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,, Indulgence. ''

Pairings: Ace, Shanks, Beckmann, and Luffy x Reader (separately!)

Summary... nsfw headcanons revolving around the topics of virginity, sex, masturbation...

A/N: This is only part one, might be split into two parts. I also wrote oneshots for each character below, but I burned out too quick, so I stored them away, but they will be posted!

Portgas D. Ace.

Ace is most definitely a virgin, not that he can't get anybody to spend the night with him, considering he's a very handsome young man. He would rather spend his time eating, sleeping, and enjoying his time in Whitebeards crew than having sex, he doesn't see it that way because he has zero clue what sex is, he's fairly educated, and he most definitely has seen a few things by pure accident in various towns, not that he made a big deal out of it, he just scurries away.

He's a virgin, and hardly masturbates, his mind is always preoccupied with other matters. That being said, what turns him on?

Ace doesn't exactly have a type, but if he were to display any sexual interest in anybody, the sense of romance would have to appear first. He's scared of hurting those he loves, so you have to be super strong to ensure that you won't die and leave him with unfulfilled dreams of love. He doesn't care what they identify as, his lover needs to have strength that could crush rookie pirates dreams.

When he masturbates, he likes to be in a dark, quiet place, he is mildly embarrassed at the fact he's touching himself sometimes, so he tries to keep quiet. Without a partner or a crush, he doesn't feel himself wanting more than just five minutes or so with his hand every other month when he feels a little bit pent up. Ace is such a sweet boy, but once he develops romantic feelings for you, he finds himself thinking of you one too many times during those few minutes alone, and eventually his romantic feelings bring wanting and longing for more than simple, sweet love.

Because he's just so sweet, he feels ashamed of his feelings for you at first. He can't stand the way he feels, it's not like he's some some pervert, right? Could he even pursue a relationship with you? He likes to think he's mature, calm, and cool, but on the inside he's still pretty immature.

If he's gonna lose his virginity, it's gonna be a while after you two start dating, he isn't with you for sex, that's for sure. Again, sex is the least of his worries, so you would have to approach the topic yourself, because, trust me, it's gonna save you a lot of time and suffering from waiting for him to make a move. He's a proper gentleman with you no matter what, and he makes up for his inexperience with his eagerness to please.

His losing his virginity is something he would have never imagined. So, who knew he would like you touching his body so much? Seriously, he finds out way too quickly that there's no way he could have achieved such a pleasure all by himself. The most physical contact he gets from others nowadays is a pat on the back from the other commanders, maybe a handshake or two, and other than that, it's just him being punched upon various other things.

To lose his virginity and indulge himself in fine dining (you) , he embodies his mature side, and decides to have a discussion with you.

Red-Haired Shanks.

Shanks? A virgin? He lost his virginity a long time ago, and that's probably why he's so confident. I don't think he has a single insecure bone left in his body by the time he's 20. He doesn't need one, anyways, the boy inherited Dark King Rayleigh's charms as if he were his son, and sometimes it's super annoying. He isn't a complete fuckboy, but he definitely got around a lot when he was a young man, but after ten years of constant hookups, be it women, men, or anybody not on the spectrum, he made the decision to settle down... Mostly because one of his old flings had a small pregnancy scare and he was horrified.

Shanks is pretty experienced, to put it simply, he knows how to put his charms to good use, how to get anybody to drop their pants after a nice long flirting session, or, if they aren't the type for casual hookups, after a sweet date.

That being said, he prefers having intercourse over masturbation, actually, I do not believe he has used his own hand to please himself in... Many years. But, as previously mentioned, even a man like him manages to settle down. Shanks, like Ace, would only manage with a lover who would be strong enough to impress his crew, that being said, if you want him to genuinely love you for anything besides your body, you have to play hard to get. (Was that term used correctly? It's 2 am)

He is a natural flirt, so charismatic it's scary. So when you reject his advances, he is very taken aback, and it fuels his sexual fantasies. He would burn through many of women, trying to get rid of this pure sexual frustration he feels every second you're near, and for a moment he was considering begging you to atleast let him see your naked body. But, after a month or two, he lays in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the smell of someone's body spray melted into his red hair, and he feels something other than lust for you. Actually, he was sure it was always there, but maybe he was too foolish to notice or see it.

Cue him asking you out, being absolutely overjoyed when he gets to call you his, wedding bells ringing in his head. (Though he is a pirate, and cannot have his marriage recognized legally)

You shortly realize he is more terribly perverse than he let on.

Shameless groping, dirty whispers, excessive nudity (though, if it was shanks, I'm sure nobody would mind👀) and lots and loootsss of advances. He is obviously willing to stop if you dislike such things, though.

Shanks never really saw himself loving someone outside of sex, but now that he is alive and loving, he just can't stop. But, of course, the pervert is itching to screw you, though he isn't purely thinking of sex, the thought pops up constantly and it makes the palm of his hand itch. He wants your first time to be special, but the longer he waits, the more he wants it, the more he dreams of it, the more he just can't help but stare at you when you straighten your back, following the curve of your spine down to your... He is very obviously staring.

During intercourse, Shanks prefers to top, but he's not a stone top by any means, he likes to switch maybe once a month, his all time favorite position? Prone bone. Watching you lay in bed on your stomach has him drooling, and he might as well be rabid because he absolutely will be plotting, asking you to stay that way while he straddles you, offering a seemingly innocent back massage... It was, in fact, not.

Benn Beckmann

Benn Beckmann is the man women and men alike dream about. He isn't a virgin, that's for sure.

I mean... He's an older man, he has quite a bit of experience, and I think, contrary to popular belief, he chases women a lot more than his captain. Beck is more often than not chatting up a pretty lady anytime the red-haired pirates dock at an island, a whole crew of whores, they are. I wouldn't be surprised if a few of the crew have screwed the same person before... Beck has a story about that involving Shanks and somebody else, and it may or may not have ended in a threesome, but that's simply what the rumors say.

He is one of the red-haired pirates, and he isn't completely devoid of sentiment or some oddly nonchalant guy, he has feelings, wants, and needs too, his mental health wouldn't keep up on the crew of partygoers if he was so uptight. Beck doesn't like to lust over people unless they show the same type of interest in him; don't get me wrong because he does find people attractive and he is not at all feeling guilty for eyeing a pretty piece of eye candy or even whistling at someone every once in a while, he doesn't want to imagine screwing every good looking person he sees is all.

He is a big man, he looks like he could snap somebody in half with a singular flex of his bicep, not to mention he's the first mate of an emperor of the sea; Beck is just as strong as Shanks, and as the red-haired pirates gain power and fame, he finds himself a little more pent up, though people flock to him so he doesn't complain much. Who doesn't want a man like him in their bed, anyways?

Though, he does please himself from time to time, of course. He opens the drawer of his desk full of magazines, takes his pick and gets straight to work, ensuring the door is locked. He's getting straight to the point, dropping his pants down to his ankles whilst leaning back in the chair he's in, closing his eyes to take in the moment. It isn't too frequent, and it's not a big deal if he can't find some time to himself, he knows somebody else will always make time for him, anyways.

Beck has a high libido, and has taken a liking to pretty ladies in particular, but that doesn't mean his taste involves one gender exclusively, of course, he's happy to take somebody to bed if they look good enough. Concerning romantic relationships, he doesn't really see any of that happening, his life is full of freedom and adventure, he's merely tied down to his crew and he prefers to keep it that way.

But... if he just so happened to develop romantic feelings for you, it would happen one of three ways. Maybe you two had a bit of a friends with benefits relationship, you being one of the red-haired pirates making it easier for you two to meet up for nightly trysts; Or maybe you happened to be a friend of Shanks, perhaps during his time on Rogers crew, maybe you were rivals, or maybe just plain old friends, a friend of his captains is a friend of his. Maybe he's fucking you nearly every day and night, and his feelings got a little out of hand one somewhere along the way... Either way, it was pretty easy for lust to turn into love and infatuation.

Beck was wary of welcoming you into his heart, but he did so, and he rushed over you like a heavy flood. He isn't acting like he was in heat, like his captain would with his significant other, he prefers to love you quietly, but of course his hand would slip lower down your back every once in a while and completely dwarf your ass as he groped you, holding his cigarette in his teeth as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth. He's definitely an ass man.

When it comes to thinking of having sex with you, he's a little nervous. He's respectful to all his hookups, and he is very confident in that aspect but he is absolutely ginormous and he doesn't wanna split you in two in the literal sense. It will hurt for sure, he knows that, you're gonna whine and cry out all night long, he knows that too, but he wants you, and he knows you want him, as your lover, he begins to discuss it with you as casually as he can, his voice smooth and maybe a little rough during the entire ordeal.

He makes his move after a sweet date, loving on you all night and kissing you all the way back to his bedroom, mostly because he hadn't taken anybody there before, and he wanted your first time with him to be special.

Monkey D. Luffy.

Luffy could not care less about nudity, and he cares even less about sex. In Alabasta, the only reason he even reacted to Nami flashing him was because Usopp was there, and Luffy really didn't mind seeing Hancock's naked body.

He has never considered jerking off a day in his life, nudity is just a part of life for him, you got your pants off? That's cool. Just for the fun of it, he's nude. Tits out? His are already out most of the time so it's no big deal. (You can tell I'm having fun with this.)

He's not sure he could fall in love, all he desires is freedom. His lover doesn't need strength, as long as they're kind and they share the same moral code as him, he's overjoyed! He probably will convince them to join his crew, despite being clueless on sex, he has a... Slight understanding of romance, he thinks.

After falling in love with you and feeling various different things with you, he very quickly realizes that he feels a different kind of heat in his body that isn't his rapidly beating heart or his stomach fluttering, which, could also be his stomach growling, but that's besides the point. He's clueless, when Dadan tried to give Ace, Sabo, and him "the talk" he was so grossed out he ran off, leaving Ace in the dust. So, all he knew was that he had a dick, and literally nothing else, so if you're afab, you have to explain stuff to him. When Luffy feels that heat creep into his skin, coursing through his veins, it all rushes to one place.

His shorts feel tight, to the point it's painful, and it's even worse when his eyes land on you. His stomach aches, well, he thinks it does, it feels weird, and that's all he knows. He actually ends up talking to Sanji, the expert in erotica... Or so he says. Now, he's got a pretty good grasp on his sexuality, and he wants to try having sex with you. He doesn't sugarcoat it, doesn't really plan something intricate, he'll walk up to you while you're doing whatever, and he's gonna blurt it out in that same casual tone he has when he says "I'm hungry" , and he might just embarrass you infront of his crew.

"Wanna have sex?" Oh boy, do you.

END.

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I don't see people talking much about her. So I wanted to make a post about her character. There is little to say about her, but Kurenai is the definition of "deserving better".

She was the only female Jonin sensei and seemed like a great mentor. She was very fond of and proud of her students. One example of this is when she's watching Kiba fight Naruto. Throughout the match, her thoughts are filled with praise for Kiba, and she trusts that he will win.

She's also very attentive to Hinata. She seems to be supportive of her student's little crush and seems to help her when needed.

I think she really comes across as a big sister to Hinata. It's clear that she pays a lot of attention to her, noticing both her efforts and her potential—something Hiashi never really did (except maybe during the war arc).

Through Kurenai's perspective, you learn about Hinata's time on her team, her desire to improve, and the efforts she puts in. Kurenai is crucial in this regard, as she's not only Hinata's sensei but likely understands her better than Hinata understands herself.

It's interesting to note that it’s not Shino who comments on the fight or the development Hinata was going through. It really seemed like Kurenai and Hinata were going to have a strong relationship in the following chapters. And then, well, what happened? A few interactions with Asuma (where they seemed to have some form of friendship until we later learned they were together) and then Kurenai was defeated by Itachi in a genjutsu.

