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vivwritesfics · 10 months ago

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u should do like a foursome. where the winners on the podium get to fuck y/n. Like Lando Charles and max. Weird idea oop

18+ ONLY

Warnings: Smut, foursome, eating out, blow jobs, hand jobs, face fucking, spit, swallowing, soft dom!max, hard dom!lando, switch!charles, face riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die), riding, denial, doggy, praise, anal (fucking and fingering), overstimulation, sub space (i suppose)

I tried to include recovery time but i forgot ill be honest

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Celebrating for Max, Lando and Charles meant one thing: getting drunk in the club.

They'd all spotted her across the dance floor at the same time, swaying her hips with the music, drink in her hands. All three of them wanted her. It should have caused an all out war.

But she noticed them, noticed as the three of them stared. Moving her hips from side to side, she walked over to them, walking over to Lando (as he was standing in the middle).

Her fingers played with the chain around his neck as she looked at the other two boys. She said something, something none of them could hear, and went up onto her tip toes to whisper in each of their ears.

It must have been the alcohol, because they never would have done it sober. Never would have followed her back to her apartment with other drivers beside him.

Max stumbled into her apartment first, hands around her hips as Lando and Charles followed.

His lips were on hers as she kicked off her shoes and reached back to unzip her dress. Once he saw her struggling, Charles walked over to pull the zip down, kissing her neck as he did.

Just lando was left standing there, feeling a little left out. So, she reached out her hand, reaching past max, reaching for the chain around his neck.

When she pulled lando closer, Max began kissing down her neck as she began kissing Lando. She stepped out of her dress without breaking away from anybody, leaving her in her underwear.

Charles couldn't stop himself from cupping her ass. Her eyes shut as he did, letting out a quiet whine.

But still, her underwear was blocking too much of their view. It was gorgeous, sure, but the boys couldn't wait to see it on the floor.

Charles slipped his hands beneath her underwear, still cupping her ass. Lando pushed the straps of her bra down her arms as Max undid the clasp.

As her bra fell away from her body, Max looked away. Not out of politeness, not because he felt like he shouldn't be looking at her in such a state, but to look around her apartment. He looked towards the kitchen, at the counter top.

Suddenly, she was in his arms. Charles and Lando followed as Max placed her on the counter top. She sat there, leaning back on her hands as Max got to his knees.

Immediately Charles and Lando attached themselves to her breasts, each of them taking a nipple between their lips. She threw her head back as they worked, this enough to get her wt. Soaked even.

On his knees Max pulled her underwear away from her body. He discarded it on the kitchen floor and dove right in, kissing her thigh before moving her legs over his shoulders.

He licked and sucked as her folds, tongue swirling around her clit. She let out moans and whines, gripping Charles and Lando's hair as Max's tongue prodded at her hole.

"Holy shit," she gasped, legs shaking around Max's head as he brought her to her first orgasm of the night.

The boys pulled away from her as they stripped down to nothing. Still on the counter, she watched as Lando reached back to unclasp the chain from around his neck. "Leave it," she said and he halted his movements, leaving the chain dangling around his neck.

Curling her finger in a beckoning motion, she led them through the apartment and towards her bedroom. At first the couch was temping, fucking each of them on the cushions, but there wouldn't be space to take all of them.

Grabbing a hold of Lando, Charles and Max, she sat them on her bed and got down onto her knees in front of them. She wrapped her hands around both Max and Lando and held her mouth open for Charles.

It was hard work, moving her hands up and down Max and Lando while working Charles in her mouth in the same rhythm.

But the boys were all moaning as she either sucked or tugged. Out of the three of them, Charles was enjoying it the most, but that was because it was easier for her to concentrate on him.

When it got to be too much, she released her hold on Max and Lando, concentrating all of her efforts on Charles. He gripped her hair as he let out breathy moans, letting his hips stutter as he came in her mouth.

Releasing her hair, Charles laid back, breathless as Y/N swallowed, wiping any excess away from her mouth.

She took time to recover as she moved onto Lando. He was rock hard, vein prominent as it climbed up the side of him.

After a good minute of recovering, she placed her hands on her knees, signalling to him that she was ready.

But Lando had other ideas. He caressed her cheek before placing his hand beneath her chin. "Open wide," he said and she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and shutting her eyes.

Something warm and let hit her tongue. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, at the grin he wore as he looked down at her. That was when she realised what he had just done, that she had just swallowed his spit.

And she loved it.

Her jaw ached as she sucked him, moving her mouth up and down his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the tip and ran along the vein. Just like Charles, Lando held her hair. But he didn't just grip onto her, he held her hair as he thrusted his hips forward, effectively fucking her face.

It was aggressive, but she was grateful. She wasn't having to do any of the work with how her jaw was aching, Lando taking complete control.

Tears sprung to her eyes as spit ran down her chin. The noises she was making had the other two looking over, eyes blown wide. They'd never seen Lando, the youngest of them all, so dominating and aggressive. It had Max's arousal getting to painful levels and Charles ready to go again.

Just before Lando came, he pulled her off of his cock, moving his hand up and down his shaft as he pointed towards her chest. She wiped away her tears as he came on her breasts.

Using a finger, she gathered a little bit of cum and put her finger in her mouth as she stared into his eyes, "Holy fuck," Lando hissed as she licked his cum off.

With an aching jaw and painful knees, she shuffled over to Max. "Best saved for last, huh?" He joked.

She swallowed thickly as she put her mouth around him and hollowed her cheeks. Just like the other two, Max gripped her hair, but he pulled her off of him. "Gorgeous," he muttered as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Charlie," said Max.

As if he already knew what to do, laid down on the floor behind her. He grabbed a hold of her hips and pulled her on top of him, sucking and licking at her folds.

She was hesitant at first, but, after some gentle coaxing from Max, she settled down on his face.

Her eyes closed as Charles worked her like an expert, his tongue flat and broad as he licked her in a long stripe. His tongue played with her clit before he sucked on it.

"That's it," whispered Max as he petted her hair.

As if rejuvenated, she moved her mouth back to Max's cock, sucking in time with Charles's licks. Ignoring the ache in her jaw, she worked back with ferocity, taking him all the way, until her nose was pressed against his pelvic, before pulling back.

Max moaned. He kept a hold of her hair, kept his hips still as his moans filled the apartment. "That's it," he whispered, his eyes squeezed shut.

Suddenly she stopped as she let out a cry, pulling away from Charles. Her legs were shaking as she went up onto her tired knees, and Charles kissed the inside of her thigh one more time before he pulled away from her, leaving her to bring Max to completion.

He wasn't far off, hips stuttering as he held himself at the back of her throat. He spilled inside of her mouth and she eagerly swallowed before lifting off.

Suddenly they pulled her up, dragged her to her feet. "Who do you want first?" Charles asked with a glint in his eye, and Y/N reached for Lando.

The brit was happy to oblige. Max and Charles cleared off the bed as she laid back and Lando climbed on top of her. His necklace hung over her as he grinned, tongue between her teeth.

He leaned down to kiss her, his lips bruising against hers. As he kissed her, he pushed her legs apart, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to part her folds. He held himself as he pushed forward.

She let out a cry as Lando thrust forward. He kept his eyes locked onto her face as he set a pace, slow at first, but his thrusts were still hard. When her only reply were moans, whines, face scrunched up as her eyes shut, Lando sped up his pace. He gripped, his head against her shoulders as his hips snapped against hers.

The sounds of skin against him filled the apartment. Lando moved away from her shoulder, his necklace swaying above her as he fucked her.

Her moans came out hot and heavy as Lando's thrusts sped up, his pace seemingly impossible. She clenched around him as she face scrunched up, bringing her to her third orgasm of the night.

Lando have one last particularly bruising thrust, cumming inside of her. Breathlessly, he pulled away from her, laying on the bed beside her quivering, sweat covered body.

Max was next, but he gave her a moment to recuperate, considering how clearly exhausted she was. She looked at him with half closed eyes, hands resting on her stomach.

After what felt like no time at all, she beckoned Max closer. She stood on her own shaking legs and gestured for him to lay down on the bed before her. He did so, placing his hands behind his head as he grinned up at her.

She sat herself on his midsection, legs on either side of him. She leaned down, kissing him softly. But Max pushed it further, his tongue invading her mouth. She squeaked in surprise, but didn't pull away.

His hands moved from behind his head to hold her ass, his grip so firm it definitely left bruises. She didn't mind though, a reminder of this night was exactly what she needed. No, the memories of this night were never leaving her mind.

She held his cock as Max used his grip on her ass to raise her up.

She lowed down onto him, eyes fluttering shut as her hands rested on his chest. Max was thick within her, her walls clenching around him.

Max grunted as he moved his hips, bouncing her on top of him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her as her body bounced.

"Come on, pretty girl," he said as he moved. "I want to hear you."

She moved as Max moved her, manhandling her like she was a ragdoll.

Still thrusting up into her, Max moved his hands up to her back, pulling her body down on top of him. He shut his eyes as he sucked her nipple into her mouth.

"Oh my god," she cried, holding herself up high enough for Max to give her tits attention. Max was hyper aware of everything, of the way she clenched around him. "I... I'm-"

But with the way he was fucking her, she couldn't get the words out. To Max, that was reason enough to pull her off of him, leave her dangling on the edge without pushing her over. She cried out as she fell onto the bed beside him, clenching her legs together. "Please," she cried as she reached down, but Max grabbed a hold of her hands, preventing her from sorting herself out.

"No way," he said and brought her hands to his cock. She moved her hands up and down his shaft until he came in her hands. She looked at him with a glare as she licked the cum from her skin.

"Charles," said Max and the Monégasque took his place on the bed. "Don't let her cum," Max said to him as he placed her so that she was sitting on Charles just as she was Max.

As she sank down onto him, tears sprung to her eyes. "Ride him," she heard Lando say as he rested against the wall.

She tried her best, but she was already exhausted. After watching her struggle to bounce, Lando walked over and took charge, bouncing her on top of Charles.

But he quickly got bored and went back to slowly tugging himself as he rested against the wall. Charles looked up at her as she continued to bounce, but he quickly lifted her off of him. He flipped them over, propping her up on her hands and knees as he got behind her.

From that angle, all of them could see just how wet she was. Drenched, with a mess already on the bed beneath her. And they weren't done with her yet.

Charles watched as she shivered when he pushed his finger between her folds. It was a mix of her and everything of Lando's that Max hadn't fucked out of her. He lifted his finger to his lips, tasting it, tasting them. "My turn," he said and pushed into her.

With her hair knotted around his hands, Charles wildly snapped his hips against hers. He held her hip with the other hand, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. Cries and whines and moans left her lips as he fucked her into the mattress.

But then Charles let go of her hair. His pace slowed as he squeezed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. His thumb ran over her hole, not quite pushing in. That's where he'd be in a matter of moments. "There's lube in the drawer," she said through her gasps of ecstasy.

Max reached into the drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube. He coated his fingers and reached between the bodies of her and Charles. "That's it," he said as he gently pushed his index finger inside of her hole, going up to his knuckle. "Good girl."

Her eyes were squeezed shut as Max pushed his finger in and out of her hole. "You're doing so good for us," said Charles, his thrusts matching the slow pace of Max's fingers.

Her moans turns into incoherent babbling and Max pushed Charles away before she could cum. He worked in another finger, his free hand on her as as he stroked her soft skin. "Good girl," he whispered again, speeding up his thrusts. "I'll need to get one more in, okay?"

He kept trusting, but he kept to two fingers as he waited for her to nod into her pillow. "Use words, gorgeous," he said.

It was a struggle, but she managed to get the words out, to tell him how much she wanted it.

She cried out at the stretch as Max words one last finger in. "Good girl," he said once again as he thrust in and out, opening her up. "Think you're ready for us?"

Again, she nodded and Max realised words were going to be too much for her. He pulled his fingers out and laid himself down on the bed, manhandling her back on top of him, just as she was before. With a hiss she sank back down onto his cock, feeling familiar inside of her.

"Hold onto me," said Max as Charles climbed into the bed behind her.

She placed her forehead on Max's shoulder, squeezing him tight as Charles pulled her cheeks apart again. He held himself as he pushed towards her tight hole, slowly pushing in.

The feeling was indescribable as Charles pushed all the way in. She cried out, biting down onto Max's folder at the burn. "Fuck," Charles hissed, his forehead thrown back as his eyes shut.

Only Lando was left. He stood just to the left of them, in the perfect place for her to reach over and suck him off. He stood ready, but she wasn't, not yet.

Charles had to set the pace, his thrusts being the thing to move her on top of Max. It took a while to get used to, before she could turn her attention to Lando. But he understood, that was clear by the way he stroked her hair.

Charles picked up the pace and she moved away from Max's shoulder, taking Lando into her mouth.

Sucking him off was a real challenge as she was rocked between Max and Charles. Her eyes were squeezed shut as Lando held her head, fucking her face once again.

It was all too much and she came for the fourth time. The three men held her up as they fucked into all three of her holes, using her until they came.

Lando came first, pulling out of her mouth as she swallowed. She looked up at him, still rocking between Max and Charles, her expression completely fucked out. Max was next, cumming inside of her. He didn't pull out though, staying inside of her while Charles continued to snap his hips against hers.

Charles's jaw was clenched as he gave a few last thrusts, cumming inside of her ass. He pulled away, watching as he leaked out of her. She fell onto the bed, out of breath as she looked up at the three men.

As Charles put a blanket over her, Max and Lando walked through her apartment, searching for her bathroom. When they found it they ran the bath for her, getting it to a suitable temperature before they went back into the bedroom.

"Think you can walk?" Charles asked her as he ran his fingers through her hair.

She shook her head and Charles nodded, easily picking her up and following Max and Lando into the bathroom.

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astonmartinii · 10 months ago

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guess who? | yuki tsunoda social media au

pairing: fem yuki tsunoda x popstar!reader

wait, who is y/n's special guest?

Hello! Idk if you take in request for Yuki Tsunoda? But I'll give this a try! Pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Popstar!YN (face claim could be sabrina or whoever you want!) Summary: yuki is caught attending yn's concert and then some of yn's fans mentioned that maybe yuki is the special guest yn has been hinting at. So, everyone on social media + the drivers are going crazy to see if YN and Yuki know each other. And then some eagle eyed YN+Yuki fans point out how one of YN's songs are about Yuki - @notesmadefromthedark

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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y/ncentral: y/n at her show in london last night. she mentioned that she had a special guest in attendance and some familiar faces in the crowd included f1 drivers pierre gasly, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo, max verstappen and yuki tsunoda !! do you think it might be one of them?

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user2: can one of the f1 girls give us a quick run down on these men?

user3: quick fire. pierre - slag but has a gf. charles - homie hopper but has a gf. daniel - goofy. max - serious on track but goofy off track. yuki - lilttle cinnamon roll (do not listen to his radios)

user2: thank you for your service - who should i root for to be with y/n?

user4: if she's dating max at least she'd be dating a serial winner?

user5: but i feel like her and daniel would such a fun couple like?

user6: but yuki is a king and i honest to god hope it is him

user7: can this be fake news? my wife is at home with our kids?

user8: the way i know this trip was yuki's idea

user9: ???

user8: yuki mentioned in a marketing video a while back that he loves her music

user10: + pierre said the best thing about no longer being teammates with yuki is that he doesn't have to listen to him blast y/n's music

user11: + in a q&a he was asked who he'd most like to meet at a race and he said y/n or jason statham?

user12: the more i hear the more i want it to be yuki

user13: i need it to be yuki so that all the y/n fans can be yuki fans and we can become unstoppable

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yourusername: london you were beautiful :)

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user14: WHO WHO WHO are they from 😭😭😭

user15: daniel 🤞

user16: yuki 🙏

yukitsunoda0511: wonderful show y/n :)))))))))

yourusername: thank you lovely, great to see you again x

yukitsunoda0511: safe travels !

user17: he's such a dork i love him

user18: i just stalked his page it needs to be him your honour

user19: AGAIN??? AGAIN??? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS

danielricciardo: sick set y/n but i think being a superfan of you just comes with being an alpha tauri employee

yourusername: i didn't see you complaining buster

danielricciardo: obviously i have welcomed this period of enlightenment in my life

yukitsunoda0511: you said you enjoyed karaoke :(

danielricciardo: i did !! but i was under the impression that it would be more songs than just y/n ones

yukitsunoda0511: :(((((( i had fun :(

yourusername: i'm sure you have the voice of an angel

yukitsunoda0511: :) x

user20: i don't know what the hell is going on but if it's not yuki then i think he might get his heart broken

pierregasly: i think yuki saw god that night

yukitsunoda0511: and god is a woman :)

yourusername: 😊

user21: i've seen enough - Y/N PLEASE MARRY THIS MAN

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yukitsunoda0511: best concert ever ! thank you y/n :)

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user22: for my sanity i need them to be together

maxverstappen1: thanks mate. it was actually a group trip to london, glad to see we made it to the post

charles_leclerc: we're nothing to him compared to y/n

yourusername: as he should

pierregasly: what about his beloved friends who slaved away to get the tickets?

yourusername: 🤷‍♀️

yourusername: also i sent you those tickets ???

pierregasly: shush they don't need to know that

yukitsunoda0511: thank YOU for the tickets y/n, sorry i had to bring along these stray cats

maxverstappen1: ugh i'm literally a pedigree bengal but whatever 🤷‍♀️

yourusername: their little arguments are quietly endearing

yukitsunoda0511: as long as you liked me the most they can endear you all they want

yourusername: of course you're my fave yuki :)

charles_leclerc: 🙄

user23: very much enjoying y/n getting involved in all of these tussles between the grid

user24: okay but the real question here is when are we getting the y/n x xnda collab?

danielricciardo: do OUR sushi dates mean nothing?

pierregasly: you're only just realising that we're nothing to him

yukitsunoda0511: you guys are so dramatic

liamlawson30: i was the first victim of yuki. you think you're special to him and then BAM

yukitsunoda0511: they weren't sushi dates. we went as pals. of course i wouldn't post that

pierregasly: so it was a DATE? 🤨

user25: we need investigator gasly on this immediately

yukitsunoda0511: as if the baguette man could do anything

pierregasly: SACRE BLEU ?!

yourusername: 😭 😭 😭

pierregasly: you have changed yuki-san and GASP! y/n i expected better of you

yourusername: why are you typing your stage directions ???

pierregasly: i am EMOTIONAL

user26: yukierre found dead in their la mansion

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yourusername: a soft launch suitable for my soft boy

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user28: you might want to soft launch but we don't want to

user29: the suspense might just kill me

pierregasly: inchresting, very INTERESTING

yourusername: you got something to say buddy

pierregasly: maybe now i know where the little man gets all his sass

yourusername: or maybe you are just slayphobic

pierregasly: as if ! have you seen this hair, that is a serve. my gf told me so

yourusername: i have also seen your hairline

kikagomes: oop.

pierregasly: blocked.

user30: the way this little scuffle just proved the soft launch invalid cause it has to be yuki - only he would know the hairline blow

user31: golly gosh this is all very dramatic

user32: the way we know yuki was feeding her all these insults.

user33: i know that hairline comment cut deep

yukitsunoda0511: that sunset is almost as pretty as you

yourusername: you're so sweet yuki!

user34: f1 girly here - is this how y/n flirts or is she just being nice

user35: it is in my professional opinion that she is down bad

user36: plus they've clearly been together a while if y/n is able to playfully argue with his friends like this

charles_leclerc: as the intellectual on the grid, what is your current read?

yourusername: before the coffee gets cold - recommended by the REAL intellectual on the grid

maxverstappen1: INTELLECTUAL MY ASS

danielricciardo: stop trying to look good in front of the pop star we're all freaks

yukitsunoda0511: speak for yourself daniel

user37: not to be the real freak here but before the coffee gets cold is a japanese book so more evidence of mystery man being yuki !!

user38: do NOT threaten me with a good time

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yukitsunoda0511: i've been quiet too long, look at my girlfriend !!!!!!!!!!

