 2.5%, formed from urogi, hates those who he thinks are happier than him, so don’t you dare show him a smile.

quickest to eat his victims. like he wants to chow down so bad. sometimes even if he hasn’t killed them yet he’ll just start biting.

hearing him sing causes small figs to sprout in your ears, which can grow into full on trees. he can hide & sprout his wings (i let him do this cus of that one scene where tanjiro cut urogi’s wings!! so this zohakuten can hide his to prevent it from getting cut) he can also use the emotion clones’ techniques while singing.

maybe i’ll draw them fully one day 😭 idk. thank you for reading my yapping this far here are his beans

[dizzyhslightlyvoided]

Pokemon Legends: Mewtwo. You play as kid in modern-day Kanto with psychic powers, which are ... kind of okay against wild pokemon, but not to the extent that they can just replace any part of the standard Legends gameplay loop (and you're forbidden from using them in battles against other trainers, meaning you still need to have a team of pokemon); also the type-matchups are still a thing, so i.e. it's less effective against Steel and Psychic pokemon, and ineffective against Dark pokemon. Maybe some kind of penalty for not using mostly Psychic pokemon? Because, like, you're "a psychic trainer", that's your trainer-class, you're supposed to use Psychic-types. ... hm, maybe your powers are a bonus for catching and raising pokemon, but only for Psychic-types, and the rest they're just for combat-only.

Mewtwo shows up because it thinks your abilities are "interesting", and it spends the game with sort of ambiguously a mastermind-and-pawn kind of thing going on with you; your dynamic with Mewtwo is always just a little bit antagonistic, though this is partly because Mewtwo is Vegeta-tsun about being friends with you. Mewtwo is a frequent ally, but you can't give it direct commands in battle or do anything that counts as actually capturing it for most of the game, and in fact Mewtwo is functionally your Rival as much as anything else. It tries to keep out of sight when there's other humans around, but the protagonist nevertheless develops a Reputation, both due to the fact that an artificial Legendary Pokemon frequently hangs out with them, and the way the gameplay obliges you to use your powers.

The main plot basically has you caught in the middle of a three-way fight between Mewtwo's original creators, a second faction who comprises the main villains of the game, and Mewtwo itself. After all that's resolved, the final boss has you on the post-volcanic ruins of Cinnabar Island going one-on-one with Mewtwo, with just your powers, framed as the culmination of your rivalry, your friendship, and of you finally throwing off Mewtwo's authority over you. As the fight progresses, you and Mewtwo just sort of start floating off the ground, and before you're halfway through, the two of you are just flying around above the island. The music is a sort of Endwalker: Footfalls arrange of the Mewtwo battle theme from Pokemon X&Y; this is also the game's main themesong. After you win, Mewtwo formally joins your team, but doesn't use a pokeball, and instead just follows you around openly. None of this helps your reputation.

After you capture every other pokemon, the True Final Boss in the postgame is Mew.

[sunlightmurdock]

Safe Zone | 0.5 | Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin x Reader

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Synopsis: A team of elite naval aviators holding down the fort at the North Island Air Base while they wait for reinforcements after a virus sweeps the continental U.S. - only, it’s been three months and no one has shown up.

Warnings: Warnings: gore, death, violence and pretty graphic mentions of all things zombie related, love triangle, (18+, minors dni), angst etc

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Rooster checks his watch again. It’s a couple of minutes past eleven, you should be here by now. He’s standing on the inside of the front fence, waiting for you to turn up so that the two of you can start the shift.

The heat from earlier today lingers in the air, feeling heavy around him. It’s dark out and the temperature will start to drop any minute now, but it’s still hot enough at the moment that Rooster finds himself uncomfortable in the sweater he chose to wear.

This is arguably the most important post. Survivors and the dead turn up here regularly, it’s important to keep it manned at all times— this is not the kind of job that it’s okay to show up late to. He starts to doubt himself. Maybe he has given you too much leeway here. It’s still a job.

He’s technically your boss, he should have been more strict with you.

He glances down at his watch again.

A foot presses into the front of his shin, hands pressing into his back. Rooster yelps softly as he’s thrown forwards. He groans as he lands on his front unceremoniously, his chin hitting the tarmac. You grab his wrist and tuck his arm behind his back whilst he’s still stunned.

It’s twisted upwards uncomfortably. You rest your knee on his forearm to keep it there.

“What the fuck?”

“Say you’re sorry.” You tell him. Rooster grumbles, trying to wriggle out of your grasp. He’s a big guy, and you know he’s strong. If it came down to just lifting weights, he could certainly win this competition. But here, you’ve caught him off guard and used his weight against him, he has no leverage to throw you off of him. You push his arm further up towards his shoulder blade. He gasps.