In the second part of Naruto, the poor woman was reduced to a plot device for Asuma and Shikamaru. But what about her students? You know, the ones she cared so much for—Kiba, Hinata, and Shino—the ones she encouraged, trained, and supported whenever she could? Why is it Shikamaru who "accompanies" Kurenai to her hospital visits ? Where are Kiba, Hinata, and Shino ? Why is it Shikamaru again who saves and protects Kurenai during the Pain arc ? Okay, I guess Kiba and Shino had an excuse since they were fighting alongside their parents, but where was Hinata during the attack ? She's the only member of the Rookie 9 (excluding Sasuke and Naruto) who wasn’t involved in that part of the arc. Wouldn't it have been nice if Hinata was there for Kurenai, accompanying her to safety instead ? I mean, they had such a sweet relationship in the first part, and then in part 2... well, nothing !

I really think Kurenai deserved better. She spent years training and leading Team 8, and she truly deserved more interactions with her students in part 2. It would have added more depth and nuance to their team dynamic. Instead, they feel a bit forgotten. The explanation for her absence is literally "Kurenai can't be a kunoichi anymore, she's a mother now." I get that in shinobi culture, young mothers may not be expected to fight, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t have appeared here and there to offer advice or simply interact with her students.

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Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz

Title: All I need is your love tonight

Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz

 Characters: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz  

Prompt: Charlos (Charles x Carlos) with bottom Carlos please because we do need it 🧡. As for the prompt maybe something along the lines of hope?

Charles spends a hell of a lot of time in Carlos' room, every race weekend they arrive in a new country, Charles checks into his own room, unpacks his stuff then heads next to find Carlos. Carlos always lets him in with a smile, they aren't lovers exactly but they spend a lot of time together and more often than not, fall in bed together and today is no different.

Carlos is laid spread out on the hotel bed, he's naked from the waist up and looks irresistible, his dark eyes are fixed firmly on the Spanish TV channel. "I want to fuck you Carlos." Carlos head snaps away from the TV to look at Charles. "Excuse me?"

"I want to fuck you?" Charles has been thinking about the perfect way to ask Carlos to top all day and seriously that's all he can manage. Carlos has never specifically said he's only a top but since becoming teammates they fell into that routine Carlos on top, Charles on bottom, he's never had a problem with that, he likes bottoming to Carlos but now he really wants to something different.

"Have you ever topped before?" How cute of Carlos to think Charles just bottoms for everyone. Charles climbs on top of Carlos and pins his hands to the bed, Carlos doesn't even try to fight it, just smiles up at his teammate. "I take that is a yes." Carlos is still smirking, so Charles takes the opportunity to rub their dicks together, there's way too much clothing and little contact but it wipes the smile off Carlos' face.

"Pierre." Charles rubs their dicks together once more, he can feel Carlos' arousal, the Spaniards cock is hardening against his own. "Pierre?" Carlos repeats confused. "I've topped Pierre before." Carlos is fully hard now, the outline of his cock is pressed against his red sweat pants. Carlos nods satisfied. "Okay then, you can top." Charles feels something, disappointment maybe? He didn't expect Carlos to agree so easily.

"Have you ever bottomed before?" Carlos raises his hips and lets Charles remove his sweats and underwear, revealing his hard cock, it springs free and slaps against his stomach. "Not for a long time." Carlos swallows, Charles takes the hard dick into his hand and starts stroking. "I don't blame him at all for this but It started was with Danil in my rookie season when I was with Toro Rossi, he had been promoted to Redbull, we sort of developed a relationship. We were young and stupid and he never prepped me, it was so painful but I thought it was normal I guess? I didn't know sex was supposed to be pleasurable as a bottom."

Charles stops the movement of his hand, Carlos is still rock hard but he looks sad. "We don't have to do this Carlos, you can top or we could just stop all together." Carlos smiles and covers Charles hand with his own and it brings it back to his hard cock. "I want do this with you Charles, I want it be with someone I love and trust."

Carlos didn't I say love you but someone I love and it makes Charles' heart soar. They've never done this before, it sort of feels like crossing a line but right now, it feels right? Charles leans in and presses his lips against Carlos'. There's spark it feels like sunshine, rainbows and full of passion. It feels tingly like a strong bolt of lightning, it feels right. Charles heart is beating fast, he pulls away and Carlos is beaming at him. He's made the right choice and he couldn't be happier.

"I'll make you feel amazing Carlos, I promise." Carlos smiles at him once again. "I know Charles, I trust you." It makes Charles want to kiss him again, so he does. It's soft, it's perfect. Shit Charles is falling hard. "You are being so romantic tonight Charles." Carlos giggles.

Charles removes his own clothing before settling in between Carlos' legs, a bottle of lube in his hands. "We can stop anytime Carlos." Charles says while coating his fingers with lube. "Charles we fuck all the time, it's fine I trust you." That's all the encouragement Charles needs before circling Carlos' entrance with his finger.   

Charles slides his finger in, Carlos is super tight as expected, He stalls for a few moments letting Carlos get used to the sensation. Carlos is laid back into the mountain of pillows, eyes squeezed shut like he's savouring every moment. He looks relaxed so Charles takes that as a good sign. He begins moving his hand, fingering Carlos with gentle, finger thrusts. Carlos sinks his teeth into his lower lip, when Charles starts twisting his finger easily, so he slides a second finger besides the first one and instantly scissoring them. Charles works his way up to four fingers, Carlos is seemingly losing his mind. "Charles i'm ready, i'm not some blushing virgin." Charles rewards Carlos with a quick rub over his prostate before letting his fingers slip out.   

"Fuck Charles, I thought you were maybe going to make me cum from your fingers alone." Charles chuckles, drizzling the remainder of the lube over his cock. "Sorry Carlos, I just didn't want to hurt you." Carlos smiles brushing his lips briefly over Charles' "It's not possible for you to hurt me Charles."

Charles settles in between Carlos' legs, one strong leg wrapped around his waist. Charles has one hand on Carlos' hip the other at the base of his own cock as he pushes inside. Carlos is very tight, despite the magic of Charles fingers, it's almost like his cock is stuck in a vice. Both men moan loudly once Charles reaches the hilt. Carlos feels amazing wrapped around him, almost like it's meant to be.

Charles kisses him again, he doesn't know what's got into him tonight but Carlos' lips are everything. He forces himself to pull away when he feels Carlos visibly relax around him. "Are you ready Carlos?"

Carlos nods, a dopey smile playing on his face. Charles' heart is bursting full of love for this man, there's no words for it, Charles simply can't get enough of him, "I feel so full Charles, so good." Charles starts to move.

It’s nothing short of natural, the rhythm they find. Charles is so used to sitting back and let Carlos do all the work, it's nice hear the little Spanish moans Carlos is letting slip from his mouth as their bodies work together. The pace is slow and it's nice because Charles keeps getting the opportunity to kiss Carlos, muffling his moans.

"I never thought, this would feel so natural." Carlos moans into Charles' mouth, Charles smirks into Carlos' lips and slides a hand between Carlos' legs. Carlos arches his hips off the bed and moan's much louder. "Fuck Charles I don't think i'm going to last long." Charles flicks his thumb. "I wasn't lying when I said i'd make you feel amazing."

Charles can move faster, harder now Carlos has fully opened up around him, the slide is easier now, he angles his thrusts to find Carlos' prostate. "Puta, fuck, Puta." Charles smiles. "There we go." Charles matches his wrist with the intensity of his thrusts. Carlos is falling apart rapidly, luckily Charles can feel his own orgasm building in the pit of his stomach.   

"I think we can come together." Charles speeds up his thrusts, he can't control himself anymore, he's too far gone. "Come on Carlos." Charles barely gets the words out of his mouth, he's coming hard. Charles can see nothing but stars as he spurts his load inside of Carlos. He comes to his senses when he feels Carlos' sticky mess over his finger tips.

Charles crashes on top of Carlos into a messy heap. The room falls quiet for a while, only the sound of heavy breathing fills the room. Carlos pulls Charles into a tight hug and strokes the sweaty nape of his neck. "You weren't lying when you said you'd make me feel good."

"I'm so sorry Carlos." Charles feels horribly guilty when he gets his strength back, he should be the one holding Carlos, cuddling him close. Not the other way round. "Eh?" Carlos looks confused. "I should be the one comforting you." Carlos laughs again. "I don't need comforting Charles, I feel amazing."

Charles rolls off Carlos and lays beside him, he's horribly aware of the messy of cum stuck to their skin. They need to shower but instead Charles leans in and gently kisses Carlos. It feels natural like they are lovers and not just teammates who fuck.

"Thank you Charles, I was really scared after everything before but you made me feel good, made bottoming feel good." Charles beams, he wants to kiss every inch of the tan Spanish skin and whisper I love you over and over again. "I was really worried Carlos, I just wanted you to feel amazing.

"You did make me feel amazing Charles, I love you it had to be with you." Charles risks a look at Carlos, dark Spanish eyes practically burning into his skin. "I love you too." He knows that wasn't the way Carlos meant it, but he's too full of love and emotion to hold it back. Carlos beams at him, he doesn't even look this happy when celebrating a podium.

"I love you like a teammate or I love you like Te Amo." Charles covers Carlos' hand with his own. "I love you in the way I would die for you." Carlos squeezes Charles' hand. "Good, because I feel the same way."

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Puppyshipping ramblings

I like to imagine that Kaiba's need to slap his name on everything would translate to a relationship. Not outwardly possessive (cause like who could he lose to when he is rich, hot and a genius) but instead unconsciously protective.

So he would just end up dressing Joey in Kaiba corp t-shirts or he would buy "himself" hoodies and Joey would appropriate them. I love when one person is a clothes thief. I just imagine Joey grabbing something from a drawer and throwing it on not caring as long as it fits. Kaiba can do nothing to stop him nor would he want to. (He will not admit how cute Joey looks)

Matching accessories when they go out and dress fancy cause Joey insists on going with Kaiba to some of his fancy business parties (a. just cause he is spoiled for attention b. the food is really good) which surprisingly the snooty business people find Joey amusing. Partially cause he has bard level charisma and he cleans up well while trying his best so Kaiba will bring him to more.

Instead of a necklace I think it would be cute if he got Joey a keychain that matched his and Mokuba's. He never says anything about the significance but Joey thinks its so cute and sweet then spends the rest of the week showing it off.

I love possessiveness but honestly Kaiba is too confident for that. Joey could be but I think his whole emotional development from the early chapters would have him put a big deal of trust in Kaiba to not worry about the masses throwing themselves at Kaiba. Plus with Kaiba's attitude to people he is not interested in is a big confidence boost when he can easily get the oh so important business man's attention without having to schedule a meeting. (Ok Joey can just walk in but since he had been granted VIP privileges at KC after an incident with some rookie guards he tends to schedule ahead just cause he is a good BF.)

Secretary has Joey on speed dial for Kaiba's bad days when he gets in the mood to start firing people. Kaiba wouldn't really cause that's a loss in man power and it takes too much time to vet employees but those bad days make the other workers stressed.

(I still can not find the damned fic that put this idea in my head) Kaiba starts collecting Red-eyes merch to match the Blue-eyes merch. Its starting to bug him not all of the statuettes have a matching counter part. (Joey finds this super fucking sweet. Since there is not enough Red-eyes merch he arranged the few Kaiba did find to have at lest 3 Blue-eyes around each one. Joey finds it hilarious that Red-eyes has a haram. Kaiba refuses to comment the new arrangement.)

I stan Joey being able to cook. Nothing too fancy but its good. I imagine its from having to take care of himself and working odd jobs some of which landed him in a kitchen or two. Also from these jobs he has a random amalgamation of knowledge. Nothing like any fancy computer stuff but he knows how to take care of a garden, could build you porch and the like.