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user39: wake up babe new mum and dad just dropped.

danielricciardo: worst kept secret of all time

yourusername: we've been together for over a year, dan.

danielricciardo: WHAT

yukitsunoda0511: aren't you proud of me daniel? i'm sorry i didn't tell you but you've got a big mouth both figuratively and literally

danielricciardo: i am SHOCKED. why did you just gag me so bad?

yourusername: you saw the show. i have sass. he has sass. together we are unstoppable

pierregasly: run daniel you saw how they came for my hairline

user40: wait it was so obvious it was yuki based on the london nonsense outro: my baby be screaming down the microphone, with me you don't have to watch your tone, i just want to come and sit on your throne

user41: the microphone? as in the radios? the iconic yuki radios?

user42: "with me you don't have to watch your tone" EAT MY MASS HELMUT MARKO

user42: wait NOT LIKE THAT

maxverstappen1: for all of our sakes please do not analyse the throne line

yourusername: it's a throne fit for a queen ❤️

yukitsunoda0511: hehehehehehee

maxverstappen1: SHUT THE FUCK UP

user43: living for yuki and y/n terrorising the grid

pierregasly: also don't think i didn't see you said OVER A YEAR - are you kidding me right now ???????????

yukitsunoda0511: nope.

pierregasly: i am HURT

yukitsunoda0511: why? you have an even bigger mouth than daniel, y/n and i just wanted privacy

pierregasly: i would NEVER

yourusername: you once commented on a public instagram about liking doggy

pierregasly: well..... when you put it like that....

yourusername: i love you yuki, thanks for the best year ever and for the best forever with you

yukitsunoda0511: i love you too, i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate

yourusername: my muse ❤️

user44: i just got called single in like ten billion different languages :(

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yourusername: f1 and all that jazz 👍

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user47: when two queens come together to maximise their joint slay

yukitsunoda0511: can you always be there when i get out of the car?

yourusername: i wish i could :(

yukitsunoda0511: not even if i say pretty please 🥺

yourusername: i don't think i can ever say no to you baby

user48: your favourite bite size couple

pierregasly: guys don't make fun of them they will try and bite your ankles

yourusername: you're literally 5'5

yukitsunoda0511: only real men can be short kings, you're a short peasant at most

pierregasly: actually y/n you're now banned from the paddock

yourusername: you're too busy watching out for your ankles when you should be watching your mirrors

pierregasly: are you threatening me?

yourusername: i have full faith in yuki, it's a promise

yukitsunoda0511: thanks babe x

user49: i love when a couple don't play about each other

user50: yuki has publicly been in love with y/n for years and landed his dream girl, he's standing on business

fernandoalo_oficial: yuki-san! you've done well, you and y/n are a wonderful couple

pierregasly: so they weren't mean to you?

yourusername: we respect our elders

yukitsunoda0511: and we love fernando!

fernandoalo_oficial: wait. i'm not old

yourusername: we meant wise!

yukitsunoda0511: no we didn't old man

user51: yuki was patient zero of the sassy man apocalypse

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yukitsunoda0511: couldn't be happier, oh p5 was pretty good as well

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user52: i love how he got alpha tauri's best points finish of the year so far but he's like no my hot gf is more important

user53: he is what all men should aspire to be

yourusername: couldn't be prouder, racer boy x

yukitsunoda0511: had to put on my best performance for my love

yourusername: i'd be proud no matter what baby

yukitsunoda0511: do i still get a reward?

yourusername: about to inspire a whole new nonsense outro

charles_leclerc: okaY THAT'S ENOUGH

user54: the way yuki was practically bouncing off the walls in the post race interviews

user55: his smile was impressively wide when he was asked about any extra motivation this weekend

landonorris: yuki-san when were you going to introduce me to y/n? i'm the only one who willingly did nonsense karaoke with you - i sang about your dick with you? does that mean nothing?

yukitsunoda0511: lando !!! we love you and your willingness to sing about my dick

yourusername: what he means is that i'm doing an acoustic session and would love to invite you. he got cornered by max after the race and has had far too many gin and tonics

landonorris: omg count me in, yuki i love you and i love your girlfriend

yukitsunoda0511: NOT MORE THAN ME

landonorris: no buddy, i'll let you have that one

yukitsunoda0511: I LOVE Y/N THE MOST EVER IN THE WORLD

yourusername: love you too baby @maxverstappen1 no more g&ts

maxverstappen1: whoops 😬

user56: drunk yuki you have my heart

user57: i will do anything for an invite to the acoustic session I DESERVE IT

danielricciardo: can you two stop being so cute, you're making me look bad

yourusername: no can do, i wanna treat my man the way he should

yukitsunoda0511: i was put on this earth to worship y/n 👍

yourusername: * and slaying in f1

yukitsunoda0511: and slaying in f1

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yourusername: the boy who made me a certified sap :)

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user61: so like can we start counting down to the new album yet

user62: ready for a full album with the energy of nonsense

yukitsunoda0511: not the jacket picture

yourusername: but it's so cute, you playing rugby does something to me

yukitsunoda0511: the guys said i was pretty good

yourusername: no no no just for my eyes your face is too handsome to get mashed up

yukitsunoda0511: why thank you, but no one will ever be as beautiful as you

user63: yes they are mother and father, but they also need to shut the fuck up i am too lonely to read this stuff without being institutionalised

user64: so real of you

alexalbon: faves. but also. i can't believe i'm so good at photography that i made yuki look TALL

yukitsunoda0511: it's not how tall you are but how you are tall

yourusername: exactly

alexalbon: what the fuck is that supposed to mean

yourusername: some people are tall and act like they're short whereas some people are short but have taller energy

alexalbon: is this just a riddle about how big yuki's dick is

yourusername: you said it not me. i wasn't lying when i said i sit on a throne

yukitsunoda0511: hehehehe

alexalbon: i started off being nice today. but you people have pushed me too far it's already bad enough that whenever lily blasts your album that i know it's about yuki

yourusername: sounds like a you problem

user65: y/n really out here like oh you think yuki is JUST a cutie pie ?

fin.

note: thanks for reading, i hope you enjoyed and this is what you were looking for. yuki is so underrated and that rugby video did actually change my life. also if you didn't see, i'm starting a small business for my dumb f1 art - if you want to follow it's @badlydrawnf1cats on instagram xx

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amirasainz · 3 months ago

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The beginning

This is the first part of the "Sunshine behinde the camera" story. I hope you all enjoy reading this and I'll try to update as soon as possible. Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for the next chapters, let me know. I'll try to include them. Have funy and enjoy!

-XoXo

Summary: After the winter break, Lando and Oscar get informed that they will get a new team photographer. However, despide being only 18 years old, the drivers are both impressed with her work. After meating her, Isabela immediately worms her way into their hearts.

All the relationships are platonic!!!

Part 2

“So, we believe that if we keep including fun games and other drivers, like Charles or Fernando, in our activities, our follower count will increase by 43 people per day,” concluded Charlotte, the head of McLaren’s Media team, with a confident smile.

It was the first day back from the winter break and the very first meeting of the 2024 season. The meeting room was bustling with energy and anticipation. Mechanics, PR personnel, factory workers, test drivers, managers, and more filled the space, eager to kick off the new season. Of course, the four most important people were Oscar, Lando, Andrea, and Zak, who sat at the front, ready to lead the charge.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you heard it. We have a promising outlook for the new season. To finally end your suffering, we wish you all the best and a good start to the new season,” joked Andrea, eliciting laughter and lightening the mood in the room.

Neither Lando nor Oscar could go far before Zak called them over. “Boys, Andrea, Charlotte, and I will need you for a few minutes. Please wait in meeting room C for us.” Before the drivers could ask their boss about this “secret” mini-meeting, he moved on to speak with one of the mechanics, leaving them curious.

“What do you think this is about?” asked Lando, walking with his teammate towards their destination. “I have no idea. Maybe one of us messed up on social media,” replied Oscar, seemingly unbothered by the private meeting.

After entering the room and waiting for a few minutes, the other three adults joined them. “Sorry for our tardiness, boys,” apologized Charlotte, always the considerate one. “No worries,” assured her Oscar.

“Boys, we have some big news for you,” began Andrea. “As you all know, Steve, our team photographer, and his wife were expecting a baby at the end of the season. During the winter break, Steven called me and informed me that it wouldn’t be possible for him to continue his job as our team photographer,” continued Charlotte.

Charlotte went on, “He said that he wanted to be a part of his daughter’s life as much as possible, and having to travel a lot during the year is neither helpful for his wife nor something he desires. So, we came to the conclusion that Steven would become the new McLaren factory photographer, you know, to give our fans some behind-the-scenes insights.”

“This means we were put in a position to find a new team photographer. Someone who isn’t bound to one place,” added Zak. He shared a relieved smile with Andrea before turning his attention to the drivers. At this point, both racers were sitting on the edge of their seats.

“Her name is Isabela Ferreira. She is a lovely young woman from Brazil, and her work is incredible,” Charlotte said, handing out folders containing samples of Isabela’s past work. “Wow, these look really good,” muttered Oscar. Both he and Lando wore impressed expressions.

“Not only is she a pro with the camera, as you can see for yourselves, but Steven also approved her work. In fact, he was the one who recommended her to us. To be honest, without his recommendation, we probably wouldn’t have hired her,” said Andrea.

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed. “Wait, what do you mean by that?” he asked, glancing at Oscar, who shared the same puzzled look. The three adults exchanged glances, silently agreeing to be open with the drivers.

“Well, even though her work is phenomenal, she is still very young,” started Zak hesitantly. “She turned 18 a few days ago, which makes her the youngest member of the team,” he continued. Both racers had surprised expressions. “But that means she’s still a baby,” stated Lando. Both drivers were trying to absorb this new information. All in all, it wasn’t actually a big problem for the team to employ someone so young; it was just unusual in the Formula 1 world. Typically, people started working for the teams at 24, drivers excluded.

Zak continued, “We understand that her age might raise some eyebrows, but we believe in her talent and potential. Steven’s endorsement was a significant factor in our decision. We are confident that Isabela will bring a fresh perspective and innovative ideas to our team.”

Andrea added, “We also plan to provide her with all the support she needs to succeed. She will be working closely with our experienced staff, and we are committed to ensuring a smooth transition for her.”

Oscar, always the pragmatic one, asked, “What about her travel arrangements? Will she be able to handle the rigorous schedule?”

Charlotte responded, “We’ve already discussed this with her, and she’s fully aware of the demands of the job. Isabela is excited about the opportunity and ready to embrace the challenges. We will also make sure she has the necessary resources and support to manage her responsibilities effectively.”

Lando, still processing the news, said, “Well, if Steven believes in her, that’s good enough for me. I’m looking forward to working with her.”

Oscar nodded in agreement, “Same here. It’s going to be interesting to see her in action.”

Zak smiled, “That’s the spirit, boys. Let’s give her a warm welcome and make sure she feels at home with us.”

“Look, we know this is a surprise for both of you. Trust us, we were surprised as well. But that doesn’t change the fact that she has incredible talent. We just wanted you both to be prepared for when you meet her,” reiterated Zak, his tone serious yet reassuring.

After a moment of silence, Charlotte continued, “Let’s be honest. She is an 18-year-old girl, very far away from home. She doesn’t know anyone here and will be working closely with both of you most of the time. We ask you, no, we three ask you, to keep an eye on her. This is something completely new for her, and she will need support and reassurance from us. And let me tell you, she truly is a ray of sunshine. Trust me, you’ll fall in love with her the minute you meet her.”

“It’s true,” confirmed Andrea. “She walked in here with the biggest smile anyone has ever seen,” eliciting chuckles from those in the room. “Well then, I guess it’s time we finally meet this lovely girl,” stated Oscar. Charlotte let out a relieved smile before beckoning the drivers to follow her. “She’s currently at the practice track, trying out some new lenses. Oh, I can already see it. The three of you will cause chaos around the paddock,” she smiled like a proud mother. Behind her back, the papaya boys shared an amused smile.

As they walked towards the practice track, Lando and Oscar exchanged curious glances. “I wonder what she’s like,” mused Lando. “If she’s as good as they say, we’re in for a treat,” replied Oscar.

When they arrived at the track, they saw a young woman with a camera, intently focused on capturing the perfect shot. Her concentration was palpable, and her passion for her work was evident. Charlotte called out to her, “Isabela, come meet the team!”

Isabela turned around, her face lighting up with a bright smile. She approached them with a confident stride, her camera still in hand. “Hi, I’m Isabela. It’s so nice to meet you all,” she said, her voice warm and friendly.

Lando and Oscar introduced themselves, both impressed by her professionalism and enthusiasm. “We’ve heard a lot about you,” said Lando. “Welcome to the team,” added Oscar.

“Thank you! I’m really excited to be here and work with all of you,” Isabela replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As they chatted, it became clear that Isabela’s youthful energy and fresh perspective would be a valuable addition to the team. The drivers felt a sense of protectiveness forming. The only 18 year old girl already wormed her way into their hearts like she did with the other people she met before.

“So, you’re into photography. How did that come about?” Lando inquired. He, Oscar, and Isabela were seated in the cafeteria after Charlotte had sent them inside. According to her, it was far too windy outside for them to spend time on the track. Thus, the trio decided to warm themselves up with some tea and coffee.

“Well, to be honest, my Avó Berta introduced me to photography. After my parents divorced, my father had to work tirelessly to support both me and my grandmother. We had nothing; we lived in the favelas of Rio. That’s why my father juggled three jobs, ensuring we always had food on the table and a roof over our heads,” Isabela began.

“Wow, that must have been tough,” Oscar commented, his eyes wide with empathy.

“It was,” Isabela nodded. “Because of that, us girls were often alone at home. But after a few years, my Avó Berta fell ill and became bedridden. I always loved recounting my days and all the new things I saw to her. However, after some months, she began to forget the things I told her about and what they looked like. So, for seven months, I saved up all my money to buy a camera. Mind you, it was only a cheap one, but it immediately printed the pictures,” she said, laughing lightly. At this point, both Lando and Oscar had somber smiles on their faces.

“That’s so sweet of you,” Lando said softly. “It must have meant a lot to her.”

“It did,” Isabela replied. “So, the next time I told my grandmother about the latest adventure my friends and I had, I was also able to show her the pictures. And if she forgot after a few days, the photos helped to jog her memory.” After a moment of hesitation, she continued.

“Sadly, my grandmother passed away that same winter, so she never got to see the new camera my father bought me for my birthday,” she murmured. Oscar placed his hand on top of hers, causing Isabela to look up. “Your grandmother sounds like a real badass,” he told her, eliciting not only a laugh from the girl but also from his teammate.

“She really was,” Isabela agreed, her eyes shining with fond memories.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what about your mother?” Lando asked hesitantly. “Lando!” Oscar looked shocked at Lando while kicking his foot under the table. Isabela laughed again before continuing. “It’s alright, Oscar. Lando’s just curious. Well, my mother left us when I was two. One day she was there, and the next day she wasn’t. She just packed her bag and left us. No goodbye letter, no SMS. Nada. Which is also the reason why my grandmother despised her.”

“That’s harsh,” Oscar said, shaking his head. “How did you cope with that?”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t really remember much about her. The only thing I know is her name and what she looks like. The only thing I have from her, besides my looks, is a letter that she sent me on my 16th birthday,” Isabela explained.

“Did you ever try to find her?” Lando asked, his curiosity piqued.

“I thought about it,” Isabela admitted. “But I realized that my life was full with the people who stayed. My father, my Avó Berta, my friends, and my passion for photography. They were enough for me.”

“Wow, I’m honestly… impressed,” said Oscar. “After everything that happened, you turned your passion into your profession. That is something nearly no one achieves,” whispered Lando. His heart felt heavy. How could her mother ever leave this sweet girl? And then, after 14 years, only send a letter? Isabela could only muster a small smile for her new friends.

“Thank you, guys. It means a lot to hear that,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

After that day, the three of them only grew closer. The drivers understood what their boss meant when he said Isabela was a ray of sunshine. Each morning, she greeted everyone with a smile that rivaled the sun. Her cheerful demeanor and genuine interest in others quickly made her a beloved figure at the factory. Sometimes she spent time with the PR team, assisting them in devising new challenges. Other times, she conversed with the engineers and mechanics, inquiring about the new McLaren. They were always more than happy to indulge the young woman, often going out of their way to explain the intricacies of their work.