“Fuck, ow - I’m sorry!” He cries out.

You release him and stand up. Rooster leaps to his feat, rubbing his shoulder, staring at you bewildered.

“What - what the fuck? - What am I sorry for?”

“You said I wouldn’t be able to take you.” You reply, shrugging softly.

Rooster’s lips part. He opens his mouth to argue, squeezing at the aching muscle in his shoulder. You smile sweetly at him, then pull yourself up onto the front wall platform. He stares after you.

He wonders if it’s weird that that made him even more attracted to you than he was before. He pulls himself up and rests his elbows on the railing, shaking his head.

“You fight dirty.” He comments - his tone doesn’t give away whether or not he feels upset about it. You stand at his side, giving a soft shrug of your shoulders.

“Dirty or not, knocked you on your ass, didn’t I?”

His lips quirk slightly. He nods his head, staring out at what used to be San Diego. It’s still weird seeing it so dark. Some of the lights were still on until last month, he guesses the grid went dead sometime recently.

Their generators will keep them going for at least another eight months before they even have to rely on the back up fuel.

“You did, you did.” He nods.

There’s a moment of quiet between you.

“But now that I know we’re playing dirty…” Rooster mumbles, giving a soft shrug of his shoulders. You chuckle quietly and move to sit. He watches your attention turn towards the skyline.

As much as Rooster still finds it odd to look out on the remnants of San Diego, he realises that this is your first time seeing the city for what it is now. Your old life is well and truly gone, faded into the darkness that’s out there now.

Rooster sits at your side, unsure of what to say. He allows you your moment of mourning.

“I can see my old apartment building from here.” You say finally.

He lifts his head and follows your gaze, “Really?”

“Mhm. Logan Heights.” You raise your arm and point towards your past. Rooster knows that neighbourhood well, he’s been around there a lot.

Sitting on post with Rooster is easy because he wants it to work. He wants you to like him. The conversation flows naturally and the night is quiet, everything goes like Rooster hoped it would. Finally, once your shift’s over, he tells you he’ll walk you home, like you both know he has been planning to do all night.

“You don’t have to walk me to my door, Rooster,” You scoff as you drop down from the ladder, turning to look up at him. “This wasn’t a date.”

Rooster crouches, then uses one hand to brace himself as he drops down after you. He straightens up and lifts his brows slightly, taking a few steps into your personal space, “It wasn’t?”

You stand firm, squaring your shoulders, lifting your chin as you shake your head. Practically taunting him.

“So I don’t get to kiss you goodbye, then, huh?” He asks softly, close enough that his hips almost press into yours. You look down at the fraction of space between the two of you, then back up at him. You don’t answer, leaving him to read the signals all by himself.

Half-sure that this is going to end with you tackling him again, Bradley leans forwards and presses his lips to yours, leaning his body into you. His arm tucks around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Chest to chest, you lift your chin, moving your lips against his.

Rooster’s arm tightens around you, he pulls you impossibly closer, his tongue grazing your bottom lip just slightly.

You pull back and look up at him, still held close against his warm frame. He watches your lips quirk up slightly into a soft smirk and almost sighs in relief.

“Alright. Goodnight.”

He releases you instantly and takes a step back to put some distance between you. He’s blushing a little. Maybe at the fact you wouldn’t let him deepen the kiss, or maybe at the fact that you let him kiss you at all.

“Goodnight.” Rooster agrees, though it’s nearing 4am. He stands in place and watches you walk back towards your block. Part of him hopes that you’ll glance back, but you don’t. He doesn’t mind, he still kissed you. You kissed him back.

He waits for Yale to show up and take over, then heads back to his room. After a quick shower, Bradley catches a couple of hours of sleep and wakes up in time for the noon meeting with Admiral Simpson and the senior staff.

Phoenix notices that Rooster’s chirpier than normal as they walk into the meeting room together, but she doesn’t question it. She’s already heard from Bob that Rooster’s got a crush on one of his new volunteers.

Everyone takes their seats.

Jake is well-rested but visibly less chirpy. He doesn’t like being benched because of a swollen eye. He feels better already but Admiral Simpson won’t let him do anything until Doctor Shaw signs him off as fit to work again, which won’t be for a few days.

Jake sits opposite Bradley and considers knocking that smug smile right off of his face. He’s growing tired of seeing it, knowing that his chances with you are growing slimmer every day.

Admiral Simpson begins the meeting with a couple of barked updates, then hands over to the team for any relevant information they might need to share.

“Sir,” There’s an uncharacteristic solemnity to the way that Mickey begins that draws attention from all corners of the room. Even with his swollen shut eye and his blurred vision under the fluorescent overhead lighting, Jake can see the fear on his friend’s face, the subtle gray undertone to his usually warm and tanned skin. “We lost contact with Oregon last night.”