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I figure now that we r in round 3, it would be a good time to expand on dog's deal specifically by explaining his context--bc he's very much defined by that + his story purpose, rather than his concept on its own! Welcome To My Beepo House.

tl;dr i made dog to be a friend-haver and a friend-maker and specifically be a friend for super :) a vote 4 dog in @sonic-oc-showdown is a vote for FRIENDS!

For beginner's context: for just under half the run of Fleetway Sonic the Comic, twisted evil killer Super Sonic is separated from Sonic physically, loses his chaos powers that compel him to violence, and ends up destitute in Metropolis Zone until a couple of minor characters take him in to live + work with them at the jazz cafe the Groovy Train. everyone say hi ebony and pyjamas :) I love the tension between this trio in how they approach the conflict of super sonic Being There, but ebony and pyjamas are also both adults and I see them as having more parental/grandparental relationships with him rather than real equal friends. so that's where dog and bebe come in :)

this is part of a canon divergence au that keeps the groovy train dynamic largely in place, rather than ending it with the comic. in the canon ending, ebony casts a spell that merges super and sonic back into the same body. sonic conquers super and things are alright for the end of the story. okay well i dont like that so </3 instead in this au, ebony hides super by merging him into *herself.* they struggle to live together for a bit until a minor villain (lord sidewinder) comes in and separates them, once again trying to harness super's power for himself. well he fails and they kick his ass and such. after this, the conflict between super and ebony expands from some of the canon conflict + the new merger conflict annnd now he can go make new friends at the skate park :) by doing what he does best: being sad and wet and pathetic until someone with a big heart tries to help him out.

i've been developing dog and bebe with the intent to make a nice balanced group between them: bebe is the Instigator, the Active member of the group, the hero-like, the leader. she's competitive, she's right, and she knows it! super's the rookie with crazy power, he's a fish-out-of-water most times but when it comes to a real fight he can be a heavy-hitter. he's cautious and deferential (canon low self-esteem behaviors), but he's coming into his own with the help of those around him. and doggy my special guy doggy is the mediator: she's the wingman and cheerleader, she's the helping hand that keeps everyone's heads cool. she's the first to trust and the first to forgive. she's a capybara: everyone's friend :)

ofc i hope dog's deal on his own is interesting enough to people! what if there was a capybara and he was nice and also silly :) but it feels so wrong to separate her from super... that's her buddy that's the reason i made her. my au characterizaiton of super doesn't get to happen from only knowing an older woman who believes he can do no wrong ever and an even older woman who doesn't quite trust him not to do wrong. he's gotta have a friend who doesn't care about all that super sonic stuff--in fact thinks super is just lying about most of it (that's okay, sometimes people need to lie about their lives and it doesn't make them bad or anything). someone who is willing to meet him without any of that baggage and openly invite him into friendship and a safer life :)

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The Primrose Path to Hell (94,161 words): In the days leading up to what would be the first outbreak, STARS captain Albert Wesker draws young and naive rookie Rebecca Chambers into his twisted web one step at a time. What develops between them is a gordian knot of twisted emotions; desire, devotion, love, trust, duplicity, control, manipulation, and ultimately, surrender, which threatens to drag the entire S.T.A.R.S. team along in its wake. Completed: 2023-01-14

In Justice We Trust (163,083 words): With Simon Blackquill and Athena Cykes assigned as their psychologists, the Phantom and Fulbright must grapple with their identity, their deeds, their future, and their love for the twisted samurai whom they betrayed. Completed: 2024-04-26

Chains of the Dragon (69,630 words): It takes almost four months for Apollo Justice's on-again off-again boyfriend Klavier Gavin to find out why he hasn't seen his favorite herr forehead–or their forensic investigator– in town in a while. When he discovers that Apollo has moved to Kura'in without so much as a goodbye or a phone call, the rockstar hatches a plan with Trucy Wright to swoop into action and rescue the derelict lawyer from his self imposed exile. Completed: 2024-07-09

A Song for Ragpickers and Urchins (42,622 words): When a small-time band of young rogues and thieves take in a lost and lonely fallen noble their twisted star finally begins to rise. Urchins, vagabonds and slaves take up a scoundrel's life under a common banner— the jolly roger Donquixote— to claw their way to something like happiness in the miserable, cold-hearted factory towns of the North Blue. Completed: 2025-01-09

Fire in the Belly, Spirits on the Tongue (86,979 words): Luffy was right when he said that Ace lied about having no regrets. Ace had so many regrets. His spirit was restless. He wasn't ready to die. Sabo promised that he wouldn't leave the Revolutionary army, but what will become of the three of them now that Ace is awake and alive in his heart, and more importantly, his body? Completed: 2025-04-14

Deicide: Onigashima Aftermath (66,368 words): In the aftermath of the raid on Onigashima everything changes. Luffy is hearing the voice of a god, and he wants it out of his head but has difficulty opening up to his friends about his fear. Kid takes on new crew members, and puts his ego aside to find a cure for his first mate while Law searches for a new path forward after his long-time goal becomes a memory. Completed: 2024-08-19

Bleeding, Broken, Mended (91,671 words): Law is certain that he was 'rescued' just so Doflamingo could kill him himself, but Doffy has other plans. As far as he's concerned, Law's decade-long quest for revenge was nothing more than a sad misunderstanding. He wants to remind Law how things used to be. He wants to find a way to bring Law back into the fold-- back to him-- forever. Completed: 2024-09-14

Deicide: Red Shift (113,890 words): A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee. Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible. But Luffy has other plans. Completed: 2025-02-03

Deicide: New Horizons (83,190 words): New courses must be decided on. Luffy and the Straw Hats spend some time getting to know their new allies in Cross Guild. Ace works to reform the Spade Pirates. Caesar, Chopper, and Sanji plot with the Donquixotes and the Vinsmokes to bring Ace and Monet, back to life in their own bodies, as well as to save Bonney's dad, Kuma. Shanks reconnects with Buggy and Mihawk after finally regaining his confidence. The Beast Pirates and the Charlottes deal with the aftermath of Wano, and forge a new goal together. Tashigi, Smoker and Zoro all deal with the revelation of Tashigi's past, and Vivi, Buggy and Masked Deuce all finally show up in the same room. Completed: 2025-04-29

Gaia Incognita (37,190 words): The past and present intertwine as Veld and Vincent try to discover what the horrible dreams of a darker Midgar have to do with the life and love that they built together in the aftermath of Hojo's mysterious and untimely demise. Completed: 2025-04-08

[wendichester]

𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა alyssa ☆ dean winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊�� ⋆˙⟡ where libra, aquarius, sagittarius meets aquarius, leo*, saggitarius. ⟡˙⋆

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑✧˖⋆𖤐

ꔛ. meeting each other,

✧ what’s the most likely way for you two to meet?

given dean’s aquarius sun and mars, he’s drawn to unconventional, unexpected encounters—likely during a hunt. your aquarius ascendant and uranus in aquarius suggest you’re also someone who stumbles into weird situations. you’d probably meet in a small-town diner or a sketchy motel, where dean’s hunting a case and you’re either a local with strange knowledge or a fellow hunter-in-training.

✧ are you a hunter or a civilian?

your scorpio mercury and sagittarius moon indicate you’re curious, intuitive, and drawn to the supernatural—so you’re either a civilian who’s seen too much or a rookie hunter. dean’s sagittarius moon and neptune make him trust his gut, so if you’re not a hunter, he’d still sense you’re "in the know." the most likely scenario? you’re researching the same case, and he’s suspicious at first but intrigued.

✧ what’s sam’s first impression of you?

dean’s leo rising makes him judge people based on confidence and authenticity. your aquarius ascendant and libra sun give off a charming but detached vibe, which he’d find interesting but a little frustrating. his venus in sagittarius loves adventure, so if you’re witty and bold, he’d be amused but cautious. if you’re too reserved, he might think you’re hiding something.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

✧ how would the friendship be like?

chaotic but fun. dean’s sagittarius moon and your sagittarius moon/mars mean you both crave freedom, humor, and spontaneity. you’d bond over bad jokes, reckless decisions, and late-night drives. however, your virgo venus might clash with his sagittarius venus—you’ll want stability, while he’ll run from it.

✧ how would it begin?

after the initial "are you a threat?" phase, he’d warm up if you prove useful ( or at least entertaining ). your scorpio mercury means you’re great at research, and he’d appreciate that. one drunken heart-to-heart later, and you’re unofficial hunting partners.

✧ quirks and fun things about it:

✶ endless debates. your libra sun loves discussion, and his aquarius sun loves arguing. you’d debate music, lore, and ethics for hours. ✶ reckless adventures. your sagittarius mars matches his energy—expect impulsive road trips and bad ideas. ✶ emotional whiplash. one minute, you’re laughing, the next, you’re avoiding deep talks (thanks, sagittarius moon).

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

✧ are you compatible? is there a chance for friendship to develop into more?

maybe, but it’s complicated. your virgo venus wants loyalty and routine, while his sagittarius venus fears commitment. there’s physical chemistry ( your sagittarius mars + his aquarius mars ), but emotionally? you’ll frustrate each other. if it happens, it’ll be intense but short-lived.

✧ what type of relationship would it be?

passionate but unstable. you’d have great banter, explosive fights, and even more explosive makeups. but long-term? unlikely. dean’s saturn in virgo might admire your practicality, but his commitment issues would win.

✧ what are your love languages according to the charts?

✶ yours : acts of service, quality time. you show love by helping, listening, being reliable. ✶ his : adventures, physical touch. he shows love by taking you on trips, teasing you, and avoiding serious talks.

ꔛ. scenario, ₊˚⊹౨ general ৎ ₊˚⊹

✶ trust issues: your scorpio mercury means you’re secretive, and his uranus in scorpio makes him paranoid. you’ll both suspect each other of hiding things. ✶ growth potential: your north node in leo and his leo jupiter could help you both lighten up and embrace joy—if you stop overthinking. ✶ dealbreaker: if you need emotional security, this won’t work. dean’s not the settling-down type.

ꔛ. overall, score : 6.5 / 10

you’d have a wild, unforgettable connection with dean, full of laughter, danger, and emotional whiplash. as friends? amazing. as lovers? painful. if you’re okay with no promises, go for it—but don’t expect a happily ever after.

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* since the birth time of dean hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a leo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.

[beevean]

The whole thing with Lanolin being a bossy bitch wouldn't annoy me so much if it didn't seem like every single character who's interacted with her so far just shrinks back with their tail between their legs, no matter one's characterization. Seems a bit contradictory for characters like Sonic and Tangle not to go "Nah! Fuck that noise!" from the get-go the moment Lanolin starts to berate or condescend them especially looking back on when the comic first started. I thought Tangle was supposed to be a "kick butt girl", not a coward who needed to grow a spine. No one actually challenges her, personalities and beliefs be damned, because the conflict wouldn't happen otherwise.

God help Lanolin if she pulled the same thing towards a character like Rouge, Shadow, or Blaze, because I CAN'T for the life of me see any of them taking it and not put their foot down.

Yes, exactly.

Silver, too. Silver is the guy who was introduced as being utterly determined to kill Sonic because he thought that doing so would be the right thing, and it took him almost his entire campaign, plus concrete proof that he had been deceived, before finally changing his mind. I'm not familiar with the Rivals games, but from what I know he was quite stubborn and confrontational there as well.

No way he'd just lay down and die the moment a nobody refuses to listen to him and talks to him like he's a stupid rookie, especially not after the actual rookie endangered his life. Silver would absolutely make a scene to make himself heard if he believes he's right.