Isabela’s presence had a noticeable impact on the team’s morale. Her positivity was infectious, and she had a knack for making everyone feel valued and appreciated. The cafeteria staff adored her because she always took the time to chat with them and compliment their cooking. The security guards looked forward to her daily greetings, which brightened their long shifts. Even the usually reserved IT department found themselves smiling more often when Isabela was around.

But her favorite moments were those spent with Oscar and Lando. Oscar, with his calm and thoughtful demeanor, often shared stories about his racing experiences and offered advice on navigating the competitive world of motorsport. Lando, on the other hand, was the life of the party, always ready with a joke or a funny anecdote to lighten the mood. Instead of only spending time at the factory together, they watched movies at each other’s flats or went out for dinner. One time, they even went grocery shopping together, which ended with a half-new wardrobe for Isabela, 7 liters of milk for Lando, and a new TV for Oscar. How that happened, nobody knows.

During those few weeks in England before Testing, Isabela had the pleasure of meeting Lily, Oscar’s girlfriend. The two of them became best friends instantly. When Lando and Isabela arrived at Oscar’s flat for another movie night, it was also the first time the girls would meet each other.

Instead of the uncomfortable “Hey, I’m… Nice to meet you,” Isabela and Lily ran to each other for a hug. “Oh my gosh, hi! You look so pretty,” Isabela gushed while the girls still held each other. “Girl, you’re one to talk. You literally look like a goddess. I love that shirt,” Lily complimented her, making the Brazilian girl spin. “Really? I wasn’t sure if it was the right one for tonight. I didn’t want to be overdressed,” the younger one replied shyly. “Love, listen carefully. You are never overdressed. The people around us are just underdressed,” Lily assured her while leading her new best friend to the sofa. The girls sat so close to each other, practically sitting on each other’s laps, while talking about the newest paddock gossip.

Lando and Oscar only looked at the two with bewildered expressions. “What the…” “Just happened?” After another moment, their silence was interrupted by Lily, who ordered Oscar to “bring this cutie pie a refreshment. Oh, and Lando as well.” The only thing Lando could do was laugh so hard that tears started streaming down his face.

As the evening progressed, the group settled in for a movie. “What are we watching tonight?” Lando asked, still chuckling from earlier. “How about a classic? Maybe something like ‘Back to the Future’?” Oscar suggested. “Oh, I love that movie!” Isabela exclaimed. “It’s been ages since I last saw it.”

They all agreed, and soon the movie was playing. During a particularly intense scene, Isabela leaned over to Lando and whispered, “Do you think we could ever build a car like that?” Lando grinned, “With the right team, anything’s possible.”

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Ladies and Gentlemen, we are haply to introduce you to our new team photographer, Ms. Isabella Ferreira. We are happy to have the 18 year old from Barsil as part of our family.🧡

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Comments:

@user1: OMFG they look so hot

@user2: Wait, those pictures look really good

@user3: this new photographer does an amazing job

@user4: "this photographer", girl he'd name is Ms Isabela Ferreira

@user5: I don't get why everyone is hyping up the girl. I mean, she just took some freaking pictures. That's bot so hard.

@user6: mate, stay jealous

@landonorris: let's goooooo

@oscarpiastri: 😸👍

@user7: LMFAO

@isabelaferreira: 🧡

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pedantic-poison · 1 year ago

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Oscar's hc abt him dating an ex of the drivers

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pairing: fem!reader x oscar piastri (pierre gasly as the ex)

genre: FLUFF! no warnings necessary here

word count: 1.3k

author's note: loved this ask, oscar needs more content NOW! please let me know if I misinterpreted anything and feel free to send in another if this isn't what you dreamt of, this definitely turned into more of a blurb of the start of their relationship than a headcanon so oopsies. thank you!

The first time he meets you, it's a Friday morning, way too early for Oscar's liking, but he likes having some time to settle in before he has to get in the car and drive, even if it is just for a Free Practice session

Just before he reaches the McLaren motorhome, someone rushes up to him, already apologizing for interrupting him, and he assumes you're going to ask for an autograph

He freezes when he finally looks at your face, more than a little stunned by the sight of you, even with you panting from running around frantically and looking a little frazzled

You told him you'd managed to get yourself totally turned around and you just needed to know which direction the Alpine motorhome was and you'd be out of his hair

For obvious reasons, he thinks you might be messing with him somehow, but your eyes are so earnest and pleading, staring straight into his, and he's overcome with a strange feeling of not being able to say no to you

Despite your assurances that he just needs to point you in a direction and you'll find your way to Alpine, Oscar insists on walking you all the way there, ignoring the quizzical looks he inevitably gets being seen near their motorhome

He's way too occupied with staring at you to notice anyways, listening to you ramble about how you ended up lost in the paddock, startling out of his trance at your mention of your boyfriend

Apparently, you were there to see Pierre, who you'd been dating for a few weeks, and with this weekend's GP in your home country, you'd made your way there to support him

(though you assured Oscar you wouldn't have missed an F1 race in your country regardless, but the paddock passes Pierre gave you were pretty sweet, which makes him laugh)

As you both arrive at the Alpine motorhome, you thank him with a kiss on the cheek, seemingly oblivious to the blush that spreads on his face

He does terribly during the practice sessions that day. Almost hits Pierre (who was definitely impeding if you ask Oscar), and accidentally lets loose on the radio, which, naturally, ends up on the broadcast. Lovely.

He tells himself that he's totally puzzled as to why he was so distracted today, that he has no idea why his focus kept drifting from the car.

But if he had to be honest with himself, he knows exactly why.

On the way out later that night, he sees you in the parking lot, and without meaning to his feet start taking him towards you

Stopping in his tracks when he sees Pierre, leaning against his car, arms crossed and voice harsh as he speaks with you, though Oscar can't quite make out the words.

It takes him a lot longer than he'd like to admit to force himself to continue on towards his car, driving the long way back to his hotel in an attempt to clear his head

It doesn't work.

He doesn't see you the next morning

FP3 goes fine, and Qualifying was equally mediocre, though Oscar got bumped up a few spots after impeding penalties were handed out (including one for Pierre, and Oscar had the strangest feeling that Pierre got in his way on purpose today, too)

After he's changed out of his race suit and leaving the McLaren motorhome, Oscar's stopped in his tracks by the sight of you waiting just outside

He asks you if you've gotten yourself lost again, teasing, and when you tell him you could use some assistance finding the parking lot, his grin is so wide it nearly splits his face open

The conversation as you two walk is easy, lots of teasing and playfully mocking each other

Eventually Oscar musters up the courage to ask you about what he saw in the parking lot the night before, explaining that he doesn't want to pry, just wants to make sure you're okay

You sigh, seeming more annoyed than upset, and you tell him that Pierre was pissed after seeing you talking with Oscar the day before

And he wasn't too happy when you made it clear that he didn't get to dictate who you're allowed to speak to

The only thing that really matters about that conversation is that you realized Pierre was a jerk, and you dumped him

Oscar's quiet for a second, then grins and asks you if you're still using the paddock passes he gave you

To which you reply of course, which makes him laugh

Before he can think about it enough to stop himself, he offers to get you McLaren paddock passes, promising you that he has it on good authority that making the switch from Alpine to McLaren was worth it, and you snort as you laugh, completely unladylike and totally endearing to him

He invites you back to his hotel, using some excuse about how you need post-breakup ice cream and shouldn't do that alone to tell himself he's just being friendly

You don't mention to him that you definitely aren't torn up enough to need to be consoled, because you're pretty sure he can tell

But you let him pretend that's the reason he wants to spend time with you, and he lets you pretend that's why you come back to his hotel room

You end up staying up way too late, talking and making each other laugh so hard you cry, and Oscar ends up insisting that you stay the night because it's way too late for you to get yourself home

You go back and forth for a while debating who gets the couch and who gets the bed (you're pretty sure at one point there was a standoff that involved both of you simultaneously demanding to sleep on the floor)

Eventually you both get too tired to keep being stubborn and honestly the bed is unreasonably huge so you both just collapse in the bed, murmuring sleepy promises to stay on your own sides

Which probably lasts about fifteen minutes before you're so tired and cold that you unconsciously curl yourself around him

And Oscar can't really help the way his arms move to wrap around you, gentle and warm, as he sleepily relaxes into you

Which is how you wake up the next morning, both a little bashful

It doesn't occur to either of you that you're showing up to the paddock together, on a race day, with a McLaren pass dangling around your neck and a McLaren shirt hanging from your shoulders - both from Oscar

He ends up having to take your hand to guide you safely through the fray of reporters and fans, apologizing shyly for doing so when you reach the safety of the McLaren motorhome

You tell him you really don't mind, and he just can't help but stare into your eyes for a beat too long

You wish him luck before he takes off, placing another kiss on his cheek, and this time you catch the blush that creeps up his face

He drives incredibly. When he steps out of his car, he decides that he just finished the best race of his life

No podium (yet), but he doesn't care

When he gets back to the motorhome, he's sweaty and flushed and exhausted

And he sees you and you throw your arms around him without a second thought, a huge smile on your face

And then all of a sudden he's kissing you

You're not sure who initiated the kiss, and you're so consumed with Oscar that you really don't care enough to think about it

When he pulls away to breathe, Oscar tells you that he never wants to see you in any other number but his

You laugh and tell him you're just fine with that

You don't actually notice until later that night that Pierre didn't even finish in the points

You didn't really care if he was mad, he'd just have to get used to seeing you in the paddock, hand in hand with Oscar, dressed in orange, every single weekend

Oscar didn't really care if Pierre hated his guts either

He'd already beaten him - on and off the track

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months ago

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Killing Time 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, includes violence, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: a job offer could be an escape from your old life, but the new one, may not hold freedom.

Characters: Kraven the Hunter, August Walker, Lloyd Hansen, James Conrad, God the Bounty Hunter, Court Gentry

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

The interior of the car is sleek and shiny. You don’t want to touch anything as you strap the seat belt across your torso. You feel bad enough that he insists upon getting your bags in the car. When he’s at last in the driver’s seat, you relax.

You glance out the window at the patch of grass where Jake was moments ago. He slinked away as you hid behind the tinted glass in triumph. One little victory after a year of terror.

“So, shall we?” James asks as he turns the engine. “We’ve some ways to go,” he adjusts the mirror and glances over at you. “I know it isn’t good etiquette but I must say you look beat. It won’t bother me should you doze as I drive.”

“Oh, uh,” you rub your cheek bashfully, “thanks, I... spent all night packing so--”

It’s not a complete lie and you’re sure he can fathom the truth after the morning’s confrontation. Admitting it will only make it worse. You just want to leave it all behind.

“Of course. I apologise for the short notice but thank you very much for being so accommodating,” he says.

He shifts into gear and checks his blind spot before he slowly steers away from the curb.

“Me? Thank you for the drive. I’m sure I’ve could have found a bus--”

“You would assume but as I said, the location is remote and you’d still need to get from the station to the house. I don’t mind at all. I’ve not been to the manor in some time and I’m overdue to check in on it.” He explains, “I’m happy to do so with company, if I’m to be honest.”

“Ah, okay,” you accept. You cup your hand over your mouth as a yawn rises without warning. “Mm, sorry.”

“As I said, please, rest your eyes. We have a long road,” he says. “Oh, you won’t mind some music? Any preference?”

“I’m not picky,” you assure him and lean back against the seat. Despite not wanting to check out, your body is screaming for sleep. Your muscles ease against the firm cushion and you can’t help a groan. “Whatever you like.”

You turn to look out the window, watching the streets and the few pedestrians on the pavement. Your lashes flick, weighed down by the sleepless night and the peak of adrenaline. Your head lolls and you let your eyelids close. Just for a minute and you’ll open them again...

When you stir, the car is still but idling. The engine hums and the AC flows. You look over at the empty driver seat and jolt upright. Huh?

Your panic is curtailed as the door opens and James appears with a tray of cups and a paper bag. He smiles as he lowers himself into the car and balances it all in his lap.

“I didn’t know if I should wake you but I grabbed some coffee. Sugar and cream if you need,” he wiggles free a cup and puts it in the holder. “And they had some lovely looking bagels--”

“Oh,” you wipe your chapped lips with the back of your hand. “You didn’t have to—I'm sorry I fell asleep...”

“I did expect it,” he chuckles as he hands you the paper bag. “It is your choice. I got one sesame seed and a pumpernickel. I hope that’s acceptable.”

“Mm, pumpernickel?” You clasp the top of the bag, “thanks, that’s... that’s so nice.”

“Not at all,” he takes his own cup as he puts the tray behind his seat. He inhales the scent through the slot of the lid. “Ah, not terrible. They had English.” He lifts the cup slightly. “How typical, yes? That I would rather tea.”

“I don’t mind tea,” you shrug and open the bag.

“We will eat then be back on the road. Further on, we will have something more substantial.” He explains.

You check the first bagel; sesame, and hand it to him. You sit and unwrap your own. Before you can have a bite, you gape at the digital clock in the dashboard.

“Holy... two hours?” You utter.

“Oh, yes, the time breezed by,” he remarks.

You hide a frown and bite into the toasted bagel. You feel a bit better but a glaze of dizziness lingers. You need the sleep but you’re embarrassed all the same. You shouldn’t be snoring in the passenger seat on your way to a job. After all, he’s technically your boss.

“Really, don’t worry,” he says as if he can read your mind.

“I’ll try not to,” you swallow.

You finish your food with minimal conversation. You’re still a little groggy but not as tired. You manage to stay awake as he sets off again.

You glance over at him. He’s a stranger but something about his presence is calming. So much so that you lost all wariness. After what you’ve been through with Jake, you should’ve taken a bit more time to think this through. It strikes you then that this man is taking you to some remote location, based on a single conversation...

You shake off your suspicion. It’s Jake. That’s all. He taught you distrust. Someone you thought was your friend, turned out to be a monster. Well, they say you’re more likely to be assaulted by someone you know. Maybe it’s good that you barely know James.

“How long were you in the city?” He asks, piercing through your inner turmoil.

“Oh, uh, about five years,” you answer. “I... you live there or....”

“Closeby,” he answers. “I think you can guess I’ve relocated but I do tend to hop around often. I get restless.”

“Ah, so that’s why you need a caretaker.”

“Essentially, yes,” he agrees. “I’ve not the ability to remain as long as I need. It was a colleague who suggested it. One of his rare good ideas.”

“Right,” you nod.

“Well, I trust you will keep good care of it,” he says over the steering wheel.

The journey unravels before you. It’s further than you thought, but you didn’t really pay much attention to your destination. You’re more concerned with getting away. All the business of thinking this out can wait until you can breathe.

As promised, you stop again to eat and relieve yourself. James girds only a few hours left. It’s taken most of the day to get this far and the road ahead is less a highway and more a rural path. You take your time eating, as much not to make yourself sick as to take a break from sitting in the car.

Back on the road, you feel the exhaustion fall on you again. You struggle to keep your eyes open as the evening deepens. James drives towards a thicket of trees, the moonlight flickering between them. You descend into the darkness as the car thrums through the noise of crickets and swaying leaves.

The fir thins and opens up to reveal a large stone wall and a wrought iron gate that gleams in the moonlight. The peaks of the large manor are painted silver in the night’s hue. You sit up to see it clearer. It looked big in the pictures but you’re blown away by the reality.

“A moment,” he stops and puts the car in park.

He gets out as you watch him through the gloom. He unlocks the gate and pulls it outward, just one side, enough to get through. He comes back and shifts gears, steering through and up the long paved drive. He kills the engine and sighs.

“I’ll just go lock up before we do the grand tour, if you don’t mind,” he says.

You give a noncommittal grumble as you undo your seat belt. You just want to stretch your legs. You get out parallel to him and he hurries off back toward the gate. The hinges creak loudly in the night, and eerie high-pitched noise.

As he returns, the moon hides behind a cloud and drapes his figure in black. “We’ll fetch the bags after. It’s dark out here.”

You’re too tired and uneasy to speak. Now that you’re here, the second thoughts begin. This man is still, at the core, a stranger. And more, you don’t exactly know where he’s taken you. You push back the doubt as another symptom of your year of torment. That was another man, not him.

He leads you towards the front door. You climb the curved stone steps as bats flutter off in the sky. You shiver as he unlocks the door and disappears within. A light beams through on and you shy away. He beckons you inward from behind it.

“Come,” he holds a flashlight. “We’ll need to turn the generator on.”

“Oh, uh, of course,” you agree and step inside.

He shuts the door as you enter and he turns to aim the light around the grand foyer. He slowly moves forward, sure to keep pace with you. You admire what you can in the shadows. The staircase that curls out at the bottom, and the carved posts that sharpen to points at the end of the banisters.

You follow him, huddling close without thinking. It feels as if you might get lost if you stray too far. He takes you along the hallways behind the stairs and to a narrow door at the end. He opens it and shines the light down.

“You first, I’ll keep the torch above you,” he says.

You look down the dark staircase then at him. He angles the light and brightens the way down. You turn and take the first step, and the next. Each groans beneath your weight as you put your hand on the railing. You get to the bottom and his own steps illicit creaks.

He nudges you as points the flashlight across the damp basement. It’s cold down there. You fold your arms as your teeth chatter. You go to the generator and he looks it over.

“You have the most important task,” he says and flips the light in his hand, “holding the torch.”

He offers it and you take it uncertainly. You shine it over the boxy generator and he examines it once more.

“We only need to turn the valve here,” he points, “then the choke,” he moves a rod from left to right, “turn the ignition,” he twists, “and pull the cord.” He grunts as he tugs, “just until you feel resistance and it should--” it rumbles and clanks, then mellows out to a steady hum. “There. Now, let it run for a moment and set the choke to run...” he steps back and dusts his hands off on his pants, “there’s a manual on the shelf over there in case you need to restart it, ever. Thunderstorms are not so kind here.”

“Oh, okay, uh, yeah. I’ll find that.”