There are three bases that have held out this long in Oregon state. They’re smaller, fewer survivors — significantly less supplies, but also a smaller surrounding population. Two Air Force, one Army. All three disappeared into radio silence overnight.

The room is silent as Fanboy explains. That’s the second state to disappear in a week. Washington before this, they stopped broadcasting four days ago. Rooster presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek. Their generators could’ve failed, there’s probably a reason for it. Jake’s more of a realist.

If there was an issue with the generators, the chances that it would’ve affected all three bases at once is borderline impossible. The North is gone. Jake accepts this fact in silence. He knows that it’s harder for his teammates to accept.

He sees the way that Bob fiddles with the gold band on his ring finger, blue eyes focused on the wood of the table, brows scrunched together in silent worry.

The meeting covers all of the usual bases. Supply intake, weekly reports from the squad on their staff and any incidents that occurred. Fanboy’s news lingers heavy in the room, it’s a short meeting, everyone heads their own way afterwards.

“Hey, Seresin!”

Jake turns as he slips his sunglasses onto his face at the same moment he is called. He turns his head, lips quirking slightly at the sight of you on the grass ridge outside of the staff quarters. You’re wearing a sundress, which he hasn’t ever seen you in before, a book in your lap. Smiling at him.

He turns away from his original path, choosing you instead.

“Is it really that bad or are you just trying to avoid working with me?” You ask. Jake stands before you from where you’re sitting. His form casts a shadow over you enough that you lower your arm, no longer needing to shield your eyes from the sun.

“If you miss me that much, ask your Mom to sign off on my paperwork and I’ll get back to bugging you.” Jake answers playfully, pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants.

You tilt your head. There’s a peek of deep purple bruising under the frame of the sunglasses. “Can I see how it looks?”

Jake nods, crouching down so that he’s at your level and taking the sunglasses off of his face. He expects you to gasp or wince. Instead, you stare at him calmly. His cheekbone looks tender, his eye even more so. It’s healing, though. Still, it looks painful.

You reach out and touch his jaw, avoiding his bruises all together. Jake stares at you, surprised by the touch, doing his best to put on a poker face as good as yours.

Truthfully, you know that you shouldn’t be touching him like this. It’s going to give him the wrong idea — he and Bradley are going to get in their heads about all their masculine bravado, and really neither one of them is going to get you. You shouldn’t lead them on.

You know guys like Jake. You have dated guys like Jake. Hard shell, gooey centre. You know there’s a softness in there somewhere. The way his eyes study your face as you stroke at his jaw tells you that there is. But, that hard shell always gets them into trouble. It’s never worth it.

Still, something draws you to him in a very different way than you’re drawn to Bradley.

Bradley’s upfront and outgoing. He’s told you he wants you before and you know he would happily tell you again if you needed any kind of reassurance on the matter. He’s warm, but you know there’s a part of him you’re not seeing just yet.

With Jake, in an odd way, you find yourself a little bit more comfortable.

His guard is very much still up. He knows that you’re sneaky; he’s half-expecting you to go for his keys or something right now. Knowing that you’re both keeping your secrets, it’s enough for you to trust his judgment, if nothing else about him.

“So, you can’t come back to work until my Mom says so?” You ask, brushing your index and middle fingers along the sharp curve of his defined jaw, feeling the beginning of stubble starting to grow.

Jake nods his head calmly.

You lean closer to him, Jake brings himself slightly forwards to give you easier access. He considers if you’re going to kiss him, out here in front of all of these people, or if it would be more like you to pull a knife on him. His jugular is exposed to you anyway.

He smells good. Almost intoxicatingly good, the closer you get. You trail your fingers along his skin, he feels your touch grow featherlight as you ghost over his bruised cheekbone. Jake doesn’t flinch in the slightest.

You aren’t sure if it’s because he trusts you not to hurt him, or because he knows that he could handle himself if you tried.

“Well,” You’re able to speak more softly now that you’re this close to him. Jake likes the sound of your voice when you speak gently like that. You brush your fingertips delicately over his swollen cheekbone. “Then, I’ll see you at work tomorrow morning.”

Jake’s lips quirk slightly. Maybe you do like him after all.

“It’s a date.” Jake agrees. If he had two functioning eyes, maybe he would have winked. You almost smile at him. Jake stands upright, nodding his head politely, “Enjoy your book.”

You watch him walk away and know that he’d like to look back at you. To confirm that was real and that it just happened. You pick your book back up and turn your attention towards the pages, giving him the courtesy of being able to take that single glance back over his shoulder.

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