Sonic himself may not be argumentative, but he also does what he wants. This is not Sonic's style:

Why is Sonic hanging in the back with a bored expression? Aside from how representative of IDW this is, with the OC at the front and Sonic the Hedgehog in the background... why is Sonic even listening to her? Why does he trust her over his own judgment? That's all Lanolin does, urging Sonic and Tangle to be more cautious, with various levels of insufferableness:

("How do you handle her?" she's a person, not a fucking dog, you asshole. Tangle was a dumbass in this issue, but you don't have the right to speak about her like that.)

("You barely escaped last time" and you know this how...?)

I want to really emphasize that this is all Lanolin is, and all she has ever been since #57. I understand that she is cautious and serious and she would clash with Sonic because of it, but when you put everything together, there hasn't been one scene with her, aside from her excuse of an apology in #58, where she didn't have this insufferable attitude of "I'm surrounded by idiots" - even worse as the idiots in question are Sonic and Silver, who would eat her for breakfast if they wanted to.

But no one challenges her. Lanolin is allowed to do shit like slamming Whisper to the ground, and no one even tells her "maybe you were a tad too harsh bestie 🥺 remember that you said that you didn't want to be bossy 🥺". Ofc she has long crossed the line of "bossy" and landed squarely in "callous" territory, but you know, she was meant to have character development.

And yeah, Tangle doesn't look good either. With Lanolin, she really comes off as a little kid, and Lanolin as her exasperated mom. I can't sympathize with anyone here.

ngl though, Lanolin vs. Shadow would be hilarious. Now I kinda want to see it. C'mon. Let IDW Shadow shine in all of his prickery :)

[smallbearlady]

Okay I need to get something off as a both Daniel and Yuki Fan

Before you come for me: Personally i root a little bit more for Daniel than for Yuki, non the less i wish BOTH! the best: points, podiums, wins, championships.

Before even the 2024 season started regarding silly season I came to the conclusion:

- I want to see Yuki Tsunoda in the second seat for Red Bull Racing besides Max Verstappen -

- I want Daniel Ricciardo to keep the seat at VCARB and Liam Lawson to become his teammate"

And here is why:

1. Daniel is a better asset for the Faenza Team than for Red Bull Racing in Milton Keynes

2. Red Bull Racing need to face the problem in case they loose Max Verstappen and their future in the sport

3. For years Yuki has been overlooked as canditate for the second seat at Red Bull Racing although he is outperforming his car since atleast the beginning of 2023

4. They loose the purpose of the Faenza Team if they choose drivers outside the Red Bull Family yet again

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5. If that doesn't work out with Yuki and they need an expierenced driver because the competition found a way to beat Red Bull - they still can swap out Yuki for Daniel when needed

Welcome to my Ted Talk

1. Daniel is a better asset for the Faenza Team than for Red Bull Racing in Milton Keynes

When you listen to the interviews from Peter Bayer, Laurent Mekies and Franz Tost (last year), everyone always said & still say that Daniel is a great asset in term of developing and setting up the car

To quote Franz "He has an incredible feel for the car" and Peter "With his feel and developement advises he is also helping Yuki"

They were so happy last year that Daniel was there in Singapore to help setting up the car tho he himself couldn't drive, even claiming the he was an additional factor to why Liam got points in that race (i could talk hours about singapore23 trust me)

Red Bull Racing dont need someone for developing because of the current state of them dominating and being miles ahead their competiors and be able to create a car for Max smashing the whole grid

And wouldn't it be awesome to see VCARB podiums and wins like Pierre Gasly did with this Team in 2019 - 2021 ...

thinking about Daniels Renault time in 2020 and feeling that he was the asset that helped their performance jump between 2019 and 2020

2. Red Bull Racing need to face the problem in case they loose Max Verstappen

Red Bull Racing needs to look into how they will proceed to be on to top in the case when Max leaves the sport (or to another team which i doubt) (which could be quite soon on how often Max already talked about retirement)

For that you need young talented drivers to make the step up because they can still develope themselves into a better driver and they also prob stay longer than driver who already drove over 10 years

Alonso and Hamilton are exceptions in their field and as we know WDCs usually stay longer in the sport as just race winners or podium getter or point bringers. Formula 1 also has the problem that they are almost either affraid of bringing in rookies because they are more likely to make mistakes or love to hold onto their old (washed) drivers

Too many young drivers were really good coming through the ranks of F4 F3 and F2 but never got a chance in F1. The case of Oscar Piastri who smashed everthing in F2 in 2021 still had to wait and fight to get that McLaren seat or it was moreover Mark Webber, who had to fight. Most drivers dont have a well known Manager to get those deals.

So i totally understand why Marko said that Liam Lawson WILL HAVE A SEAT IN 2025.

But I feel like Liam still has to proof his worth for some years in the VCARB before stepping up to Red Bull Racing.

3. For years Yuki has been overlooked as canditate for the second seat at Red Bull Racing although he is outperforming his car since atleast the beginning of 2023

Red Bull Racing themselfs prob still have PTSD from 2019 and 2020 with Gasly and Albon. That years showed that the big team doesn't have the patience to develope a rookie like Lawson. They also had luck with Max in that term but also had to go through a lot of crashes and imperfections back then.

Yuki Fan expierence this bias against Yuki far to long. To me in my mind come how the media shitted on Yuki in Mexico for his mistake when he was trying to overtake Oscar. The media shitted in Yuki more than on Checo Perez who took himself out.

As recap: Yuki on that day started from the back bc he got a new gearbox which was 1 aditional change to max allowed gearbox changes of the season. He started from the back and made up places, he got into the points and with his mistake he fell out of the points. You also have to understand that he was stuck behind Piastri for multiple laps to try to find an opening to overtake and prob got frustrated

Besides of that happening Yuki showed a very good race craft and teamwork in qualifying that weekend.

But regarding the Red Bull Racing seat - they barely name him, though he had very very good 2023 season regarding the car he was given

In the beginning of 2023 it was often said in the Media that Nyck De Vries was a possible candidate for the RBR seat and that Nyck will be the teamleader of AT because of his expierence and age according to Helmut Marko

And Yuki smashed that Media say with beating Nyck last year ... kinda similar how he is beating Daniel right now and the fuss about Daniel taking the

Or how Yuki Fans say: All voices that rise against Yuki shall fall

In that and also considering the precious point I am really annoyed about the fact that Checo Perez only has to do the bare minimum to keep his seat and drivers in less good cars work their ass off to get nothing out of it. Ofcourse rn he looks like he is handeling the car this years RB20 better than the RB19 .. as we saw last year that can change midseason with the increase of competion and car developements

Again - the idea of Yuki (and Daniel) may be closer to Max in quali and race pace than Checo overall but we dont know because they dont sit in the same car

4. They loose the purpose of the Faenza Team if they choose drivers outside the Red Bull Family yet again

This point is regarding the rumor about that maybe Sainz or Alonso are targeted for the second seat at Red Bull Racing if Perez doesnt perform.

If they take someone outside the family 2 current drivers have to go. There are already 3 drivers for 2 seats since Helmut Marko already sees Liam Lawson in the VCARB (they could have signed the contract already).

I see that they maybe eye Sainz (als a Carlos Sainz Fan too) as a possibility since him also being an ex-Red Bull Junior ... but i think i remember Marko saying that the mood the Torro Rosso 2015 wasn't ideal bc the drivers, mechanic and especially the DADS competing directly (Franz Tost enjoyed it according to his interview end of last year and i too would watch Papa Sainz and Jos battle it out)

Marko too said last year he'd loved to have Norris, but Lando dedicated his life to McLaren. Charles dedicated his to Ferrari and I also see how Alex Albon future is within Williams since Red Bull never really apprechiated him when he was there in 2019 & 2020

There is no reason to look outside the family if you have enough good drivers to sign and resign within the family

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5. If that doesn't work out with Yuki and they need an expierenced driver because the competition found a way to beat Red Bull - they still can swap out Yuki for Daniel when needed

This is a lead back to the first point.

It only makes sense to sign Daniel Ricciardo for the Red Bull Racing seat if Red Bull Racing needs him in that seat.

If Perez can't give Max and the Team the teamplay or the performance they need from him, Red Bull has to make changes. Currently Yuki - a young and good driver - looks like the better and more long term replacement option out of both VCARB drivers. If Yuki fails too, then i would give the seat to Daniel and hope for the best.

Because if there is 1 thing we all know is that Daniel can be a beast in the Red Bull Racing car. That car (according to himself at the red bull interview with is race engineer) has still the characteristic that he (and Max) loves about that car and the Red Bull Racing Team know what kind of car Daniel wants and needs to perform and the kind of car in that Daniel can show his beast (honey badger) in him.

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The season only just started and we barely had 3 race ... McLaren achieve a total overturn midseason last year ... lets watch and see what happens

Love y'all

Have a nice day

[reinieseason]

we're all hung up over the ending so here's some limoreau au ideas super long post tho

royalty au - there's already one of these on ao3, where marie is a princess and jordan is a heir to a company. absolutely a banger, hope to see more of this au from other people but also from the creator themselves (the more we lie (the more we love) by secretshare is the au)

spiderman au - i'm gonna need someone to hear me out on this one. hear me out. jordan, born male, out of nowhere develops superpowers after being bitten by a radioactive spider. now, they have to figure out and balance their new powers - which aside from invincibility, waves, and like spider shit also includes gender shifting and they have to confront and navigate with their parents the identity that their parents didn't wanna face because it's become increasingly real. and this to me is like mcu ish. anyways, they also have to uh navigate their crush on marie moreau (gwen stacy of the world). hear me out.

rival TAs au - bringing this one back from my last post, jordan as brink's TA, they're a 3rd year ranked number two. but there's a professor that brink works closely with who just chose their new TA, it's the 1st year that jordan's been in hot water with marie moreau who is everything jordan hates. if jordan is a hard worker, who takes their time, marie is a genius who gets what she wants just because she's a genius. there's a rivalry but they're forced to work together when their professors start... look i don't have a justification as to why but they just do.

period piece au - i'm talking bridgerton, little women, pride and prejudice. rivalry, enemies, tension but forced to keep the tension under wraps and present a united and kind front but everyone knows they hate each other. the sexual tension of it all. lingering glances, fleeting touches. it is perfect for a couple like marie and jordan who love having a stupid big brown eyes off every episode every possible second

debate club au - look i was the HS debate captain i'm in college debate you have to hear me out . jordan as the captain of the team, marie as the new student who's a prodigy, rising star- she's a genius who's quickly put herself on par with the best team in the club. and now for nationals, the coaches put her and jordan together. the tension, the proximity, the trust, and the communication. whispers in hallways, cheering when they place first, the tension of finals. cuhrazy stuff.

figure skating au - OKAY ALL OF THIS IS LOWKEY STARTING TO SOUND THE SAME BUT IN DIFFERENT SITUATIONS BUT STILL. the tension. jordan just lost their partner after a life changing injury, their coach pulls up with new star marie moreau who was beginning to dominate the solo scene but out of nowhere dropped out and now she's going duo with jordan li how mysterious. the training, the hands, the stunts, THE PROXIMITY. (my favorite word today) the anger and the arguments when they mess it up, but the fear when it seems like something bad happened. imagine both of them on the jumbotron thingy bracing for their score and it like breaks a record i mean. think about it. this is growing to be a fave.

hockey/figure skater au - jordan is a hockey player, jordan needs to be more precise, more agile. their coach talks to the figure skating rink coach and gets a tutor for jordan, marie moreau figure skater. i will not elaborate, i do not need to- mostly because it's the same shit i mentioned before but slightly different but Still.

volleyball au - if you have amazon prime, you have access to cinemalaya's rookie which is a Filipino indie film about a junior basketball player who moves to a new catholic all girls school and starts playing volleyball (because there's no girls basketball team), she falls in love with the team captain, who hates her sm. it's so fucking good, now imagine it as limoreau. imagine jordan li as the team captain who has to take care of this new member, marie who yeah she's tall and she has like whatever basics but she sucks at volleyball and for some reason is so out of it. plus plus plus volleyball tension, the other couple that gives a constant big brown eyes off is ace and jana.

gossip girl au - another hear me out, marie who's always lives her life in lowerclass new york as an orphan is adopted by victoria newman and now has to navigate life in a new school with upperclass new yorkers. she's thrown into the midst of it all and has to deal with being a fish out of water plus jordan being like wary of her. andre brings her into the group after she saves him from a tough situation with a teacher or a quiz, cate and emma are so down to welcome another girl, luke has a nice heart to heart with her and welcomes her in, and if luke and emma let her in, sam is down, but jordan- jordan is the only one who doesn't want her there and she doesn't know why. look i just watched only 1 season of gossip girl i do not know shit but still

okay yeah those are all the aus off the top of my head <3 add some more if you'd like, brain dump with me over shit I'll never write

[42bakery]

So Franco is saying that riding for Vr46 would be like closing a circle (and of course Valentino will keep the seat for him), and there have been rumors that Diggia has chosen to stay with Vr46 (usually reliable source). Uccio said that they really want to keep Diggia and also that next year they’ll have one GP25 and one GP24 and that Ducati will only produce three GP25. So this would mean that Fermin will ride alongside Alex in Gresini for next year even if Gresini isn’t the factory supported team

Hi there anon 👋👋👋👋

I think I agree with you, but I also don't trust Ducati at all.