“Mm, yes, well, how about tomorrow? If you don’t mind, I think I’ll be in better spirits for a tour then. Then you might see it in the light of day, eh?” He suggests. “For now, we’ll find you a place to sleep and get your bags in.”

“That sounds good,” you agree. “I am beat.”

“Me too,” he agrees. “There’s an old kettle around, I’ve some tea in my bag. If you’re interested.”

“Maybe in the morning,” you turn back to the stairs, steadying the sphere of light across them. “I just want to lay down.”

“Can’t blame you,” he trails behind you. “Given the way the day started, I’m certain you’re merely happy to be away from it all.”

“Oh...” you utter, a tinge of embarrassment nips in your cheeks. “Yeah, well, that was--- it’s over now, right?”

“Yes, a fresh start,” he agrees as you start up the stairs and he follows closely. “I do hope you find peace here.”

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stagefoureddiediaz · 19 days ago

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Costume meta 8x01, 8x02 & 803

Life is incredibly busy for me at the moment, so I’m not able to spend as much time on things like writing Costume meta as I’d like, so, while I am planning on writing a meta for each episode, these are likely to be shorter and I will only be guaranteeing to do Buck and Eddies costumes. Any other character will be entirely dependent on my time and if there is anything interesting to point out! That being said, because I’ve combined the first three episodes into one meta (because they spent most of it in uniform!), it is on the longer side!

So, let’s get this season 8 costume meta show on the road!

Last season I pointed out the show was going heavy on the pink colour coding and suggested it was being employed to signal an overarching theme for the season - innocence and naiveté and the loss thereof. This proved to be correct and we saw the show weave stories across the season about innocence and naiveté and we then watched characters experience the loss of those things.

So I was intrigued to see what colour they would be using this season and had been contemplating over hiatus what I thought they’d go with. I regret not making a post about it back then, because my thoughts had been focused on orange, and early indicators suggest orange is indeed the colour they’re using - along with a second colour - brown.

I have spotted a lot of both colours in both episodes of the season so far, and very often they are using a sort of burnt/rusty orange/brown, that combines both colours I’ll be keeping my eye out for both colours in the upcoming episodes as well.

rest below the cut!

Examples of it in these opening two episodes that I’ve spotted are;

The light aircraft had orange and brown detailing on the tail.

The truck has a brown logo, the driver who ran up to the car on the highway was wearing an orange check shirt, and his co-driver is wearing brown

Tori and her assistant Sheila are wearing orange and brown and Sheila is wearing brown trousers with and orange check when the bees attack.

Hen’s jacket has a lot of orange and some brown in the plaid, and Denny’s shirt has a dark orange text on it.

Eddie and Buck are wearing brown shirts and Eddie is wearing an orange hat - the orange balloons and streamers are also fairly dominant in the party decorations.

Denis is wearing a light brown zip front hoodie (he also has his orange prison jumpsuit but I’m not including it as its standard prison uniform and would’ve been included regardless!)

Tia is wearing an orange/brown shirt under her white and coloured design jacket

Amy the manager of air traffic control is wearing both brown and orange

the toothbrush Dennis makes a shiv from is orange

several crew members on set are wearing brown

the workman who removes the blade fro the firetruck is wearing brown.

Orange means enthusiasm optimism and emotional strength. It’s also a colour of positivity and progressive thinking as well as creativity and success in endeavours! Orange can also be impatient and can also symbolise insincere personalities or intentions.

Brown meanwhile is stable and reliable, honest and supportive. It is also seen as protective and it is the foundation from which new things can grow. It also means honesty, wisdom and strength and it is a dependable colour. It can also have meanings such as loneness isolation and sadness, as well as being seen as boring or dull.

They are two colours that have intertwined meanings and to me this is suggesting an overarching theme for the season of positive stable progression. The idea of letting go of the past and moving forward. Everyones arc’s so far this season seem to be setting up the exploration of all our mains having to deal with aspects of their past (or connected to their past) be that something that happened to them or their behaviour, something they haven’t let go of that continues to impact them and that is preventing them from being able to progress further than they have. It feels very much like the show is setting itself up for making some changes to things for season 9 onwards (not saying people are leaving I want to make that clear - just that I think we might see some changes to what roles people fill within the show)

Check Theory

Check theory was out in force in these two episodes as well - and it has yet to fail me! The small aircraft pilot,

the truck driver,

the first passenger we see on the plane (whose shirt also happens to be that rusty orange/brown colour), one of the attorneys in LA, Sheila the PA, Amy the air traffic controller, all wearing check patterns along with Hen and Tommy. If you haven’t read my theory before - you can find it here, but basically check generally means the character will be the one in danger in some way (not always physical, it could be emotional) and in the case of the passenger on the plane - he is a signifier for the entire plane being in peril by virtue of being the first passenger we see.

Hen’s check came in a scene where we start to see the jealousy she feels towards Chim and Mara’s relationship (while Karen isn’t reacting to it at all - beyond seeming happy that Mara is happy) and is foreshadowing the upcoming issues with Hen and Chim’s relationship and their fight to get Mara back. the use of two different types of check is perhaps hinting at the fact Hen will be facing issues on two fronts - the Ortiz front and the Chimney/Maddie front. The raw edged denim also helps to play into the idea that Hen is reaching the end of her capacity to deal with things - she is feeling raw and frayed.

Tommy’s check is serving a similar purpose - we get a continuation of Tommys dismissive comments when Buck is telling him something about his life and it is clearly foreshadowing the issues and hurdles Buck and him are going to face. Interestingly the colour of the check is hard to figure out - I'm pretty sure its black, but it looks dark green in some moments and navy blue in others. The black and white colouring in a check pattern is giving us hints - telling us that in the case of Tommy things are very black and white - that there is little nuance to his character.

It's telling us what we see is what we get and that all of his behaviour up to this point can be read for what it is and t hat what it is isn't good because of the check. the other thing about black and white is that it suggests a lack of change - things being black and white in costume terms generally means that the character in that moment a a minimum can be read very plainly - they are how they are and how they have always been.

The fact Tommy is wearing it in a scene discussing Gerrard really is implying that things on that front are going to be black and white and that plays into the theory that it is his problematic past at the 118 (that the show deliberately chose not to address last season) is at least one of the issues that’s going to come up this season and that it is a black and white issue - as in not one with grey areas.

Tommy's blue party hat is also pretty interesting, and telling, blue is very much a Buck colour, its one he wears a lot of - far more than any other colour, this, along with the fact the black check on the shirt appears blue or green depending on the lighting and camera angle, fits with my theory that Tommy is meant to not only be similar to Eddie, but also and alt version of Buck. The fact he is wearing an open shirt over a henley also plays into this theory as they are items of clothing associated with Buck (open shirt) and Eddie (henley).

Navy blue as a hat colour is an interesting choice to have Tommy wearing in this scene because it is a colour associated with several things, its supposed to be a symbol of peace, commitment and honesty, as well as authority. It also means fragility, depression, impersonality and coldness.

We saw various shades of navy blue on Buck a lot during his relationship with Taylor - especially during the more fractious periods - moments such as the ily scene - seemingly a moment affirming commitment and honesty, but also revealing the fragility and coldness of their relationship.

So on Tommy it seems to be conveying a similar concept - the juxtaposition of the commitment of Buck and Tommys relationship and the idea that Buck is at peace with himself in relationship terms right now, but it is also revealing the fragility and coldness of the relationship - its supporting the textual clues we get in the scene and setting up Bucks arc for the season and the instability of his relationship with Tommy.

On to Eddie and Buck now we've dealt with the more general costume things!

I’ve already written above about the meaning of brown and how its meaning is stable and reliable, honest and supportive. It is also protective and it is the foundation from which new things can grow. It also means honesty, wisdom and strength. It is a dependable colour. It can also mean loneness isolation and sadness, as well as being seen as boring or dull.

The thing with brown is that it is made up of all of the colours and can therefore have different coloured undertones. In this scene, Bucks shirt is red toned and Eddies is yellow/orange toned and this means we should look to those colours for additional information about the potential meanings.

Eddie

The yellow and orange undertones for Eddie means his brown is connected to communication and enthusiasm as well as the meanings of brown I’ve described above. the meaning that particularly stands out to me in this scene is the idea of support - of being supportive. It’s a theme that plays out in different ways in this scene especially for Eddie and Buck. For Eddie specifically it is the idea of being supportive of what he thinks his son wants - what he i being told his son wants.

Eddie is trying to communicate with Christopher but Chris is not communicating back - Helena is the one that communicates the information we get about Chris - that he is happy in El Paso and has lots of new friends and is visiting the pool a lot etc. Eddie tries to be supportive of what he is being told, despite it making sure his broken heart stays broken - because he thinks it’s what Chris wants because it is what he’s being told.

We also have eddies orange party hat - picking up the orange undertones to the t-shirt, it emphasises the emotional strength Eddie has to employ to keep persevering with Chris - even when he is getting barriers thrown up at him. He’s being creative - throwing the party in LA even though he’s not with Chris - trying to make himself a part of things and show Chris that he’s trying to mend the bridge he broke. The orange is also playing the long game with Eddie as well - the lack of orange in the El Paso visuals is telling us that Eddie will be successful in his endeavours - he just needs to be patient and keep trying.

It's also worth noting a couple of things about Eddies clothing - firstly that Eddie is back to wearing slightly oversized tees again - calling back to season 5 and his breakdown and mental health struggles. and secondly the choice of putting him in olive drab cargo pants and his mom in jeans of the same-ish colour (its hard to tell exactly what shade of olive drab they are as the colouring through the computer screen is wildly different!) is an interesting choice - its hinting at where Eddies battles lie - an indication of both going into combat with one another!

Buck

For Buck his brown has reddish undertones (these are much less obvious than the yellows and oranges of Eddies undertones), and there his also the red party hat bringing the red aspect into focus. Red is a symbol of anger, danger, impulsiveness, aggression, passion, sacrifice, and courage.

Again the concept of support comes into play with the brown - Buck supporting Eddie, being a source of strength and stability at his back, as is visually shown with him never leaving his spot behind Eddie (unlike Tommy who moves away and out of camera in both the video call and the way the scene is shot - its costume and directing working in tandem to relay information about Tommy to the audience).

The reddish undertones play into the other aspect of the scene - the conversation (if yo can call it that) between Buck and Tommy - its foreshadowing Bucks anger towards Gerrard later in the episode, and also his impulsive and courageous actions to save Gerrard. I think the honesty and wisdom of brown is also important here as well. Buck may be questioning his motives and actions - if he intended to hurt Gerrard or save him, but the brown is giving him stability and suggests that ultimately he will figure things out in a positive direction.

I do want to quickly talk about the fit of Bucks shirt as well, because it is important in relation to what we've seen with Bucks costuming across the seasons and from the bts pictures we've had from Oliver showing a couple of Bucks costumes for upcoming episodes. The fit of this shirt is really really good on Buck and that is important.

I spoke quite a lot in my season 6 and season 7 meta's about the fit of Bucks clothing - in particular his trousers, but in his tops as well, how we've seen his clothing seemingly shrink and become to tight, right through to ill fitting and slightly oversized clothing.

The wardrobe department have been clearly showing Bucks character growth through the fit of his clothes - to tight and too short in the leg when he's uncomfortable and has outgrown his current situation - playing into the idea that Buck is trying to make himself smaller - make himself fit inside a skin that doesn't really represent or fit him any longer.

Then we've had the other extreme where his clothing is baggy and ill fitting - suggesting he doesn't fit in to the new him he's trying on - it is a perfect way to visually show that Buck is growing but not yet comfortable or at ease with this new version of himself.

His clothing settled into fairly well fitting through the latter half of season 7, and it was really interesting to see which scenes he was dressed slightly oversized or slightly too small in. Interestingly we tend to see clothes being slightly oversized now with Eddie and pushing towards too tight with in Tommy scenes, the ones where there is cross over (such as the greyish brown and light blue vertical stripes which we saw in scenes with both the fire fam and Tommy) we tend to get a good fit.

Right now we're in a period where Buck is the most content within himself that he as been and this brown shirt echoes that. It fits him well and it is a scene which features both Eddie and Tommy. WE know that we're going to see Buck wearing a range of fits of clothing, the up coming golf scene with Gerrard for example has a return of the fit being too tight and too short in the leg- emphasising Bucks discomfort. It will be really interesting to see which way things play out when it comes to costumes soley associated with Tommy, compared with costumes that are connected to Eddie or connected to the wider fire fam. I'm not quite prepared to pin my colours to the mast on this front just yet, but I do think we'll either see a slow shrinkage connected to Tommy and things being sightly oversized when it comes to Eddie - as a way of exploring his diminishing feelings for Tommy and expanding knowledge of his feelings for Eddie, or we'll see the reverse - oversized with Tommy as the relationship starts to run into problems (in much the same way we saw Eddies oversized clothing during his break down in s5 and now again in s8 connecting to Christopher's absence and his struggles with that) and to small with Eddie as a sign Buck no longer fits into the status of their relationship - that his feelings for Eddie don't fit the concept of friend any longer - that they are more than simply friendly.

So yeah - its going to be very interesting to see which way it plays out!

I'm finishing here as I'm already so much later posting this than I intended (thanks tumblr for being a pain and not letting me upload pictures into this post no matter how many times I recreated it - but I won the fight in the end!) hopefully 804's meta won't take so long or be such a technological pain!

I'm not tagging anyone this time as I didn't have time to ask if anyone wanted tagging in my costume metas - so this is your chance - if you'd like to be tagged in future costume metas for s8 - please drop me comment and I'll include you in the 804 meta!

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed - its good to be back talking costumes! 💜💜💜

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julienbakerpls · 1 year ago

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save a horse, ride a cowgirl 18+

Julien Baker/Reader

"Alright that's a wrap on the Alternative Press boygenius cover!" the creative director called out, it was incredibly hot but you were getting even hotter. You hadn't expected the cowboy theme at all and you certainly weren't prepared for the effect it would have on you. Specifically Julien in a cowboy hat, thinking back you don't think in all of your time as a couple that you'd seen her wear one.

"Hey Punk, what do you think?" Julien said laughing as she posed in the hat.

"I think you should keep it, and definitely wear it, like a lot." You said, blushing up at her from where you were sitting. You watched as she let that perfect goofy smile spread across her face.

"Oh yeah, this whole look kinda doing it for you?" She said coming to stand between your legs, kneeling to place her hands on your thighs squeezing them gently.

"Jay... you have no idea." You spoke softly, pushing the hat lower on her head to shield her face from the sun more. She blushed as a smirk slid across her face.

"You know... they did say we could keep whatever we wanted from wardrobe. Can you think of any use we could get out of it?" She said, fighting the laugh that was already dancing in her eyes.

"I mean... I could think of one or two different... positions." You said, leaning up and biting her bottom lip playfully.

"Fuck... Baby, is one of them maybe you sitting on my face." She said into your neck pulling you even closer. Julien wanted so badly for you to sit on her face but to be honest it scared you thinking of how easily she could suffocate.

"Princess, I know that look you WILL not suffocate me.... and if you do... i'll die doing what and who I love most." She said, placing a tender kiss to your neck.

"Julien..." You whined, looking into her big brown eyes, eyes that she knew how to use to her advantage.

"Okay we'll try it." You sighed, knowing if you were ever truly uncomfortable with anything she would drop it immediately. You watched her adorable puppy pout turn into the big goofy grin you love so much.

"I can't wait for you to ride my face, Princess." Julien said, pulling you up from your sitting position and licking her way into your mouth. The kiss was a heated mess of tongues and teeth and you were already feeling it between your thighs.

"Are we leaving now, or do you still have stuff you need to do with the boys?" You ask, pulling away from her. She smiled up at you kissing your neck, where she could reach.

"We're all set." She tugged you forward to follow after her, making her way over to where Phoebe and Lucy were still dressed as cowboys.

"So are we all keeping the hats?" Lucy asked, looking from Julien to Phoebe.

"Of course, think of all the places I can wear this!" Phoebe laughed.

"Okay we're heading out, i'll see y'all tomorrow at rehearsal." Julien said, Kissing both Phoebe and Lucy goodbye.

"Okay love you." Lucy said, also adding a wave to you, so you'd know you were included in it.

"Love ya!" Phoebe called, diving directly into another topic of conversation with Lucy.

"I love you both!" Julien called back to them.

The car ride to your house was filled with Julien humming along to the radio, one hand on the steering wheel the other rubbing your thigh. She was practically vibrating with excitement over the prospect of you sitting on her face. She pulled in to the driveway, reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt for you, placing a kiss to your neck.

"Do you want takeout tonight?" you asked to fill the already heated silence. Julien laughed, raising her eyebrows at you.

"Baby, I think we both know that I don't care as long as I get to ea-" You cut her off by placing a kiss to her lips, climbing out of the car.

"You've been spending way too much unsupervised time with Phoebe!" You laughed, going to the drivers side of the car and opening her door. She also climbed out, smiling sheepishly at you.

"I also thought of something else cheesy to say but I figured it might be too much." She smiled up at you leaning her back against the car. Her face flushing with pink.

"And what was it." You asked pressing her more firmly to the car with your body.

"Save a horse.... ride a cowgirl." She grinned up at you, still wearing the hat and winking. You couldn't help the blush that spread across your face.

"Have I told you how much I love you today?" You asked, kissing her sweetly on the lips. She smiled into the kiss, pulling away slightly to mumble something incoherent against your lips. You pressed your leg between hers, adding pressure. Julien arches up into you, moaning into your mouth. You feel her start to grind her hips down onto your leg with more intensity.

You pull away from her lips and start pressing kisses into her neck, grabbing onto her hips helping her movements.

"Mmhmm fuck.... Baby.." She moans throwing her head back. Pressing kisses down onto her shoulder before biting it, you feel her hips jerk with the pleasure you knew it would bring her.

"Shit... I am NOT going to cum in the fucking driveway!" Julien laughs, throwing herself clumsily off of you. You laugh with her, chasing her up the stairs to the front door. You catch her right as she opens the door, and press her against the now closed and securely locked front door.

"How do you feel about cuming in the entry way?" You say kissing her again.