For me it was a given that Franky was going to go to VR466 once Pramac was going to Yamaha. There's no way in hell Vale will let Franky go back to Yamaha after the way he went out. Or the lack of relationship with Fabio or the way Franco pestered Yamaha or the way he showed how much he didn't want to be there. So Franky to Yamaha was a no go. I don't think Yamaha would have proved it either. I know that Pramac now has the control on who they put in the bikes, but usually satellite talks with the factories, so Yamaha would say they don't approve.

Now Diggia to stay in the VR46 makes sense, because it gives the team some stability. They don't need 2 riders to get used to the team, they just have one. Also because Diggia was hand picked by Ducati to be there, and it's probably the reason that VR46 is getting the 3rd GP25. Now I don't know how far the negotiations are, because I think Ducati was involved last time and this time is just Uccio, Pablo, Diggia and the manager, so no Ducati banking there. I also read that Diggia would like a role on development/close to the factory, and I don't know how much Ducati will let him, so the Yamaha is still an option. And Fabio said it himself, he has more than 1 option (3 in fact, one which we don't know anything).

Now about Fermín, if the above is true, then yes, he's going to the Gresini team, but I do remember Pablo Nieto, VR46 team manager, say that they actually want Fermín. And this is not something new, last year they pushed, hard, very hard and got cockblocked by Ducati and Luca Boscoscuro. Nieto also said and they won't make the decision until the break. Also he's not the one who will decide, nor Uccio, it's Vale the one who has the last word in this so who knows. Fermín said he doesn't care between Gresini or VR46, but he likes/feels like VR46 is his home (it was in Assen) (Also ironic he said that when he's a Marc fan, but whatever)

Now lets go to the bike. That is a freaking mess. At first it was said Fermín would have the GP2024 and the GP26 for 2026 year, then in COTA Fermín was told by Ducati he was going to get the GP2025. I do believe him because Ducati is tricky and likes to play mind games with all their riders, and if the said 'we only have 4 one one is for the rookie' they could make riders panic and rush the decision for shitty/bad/worse conditions. But here comes Marc, who by not playing the game, he screwed Ducati, so they don't have that leverage card, or that pressure anymore. There's no official satellite team, and no team has the GP25 exclusivity any more. So the GP2025 is for the one with better negotiation skills or the one who plays Ducati game the be Fermst.

So I've been hearing that Fermín's contract with Ducati is 1st year a bike to Ducati's discretion and the 2nd one with the official bike. I do remember reading at first that for the 2025 season it was going to be the GP24, and maybe they aim to give him the GP2024 as it was first planned. But then again, they can use Fermín as leverage with other teams, like if you keep him and assume his salary, you get the GP25 bike, which is something I think Ducati is capable of doing.

And the last part, about Gresini not being factory supported is not actually true. Ducati has his own engineers there, and they do treat their satellite teams ferly okay, and if Fermín goes there and the team doesn't get the GP25 I think they will demand more support to level up the field with VR46.

Now this is personal, and people might not agree with me, not I have anything to back this, but I don't understand why Fermín is not getting the GP25. I know he's a rookie, well other rookies had gone to Pramac and got the factory bike (Bagnaia and Martín). I also feel it odd because he will get the GP24 but then move to the GP26, so either Ducati already know that the GP25 is not going to be a good bike or suit him, or they want to screw him. I mean I already know they have screwed him because:

a) 2 + 2 year deal, which probably says he can move to the Factory in 2027, but then Ducati won't honour it because that is what they told Martín, and look where he is.

b) He's a Ducati rider and Ducati is already saying they won't pay him. They literally said that they will only pay 2 riders, and Fermín has a contract with Ducati Corse, so whose paying those 300.000 euros? (Probably more due to the pole, podiums and win bonuses they get, but still).

c) It's Ducati. it's in their nature to be an ass to their riders (points at Casey, Andrea, Jorge, Andrea again, Danilo, Miller, Enea, Martín, Zarco).

For me it's also difficult to see why if Fermín is going to Gresini the GP25 goes to VR46. Fermín is getting the official bike next year, so wouldn't it make sense for him to go to the 'official' satellite/the satellite with the official bike? But as I say this is just personal

Do I agree with you? Yes, but until everything is closed, I won't trust anyone because we are talking about Ducati

[whumpsmith-participates]

Medhwump May 2024

Day 12 - Stabbed

TW: knife wound, blood, knife kink, blood kink, tobacco

@medwhumpmay

Relationships... Fetch hadn't had an interest in them since his divorce. First he wasn't in the right state of mind, and after that he just wasn't in the right line of work. Women were a distraction, or a weakness. Something potential enemies could try to exploit.

Sure, he had his flings sometimes, a one-night stand every once in a while, seduced targets for work, or purely for fun...but nothing that ever lasted longer than the moment itself. Leaving them no way to find him and moving on without ever bothering to remember their names.

And then he met her.

Granted, he didn't meet her in any of the ways mentioned above. No, he crossed her path once on a job, and she wasn't too happy with that. She taught him the meaning behind "hell hath no fury" and then some. Despite the rocky meeting, though, they managed to settle on an agreement and parted ways.

That was supposed to be the end of it.

But lately it seemed the universe had developed the annoying tendency to never let things go Fetch's way, especially when she was involved.

She was usually much more trouble than she was worth, and she didn't seem to know the meaning behind the word ‘no’ unless she was saying it, yet Fetch saw something in her. He just hadn't figured out what that was yet.

Maybe it was just the fact that it was rare to come across a woman in his line of work, or the fact that she was good at it, even though he ought to consider her a rookie for her age alone. Sure her technique had some rough edges, but at least she had a technique, a style to call her own. She had a talent for getting under people's skin before even pulling out her knife, and she was a recurring headache for Fetch in particular.

And yet, he couldn't get enough of her. Most women were put off by violence and blood, even in their line of work, but not her. Violence was like second nature to her, whether she struck first or merely provoked you until you lashed out. And blood, well…blood was usually a given if you knew her well enough, and Fetch knew her, every inch of her.

He wouldn't call it a relationship. No, a relationship requires trust and vulnerability, and both of those could get you killed around her, or at least get your ego stomped on. She didn't pull her punches, so neither did Fetch, which was probably the only way to handle her.

Her visits usually went one of two ways. She either barged in unannounced, fought with him, took what she wanted, and left him with a throbbing headache and an empty sack, or all of the above minus the last one. It was impossible to tell which one it was going to be off the bat. He had to work for it, while to her it was all fun and games…

He hadn't seen her in a while, not that that mattered much. She was unpredictable after all. So when he got back from buying new cigarettes one day, only to find Erick sitting outside on the stairs of his apartment, he couldn't immediately figure out why.

"What are you doing?" Fetch asked, while he closed and locked the van.

Erick was acting off. He didn't give him any attitude in his reply. Instead he gave him an uneasy look.

"Lavender is here…"

Fetch promptly opened one of the new packs of his cigarettes and lit one, needing a preemptive shot of nicotine. Then he pulled out his wallet and handed Erick some money.

"Get lost."

Erick looked down at the bill Fetch gave him.

"Wow, five whole dollars."

"I said get lost," Fetch replied, giving him a kick on his way up. He didn't stop to see if Erick had actually left once he reached his front door, he had more important things to attend to. He opened the door and stepped inside his apartment.

"You're out of milk."

"Get your own damn food, Rhodes."

She turned around, holding a bowl of cereal. Her hair was damp, leaving a wet spot on the shoulders of her shirt— Wait.

"Last time you at least waited til you had me out of my clothes before stealing my shirt," Fetch said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"I had to do laundry, why else would I be here?" Lavender replied.

"Laundromat," Fetch just said.

"Your place was on my route."

"So would a laundromat be eventually."

"How many laundromats also have a shower and food though?"

Fetch took another drag from his cigarette, then he stepped forward and pushed her away from the counter so he could make himself some coffee. Lavender only gave him an inch of space, continuing to stand right next to him as she ate his cereal.

"I also had a question," she said.

"No," Fetch just said.

"At least let me ask it before you blow me off, you might even like it," Lavender said, nudging him.

Fetch rolled his eyes at her, finishing setting up his drip coffee and not looking back at her until the coffee was beginning to run through the machine.

"Fine," he finally said, "what’s the question?"

"What kinda places can I stab a guy without him immediately bleeding out on me?" Lavender asked.

"Who pissed you off?" Fetch asked.

"Not important, where do I hit him?" Lavender asked, beginning to drink the milk from the bowl.

"...you can get away with a lot if you just avoid most major arteries and organs," Fetch said with a shrug, "if you hate them enough, try starting with the ass. Lots of fat, no major arteries…gotta watch out for the sciatic nerve there though."

"I don't care about the nerves," Lavender said, "arteries go fucking everywhere."

Fetch took a last drag from his cigarette, before extinguishing it in the last sip of Lavender’s milk. She glared at him, but he didn’t seem fazed as he simply took the bowl from her hands and put it in the sink. Then he put his arm around her shoulder, nudging her away from the sink. Lavender tensed at first, but the nudge was gentle, not rough like before, so she set a step forward.

Fetch moved behind her, first pulling her hair back over her shoulders, before wrapping his hands around her throat. His grip was both gentle and sturdy at the same time, and she could feel her heartbeat thump against his hands.

"Common carotid," Fetch said, "very hard to miss, probably the fastest way to kill someone, which is the opposite of what you want. They come together with the subclavian arteries into the aorta arch, just above the heart…"

His hands moved down, brushing past her collar bones. His right hand moved to the centre and down over her chest, while his left brushed down over her arm.

"The brachial artery you also wanna avoid, as well as the radial and the ulnar, but here, between the wrist and the knuckles…"

He lightly trailed his fingers over the back of her hand, indicating the area he was talking about.

"That’s a good spot. Might lose function in a finger or two depending on how deep you go, but you said you don’t care about the nerves."

His hand moved off of hers, brushing over her stomach and tracing a line in the middle until he met his right hand on her chest.

"The aorta at the centre of the action, feeding into all your organs. That generally makes the entire torso off-limits, since everything is packed in nice and tight."

"So, hands and ass?" Lavender asked.

Fetch moved his hands again, his left brushing the side of her face, while his right moved down her chest, her side, her hip…

"The cheeks, if you wanna be mean, can take a lot before the blood loss reaches dangerous amounts," he said, "the thighs, on the exterior side, are mostly fat and muscle."