"A lot better now that we're not risking public indecency." She answers chasing your lips. You smile unbuckling her jeans, as she kicks off her boots. After pulling off her jeans along with her boxers, you press one more kiss to her lips. Lowering yourself to your knees you pull one of her legs over your shoulder, forcing her to lean against the door.

You press a teasing kiss to her slick folds, giggling to yourself as you hear her impatient huff above you. You spread her thighs farther apart, leaning forward and sucking her clit into your mouth. Pulling away slightly you use your index and middle finger to rub figure eights on her swollen clit. You move further down to push your tongue into her entrance, loving the way her body reacts to it. Julien moans above you rocking her hips and tangling her fingers in your hair.

"Y/n..... Baby... I can't.." Julien groans out, her big brown eyes rolling back in her head, the cowboy hat falling off. You thrust your tongue faster before pulling away and replacing your tongue with your fingers. Sucking her clit into your mouth, and picking up the pace with your fingers. You feel her tighten around you, her whole body going rigid.

"Uhh... Princess... more." She moans, coming undone on your fingers, grinding against your face. You let her ride out her orgasm on your fingers, drinking in all that she has to give you.

Julien shakily removes her leg from your shoulder, her hands still tangled in your hair now using you as a stabilizer.

You look up at her and giggle at the astonished look on her flushed face. She's standing against the door in just a tank top and brown button up.

She finally makes eye contact with you, her face a little less spaced out. Julien roughly pulls you up to kiss her, her teeth clashing with yours. She pulls the button up, tank top, and sports bra off before reaching down to pick up the cowboy hat. Immediately attacking your clothes, pulling off almost every scrap leaving you in your bra and underwear.

"Fuck Jay... "You whine into her mouth as she attempts to steer you both up the stairs, and towards your bedroom. You both hit multiple walls and doorframes before finally making it to the bed. Julien pushes you down onto the bed before climbing on top of you, unclasping your bra.

She bites and sucks her way down your chest roughly taking one of your nipples in her mouth. You arch off of the bed, crying out her name and raking your fingers down her back. She runs her hands down your body pulling your lacy underwear off and tossing them somewhere behind her.

"God, You have no idea what you do to me.... " Julien groans into your breast biting a hickey onto it. You gasp at the sudden pain that mixes with the pleasure she's already flooding you with. She flips you both so that you're now on top of her, she starts guiding your body closer and closer to her mouth.

"Okay okay wait!" You say suddenly filling with anxiety. The two of you had done this a few times with Julien being the one riding your face, seeing as she weighed less than you. Julien immediately froze what she was doing, her hands resting on your knees.

"Are you okay, Baby? What is it?" Julien asked in a soothing voice, rubbing gentle circles on your legs.

"If we do this, I need you to be completely honest if you can't breathe okay." Julien sighs, rolling her eyes.

"No hey i'm being serious! I weigh more than you do and I don't want to hurt you!" You say forcing her to look you in the eyes.

"Baby, I love you, You know how much I love you. And how much I love your body... I want to fucking suffocate between your thighs." Julien said squeezing your thighs for emphasis.

"If it gets to be too much two taps okay." You say still not letting this drop.

"Yes ma'am." Julien sighed, before pushing you forward again. You got to where you were hovering right over her face, a leg on either side of her head.

"Oh my god!" Julien laughed, forcing you down onto her face, her tongue instantly finding your clit and playing with it before making her way to your entrance. Once her tongue was keeping a steady rhythm in and out of you, she pushes your hips forward so that her nose is pressing into your clit.

"Ohhh fuck Jay, shit baby!" You cry out, tangling your hands into her hair. You arch your back even more when Julien pulls you even tighter against her face, she forces your hips into a rocking motion. She's eating you out like this is her last meal, and you can feel the knots in your stomach tighten. You feel her moan against you, the vibrations finally doing you in as you start to cum. You try to pull away from her so she doesn't almost drown... again, but she forces you to ride the orgasm out on her face. She's licking and sucking and even nibbling your clit, causing the aftershocks to elevate into you cuming again. Julien just keeps licking and sucking until you think you might pass out.

"Jay, Babe, Please, I can't breathe." You say, realizing only now that you are crying from how intense the pleasure was. Julien finally releases your thighs and helps you move down her body so you're resting hips to hips. You look down at her face once you can actually focus on her, noticing how soaked her face is. The blood immediately rushes into your cheeks, Julien licks her lips with a very satisfied smirk.

"Did I-" You start to say, but Julien cuts you off. "You just squirted, and it was probably the hottest thing ever. Honestly of all the times i've almost drown gotta say, I really do prefer to drown between your legs." She finished reaching up and biting your shoulder, causing you to finally relax and giggle. She pulled you down to lay flat against her, kissing all over your face.

"You" kiss "Are" kiss "so" kiss "fucking" kiss "perfect" kiss. You move so you're both laying against the pillows, wrapping your legs around her waist.

Julien goes to lay on your chest, and looks uncomfortable. She leans back up and pulls the cowboy hat out from under her, making a face before laying back on your chest. You wrap your arms around her, whispering into her hair how much you love her. You feel her smile into your breasts, playfully biting before pressing a kiss with a mumbled I love you more.

After about 10 minutes of you thinking she's asleep, you feel her blow a raspberry into your sternum causing you to laugh obnoxiously loud.

"I feel like we should order takeout." She yawned.

- i want her so bad y'all, also this accidentally happened.

#julien baker smut #julien baker #julien baker x reader #boygenuis #lucy dacus #phoebe bridgers

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v-love · 10 months ago

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The Name “Coryo”

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader, platonic Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader, brief appearance by Tigress.

Warnings: a bit of angst, brief violence, drinking. other than that, fluff. snow is kinda ooc in this, but we all have some guilty pleasures.

Summary: You, Sejanus, and Coriolanus have been friends for many years and throughout the years, you’ve grown to have a longing for Coriolanus. an eventful party causes everything (including your feelings) to be unraveled for both you and Coriolanus to see.

Word Count: 1353

DRABBLE

Requests: Open!

The story continues from the teaser bellow the cut.

the cool breeze brushes your skin gently, sending a soft chill down your spine while reminding you that winter is soon to come. you wait patiently for sejanus to show up as he told you he would, the students of the academy filtering out of the building. the sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump, spinning quickly to see who made the noise. the sweet sejanus you had been waiting for was smiling down at you with his best friend coriolanus at his side.

it took you a second to process that sejanus was speaking to you, your eyes staring at coriolanus before shifting to sejanus. “i’m sorry, what were you saying? i’m in my own head lately.” you say, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Coriolanus didn’t let you know that your staring amused him, choosing to keep his collected demeanor.

now, Sejanus wasn’t stupid. he was your friend as much as he was Coriolanus’, he knew about your attraction to his best friend and if he was being honest, it was entertaining. to his surprise, Coriolanus speaks before he has the chance to. “he said he was inviting you to a party of sorts his family is throwing. we all are invited, i would like you to come with me as my date." Coriolanus says, his voice capturing your attention immediately with his pretty tone.

you were surprised, after all the years you and him had been friends, he had never asked you to be a plus one by him. “i would love to go with you, when is it?” sejanus then hands you a small card in response, one of many you were going to see today being given. “everything’s on there.” sejanus’ familiar eye scrunch being there as he smiled at you. as you looked at the card for the information, you missed how sejanus bumps coriolanus gently on the side, trying to get him to say more.

Coriolanus shoots him a pointed look, not wanting to out the fact that he too was attracted to you. Sejanus rolls his eyes at him a little and just then you look back up, both boys shifting to look at you. “do you want to match?” Coriolanus says quickly, not thinking about a different way to make it sound more appealing. you stare up at him before nodding, a soft blush blooming on your cheeks. “sure, we can match. i didn’t know you liked doing stuff like that.” you say, a smile softly gracing your lips.

he thought he would melt right there if it wasn’t for sejanus speaking up about how he loved the idea of matching with someone. just then, they all hear his mother calling for him from the backseat of their car. Sejanus blushed and bid his farewells as he got into the car, leaving you and Coriolanus alone.

“why do you always call me Coriolanus?” he asks after a beat of silence, looking over at you. you were surprised by the question and looked back at him. “i didn’t know you wanted me to call you anything else.” you responded, your eyes big and wide with curiosity. “well, i want you to call me Coryo.” he says, looking down at you from his nose. you only nod and watch as your ride pulls up to the sidewalk as it always did. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask him, the driver opening the car door for you. “you’ll see me tomorrow.” Coriolanus responds and watches you get in the car, your gaze meeting his.

“i’ll miss you until then, Coryo.” your tone was shy as you spoke, giving him a soft wave as the driver closed the door. he watches as the car drove off into the distance with a warm feeling in his chest. “she’ll be mine.” Coriolanus let the words sink into his mind.

“she will be mine.”

the day of the party came and you were being fixed up. “there’s no way he asked for all these to be done to me.” you mumble as you look at how exquisite you looked. Tigress giggles a bit as she curls your hair. “he didn’t, i did.” she says, ignoring your small protests. her fingers worked quickly to finish you up, the dress sliding on perfectly. “you’re stunning.” she muses, nodding a bit to herself as she circles around you.

later Coriolanus knocks on the door, asking if you were ready to go. as you step out of the room, you watch as his mouth slightly drops. he always knew you were beautiful, but this felt different. he took your hand and led you downstairs to join everyone else.

you all made it to the party, everyone and their mothers actually being there. you and Coriolanus hold each other’s hand as you both walk through the place. Sejanus was quick to greet you both before being swept away to greet others. “care to dance?” Coriolanus leans down and murmurs in your ear.

you agree instantly, wanting to avoid the dumb questions people had about your life. his hands gently guide you and you both dance together. “you look beautiful..” he comments, looking down at you. you smile a bit. “you look dashing yourself.” you say, your lips curling more as you see a tinge of blush adoring his cheeks.

“Tigress truly outdid herself.” Coryo says as he eyes sweep over your form. you felt shy as you looked up at him. “my eyes are uphere.” you say, giggling softly as his eyes dart to yours. “i can’t admire you a little longer?” he asks, a charming smile now on his face.

you shake your head and laugh a bit. “no, not even a little longer.” his hands tighten their hold on you as you dance, keeping you safe almost. “alright then, my lady.” he says with a dumb, regal accent. Coryo was different tonight, he didn’t care about whether or not anyone was watching to see if his cool facade would slips. he was simply enjoying the time dancing with you.

“i have something to tell you.” he says, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “promise me you’ll stay by my side no matter what i tell you…” he says to you quietly. “of course, you’re one of my best friends…” i respond, wanting to say more but letting him continue. you watch as his muscles tense a bit. “im running for president as soon as i can.” he says, watching your reaction.

“president..?” i repeat, looking up at him. “Coryo, that’s really big…” i say, looking a bit worried. “im going to support you no matter what, but i have to remind you of how cruel the Capital is already…i don’t want you involved in this like that..” you say, expressing your concern. Coryo’s hands cup your cheeks. “im sure you’ll change your mind when i say that i want you to be my First Lady.” he gently caresses your cheek as he speaks.

you stare up at him, speechless. “Sejanus is going to be my treasurer…at least i wish him to be.” Coryo speaks again, looking into your eyes. you blush softly and look away. “you want me to marry you.” i state and see him nod a bit. “yes, i do…” he confesses, all the years of that tension between you both breaking.

you reach up and kiss his lips gently, feeling him tense once more before his hands hold you closer. it was a quick kiss, but it sealed your fates. you were devoted to him, he was devoted to you. “you’re my equal.” he says to you, smiling a bit. “we can and will rule Panem.” he says and watches you nod. you kiss his lips again and the night couldn't have ended any better than it did today.

you were his equal. you were his partner. you were his First Lady, although that was to be determined by the public. you were his everything. Coriolanus was ready to go into University with you by his side, already figuring out how to start building up his reputation.

Author’s Note: hey everyone!! i’m so sorry for all the delays, storms were happening and it was hectic. i am planning on making this a series, so i’ll be working on part 2 very soon!!

Let me know your thoughts in my asks or comments!!

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#v love #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow #fanfic #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus snow fanfiction #v-love The Name Coryo #The Name Coryo #v-love TNC

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lnfours · 10 months ago

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idk if im late or not for the snow day req 🤧 can i req this with lando? tysm 🧡

all too well - bad breakup, you lost your self-esteem, why not you? "i can still remember it like it was yesterday"

IM BACK! my semester started the other day and i’ve been busy as fuck but don’t worry we’re cleaning out the inbox today!

anon, i hope you enjoy this! i’m so sorry it took so long 🥲 i had to include a fluff ending bc im too much of a hopeless romantic

cleaning out my inbox

the house was empty, quieter than normal as you sat on the couch. the ran pattered against the roof, droplets dripping down the glass that mirrored the tears on your cheeks.

it had been a few months since you broke up. his busy schedule and yours intermingling only causing more harm than good. you felt like you never got to see him, and when he was home you were always busy. obviously you knew what you were getting into with his profession, under the impression that you both could make it work.

but after six months of trial and error, you both decided that despite the overwhelming amount of love you had for each other. there was no one else who could compare to him. there was no better feeling then the love you had for each other.

your friends had all played the classic ‘boys suck’ and ‘find someone knew’ cards when in reality it took all of you not to book the first flight to whichever city he was in that week and get wrapped up in him all over again. to breathe in the smell of his cologne and laundry detergent, the smell that felt like home.

your thoughts were interrupted with a knock on the door. you wiped your tears quickly, glancing down at the time on your phone and wondering who was paying you a visit this late in the evening. especially unannounced.

you unlocked the door and opened it to reveal the man who had infiltrated your thoughts for the past three months. gorgeous green eyes meet yours, brown curls stuck to his forehead because of the rain. backpack resting on his shoulders as a small carry on luggage sat beside him. he wasn’t really sure what urged him to tell the uber driver to drop him off at your doorstep instead of his own place, but he was glad he did the moment your eyes met.

“sorry,” he mumbled softly, awkwardly shifting after taking in the silence between you, “i should’ve texted.”

you shook your head, opening the door for him to seek shelter from the rain, “it’s okay, come in.”

he did as you told him to, leaving his bags and shoes by the door as you made your way into the kitchen. he shrugged off his hood, running a hand through the wet curls as you reached up on your tippy toes for a mug, “want some tea? it’ll warm you up,”

“teas good,” he nodded, sending you a soft smile, “thanks.”

you turned the stove on, fire igniting under the kettle, turning to face him on the opposite side of the island.

“why’re you-?”

“were you-“

you both started at the same time, exchanging a slight chuckle before he shook his head, “you first, your questions probably more important than what i was gonna ask.”

you nodded, licking your lips, “i was just gonna ask why you’re here,” you said, immediately rambling after, “- not that i mind, i did say my door was always open if you needed something but…”

you trailed off and he nodded, swallowing thickly, “i don’t really know, to be honest,” he said, suddenly more interested in his fingers as he broke eye contact, “i’ve been thinking about you and what happened between us over the past few months and i,” he took a deep breath, “i missed you.”

you bit down on your lower lip, “lando-“

“i know, i know,” he said, finally looking up to meet your eyes again, “i should’ve probably texted, and i had this entire speech rehearsed in the car from the airport but when i saw you, it all kind of just went out the window. i can go if you want me to-“

“no,” you cut him off, “no, i don’t want you to go.”

he nodded, “i just felt like telling you i still loved you in person was a better idea rather than telling you over the phone.”

you heart stopped, jumping up to your throat. you didn’t know what to say, you hadn’t really thought about what you’d say if he ever came back. you just assumed he had moved on and forgot everything about you, just like every other man had.

but he wasn’t like those guys. that being the key reason you fell in love with him to begin with.

“and i’m sorry for being so shitty,” he said, “for not being the perfect boyfriend to you. i know it’s a slim chance, but if you’re willing to work it out, so am i. i want everything life has to offer with you.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, “i’m sorry, too,” you breathed out, “i wasn’t totally understanding about your career and how hectic it was. if im being honest, i never stopped loving you. even when you were gone, i couldn’t keep my mind off of you.”

he approached you now, coming to stand in front of you. you smiled gently up at him as he spoke, “a complete redo, for the both of us, a clean slate - if that’s okay with you?”

you nodded, “very much so, yeah.”

he smiled down at you, his arms winding around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. he hugged you tightly against his body, the smell of his cologne filling your senses. the smell of him; home.

the tea kettle whistling pulled you apart, you reaching to turn to the stove off as you grabbed the kettle. he watched you with love filled eyes as you made the tea, holding his mug out to him with a smile when you prepared it to his liking.

you remembered.

“so,” you said, smiling over the rim of the mug, “tell me everything i missed.”

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17-fastest-lap · 1 month ago

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Max haters at it again, apparently the cult has risen from the dead, now they're complaining how Lando is only rude and passive aggressive towards Lewis and not Max and they can't wait for the day Lando behaves like that towards Max because in their deluded brains Max is going to be aggressive...there is so much wrong, misleading information, invented personalities and unbelievable detachment from reality with these people.

First of all, Lando has been passive aggressive towards Max, even downright rude on some occasions, just because you don't care about it, just because it doesn't fit your narrative, doesn't mean it didn't happen, Lando has history of being passive aggressive with other drivers, Max, Charles, George for example, besides Lewis, but I guess he was heart eyes beloved when he behaved like that towards others, especially towards Max, until he opened his mouth about Lewis, now he's off the list for a while, no worries, he'll be back on Max's case and you'll go back to go, Lando, defeat the evil! 😉

Second, no idea where you got the image, besides inventing it in your sick brain, that Max is this aggressive, will punch you in the face person. Max, takes his friend on his private plane even after said friend mocked him, defends said friend and the other drivers, including Lewis, mind you, against the media, every single person who has met him or has worked with him has had nothing but good things to say about him, how he's direct and honest, but such a giving and warm person, all the drivers, yes, including Pierre, Alex, Esteban, Lance and Lewis, even the tps, had been on his side and defended him after Austria, mind you both Stella and Brown have gone 180 on their stance on Max literally the next race weekend, and after the FiA targeting, that Max?

Just say you are easily manipulated and blindly believe the media and move on.

#max verstappen #and the mental gymnastics max haters do

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piglet26 · 11 months ago

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Reylo Scenes: TLJ

Rian Johnson gets loud vocal dislike for trying to make part 2 to JJ Adams film and his treatment of Luke Skywalker. Now I'm going to be honest..... Star Wars fans complain. That's part of the passion of it all. I guess. One area that he did succeed in was Reylo. He dealt with it with complete mastery. His invention of the forceskype or forcetime which allowed the protagonist and antagonist to actually talk was genius.

To add, I read the novelization which does expand on the story overall and it's great to read. There are comics as well. All which expand on the story.

Rian Johnson also is due a thank you for this moment.

We'll call this no-more-daddies-Ren. That face should not be covered up.

Romance has always been apart of Star Wars. Yet, in the sequel trilogy there was this hyper paranoia of anything feminine and so anyone who sensed a romance happening I guess was just an unhealthy fool.

From a pure storytelling stand point, the dynamic between the hero and the villain is genuinely interesting. The fact that they are Ying Yang, alike but different, bonded yet on opposing sides and they attracted to one another only adds to the drama. It's the richest dynamic of the sequel trilogy.

So to all the Reylo haters

In the first forcetime scene the rules of the forcetime get established. Rey can't hurt him physically (yet) and Ren can't jedi mind trick her.

The production team continued to show their balance yet opposition. When Rey wakes up the warm sunlight is on her face and her smooth cheek. In Ren's scene the light on his cheek is mechanical and the skin is scarred. Rey is surrounded by nature. Ren is surrounded by technology. They both have a childlike innocence to them. Something is happening to them that had never happened before. Something unique even amongst force users. Ren is curious. Rey is just pissed off.

Ren is a man who feels very let down/betrayed by everyone in his life so by the time we meet him in The Force Awakens he doesn't want or need anybody. Within his comic Ben Solo is described as someone that everyone, including his peers, watched for signs of darkness. He's a bitter, hurt and jaded young man.

Rey is the denial queen. She has a childlike way of thinking that is purely optimistic. She latches onto people very quickly Finn, Han Solo, Chewie, Leia, Luke on and on. She understand the stories of the resistance, Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader, but doesn't understand any of the complexities. She's a very 'this is the truth as I know it so it must be the truth' kind of person.

When we arrive at the second Forcetime.

Rey overlooking the ocean. Ren overlooking the first order. Ren begins hearing the ocean waves. Rey begins to hear the snap of electricity. Ren sensing her turns and Rey, sensing him, adjusts and there they are.

Rey, understand that she can't physically act out her anger against, verbalizes it. She's angry, but she wants the anger to be simple and it's not. He is tied to her in a way in some way.

What's interesting is Ren is very open to her in wondering why the force is connecting them. In the book Rey describes his eyes as hungry. Also, Ren wants to be understood by her. He uses this moment to reach her and get someone to understand a portion of how he became the man he is. The audience sees him approach her, get into her space, challenging her emotionally, physically and her ideas about him.

"ah, you do" if it's possible to verbally create a orgasm....Adam driver accomplished it for women. It doesn't hurt that these two seem to always be eye fucking each other. The intensity in which they lock onto each other and don't pay much around them any mind. The actors writers dream of.

The scenes serves a purpose though. Kylo is once again shift from simple bad guy to complicated bad guy/human being. She doesn't know everything. In the mix of all of this is her experience with Luke. She disillusioned and she's disappointed with Luke. Her experience is shifting her to understand Kylo's position more.

Which leads to their third forceskype aka shirtless Ben

Rey, girl, you're not asexual. It's the first where we see she does have a reaction to him physically. She opens herself to understanding. She wants to know if he had a good reason for killing his father. She also expresses her jealousy of him. He has a family, he had a father who loved him. She would give anything for that. Kylo is also expressing his pain and how relates to her. They both feel abandoned by their parents. Kylo wasn't abandoned in the way Rey was, but he feels abandoned. Kylo looks at Rey like 'hey you don't see the similarities between us?". You also being to understand Kylo Ren's need to embrace the dark side because everyone on the light side failed him.

Part of her journey in The Last Jedi is about embracing her womanhood. After the force bond with the shirtless Kylo Ren. She goes to the dark sided vagina cave. She jumps in and when she emerges her childhood hair buns are gone. Rey enters in this vision and looks for answers as to who/where her parents are. Nothing is revealed to her. She didn't find the answers she was looking for and the hope that she will find them goes out of her. In this moment she's desperately lonely. Here our hero spiritually seeks out through the force bond the one individual she feels will relate to her, our villain.

Why do people call this scene "The Finger Touch Love Scene"

Cause the level of intimacy these characters reach without many words and without being lewd. Rian Johnson, bravo!

The way Kylo Ren is just present, reassuring and nurturing as Rey relays her trip into the dark cave. This is a moment where he could stoke her negative emotions to the dark side. He doesn't though. He's completely emotionally present for her. Kylo Ren sits within his ship in a area that's lit with a soft blue light as he reaches towards her he's in the warm of the firelight. Now he is physically present for her.

Rey is completely raw. She's allowing herself to be seen emotionally naked. This is the first scene where she gives him something with free will. She gives him union.

She reaches out from underneath the blanket. He takes his glove off and they slowly, innocently, reach for each other. The eye contact they maintain as the force theme begins, we as the audience understand something profound is happening. Within them, in this moment, there is a balance in the force.

They both have a vision of one another. Ren sees her past. Rey sees a glimpse of his future. This is the moment for Reylo, they both said to themselves "we're never letting this go". Rian Johnson confirmed it's from this moment that Ren decides to kill Snoke because that's the only way to protect Rey from him. Rey shift her belief system to complete Team Ben. She doesn't have a plan when she goes to meet Ben within the First Order. She just has complete faith in him that when the moment matters he'll stand by her.

We arrive at the elevator scene and just prior when she arrive onboard the supreme in a coffin from the Falcon that has his calligraphy on it. It's their first interaction after that intense force bond.

She expresses her faith in him and the possibility of a future. This is the first scene where she walks up on him. She wants that closeness and connection now. He's closed off we come to understand later, he's become he's protecting his mind from Snoke understanding his true intentions. They both express what they saw in their vision and conviction that one will join the other. It's canon that in this moment Kylo Ren wanted to kiss Rey.

Snoke - It's not his story. Kylo Ren looked like a badass killing him. That's all we needed you for boo. However, I did enjoy the internal dialogue of Snoke that the novelization affords. Through the force Snoke can feel Kylo Ren's need for approval which is something that frustrates him. He can feel his conflicted nature for Rey and for the light. He can feel his pain and confusion when Snoke says he bridged their minds (he didn't). That was enlightening.

My favorite moment is right after Kylo kills Snoke and Rey and Kylo looks at each like

"You with me?"

"Yeah, I'm with you"

And they turn to face the pretorian guards. They are with each other, but they do have a misunderstanding on what that means.

The fight scene is great and beautiful. Kylo Ren is a supportive partner to her and she to him. Kylo support her body with his and he takes on the majority of the Pretorian guards. He has a moment when he checks in on her, she get's hurt, he's upset and scared but then centers himself. When he's in trouble she supports him. It's described in the novel that they can feel each other's emotions through the force.

(Couldn't find the gif of her getting cut)

#star wars #ben solo #reylo #finnrey #rey skywalker #rey star wars #kylo ren #kylo x rey #ben solo deserved better #ben solo x rey #ben solo lives #rey

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mcl4r3n · 1 year ago

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heyyy, first of all, i just wanna say that i absolutely adore your fics and i wanna thank you for all the amazing works you’ve put up on the internet <3 second, may i ask for 29 dando? (fun fact: your fics got both me and my gf into dando) thank you and i hope you’re having a great day <3

Wait wait wait this is so. THIS IS SO VERY. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 oh my god. You have NO IDEA how much of an honor it is that not just you but also your girlfriend got into Dando because of something I wrote? I will CRY on YOU BOTH. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 thank you so so much for your kind words. I hope this (not so little) drabble is an adequate amount of a gift to express my gratitude for this ask 🥹🫶🩷

29 Dando “I never thought you could make such sweet noises.” - “Me neither…”

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Between him and Daniel, Lando knows that there have been an entire orchestra's range of sounds that have left both their mouths.

He's well aware of his own high-pitched laughter when he loses control over his giggles; he's memorized the exact cadence of Daniel's loud guffaws. Hell, they're immortalized everywhere, including F1's official YouTube account where have compilations of pressers and "funniest moments."

He knows what they both sound like when they're happy, when they're angry, when they're gossiping under their breaths while some host prepares them for yet another one of those ridiculous drivers' entrances.

But Lando has absolutely no idea where the hell the sounds he just made came from. That is, the sounds that he makes when Daniel enters him for the very first time.

It should be mortifying. Daniel's so much more experienced at sleeping with men than he is, and by that, Lando means that Daniel is his first guy, and no amount of gay porn and heavy rutting and training his asshole with a metal butt plug could have prepared Lando for the overwhelming, full-body consumption that is feeling Daniel Ricciardo slide his dick into him and settle against his hips.

He's panting into Daniel's hair, his temple, his fingers clutched so tight against Daniel's deltoids that he wouldn't be surprised if he left finger-shaped bruises there later. It almost hurts, but it really only just skates the surface of it.

Everything else is a stretch, and he tries to see how he feels clenching around Daniel's girth, but that proves to be detrimental to Daniel's health, and subsequently, Lando's, too, because it makes Daniel's hips, which he was doing his best to hold in place while Lando adjusted to him, stutter and fuck into him like it's a reflex, and oh, oh fuck, that's good.

Lando honest-to-god mewls, his thighs spasming around Daniel's hips, his back arching, pleasure jolting electric through him better than any adrenaline rush from the lights going on out on the grid.

"M-move, Danny," is all Lando can manage before Daniel is pulling out halfway, and then slamming full force back into him.

Lando loses all sense of time, all sense of coherence. He learns, in such few, frantic minutes, the absolute batshit joy of having a hard cock pressing against his prostate, and Daniel learns the absolute batshit joy of anal with someone who has never done anal before.

Their kisses feel less like kisses and more like shared breathing, panting against each other's mouths while they make all the noise they want because Lando has thick walls and neither of them have a race to drive at for the next three weekends.

Lando is crying now, he can feel it, consumed by the push of Daniel's body into his, consumed with the need to take Daniel in completely, to not give him any more space than necessary to just come back and fuck into him. He catches snatches of Daniel's litany of words, dirty and desperate.

He calls Lando "baby" and that shouldn't feel nearly as good as it does, to be held like this, equally like a precious doll and a free-use whore.

Sweat falls from Daniel's forehead to Lando's lips and even that, Lando goes crazy for. Daniel's working up a sweat because of him. Daniel's losing control because of him. Daniel's going to come because of him.

Lando's hearing goes out when he feels Daniel's calloused hand wrap around his dick and jerk him off. He comes after a few strokes, and he feels the mess between them, feels the coolness that touches the skin of his back because his spine has curved concave against his mattress.

He wraps his legs around Daniel's waist and refuses to let him pull out, so Daniel braces himself over Lando with both his elbows on either side of Lando's head and pushes in hard, and finishes inside him.

The comedown is slow, syrupy in the summer afternoon. Daniel flops on top of him, breathless, panting.

“I never thought—" Daniel starts before cutting off to take a breath."—you could make such sweet noises.”

"Me neither…” Lando's tongue feels too large for his mouth. He might actually be dickmatized.

"Dickmatized?" Daniel laughs, sounding like he just ran a sprint but is too busy laughing to take a proper inhale.

"I wasn't supposed to say that out loud," Lando says, closing his eyes and shoving his hand in Daniel's face to shut him up.

"Baby, if that is what you always sound like in bed, I want you to say every single thought and make every single sound you wanna make, got it?"

Lando has to suppress his eye-roll at his ex-teammate, though "boyfriend" would be the more appropriate title.

His face is burning, though. He figures that's enough of a reply for Danny at the moment.

#dando #dr3 #ln4 #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #asks #moss.txt #f1 rpf #prompts #prompt fill #ns*w #smut prompts #my fic

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puckishpal · 5 months ago

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Putting my writing hat back in the ring!

I went on a hiatus from my writing for nearly a year. But I am finally in a place where I feel comfortable enough to write again! I have many incomplete projects that I still feel passion for, so hopefully I can start posting them soon.

What's to come? None of them have official titles yet, but here is a current word count for them and a small sneak peak of (nearly) each fic! Below will be Danganronpa and The Owl House (including my Human AU). I also have Naruto fanfic ideas, however those have yet been started.

Link to my AO3

Danganronpa

Stardew Valley inspired, Farmer Taka centric - Total words so far: 4.8k

“I’m kind of, like, clairvoyant.” the man shrugged, though Taka highly doubted the statement. “I had a feeling your fate was intertwined with mine the moment you stepped on the bus, dude! I’m Yasuhiro Hagakure, but since we’re going to be neighbors you can call me Hiro. Pleasure, my guy!”

The driver- Hiro, as they had just been introduced, stuck out a hand towards Taka, his eyes were still glued on the road. Taka took it firmly, a smile on his face. “It is lovely to meet your acquaintance, Hiro. My name is Kiyotaka Ishi–” he hesitated, mouth left open like a fish and hand gripping a bit tighter on the other. “Ishido. However, you may refer to me as Kiyotaka.”

“Right on.” Hiro took his hand back, not questioning Taka’s momentary panic. “We should be pulling up to the bus stop soon. I can show you where the mayor is and he’ll take it from there. Chill dude, but real stern.”

Leon and Mondo centric - Is Kiyotaka Ishimaru cheating on Mondo?! - Total words so far: will be rewritten, so no sneak peak for this one!

Single Father Taka centric - Ishimondo - Total words so far: 11.7k

“Hold the fuck up,” Fuyuhiko paced the living room along side Taka, hands behind his back and eyes staring at the ground. “so you’re saying you had sex with some random bitch when you were out doing what- the fuck- ever, and now you have a Goddamn baby?”

“Yes, Kuzuryu. That is quite literally what I told you, disregarding your distasteful words.”

“Now’s not the time to be smart with me, Ishimaru. There’s a baby in your house, and its mother is nowhere to be found. What are you going to do with it?”

Taka huffed and bit his lip, picking at his fingernails. He was making his cuticles bleed, but he could hardly put in the effort to care, “I would appreciate it if you stopped calling her an ‘it’.”

“Ishimaru!” Fuyuhiko stopped his pacing to grab the front of Taka’s shirt, making him look down at the short man, “Stop harping at me! What are you going to do with the Goddamn baby?!”

The Owl House

He's a Bit of a Fixer Upper inspired, Huntlow - Total words so far: 1.1k

“No,” Amity crossed her arms, “I’m being honest. Hunter,” her voice got lower, as if trying to keep what she’s about to say a secret, “uses the bathroom in the woods, Willow. Isn’t that gross to you?”

Willow frowned and shifted her eyes towards Vee, as if trying to think about a situation that Amity might know that from. When realization hit her, her eyes creased amusingly, “Amity, all boys pee in the woods. Gus does it all the time, too. I’m pretty sure they’ve gone together before.”

“I used to, too!” Luz announced as she came back, having heard Willow in the hallway, “When you gotta go, you gotta go!”

Luz sat back down next to Amity, who wanted to gag, “You can’t be serious, that’s so disgusting.”

Her girlfriend wrapped an arm around Amity’s shoulder, “I don’t do it anymore, but there’s nothing wrong with Hunter peeing in the woods.”

“Can we stop saying the word pee, please?!”

My human AU

How Lumity got together, once upon a time - Total words so far: 1.4k

Luz, the ever perfect tattoo apprentice to Eda Clawthorne, a well known (famous, Luz always says, even if it might be infamously so based on her rather anarchist personality) artist all across the coastal county, agreed to watching the Clawthorne-Whispers family dog today so that they could have a grand ol’ time at the carnival.

“I’ll go the second day.” Luz had said, waving off Eda’s question on if Luz would be able to make it. “No big deal! It’ll still be there!”

Well, yes, the carnival will still be there. But Amity would not be.

“Vee.” Luz whined, sitting up on her knees and interlocking her own fingers together to plead with her twin. Vee sighed and put a hand on her hip, cocking her knee out to watch the groveling comfortably. “It’s for love.”

“What about my lovelife?” Vee argued, raising an eyebrow with challenge. “You think Masha’s going to give me another shot if I blow this off a third time?”

The previously teased birthday celebration for Hunter - Total words so far: 2.7k

“Steve sounds cool.” Willow commented, letting Hunter know that she was there, and she was listening to him.

“He was.” Hunter agreed. “I hadn’t seen him in years. I think he moved back home, I don’t know.”

“Have you tried to reach back out?” Willow asked, suppressing the yawn that wanted to leave her mouth. She didn’t want him to see that she was tired, not yet. “What’s his last name? Maybe he has a Facebook.”

Hunter stared at his bedsheets for a few moments, thinking so hard that Willow was sure that there was smoke coming out of his ears that weren't visible through the phone camera. “I… can’t recall.”

“Really?” Willow teased, a smirk spreading across her face, “but you remember everything.”

Hunter didn’t smile back, which felt like a weight on Willow’s stomach. Okay, so this wasn’t a good moment to mess with him. Maybe he was more vulnerable than she thought right now. She wished she could take it back, “I don’t remember a lot from back then.”

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Lei's Treasure Box of Memories

Description: A collection of drabbles (short snippets) from the memories of Lei (OC). These memories are ones she treasures from the times she spent with her friends in the slums (Ceres, Elise, and Vail). There are also a few more stories included as bonus stories -- one for each of her friends, which are just more cute memories she has with her friends.

Length: approx 7k words

[CERES]

Blooming wildflower I beg you, please tell me Why do people fight and hurt each other?

Hmmm? Was that Ceres’ voice singing softly? Lei’s ears barely picked up on the sound, but she had ears that were a little sharper than usual.

How cute, Lei thought and smiled to herself. She was standing just outside Ceres’ ambulance, which was parked right in the alleyway of Prism’s inner slum clinic. She waited until Ceres had finished the song before walking over to the passenger side and tapping on the window with her knuckles.