He squeezed a bit, massaging the muscle gently.

"A good hit here will cause the muscle to seize, making it hard for them to get away from you," he said, before moving his hand again, slowly creeping towards the inside of her thigh, "but on the interior, the closer you get to the groin, the more chance you hit the femoral artery."

His hand moved a little closer to the centre again, but this time Lavender stopped him, grabbing onto his wrist and turning her head a bit to glare at him.

"Keep going if you wanna lose that hand," she said.

Fetch just moved his other hand under her chin.

"Make me."

Lavender pushed his hand away before letting go so she could turn around, she slapped his other hand away too, only to grab his shirt next and pulling him closer for a rough kiss, biting down on his lip until he pushed her off. It didn’t stop her though. She leaned back against the kitchen counter, pulling him with her and closer for another kiss. She let him lift her onto the counter, his grip on her thighs rough enough to leave a bruise…but she wasn’t interested in bruises today.

She pulled on his shirt, he broke the kiss again so he could take it off, but she didn’t follow suit just yet. She pulled him closer again, one hand on his belt, the other weaving in his hair until she could close her fist around a good handful of it, her nails scraping over his scalp as she yanked his head back, trailing kisses down his throat. He swatted her other hand away from his belt, trying to unbuckle it before she’d change her mind.

But her mind was already set, they just didn’t have the same goal in mind today. After he swatted her hand away, she groped around behind her for the knife block on the counter, until her hand locked around one of the handles. She didn’t know which size she grabbed, but it shouldn’t matter. Unless he lied to her.

She moved her other hand from his hair to his jaw, grabbing it tightly and pulling his head back down for another kiss, he had his eyes closed like a total sucker. She grinned, and jabbed the knife into his thigh with a sudden and swift movement.

"F— Mrrrgh!"

Fetch’s pained cry was drowned in her kiss, before he finally managed to pull away and stepped back, only to fall over as his muscle seized up, just like he said it would. Lavender tilted her head with a smirk as she watched him writhe on the floor.

"I see~" she said, "that’ll do perfectly. Thank you~"

"What the fuck, Rhodes?!" Fetch hissed, feeling like he’d warped straight down from cloud nine to the ninth circle of hell instead. He used the table to try and sit up a bit, so he had both his hands free to try and put some pressure on either side of the knife, though that hurt like a son of a bitch.

"Just wanna see how long this gives me," Lavender said, "will you bleed out before I finish my laundry~?"

"...probably not," Fetch said through gritted teeth.

"Most of your blood is probably still in your dick anyway," Lavender said with a chuckle.

"I am going to cook you your own liver for dinner one day," Fetch growled.

"That sounds so romantic, but I’m gonna have to take a raincheck," Lavender said, hopping off the counter, "where’s your first aid kit?"

"You know where it is, you thieving minx," Fetch snapped.

Lavender didn’t even bother denying it. She simply headed into the bathroom and pulled the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet behind the mirror. She took it back to the kitchen, sitting down next to Fetch and beginning to pull the knife out as slowly and painfully as possible. How could she not? It was simply far too amusing to watch his face twist in pain and anger whilst trying to keep the sound to a minimum so his downstairs neighbour wouldn’t get too suspicious from all the noise.

After she pulled the knife out, Fetch pushed her away, insisting on doing the rest himself. However, to properly access his wound, he did end up needing her help to slide his jeans down, which of course was the perfect moment for Erick to return.

"Oh my GOD you have a bedroom for this!" he said, covering his eyes, though he had already seen too much.

"I thought I told you to get lost?!" Fetch growled.

"You gave me five dollars, that gets me jack shit in this economy," Erick said.

"You only gave him five?" Lavender asked.

"Yeah— Wait, the fuck do you care?"

"Cause I bet him you’d give him ten, now I owe him twenty," Lavender said, "should’ve known you’d be a cheapskate."

"I told you so," Erick said.

"Get lost, Erick," Lavender said, "I left some bills on the machine, if you take more than twenty I’ll kill your dad."

"Sure you will," Erick said, blindly groping around for the bathroom door, and slipping inside.

"Why don’t you take that twenty and buy some supplies? You’re gonna be scrubbing this whole floor for that attitude," Fetch said.

"If you’re still alive by then," Erick said, "try and keep it down a bit, Ethel’s already asking about fifty shades."

"Ask her if she’s heard of fifty shades of red," Lavender said, pressing her hand on Fetch’s wound.

"Goddamnit woman!"

Lavender Rhodes belongs to @scarletfish8eta (DA, X) Here's an image impression of how cool she is.

Lavender and Fetch first cross paths in the Weeks and Villain's View crossover "Your Move" followed by the sequels "My Move" and "Our Move" — Collectively known as the YMO AU

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[chetchad]

Inappropriate decisions of '98

(WTRC!Brad Vickers x AFAB!reader)

WC; 5070

CW; p n v, age gap [20 and 35], drunk sex on one side, loss of virginity, reader has no pronouns but has breasts and wears bras, reader is catholic, I know nothing about catholics, Brad is a drunk sweetheart, inexperienced oral m!receiving, clothed on one side, naked on the other.

Date: November 13th, 1998

Time: 2:57 P.M

  It was rainy, as always, did it ever stop raining in Raccoon City? Brad huffed, still playing on his cell, as he's been doing since he bought the dang thing. Chris and Wesker threw pens at each other, Richard was playing solitaire on the boxy computer that sat on his desk, and Jill was sitting next to you while you read a Tiger Beat magazine.

   Sure, the magazine made you seem childish, but you were only twenty years old. Younger than the new rookie, Leon. But that's only because his birthday is only two months before yours. Everyone called you the baby of the team, and Jill was only three years older than you! Why don't they baby her too?

  Okay, maybe you were still kind of like a teenager. Sure, your Nokia 5110 and Sony Walkman are bedazzled with Lisa Frank stickers. Sure, you listen to Spice Girls and Brittany Spears, and you fawn over Leonardo DiCaprio. But that's besides the point! You're still a mature adult.

  Everyone adores you, honestly. Richard would stop anyone from saying anything remotely inappropriate, insisting that you need your innocence protected. Chris took the role as big brother, Wesker joked about taking the dad role, oh, but he embraced it after a while. Need money for the vending machine? Wesker's already there with a baggie of quarters. Bored? He's already suggesting things to keep you entertained. 

  Hell, even Leon's taken the role of best friend. Everyone thinks he's a bad influence on you. Leon? The pretty boy? A bad influence? Ha! That's cute; you're the bad influence and they know that. They just pretend not to.

  Brad on the other hand, doesn't like you much. Or he just pretends not to, and if that's the case, he'd make a good damn actor. But the thing is, you've begun to develop a small crush on him. Seriously? Out of everyone? Brad Vickers? Trust me, you've asked the same thing multiple times.

  Do you think about him every night? Yes. Do you fantasize about things that would make Richard clutch his pearls? Yes. Does it make you embarrassed? Absolutely!

  Honestly, you wish it was someone else and not the man who acts like you're the bane of his existence. Like, what'd you do to him? Come into his life? Because you blessed him with your presence, you're just a perfect little saint in everyone else's eyes, why not his? 

  You're done everything to try and get him, purposely dropping things and bending over in front of him, wearing crop-tops, all sorts of things!

  Finally, having enough, you set the magazine down and walked over to Brad with determination. Standing in front of him with your arms crossed and a sneer on your lips.

  “Brad, what'd I do to you?” You asked, slamming a hand down on his desk and jutting your bottom lip out.

  Everyone looked over with confusion. Why were you up in Brad's face like that? Brad didn't even look up from that damned game, too invested on the green screen.

  “What do you mean?” The blond asked and looked up at you through his lashes.

  “You know what I mean. You act like you're too high and mighty to be my friend. It's rude, jerk.” you huffed with a pout, straightening back up with a defeated look already.

  “Oh, you're just a little princess.” Brad answered with a smirk, looking up at you when he finally lost the game.

  “Don't call me princess!” you exclaimed, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

  “Princess.”

  “Oh, I'll show you princess.” You threatened and pointed a finger at him.

  “Don't threaten me with a good time, princess.” Brad teased, looking up at you with shit-eating grin.

  Richard glared at his friend, not liking the way he was talking to you, “Maybe you should stop talking–”

  Richard was cut off by Jill, who held a finger to her lips and shushed him, wanting to know how this interaction would end.

  “Like I'd ever do you, please, I have some standards.” You replied and crossed your arms, pouting like the little brat that you are.

  “And I'm the rude one?” Brad scoffed, setting his phone down and leaning towards you, “Me, you, tomorrow, 8:30, at J’s bar. Be there.”

  “Is this a fight…?” You asked slowly, confused by his wording.

  “It's a date.” Brad clarified, his heart fluttering quickly at your cute expression.

  “Oh, well it's a date then.”

  “Good,” Brad leaned back in his chair and smiled up at you, “And don't worry; they have highchairs.”

  You hardened your glare, “I'm not a baby!”

  “Keep telling yourself that.” Was all he hummed, grabbing his phone and starting over.

  With a triumphant smirk, you walked back to Jill and sat back down with your magazine. Everyone looked back and forth between you and Brad, before Richard mumbled something that everyone picked up; “Cradle-robber…”

  Brad quickly looked at his friend, his cheeks flushed a soft pink, “I-I'm not a cradle-robber!”

  Date: November 14th, 1998

Time: 8:26 P.M

  You were early, something you never were, but you're nervous so that's your excuse. You sat on the hood of your 90’ Honda Accord, waiting for Brad to arrive on this odd date. You began to bounce on the hood, listening to the clanks of the car with each bounce.

  “What are you doing?”

  You let out a startled squeak when you heard Brad's voice just appear from nowhere, “What the heck, man?! Scared the crap out of me!”

  Brad snickered, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his chapped lips, the orange amber illuminating in the dark lighting. “What are you doing out here in the cold? You could have gone inside.”

  “I was scared, I've never been in a bar before.” you answered and looked up at him with a deadpan look.

  “Ah, makes sense.” He hummed and sat down next to you. “Mind if we stay out here while I finish this?” He asked, referring to the cigarette in his mouth.

  “Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.” You replied sarcastically and laid back, staring up at the stars that looked like gold flicked on a black canvas.

  Brad snorted at your words and poked you exposed tummy, “Where's the rest of your shirt?”

  “It's called fashion, not like an oldie like you would understand.” You joked, looking over at him with a smirk.

  Brad held a hand to his chest like he was offended, taking a drag from the cancer stick before exhaling it away from you. “Please, I'm not that old.”

  You shook your head fondly, taking a moment to admire him, the heat rising in your cheeks when you noticed how handsome he was. When you came to your senses and got out of your mind, you noticed he was staring down at you with a small smirk.

  “Enjoying the view?” He snickered, holding the cigarette between his pointer and middle finger.

  “Just noticed how ugly you are.” you snorted and winked at him, and quietly coughing when you got a whiff of the smoke, “Ugh, you shouldn't smoke. It causes cancer, you know?”

  “I know, I know. I just like it.” He answered plainly, looking towards the bar. “You know, I'm curious; how do you have all this nice stuff? I mean, not your car obviously–”

  “Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!” you gasped, sitting up quickly and narrowing your eyes at him.

  “I'm just saying, it's just not a sports car or anything.” he defended himself, trying to de-escalate the situation.

  “Like you have some super cool car.” You huffed and leaned towards him, almost challenging him to retort.

  Brad's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, “Shut up…” Brad flicked the cigarette away and stood up, stomping on it and turning to look at you. “Ya ready?”

  You climbed off of the hood and stood next to him, nodding and linking your arm with his. The two of you made your way to the bar, Brad opened the door for you, “Ladies first.”