Ceres jumped slightly in the driver’s seat and whipped her head toward Lei’s direction.

“Delivery for Ceres~” Lei held up her lunch bag that she had kept cool in their lab’s fridge. It was most definitely not a good idea to store food with unfinished drugs and certain chemicals, but they tried to keep the things separated and contained the best they could. For some reason, Prism did not have a break room for their entire staff in this clinic so that they could appropriately store food for the sparse breaks they sometimes got. Although Lei had only worked for Prism before, she suspected all the corps were stingy about things like this.

Ceres visibly relaxed and then unlocked the door so that Lei could climb inside. Lei handed over the bag and sunk into the comfy seat. Actually, it wasn’t that comfy, it was just the first time in seven hours that she had been able to sit down.

“Long day so far?” Ceres asked. She held the bag in her hands without any question, which warmed Lei’s heart but also concerned her a little. Hopefully Ceres was not this trusting with other people.

Lei nodded before stretching out her neck. “Melissa had the great idea to comment on how unusually quiet today was, so of course, there was immediately a flood of people who came in with various wounds and medical needs. I even had a lab shift today but I spent my day picking shrapnel out of wounds and sewing up flesh again.”

She closed her eyes and rested her head on the headrest of the seat. “You can go ahead and start eating, I know you probably haven’t gotten a chance to eat yet either.”

“B-but this is your lunch.”

“Go on, Ceres. I made extra for you. I should warn you that I made them last night so they might be a little dry, but they should taste alright.”

Like a good girl, Ceres opened up the lunch container and revealed the small rice balls sitting inside. Lei wanted to make them bigger, but her hands are only so big. Ceres passed one of them to Lei, who took it and began to chew on auto-pilot. There was not one thought in Lei’s head as it was covered in the thick and heavy shroud of exhaustion.

“D-did you hear anything when you came in?” Ceres was asking. She was holding a rice ball in her hands, but there was only one small bite taken out of it.

“Hmmm?” Lei was chewing through her riceball, so she had to swallow before replying. She considered lying briefly, but she wanted to be honest with the ones she cared about. “Oh, you have a lovely singing voice, Ceres.”

Ceres’ cheeks immediately flushed a bright red, which was accentuated because of her pale skin. “Y-you w-weren’t supposed to h-hear that!”

“Aw, that’s too bad. With a voice like that, you could give the singers at Wondergo a run for their money~”

“D-don’t tease me…”

“I’m being honest.” And Lei really was. But seeing Ceres’ uncomfortable expression, she changed the subject.

“Are you free this weekend, Ceres?”

“F-free? Technically I have Saturday off, if there are no emergencies…”

“Meet me in the shopping district then. We’re going shopping.”

Ceres looked confused.

“Shopping is always more fun with someone else! I used to go with someone… But I can’t anymore.”

“W-well..”

“Please? Keep me company?” Lei didn’t like to beg. After all, she had learned that her mother absolutely hated any sort of fuss or weakness from Lei. But Lei felt comfortable enough around Ceres to show a side of vulnerability.

“O-okay, fine.”

Lei’s phone sounded with a notification and she saw it was one of the coworkers she actually spoke to, Leon. He informed her that they were about to get busy again and she had five minutes to come back.

“Tsk. Probably more of today’s bad luck rolling over.” With a heavy sigh, she gobbled down the rest of her riceball and then nabbed another for the short walk back. “I need to go back to work. Enjoy the rest for me, Ceres.”

“B-but-.”

“You can return the container to me when we meet up~” And then with a slam of the ambulance door, Lei was gone.

She and Leon took turns scolding Melissa for the rest of their shifts.

“Ceres, your shoes are so worn-out and dirty!” Lei exclaimed upon seeing Ceres that Saturday. Ceres was wearing her usual attire of a loose fitting shirt and pants under the Prism-issued doctor’s coat. But for some reason, her sneakers were especially well-used. Lei was surprised she hadn’t noticed before.

Ceres looked sheepishly toward the ground.

“Have you not had the time to replace them?”

“Mmm… y-yeah… s-something like that.” Ceres responded.

Lei shook her head. “Well, at least now we have our first order of business outlined.”

And then she promptly dragged Ceres into the nearest shoe store.

“What about these?” Lei pointed at a pair of heeled combat boots. “I notice you never wear anything other than running shoes.”

“They look nice…b-but…”

“But?”

Ceres looked at the shoes for a long time before shaking her head. “I don’t think they would suit me very well.”

“I disagree. You’re pretty, so you would look good in anything.”

Lei thought about it for a little longer. “But you’re right, heels aren’t good for someone who’s always driving. Something with a flatter sole would be better…. like this one!”

She pointed at an equally nice pair in almost the same shade as before. Lei noted they were very similar to a pair she herself owned, although hers were black with green laces. Likely these ones had a miniscule change so that the corp could now sell them as “new and improved”.

Ceres stared at the shoes for some time before shaking her head again.

“Oh come on, you can at least try them on, just to see. Please? For me?” Lei started rummaging through the boxes. “What’s your shoe size?”

“It’s six…”

There was luckily a box near the top of the pile, otherwise Lei was uncertain if her weak arm muscles would be able to pry one from the bottom.

“Here.” She opened the box, took the shoes out, and put them in front of Ceres’ feet.

With a bit more coaxing, she finally got Ceres to agree to try them on.

“How do they feel?” Lei asked.

“Weird…” Ceres was standing in them like she was a newly born lamb. Her legs shook when she tried to walk around.

“Well there is a bit of a height to them that might feel that way if you’re not used to them. These types of shoes are best after being broken in for a bit.”

Ceres shook her head. “I don’t think I would be able to wear them…”

They only walked out of that store with Ceres’ new running shoes.

Ceres was the same in the clothing store they visited.

“What do you think about this dress?” Lei held up a flowy emerald-coloured dress to her body and swished it about.

“It looks nice!”

Lei pouted. “You’ve said that for every piece of clothing I’ve shown you. I wish you’d be a little more honest. It’s hard enough to find clothing flattering for someone plain like me.”

“B-but I think you’re pretty….”

Lei simply shook her head and returned the dress to the rack.

“Well that’s enough for me. What about you, Ceres? What types of clothing do you like?”

“E-eh…” Ceres remained silent for what felt like a long time. “W-well… pretty dresses are nice and techwear is cool… but I don’t think I could wear them.”

“Why not?” Lei suspected she knew the answer, even if she had asked.

“Because I don’t suit them…”

Lei imagined what types of clothing would look nice on Ceres. A dress in white would look good on her and so would pastel purple to contrast her eyes, Lei thought. Then she imagined Ceres in techwear. It was a little more difficult, because Ceres had a sort of soft image in Lei’s mind, but anything was possible in the realm of fashion. As Gigi used to tell her, it was all about the confidence in rocking an outfit.

“That’s a lie. You would definitely be able to pull off either style.” Lei finally said.

Once again, Ceres shook her head.

With a sigh, Lei sifted through the racks in Ceres’ size. She held up a pretty dress with sunflower patterns to Ceres and nodded in approval. She also spotted a very long, baggy high-necked jacket with white accents that she could see Cere shyly hiding in. Additionally, it even had big pockets and sleeves that went past her hands. She could see Ceres wearing leggings or shorts with it, and it would look good with the running shoes Ceres always wore too.

Meanwhile, Ceres stared at Lei in confusion throughout the entire process.

Hmm… perhaps I could get something for her birthday, Lei thought. The little gears in her head began to turn.

“By the way, Ceres, what do you do in your free time?” Lei asked Ceres while they were in line for the bubble tea stall. Lei realized that if she didn’t ask, Ceres would never really talk about herself.

Ceres had an expression Lei couldn’t quite read, so she continued speaking.

“For example, I like to take very long, scented soaks until I’m pruny and wrinkled. And on my days off, I like to go grocery shopping to cook and check out new restaurants or bars. I used to dance when I was younger but that was a long, long time ago… I still keep up with my daily stretches though! What about you?”

“I-I used to like walking alone at nights in my neighbourhood…” Although Ceres’ voice was already soft by default, she sounded extra hesitant and quiet when she was saying this.

“You don’t do that anymore, right?” Lei furrowed her eyebrows in concern.

Ceres shook her head rapidly. “N-no, of course not!”

“Good,” Lei sighed in relief. “It’s not safe to do that here.”

“I know…” Ceres mumbled something that Lei couldn’t catch. This is what Lei assumed she heard, but she could not be entirely sure.

“Hmmm, what was that?” Lei tried to ask to be sure.

“It’s nothing.”

Lei didn’t have any more time to ask because then it was their turn to order.

“Ceres what are you ordering?”

“A matcha milk tea with pearls, please.”

“Oh, good choice~ That’s my usual order, too. But I’ll have the taro milk tea with red beans this time.”

The tired-looking bubble tea barista nodded and went off to make their drinks after they paid. Unfortunately, he was the only one at the stall so he had to work extra hard taking orders and making the drinks. Lei wondered how many hours his shifts were but something told her it might be better if she didn’t know.

“Do you always order matcha?” Lei asked Ceres.

“Yes, usually…”

"Have you ever had taro milk tea with red beans?"

Ceres shook her head. "Not that I remember."

Their drinks were ready, so Lei took her drink from the counter, stabbed it with practiced ease of ordering boba too much and tipped the straw to Ceres. "It's good to try something different here and there. Here, have a sip."

Ceres bent her head down to take the tiniest sip Lei had ever witnessed.

“How is it?”

“I-It’s good!”

With such a small sip, Lei wasn’t sure if Ceres had more than a drop of liquid, which also meant that no red beans had been eaten. But she wouldn’t push it.

Lei pointed back to the street they had just left. “Let’s go back to that clothing store from before. I liked the lingerie they had on display.”

Later, when Lei was heading home, she would realize that Ceres only mentioned a hobby that she did Uptown/Downtown. Ceres did not mention any of her current hobbies.

She must be too busy for them now. Lei justified. Or maybe she can’t do the things she likes anymore.

After all, the same was true of her. Lei used to enjoy spending time in parks and gardens during her youth as well. She really liked plants and the flowers they could grow with actual sunlight. But well, there was no way that she could do that now. But even with her justification, there was a sense of unease that weighed heavily on her.

She took a nice, long bath with the calming scent of lavender when she got home.

[ELISE]

It was one of her days off, which meant that Lei had to go grocery shopping. Apparently, slummers didn’t usually do any cooking, but Lei liked to. It made her feel healthier and more accomplished with her life.

She could have taken the train, but she thought she was due for some exercise, so she decided to walk to the shopping district and take the train on the way back. She would later find that this would be unfortunately a bad decision. Or perhaps not, considering the person she’d get to talk to.

There were some men shouting on the street as she was walking in the residential district so she looked for a chance to cross to the opposite street. But before she could, one of them came running toward her, knocking into her with his burly frame.

There was a brief sensation of falling before Lei found herself on the ground with broken glass digging into her palms. She didn’t wear gloves outside of work but looking at her bloodied and cut-up hands, she thought that might be something she should consider for the future.

“Fuck.” Lei tried not to swear often, so when the words slipped out of her mouth it always indicated something bad.

Well, at least she didn’t have any groceries in her hands that she dropped. At least.

Do I really have to go into the clinic on my day off for this? Lei dreaded. But then, she remembered that there was another clinic perhaps a 15 minute walk from here. So she got back up on her feet, thanking herself for choosing to wear pants today, and continued her walk.

Elise was at the front desk. It was strange that her clinic had very few workers, especially when it seemed that she got a decent amount of patients. Lei had to wait in line for a while before it was her turn.

“Sorry for the wait.” Elise said when she finally returned to the front desk.

“It’s no trouble at all. I understand.” Lei was able to relate as a fellow doctor. That’s when Elise finally looked up at her.

“You look familiar… but I don’t think you were a patient. Have we met before?” Elise furrowed her eyebrows.

“Yes, I’m Dr. Lani. I work at the Prism clinic. There was a patient you took in for us a few weeks ago and I was responsible for that transfer.”

“Oh, yes, I remember now.”

“Yes, thank you for all the work you did in saving that patient, Dr. El-”

“Just Elise is fine.”

“O-oh, alright.” Lei thought Elise should be treated with respect for all the good work she did, but she supposed it was more respectful to address someone by their chosen name. “Well then, thank you Elise.”

“No need to thank me, I’m a doctor. It’s my job to save lives.”

“Hmmm… you’re right about that.” Lei couldn’t help but smile. She was glad that there were still doctors out there who valued saving lives.

“Now what can I do for you today?”

Lei showed Elise her hands. “I would treat it myself, but unfortunately I’m physically unable to.”

Elise didn’t ask any questions, just simply nodded her head and began the careful work of picking out glass out of the cuts. Lei didn’t envy her. She found it a pain to meticulously pick anything out of flesh wounds.

But Elise was very efficient with her work. Much more efficient than Lei was. Lei hoped that was because of Elise’s natural talent and not because she was used to it. Lei knew it was probably a combination of the two, though.

“How much do I owe you?” Lei pulled out her credit chip, with a bit of difficulty since her hands were freshly bandaged and stung from the antiseptic.

Elise shook her head and smiled. “I don’t take fees from fellow doctors.”

Lei frowned. “I couldn’t possibly not pay for the treatment you just did.”

“It’s my code of honour not to take payment from doctors. Besides, you need your hands to do your work.”

“That’s true… I have to go in for work the day after tomorrow.” Lei sighed. “Well, I don’t want to leave this favour unpaid. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. I am a synthesis specialist, but I can do patient care at the basic level.”

Elise simply smiled.

“I’m being serious, Elise.” Lei frowned at Elise and tried to give her best “serious” face. Unfortunately Lei was not very threatening.

“Hmm… Well, there’s nothing now, but I’ll never refuse a gift~”

“Oh?” Lei tilted her head. “What type of gifts do you like?”

“That’s up to you.” Elise said simply.

“Elise, that’s not being very helpful right now.” Lei frowned once again.

She started headed toward the door. “If there’s nothing else, I have to check on my other patients.”

Lei sighed and got off the examination table. “Of course, thank you again. I’ll… come back with a gift at another time.”

“I’ll look forward to that then~”

Lei bought Elise some very high quality compression socks. Very good for long shifts standing on their feet, which she imagined both of them did as doctors. She didn’t know Elise’s size, but since they were both a similar height, she was able to estimate.

Thank you for your hard work in saving lives and taking care of people. But do make sure to take care of yourself as well. Lei

Ceres gave her a note from Elise a few days later.

Thank you for your gift, I appreciate the gesture. You take care of yourself too. But feel free to come back if you have any injuries. Elise

Lei smiled.

It's nice, she thought, to have someone else take care of me for a change...

[VAIL]

Lei didn’t know where those feelings started. As a doctor, it was important for her to remain impartial to all her patients to ensure everyone got equal treatment, but at some point in time, she started to look forward to seeing a particular one with pretty blue hair.

This is wrong, Lei told herself. I’m the worst and my license should be revoked.

But she simply tried to ignore her thoughts and forget them. What no one knows won’t hurt anyone… right?

She did her best. Like she always did.

She justified that it was due to a simple psychological phenomenon: Mere exposure effect. He came so often, once or twice a week, that it just became a constant in her life.

Fortunately, he did not always appear injured. What did concern her, though, were the things that he would frequently purchase when he was in the clinic.

“It’s concerning,” Lei told him once, “how often you buy sedatives.”

“Don’t worry about it. Most of them aren’t for me.” He replied simply.

When people say not to worry is when I worry the most, Lei thought. But she bit her tongue. Not because she didn’t care, but because it wasn’t her place to ask. But she would wonder, she always would.

Why do you need so many to use them on someone else? And even if you say they’re mostly not for you, that implies that you are using some of them. You must be aware that they’re highly addictive, right? Do you… have trouble sleeping?

“Alright,” she would say instead. “Each dose will induce sleep from anywhere between four to eleven hours. And they are 10k per dose.”

She followed her clinic’s protocol like the obedient little dog she was. Why did this world value money more than human lives?

Unfortunately, she didn’t think she would ever find the answer to that.

“There’s a new bar that opened.” He told her once when he was getting treatment, again.

“Oh?” Lei liked checking out new places. “What’s it called?”

“Feline Fine.”

“That’s a cute name.”

“It’s a cat-themed bar.”

“You like cats?”

Vail nodded.

“Me too.” Lei couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks for letting me know about it then. Maybe I’ll check it out on my day off tomorrow.”

“5PM?”

“Is that when they open? I guess I could go at that time.”

“See you there.”

Before Lei’s tired brain could fully comprehend their conversation, his treatment was finished and he was out the door with his weekly purchase of drugs.

When she was finally lying in bed that night, she finally processed the information. Wait… did he? No… I’m overthinking it.

Despite her better judgment, she went to check out that new bar at five o’ clock the next day. She wore one of her favourite dresses with sheer tights and had spent a little more time on her makeup than usual. Just a little, though.

The bar was located in the upper slums near the edge of the shopping district and Lei was not surprised to see that it actually opened at 3PM and stayed open until early in the morning. The logo was written in lowercase neon pink cursive letters and there was a stamp of a paw print. Overall it gave off a very cute and soft vibe.

There was a large glass window that allowed for people to see inside. Peering into the bar, Lei noticed that it was very busy, likely since it had newly opened. What stood out the most to her was that the servers were all dressed in butler or maid clothing and wearing cat ears and tails. Additionally, there were multiple robotic cats with different synthetic fur colours prowling about, much resembling Cillin, the one she owned. She wondered if they also vacuumed the place when customers weren’t there.

Well, I guess I should go in.

And then she proceeded to struggle with the heavy glass doors with her weak doctor arms for a bit of time before finally pushing them open wide enough for her to step inside. She glanced around to see if anyone had seen, but luckily the people nearby were clearly wasted already.

Shuffling past the people blocking the door, she scanned the main room and quickly found the one she was looking for sitting by the bar. Fortunately, there was a seat beside him, which she bee-lined for.

“Hello there~”

He looked up at her with his usual calm expression that gave nothing away. “Hey, Doc.”