  “Wow, what a gentleman.” You snorted and walked in, recoiling at the hotness of the bar while flinching at the loudness of the bargoers. “Geez, couldn't we have gone to, like, McDonald's or something?”

  “Really? Why, so you can play in the play place?” The blond asked sarcastically as he walked in behind you, trying not to smile when you latched onto his arm from nervousness.

  “Maybe so.” You answered with a small grin, having a thought that this might not be so bad.

  Brad let out a soft chuckle that sounded like music to your ears, it was so soft and airy, making your knees weak almost immediately. The two of you eventually found a booth in the back, the bench covered in a red vinyl that creaked and moaned when you sat on it. After obtaining your menus, you guys sat in silence between the two of you, reading the foods.

  “You know, you never answered my question.” Brad informed you, not looking up from the list of items.

  “Oh, rich grandparents.” Was all you answered, deciding in your head that chicken strips and a cherry Coke sounds good.

  “Ah, again; makes sense.” Brad hummed, flagging down the waitress with his hand.

  The waitress walked over with a small notepad and a bubbly smile, she couldn't be much older than you. “Hi, what can I do for ya fine folks today?” She asked, a strong southern accent shining through her words.

  “Hm, I'll have a cheeseburger, medium rare, and a beer. Thank you.” Brad answered with a smile and set the menu down.

  The waitress nodded and hastily wrote down his order, before looking over at you, “And you?”

  “Erm, I'll have the chicken strips and a cherry Coke, with a mini umbrella if you could” You answered with a small smile, toying with the corner of the menu. “Thank you.”

  She nodded again and wrote down your order, before grabbing the menus and walking away from the table. Brad drummed his fingers on the oak table, staring at you intently.

  “Why didn't you order a beer or something?” Brad asked, and cringed at his own stupidity after he asked his question.

  “I'm not 21…?” You answered with a confused look, playing with a hangnail on your index finger.

  “I know, I'm just stupid.” He chuckled and gave you a lopsided grin, enjoying your confused face that reminded him of a little puppy.

  Almost everything you did reminded him of a cute, little puppy. Your sad eyes and pouty face that you made when you were upset, the way you followed every S.T.A.R.S. member around like a lost puppy dog. God, Brad just thinks that you're just the cutest puppy ever. Ever.

  No-one can compete with your cute cheeks, that adorable little nose, your pert ass, and pretty hips.

  Brad shook his head at the thoughts, and gave you a smile to reassure you that he was listening. You had such pretty lips that he couldn't stop thinking about, so pouty and pretty when you wear that cherry lip gloss of yours.

  “Anyway, Chris punched a boulder at the park when he lost our hide-and-seek game, he hurt the crap out of his hand.” You rambled on, stirring the straw in your glass of soda.

  When did you guys get your drinks? Brad didn't notice when the waitress came back with a glass and a bottle, the glass sporting a straw and a small pink umbrella per your request, while the other was just a plain brown glass bottle.

   Brad grabbed the neck of the bottle and brought it to his lips, taking a sip and setting it back down on the table. Noticing your curious gaze, he raised a brow and nodded his head towards the beer.

  “You want to try it?” Brad asked with a small smirk, tapping his fingernail against the glass, making a soft ting.

  “I dunno, won't I get in trouble?” You mumbled, unsure about taking a swig of his drink.

  “You'll be fine, I promise.” Brad cooed with a small smile, holding the bottle out to you. “But you don't have to if you don't want to.”

  With some contemplation, you nodded and grabbed the bottle from him, flinching at the shock when your fingertips brushed against one another.

  “You shocked me.” You grumbled with a pout, and slowly brought the bottle to your lips. While you took a sip, Brad smirked and gasped, “Is that Enrico?!”

  You spat the beer back into the bottle, shoving it to Brad and looking around the bar. That’s when you heard Brad burst out laugh, making you turn and glare at him, wiping the sticky liquid off your chin.

  “You prick!” You barked, narrowing your eyes at him and rambling about how mean he is, while he just laughed.

  “Aw, c’mon, you know it was funny.” Brad snorted, running a hand through his shaggy blond locks. “Ugh, why'd you spit it back into my drink?”

  “You big jerk…” you grumbled and crossed your arms, but dropped your pout when the waitress came with the food on trays.

  “Here ya guys go! Enjoy!” The waitress smiled and set the trays on the table, before walking back towards the kitchen.

  Brad's stomach grumbled when he got a whiff of the food, making him immediately grab his burger. The two of you ate, Brad slowly getting more and more drunk as time went on. Slowly getting more and more messy, making you grimace and cringe.

  “Princess, l-let’s go back to my place.” Brad slurred, trying to play footsies with you under the table but instead he just kicked you in the shins.

  “Yeah, I don't think you can drive like this. Lemme see your wallet; you said that you would pay.” You mumbled and held your hand out, watching Brad fumble and try to fish his wallet out of his jeans.

  Brad handed his wallet to you, mumbling incoherent jumbles of words. You opened his wallet and froze when you saw all the cards in his wallet, why does he have so many? Shaking your head, you flicked open the part where the money was held and groaned when all that was there was a condom and a five dollar bill. You grabbed your purse and grabbed forty dollars in cash, signing the bill and setting the twenties atop of it. 

  You grabbed Brad's wrist and tugged him out of the bar, shuddering at the cool breeze that nipped at your uncovered belly. Brad drunkenly stumbled with you, quietly giggling and hiccuping along the way. When you made it back to your Accord, you opened the passenger side door and groaned when you saw your bag of laundry that you took to the laundromat earlier. You tossed the bag in the backseat, and gestured for Brad to sit down. 

  Brad hobbled over, giving you a drunken smile and climbing into the seat. You walked to the other side of the car, checking the back passenger side tire before continuing to the driver's side. You clambered into the car, slotting the purple key in the ignition, twisting it until the engine came to life. You buckled up and looked over to see if the blond ever did, but he didn't.

  You huffed, leaning over and grabbing the seat belt. You pulled it across him, the belt hissing against his jacket and jeans, and clipped it in with a click that echoed through the small car. Brad drunkenly giggled, watching you pull out onto the road.

  “Brad, what's your address?” You asked, sitting at a stop sign, waiting for him to answer.

  Brad's answer came out between hiccups and giggles. The drive was mostly fine, besides Brad constantly loudly humming along with ‘Baby one more time’. You parked in Brad's driveway, Brad's house was a small one in the suburbs part of Raccoon. You turned the car off and clambered out, walking over to the passenger side door and opening it. You helped Brad walk to his front door, digging his keys from his pocket and thrusting it in the door knob. You froze when you heard a dog bark and ran to the door. You've never been too fond of dogs, you're more of a feline and reptile type person.

  “Brad, is your dog friendly?” You asked the man who was leaning against your side for support.

  “Mickey is friendly.” Brad slurred, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and nibbling on your skin.

  Your cheeks heated up at the feeling, blunt pleasure settling in between your hips. With a soft sigh, you turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, only to immediately be greeted by a blur of white. Brad's small Jack Russell, Mickey, jumped on your guys’ legs letting out excited yips.

  “Hi baby…” Brad murmured and pulled away from you, kneeling down and loving on his dog.

  “Brad, I'm going to go home–”

  Brad quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing the small bulge in his pants against your lower stomach. You shuddered at the feeling, your nipples hardening at the arousal that grew inside of you.

  “Please don't. I want you… I need you…” Brad pleaded, leaving wet kisses up and down your jaw and neck.

  You let out a soft moan, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to level out the pros and cons of staying and giving the drunken Brad what he wants. Is this taking advantage of him? That's what you're most worried about, would he be mad afterwards? Yeah, all the negative thoughts left as soon as he palms your breast through the thin ribbed fabric of your shirt.

  Your lips met in a sloppy, messy, wet kiss; the taste of his beer still lingering on his tongue. Mickey let out a confused whine, and walked back to the living room where his bed was. You and Brad could care less about the dog, not with this intense make out session. Brad grabbed handfuls of your ass, lifting you up to be level with him, grinding his semi-erection on your clothed cunt. You keened when his cock rubbed against your clit in such a delicious way, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure throughout your entire body.

  Brad pulled away, quietly panting and staring at you with half-lidded, lust-blown eyes. Brad set you down and started pulling you down the hall, wanting to get to his room as soon as possible. Fumbling with the doorknob, you and Brad made it to his room without fail. The inside was mostly bare, just housing the bare essentials: a bed, dresser, TV, floor, and walls. You know, the essentials.

  Brad giggled and sat on the edge of his bed, pulling you to stand between his legs. Brad stared up at you, rubbing circles on your hips with his thumbs and quietly mumbling to himself about how pretty you are. You leaned down and kissed his kiss-swollen lips sweetly, making Brad lay down on his back so you'd lay on him. You rested your forearms on either side of his head, leaning on them with your knees planted by his hips, straddling him.

  Letting out the softest noise of pleasure, Brad hooked his leg around your waist, and parted his lips for you. You shook your head and pulled away, looking down at him with a small, shy smile.

  “Brad, can I blow you..?” You asked oh-so-sweetly, sitting up on his stomach and resting your hands on his chest.

  Brad almost moaned at your words and nodded eagerly, chewing on his bottom lip. You climbed off of him and kneeled between his legs, making him sit up, wanting to watch the entire time. With nervousness, you hastily undid his belt pulling the metal prong through the hole in the leather, successfully undoing his belt. You unzipped his fly and popped the button of his pants open with nimble fingers, getting a glimpse of navy blue boxers that were tented up by his hard cock. Brad laid back down and lifted his hips up off the bed so it would be easier to remove his jeans. You tugged his jeans and boxers off, exposing his semi hard cock and his hefty balls that hung low.

  He's drunk. Of course he won't get fully hard.

  “Erm, I've never done this before…” You informed Brad, making him quickly sit up and stare at you with wide eyes.

  “N-never? You've never sucked a guy off before?” Brad asked nervously, running a hand through his hair and fiddling with the zipper on his jacket.

  “Uh, no. I haven't…” you mumbled, shyly gripping his cock and running your thumb across the slit.

  Brad let out a choked gasp slash moan, squeezing his eyes shut. “Are… are you a virgin?”

  Silence that made him feel a sense of dread and guilt. You were just a kid, weren't you? A little pure kid that hasn't been tainted yet, and now he feels like a creep. But God, the sight of you just playing with his cock with those eyes full of curiosity and fascination made his lust overcome guilt. 

  “I'll make it special, I-i promise.” Brad slurred, stroking your cheek and smiling softly.

  You smiled back and leaned forward, meekly licking the pudgy head and scrunching your nose up at the odd taste. Without thinking, you tried to take all of his half-hard cock into your mouth while not having any prior experience. You gagged and pulled away immediately, catching Brad's worried and disapproving eyes.

  “You shouldn't have done that…” Brad slurred with worry, “You okay?”

  “Yeah…” you nodded with an embarrassed sigh, “Can I just suck the tip?”

  Brad nodded with excitement, watching you with a dopey grin when you started sucking and licking his tip while he let out groans of pleasure. Brad's mind was fuzzy and everything was kind of spinning. 

  After, like, ten minutes of you playing and mouthing his tip, he never even came. Pulling back with a frustrated expression, you looked up at him with confusion.

  “Am I ugly or something?” You asked sarcastically, grabbing his hand and pressing kisses to his fingertips.

  “No, just have a h-hard time f-finishing when I'm drunk or high… or bored…” Brad drunkenly giggled, squirming at the ticklish feeling of you suckling at his fingers.

  You rolled your eyes and moaned around his fingers, licking between them, on the underside, sucking, just having a grand ole’ time with his hand.