“What drink do you have there?” Lei sat down and pointed to the clear dark amber liquid in the glass in front of him. There was no ice in the glass.

“Rockyroad. It’s my favourite.”

Rockyroad? Lei had to really think before she remembered it was an alcohol that was known to induce sleepiness after drinking large amounts of it.

“Don’t drink too much, it’s not good for your liver.” Lei couldn’t help but say.

“Don’t worry about me.”

Too late, I already worry about you, she thought, but she bit her tongue. After all, it wasn’t her place to say something like that. And, a doctor’s advice is only good when the patient is willing to abide by it.

“Enjoy in moderation, then.” She said, and turned her attention to the woman behind the bar. The bartender was dressed in a nice suit like the butlers and also donned a pair of cat ears. Lei noticed that some masculine-looking people were in maid outfits and some feminine-looking people were in suits.

“Bartender, one meow-jito please.”

“Right on it, ma’am.” The bartender said, and immediately began to mix the drink.

While Lei waited for her drink, one of the robotic cats padded her way on the bar counter, nimbly stepping past all the patrons’ drinks. To Lei’s delight, it was a fluffy colourpoint just like her Cillin. She stroked its synthetic fur when it sat in front of her and wondered if it was the same model.

“So… you like cats?” Lei turned her attention back to Vail when the bartender slid her the mojito.

Vail nodded. “One of my dreams is to get a real cat.”

“Really? Me too!” Lei spoke more excitedly than she had all week. “Not a lot of slummers think about things like having pets, since they’re so expensive and all… What made you want to get a cat?”

“They’re cute.” His attitude about it seemed like he was brushing off her question, but she justified it was just his personality.

“Hmm… can’t argue with that.” Lei smiled into her drink.

It was nice to talk about mundane things like this, especially when the majority of her conversations with other people involved technical work-related jargon or depressing information about patients. Something about Vail’s demeanor was pleasant and comforting. It was like he didn’t have a worry in the world, and it made her think that perhaps, she didn’t need to worry either.

On her second drink, a paw-loma, she felt tipsy enough to try her hand at more conversation.

“How did you find out about this bar?” She tried to maintain eye contact with him, which was a bit difficult since he seemed to always be looking at something else.

“I passed by it while they were still renovating during a run.”

“That’s right… you’re a runner.”

Lei wouldn’t usually have asked more. She did not want to stick her head where it didn’t belong, and usually the less you knew about these things, the better. But she had some alcohol in her blood now and she was curious about this guy she only saw in the clinic.

“What other interesting things have you seen on your runs?”

He returned his gaze to his drink. “All sorts of things.”

“Such as?” She tried to prod.

“Hmm… well I can’t tell you too much, but I once worked with this runner who made up nicknames for everyone including herself. And she kept using really complicated nonsense words. Like she said that we runners were “fighting against the eternal darkness that envelops this land as one of the few chosen arbiters of the night”.”

“I think I’ve learned about that sort of condition before. What was it called? Chuunibyou syndrome? It has something to do with having delusions. I’ve never actually met someone with it, so it’s interesting that you did.” But to be fair, Lei had scraped through her psychology courses so she wasn’t completely certain with this information.

“I don’t know about that.” Vail murmured, but Lei’s ears were able to pick it up.

She decided to change the subject. “What nickname did she give you?”

“Something like “Keeper of the Forbidden Hand”?”

“Hmmm… I wonder how she decided on that name for you?”

“Who knows? Maybe she was going off on a whim.”

Lei wondered what Vail's real name was. She had heard that runners went by pseudonyms. But even if she asked, he probably wouldn't tell her. It was probably safer that way for the both of them. She would be curious though. If nothing else, she hoped that he wouldn't call her Doc outside the clinic. That was her title and occupation, not her name.

“What was her own nickname?” She asked instead.

Vail had to think about it for a bit before he answered. "Keeper of Secrets?”

“Hmmm… what an interesting individual.”

“Yeah, and there was this other time I worked with a runner who pointed at a bomb and asked, ‘what’s this bomb-looking thing?’”

Lei couldn’t help but chuckle. “It seems like you run into a lot of… “interesting” runners. This one that you’re talking about now seems to lack critical thinking skills in particular. But you all pulled through, right?”

“Yeah, we managed.”

Perhaps it was the atmosphere of the bar, or the alcohol in her blood, or even Vail’s company, but time passed more quickly than Lei imagined.

Vail checked his phone and began to stand up. “Looks like I’ve got somewhere else to be.”

Lei stood up to leave with him. “I should go too. I think I’ve had enough to drink tonight.”

In her heeled boots, she realized that she could see the top of his head when they were both standing. This gave her an odd sense of satisfaction.

She also realized she was a bit drunker than she thought because she had a fierce urge to reach out and smooth out the messy locks of his hair. She kept her hands busy by putting on her rain jacket.

“Thanks for being my drinking buddy today.” Lei said as they walked out of the bar together. “It was nice to chat with you.”

“Let’s go out for drinks again sometime. Here’s my number.”

Well, ethics be damned, Lei thought. She was not going to turn down an opportunity to spend time with someone who actually wanted to spend more time with her. Whatever the reason may be.

“I’ll look forward to that, then.” She smiled at him, and to her surprise, he actually smiled back.

BONUS 1: Thank you for being born

Hmm… Lei looked at the clothes and shoes she was in the process of wrapping. She should probably give up and fold them neatly into a bag because wrapping them this way was not working.

Ceres’ birthday on April 1st was approaching and she had been planning and working on preparations for almost a month now.

Gifts? Check. Cake… cake? Oh no, she hadn’t ordered that yet. She then realized that she had never directly asked Ceres what her favourite cake flavour was. She would have to do that quickly.

LEI (03/26, 11:15PM): Out of curiousity, what type of cake is your favourite?

CERES (03/26, 11:26PM): Fruit cakes! Well… I guess mousse cakes now, since they’re easier to get here.

CERES (03/26, 11:27PM): Why?

LEI (03/26, 11:30PM): Just doing some market research. Thank you~

Lei hoped that Ceres would not suspect a thing. Even if she was being rather suspicious about her preparations.

They were both working the day of Ceres’ birthday. Well, Lei had a night shift that lasted until the morning and Ceres was technically always working.

So after her nap, Lei picked up the matcha and vanilla mousse cake she’d ordered and then texted Ceres.

LEI (04/01, 8:04PM): Help! I have an emergency! Can you come to my place?

CERES (04/01 8:06PM): On my way!

It wasn’t even five minutes later when Lei heard frantic knocking at her door. Ceres had definitely sped here.

“Lei? What’s wrong? Open the door!” Ceres’ usually soft voice was panicked and shrill.

Oops. Perhaps Lei had taken the surprise element a little too far.

Lei crept to the door quietly while holding the plated cake carefully. She flung the door open, to see Ceres’ golden eyes wide and concerned.

“Surprise? Happy Birthday!” Lei sheepishly smiled.

“Y-you… you gave me such a f-fright!” Ceres gasped.

“Sorry…” Lei had enough conscience to feel guilty. “But I couldn’t think of another way to get you here without being obvious about it… Sorry.”

Taking Ceres’ hand, Lei led Ceres into her apartment and had her sit at the table with a glass of water to calm down first. Then she fetched a knife from the kitchen and cut the cake, making sure to give Ceres a big piece.

“How long were you planning this?” Ceres asked, when she was handed her giant piece of cake with a fork.

“It’s been about a month now! But I’ve been thinking about it ever since I asked you when your birthday was.”

“That’s a long time…”

Lei had to swallow her bite of cake before she answered. “Not really… I wanted to invite Elise too, but unfortunately she was working… like always.”

Lei cleared her throat and changed the subject. “What did you usually do on your birthday back in Uptown/Downtown?”

“O-oh, um, t-the usual things… j-just cake with my family.”

Now that she was thinking about it, did Lei eat cake with her family? She might have in her very early childhood, and in later years her eldest brother would buy some for her, when he remembered. She also remembered that during her brothers’ birthdays they would eat noodles for long life. She only remembered eating noodles on her birthdays some of the years she lived in her family’s house.

Lei wasn’t hungry anymore, so she got up from the table and went to the connected living room, where a large gift bag was sitting on the coffee table. She passed the bag directly to Ceres. “Here’s your gift, Ceres.”

Ceres placed her fork down and gently lifted up the tissue paper. The first item she pulled out was a flowy long dress the colour of lavender. It had slightly darker floral designs printed on the fabric.

“O-oh… thank you…”

The next item was the baggy techwear jacket Lei had seen on that shopping trip with Ceres. The material was waterproof so Lei thought it would make a good rain jacket. And finally, the last item was a comfy pair of soft white leather boots with no heels.

“I remember our conversation about clothes that you liked but wouldn’t ever wear. So I bought them for you. You won’t refuse if they’re gifts from me, right?” Lei smiled at Ceres.

Ceres looked hesitant, but she had a soft smile on her face, too. “W-well… I suppose if they’re gifts…”

“Wear them sometimes, alright? These are good items to add to your wardrobe!”

“I’ll… think about it.”

“Or! I have a better idea. You can try them on now!”

“E-eh?”

“It’s good luck! To try on new clothes on your birthday!” Lei wasn’t actually sure, but it was probably a superstition somewhere in the world, right?

Before Ceres could protest, Lei pushed her into the bedroom and closed the door on her.

“T-there are a lot of clothes in your closet…”

Oops. Lei didn’t usually close her closet because it was too full of clothing items to properly close half the time. So to the closed door she said, “Well, it’s one of my hobbies~ Feel free to try anything on if you want to! They might be slightly big on you, but that’s fine.”

Lei clapped when Ceres emerged wearing all three items at once. She actually didn’t expect Ceres to try them on all at the same time, but for some reason she was able to pull it off.

The advantage of being pretty is that you can pull anything off, Lei thought. But she wasn’t jealous toward Ceres. She was instead proud to be Ceres’ friend.

“I don’t think these suit me very well…”

“I disagree! Give me a little twirl!” Lei made a twirling gesture with her hand excitedly.

Ceres tried to. But unused to the feel of her shoes, she tripped on her own feet. Luckily Lei was there to steady her in time before she actually fell.

“S-see? They don’t suit me…” Ceres was covering her face with her hands.

Lei shook her head and gently patted Ceres’ head. “You’re simply not used to it yet. But thank you for trying them on. It’s fun to play dress up with someone again…”

Lei thought for a bit of time before she finally could think of the words she wanted to say. “Thank you for going on with my antics too. I’m sorry if it was too much this time.”

“It’s because I trust you, Lei.”

“Me too, Ceres.” Lei smiled. “Thank you for being born.”

BONUS 2: Take care of yourself

“You know, Ceres, everytime I visit Elise’s clinic, she’s always working. Does she not have any days off?”

“Did you know Elise once collapsed from overwork?”

Lei whipped her head around to stare directly at Ceres. “She collapsed?”

Ceres nodded. “After that, she hired a few more workers. I still think she’s there too much, though…”

Lei didn’t have to ask why Elise would do such a thing because she knew exactly why. Elise was just the self-sacrificial type, noble and kind, risking herself to save someone else’s life.

On her next day off, Lei went to visit Elise with some gifts.

“Oh hello, did you get injured again?” Elise asked, surprised when Lei walked in.

Lei shook her head. “I don’t have any injuries today.”

“Then what brings you to my clinic?”

Lei put down the bag of skincare products. “For you, Elise. They’re great products for mature women like us.”

Was that too direct? Too harsh? It didn’t really convey how Lei felt, but putting her feelings into words was always difficult. She wasn’t really able to do so in her youth and she never developed the skill to do so. Or at least, not smoothly.

“You need to take care of yourself better.” Lei had to really wrack her brain for the words, but she firmly believed these were important words that she needed to say.

Because… if you don’t… the slums will be down the best doctor they have. And I’ll be down one of the people I care about. These were things Lei couldn’t bear to say aloud. Things that she was afraid to admit.

“Did you come all this way to tell me that?”

Lei could only nod.

“This means a lot to me. It really does. Sentiments like this are hard to come across in the slums.”

Lei could definitely see that, especially witnessing the sort of suffering people had to do here just to get by for another day.

“But you don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself just fine.” Elise gave Lei a reassuring smile. The kind of practiced, doctor’s smile that Lei had also learned to make.

“Elise, do you really think that’s going to work on me?” Lei frowned at Elise. “I know that look. I can make it myself.”

Elise simply turned away to sort some files behind the reception desk.

Lei sighed. “When’s your next day off? I'll give you the spa day you deserve.”

“I don’t get days off often.”

Lei shook her head. “Oh, I’ll bet-”

“But I’ll save one for you.”

“Coming from you? Now that’s truly an honour.” Lei couldn’t help but smile.

“I should see my other patients now. Don’t come back as a patient.”

“I’ll do my best~”

BONUS 3: A place where you are safe to dream

“Technology is too hard to keep up with nowadays.” Vail was saying.

They were drinking together again, but this time in a different bar. Feline Fine was still Lei’s favourite, but it was nice to have a change of pace here and there.

“Vail, you’re young, though! I’d imagine the youth would be keeping up with things like that. You can complain when you’re old like me.” She tried to keep her tone light and teasing but there was some truth to her words.

“I’m not that young. And you don’t look that old.” He said this rather quickly and firmly.

“Oh my, thank you! It’s just my baby face, but that’s still very flattering~ But you would be surprised. I went through a lot of post-secondary education to become a doctor, not to mention my residential period…” She cleared her throat to break up the rant she almost had gotten into. “That’s not important, back to the technology you can’t keep up with?”

“Cities are apparently making tunnels connected to each other for the rich and wealthy to travel across. And along the road there are holograms of A.I. waifus and husbandos that follow you the whole way. And they also deliver food and items for you while you travel.”

“That sounds like an excessive waste to me.”

They both drank.

“I remember VR technology was really popular with my classmates back in high school. Many of my classmates would get scolded by their parents for spending too much time playing around and not studying. But I never understood the hype.” Lei turned her head and stared at the liquid in her round glass. “Afterall, you eventually have to return to harsh reality, like waking up after a nice dream.”

She played around the rim of the glass with her finger. “I much prefer what’s real.”

Vail nodded, but he said, “But dreams are nice.”

“You have dreams?” Lei wasn’t sure why she was so surprised. It was just the sort of abstract someone as relaxed as Vail might think about. He had just the sort of dreamy mood about him.

“Of course I do. Who doesn’t?”

Lei wondered what her own dreams were. The idea of dreams was intangible and seemed so far away from her reality. Was someone like her allowed to dream of better things for herself? Even if she had any dreams… would she be able to fulfill any of them?

“What… type of dreams?” Lei’s voice was getting softer and slower. She probably had one too many to drink this time. Her eyelids were getting heavy and she rested her head on the bar counter.

Lei wasn’t sure if Vail was thinking or if it was just her drunkenness skewing her perception, but it felt like a long time before he answered.

“Sometimes… I wonder about what it’s like outside of the slums… or even just outside the city.”

“Hmmm…” Lei closed her eyes, drifting. “Well, I’ve lived “outside the slums” but is it really better? There, it’s all about climbing the cutthroat corporate ladder and trying not to fall off or get backstabbed. But, there are… definitely some things that are better, though. It’s cleaner, for one, and people aren’t dying on the streets. They have gardens and you can feel the sunlight on your skin. Slummers don’t get enough vitamin D…”

Did she miss Uptown/Downtown? She certainly didn’t miss her blood relatives, but… she did miss the gardens and the sunshine. She missed being able to walk around safely without always being ready to draw her handgun. She even missed the higher-grade lab equipment they had access to. Maybe, she missed seeing Gigi and shopping with her. Elise and Ceres might have experienced life in the Middle district, but now she wished Vail could experience it too. It was a luxury to be able to live there, she understood that now.

“Can’t tell you about other cities though. I’d imagine…” She yawned. “I’d imagine that they’re probably the same as this one. Only the most elite thrive and the majority of the people suffer and struggle to survive.”

“But it’s nice to imagine something better.” His voice was definitely quieter now.

“Yeah… that would be nice. If some other place has it better than us.”

She could hear Vail’s voice saying something to her but she couldn’t process what the words were. She was already drifting away to her sleep, in a place where she was allowed to dream.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

The lyrics Ceres is singing in the beginning are the translated lyrics to the beginning of the song "Euterpe" by EGOIST. It has flower motifs in it, just like Lei has flower motifs 👀

Apparently Lei's shifts at the Prism clinic are 10 hours long and they have no scheduled breaks (need to find time for their own breaks). Capitalism sure is evil.

Gigi Legris is her friend from uni/med school and they were pretty close when they both lived in Downtown. They bonded over their mutual interest in fashion and likely used to shop together a lot. Lei lost contact with Gigi after she moved to the slums, but she doesn't know that Gigi tried to contact her after... Gigi is pretty girlboss and she works out and is very strong! Furthermore, she probably got a promotion to work Uptown as a researcher later on...

Lei probably did ballet for a few years in her youth but showing no significant talent, her mother probably pulled her out of it. She probably quite enjoyed, though! Also I wanted more ugly duckling --> swan vibes for her.

Lei actually doesn't curse that much and only curses when things are bad BUT IN THE CAMPAIGN THINGS GO BAD A LOT SO SHE CURSES A LOT LOL

AGAIN I MUST MAKE A DISCLAIMER, BAD IDEA ETHICS-WISE THAT SHE BECAME FRIENDS WITH HER (Former?) PATIENT

Did you notice Vail's potentially smooth move? Read it over again if you missed it I worked hard on that

At the moment, it is uncertain if Vail has troubles sleeping so that is why he buys sedatives. This is one of my theories though and would make sense why he likes drinking an alcohol that induces sleepiness after drinking a lot of it (SHE CAN FIX HIM!!! <- cope)

Apparently Elise is 38 years old. She is a mature woman. (Lei is 32 for reference and Ceres is 30). Also for Vail he's allegedly 27 (ish)

At the end of the BONUS (3) She does end up falling asleep and Vail takes her home 😳😳😳 If I post it you'll see what happens after (it's spicy but not LOL)

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