  Brad pulled his spit covered hand out of your mouth and pulled you up to stand, tugging at the waistband of your pants. With an eyeroll, you toed your shoes off and pulled your pants down, revealing you plain white panties that had a cute little bow in the middle of the waistband. Brad blushed at the sight, and glanced up at your shirt, signaling to take it off too. You shyly pulled your shirt off over your head, showing him your light pink bra that didn't match your underwear.

  That's not the first thing Brad noticed. He noticed the cross that sat between your breasts. You're Catholic? Of course. Now he feels even more guilty. The silver was a deep contrast against your smooth cleavage, showing off the pride of Jesus. 

  Shaking his head, trying to shake his overcoming guilt, he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you to straddle his thighs. Brad glanced back, staring at the white gusset of your panties that slowly turned almost see through. 

  He could see the outline of your chubby pussy lips, making his mouth practically water at the sight of seeing your panty-covered pussy so close to his exposed cock. It made him want to pound into you and hear you cry out his name in ecstasy.

  Noticing his spaced off expression while he stared between your legs, you settled your cunt against his bare cock and ground on it. Brad whimpered at the sudden pleasure, resting his head on your shoulder and bucking his hips up into yours. Brad laid back and you unclasp your bra, exposing your breasts and pert nipples.

  With a soft sigh, you tugged your panties off awkwardly, whining when his cock came into contact with your drooling pussy. Brad eagerly reached down, sliding his finger between your cunt lips, and shoving his face against your breasts. Brad slid two fingers in your drippy hole, clumsily pushing his middle and index finger in and out while trying to find your clit with his thumb.

  Mewling in pleasure, you rolled your hips against his hand while he mouthed wetly at your cleavage. You felt yourself teetering towards the edge of orgasming, and then he took his hand away. 

  “Brad! Why?!” You cried, staring at him with eyes of betrayal.

  “Want you t-to cum around my cock…” he slurred, and pointed to the bedside table. “Are you… um… on birth control? Do we need t-to use a condom?”

  “I'm on birth control… but I'd like to use lube, I'd like to hurt as little as possible.” You murmured, pushing his jacket off of him and pushing his shirt up.

  “T-there’s some in the drawer…” he mumbled, watching you lean over and grab the clear bottle.

  You shivered when you squeezed the cold liquid in your palm, warming it up before you fisted it on Brad's cock, schlicks echoing throughout the small bedroom. Brad moaned, panting with his cheeks flushed a pretty pink, drool dribbling down his chin.

  You rubbed the leftover lube that was on your hand on to Brad's sheets, noting to yourself that you'll wash them in the morning for him. Grabbing the base of his dick, you slowly sank on it, letting out shaky sighs. Brad let out a choked moan, grabbing onto your hips and watching in awe. You rested your hands on his chest, thumbing his nipples and gasping in pleasure.

  Brad's pubes were soaked with lube and your slick, leaving a sticky mess for him to deal with later. Leaning down, you wrapped your lips around one of his nipples, licking firmly with the flat of your tongue.

  Brad cried out, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and pulling at it. You began pinching and rolling his other nipple between your pointer finger and thumb, practically basking in his noises of pleasure.

  Reaching down between your bodies, you toyed with your clit, getting closer and closer to climaxing. Brad on the other hand… the alcohol in his system definitely delayed his orgasm.

  Pulling away from his nipple and sitting back up, you bounced with fever, your breasts jiggling with each movement. Brad watched, memorized by your tits and the necklace that bounced with every thrust.

  With a wail of Brad's name, you came on his cock, leaving a milky white ring around the base. You fell forward on Brad's chest, exhausted and worn out. Brad scrambled and began thrusting up into your pussy, trying to chase his orgasm.

  “G-god, ‘m so close…” Brad whimpered, picking up his pace.

  You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, lapping at the sweaty skin and whimpering in overstimulation. Brad slurred out apologies when he came inside of you, leaving you feeling warm and full.

  Brad stilled, wrapping his arms around you and closing his eyes. You let out a quiet giggle, tears welling in your eyes when you felt an odd guilt in your gut. Brad kissed the side of your head, and pulled the blanket over the two of you. You closed your eyes, the guilt slowly dissipating while you drifted off into a sticky sleep.

    Date: November 15th, 1998

Time: 7:28 A.M

  Brad groaned, feeling his head pounding and his stomach churning. Quickly standing up and running to his bathroom, he kneeled in front of the toilet and gagged.

  You hummed with confusion, opening your eyes and looking towards the slightly opened door. Rolling out of the bed, you stumbled your way over to the bathroom and froze when you felt something dripping down the inside of your thigh. Looking down, you felt the heat rise in your cheeks when you saw a white substance oozing from your pussy and down your leg. You waddled over to the bathroom, and pushed the door open, scaring Brad out of his skin.

  Brad quickly glanced over at you with wide eyes, before resuming his puking. You walked over and grabbed his hair, holding his blond locks out of his face, and rubbing his back with your palm.

  After a minute, Brad curled up on the cold tile and groaned, before looking up at you and noticing your appearance. Brad's cheeks turned crimson when he remembered what happened just the night before.

  “Did I act stupid?” Brad mumbled with an embarrassed frown, noting that he needs to clean around the toilet more.

  “Not too bad, no.” You reassured and crouched down next to him, playing with his hair.

  Brad scoffed in disbelief, smiling fondly at your affection, “Yeah, not too bad.”

  “So, can I use your shower? I also might need to clean your sheets, I wiped lube on them, sorry...” You murmured, not looking at him from embarrassment.

  “It's fine; they've seen worse. And yeah, you can use the shower.” He replied and sat up, giving you a small smile, but soon laid back down he felt his head pound.

  “What about your shee–”

  “Don't argue with me. Just get in the shower.” Brad demanded and rolled his eyes, pointing to the shower.

  With a quiet scoff, you stood up and walked to the shower, turning it on and stepping in the warm water. Brad sighed and stood up, stumbling out of the bathroom and grabbing a pair of boxers he found on the floor. Putting the article on, he walked out of his room and to the kitchen, immediately being greeted by his dog

  “Hey, boy…” Brad grumbled and grabbed the Advil from the medicine cabinet and popped two of the peach color pills.

  Brad sat down at the table and held Mickey in his lap, listening to the shower run and you singing some popular pop song that he recognized but didn't know the name of.

“What am I going to do with princess?” Brad let out a soft laugh and shook his head.

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Its sad that they didn't trust charles to be the leader of the project. Now they're talking about him learning like he was some rookie. He will be 28 when lewis arrive, in his seven season at f1. That's his prime

The story of an unexperienced charles learning by having a wdc teammate already happened in 2019. They decided to send the wdc away and supposedly were going to focus on charles as the new leader, but that never happened. And now they're selling this lewis move with the same story again, "a opportunity for charles" he will learn", as if time hasn't passed. Maybe it's because charles looks very boyish still so it's easy to sell the apprentice narrative.

Honesty I wouldn't be surprised if after 2028 max eventually decides to try ferrari, they will boot charles away without ever actually giving him the car to win and trusting him to lead the project.

Hi Anon! Respectfully, hard disagree. I don't think this is a matter of Charles being inexperienced/an apprentice, who needs someone to learn from. Charles is a very capable and accomplished driver himself. That doesn't mean there aren't still things he can learn from someone with many more years of driving experience (in a championship-winning car no less) than him. It would be the same if Alonso had joined the team. Fernando is a very cunning driver who has often used his seniority in driving experience to his advantage. To not see it as an opportunity to learn new or improve existing skills, would be foolish.

I think Ferrari also hopes Lewis' knowledge of how Mercedes operates as a team, comparing their car to the ones he drove for Merc, etc. will be beneficial to help the Ferrari team grow. There are many reasons for Ferrari to want Lewis on their team, that are not needing someone else to lead the project.

Time will tell whether I am right in my assumptions, but I truly believe that they are not discarding Charles as their hope for next WDC. They know that Charles is extremely well liked all around, he is a marketing dream, the tifosi worship the ground he walks on, and after everything he has been through (both in his personal life and with Ferrari), it would be a true fairy tale if he was the one to bring the championship home again at last.

As for Ferrari booting Charles out for Max... Not going to say "inconceivable", because stranger things have happened in F1, but I'd find it highly unlikely with the current people in place at Ferrari, and what I know about Max (which, granted, is not a lot). Let's not forget they were at risk of losing Charles after Silverstone, and they ended up replacing Binotto with Fred, who has a strong relationship with Charles (and Lewis for that matter). And then they gave Fred pretty much free rein to hire/fire as he saw fit to make the team stronger, (with some of the first people to go being those who did not appear to be supporting Charles as the #1 driver).

I do feel like there is a risk of Lewis getting credit for turning the team around when he arrives in 2025, when it is clear that Fred has been working hard to make changes since he started last year. And Charles's input is clearly more valued now. His feedback/suggestions being implemented in car development, strategy, etc. So I really hope that Ferrari can already show this year that they are making giant steps forward, and Charles can pocket a decent number of podiums/wins. Of course there's no telling how dominant the Newey/RB/Max combo will be this year. We may just be looking at another season ending with 23/24 wins by RBR...

In closing, here is a lovely quote from John Elkann at the 2023 Las Vegas Grand Prix: "Charles is a very strong driver with enormous potential, and there is no reason why he cannot become world champion."

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I was going through some of your Leon meta posts for fic writing purposes. (I absolutely love your break down of Leon and it’s a great reference point for writing him) and I was rereading the Leon-Krauser ones, wondering if you had thoughts on Leon and Krauser relationship while training, specifically remake versions.

I supposed this ends up going into more head canon territory, but I’m just curious. We don’t see to much about their past relationship but I imagine there’s a lot there. There is the fact he seemingly knows about racoon, and I love your Krauser is an honest villain meta as well, so he clearly knows Leon very well. Probably better than most people. I’m just wondering if in your opinion they ever develop a friendship, or like a real mentor/trainee bond instead of Krauser just beating the shit out of him for six years. Like he does that anyways but there could be more to it.

Think Krauser ever took Leon to a bar for example? Breaks Leon’s poor nose and then is just like “here’s a beer rookie”.

So, based on Leon's dialogue and the random files you find throughout the game, we can kind of extrapolate that Krauser:

+ has always been kind of an asshole

+ loved and took care of his men

+ knew where the line was between aggression/ambition and overstepping too far into self-destruction (we can extrapolate from that that he was probably very disciplined)

I kind of think of him as being a really strict father. Like, think of a stereotypical sergeant in basic training and crank him up to 11. He probably didn't have an "acceptable range" for Leon's performance; either he did it perfectly, or he did it wrong, and Krauser was willing to run whatever drill he needed to for as many hours as he needed to until he got exactly the result he wanted.

And the thing about this was that he had to run this punishing (and, in some cases, literally torturous) training regimen without breaking Leon mentally. He had to find exactly where Leon's limit was and push him right up to that line without going over -- so, even though it may not seem it because he's totally gonzo bonkers nuts by the time of RE4make, Krauser probably has an exceptionally high level of emotional intelligence.

So, knowing that, paired with how dedicated he was to his actual unit outside of this one rookie, chances are that Krauser was just a more emotionally hardened Chris Redfield. I'm sure that he doled out the "good job, rookie"s when Leon deserved them. And I feel like, when Leon was really, really struggling with a thing and no amount of physical pressure or repeated tries was helping, he'd put it on pause and actually ask him what the problem was.

Because. Like. Krauser was chosen to be the combat trainer for this top secret experiment to create a super soldier, basically, for a reason. He would have known that he wasn't going to get anywhere with Leon if Leon didn't trust him.

So that's where the "What is it that you fight for, comrade rookie?" comes in.

I don't think Krauser ever took him out for a drink or anything, specifically to maintain a level of separation between them for training purposes, but I'm sure that he talked to Leon enough and got to know him well enough that he knew how to activate Leon's "I'm a good boy" response without getting too close.