#꒰📍꒱﹕my writing

[oharababe]

STRESS RELIEVER | MIGUEL O'HARA

⋆𐙚₊˚ premise: you're struggling to keep your focus with the stress and miguel offers to ease that worry off you.

⋆𐙚₊˚ cw: explicit content, finger f*cking, dirty talk. 18+

⋆𐙚₊˚ tags: modern + college au. afab reader + playboy miguel.

⋆𐙚₊˚ wc: 3,573

a/n. this is long overdue for @spikedhe4rt who requested miguel to finger fuck reader as a stress relief. i aged reader and miguel to between 22-23 in this oneshot since they're college students. this fic is longer than intended but hey, we like to take it slow burn here.

Sometimes you contemplate why you put yourself in this kind of situation. 

You were aware that you have exams coming up in the next few weeks. But you were focused on making sure that you got your assignments done before the deadline. So it was natural for you to prioritise those. You wish you had paid more attention to the dates because just when you thought that you would have more time to revise, you didn’t. Leaving you with only three weeks until your exam. And now you’re struggling to get information into your head. 

“Fuck,” you mumble. The machine makes a soft drilling noise as it pours coffee into your mug. You rub your forehead with your hand as you wait for your drink to finish. Thinking about what topics you need to revise for the exam. Mentally planning how you would organise and plan yourself for another long session of studying. It’s going to be another long night.

When your drink is ready, you stride your way to the dining table where all your notes and books are set. With not enough desk space you have in your room, the dining table has turned into your second desk to accommodate all the reading materials and your laptop to work on. You strap yourself in your seat, ready for another torturous session of studying for the finals. 

All the caffeine from the coffee, tea and sugary energy drinks didn’t last long in your system. At first, you feel the buzz of the caffeine that helps you go through two hours of reading and answering mock questions without a proper break. You feel yourself pushing through, feeling motivated that you can do this. But then, the effects wear off, and now you’re struggling through short video clips on your laptop after two hours into your study session. 

Your mind battles. Reminding you about the consequences of you losing more time. But you can’t be bothered at the moment. You are convincing yourself that you deserve a break from studying for fifteen minutes which turned into a two-hour rest and procrastination. 

At this rate, you know that you won't get any studying done. You’re going to have to face the consequences of that but you can’t be bothered about it for now. Staring mindlessly at your laptop with headphones on as you watch a reality television adaption to pass the time. 

“Dios, you’re still here this late?” 

Your eyes look up from your laptop to find your roommate in the dining area. Miguel stands at the entrance in his black leather jacket, red shirt underneath and dark-coloured jeans. His black helmet rests on his left lip and it looks like he’s returned from wherever he went or did. You didn’t realise that he wasn’t in the house you both shared all this time. “When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror? You look shit.” 

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.” You say. Your relationship with Miguel O’Hara is rather tricky, to say the least. Sometimes, the two of you get along and have a decent conversation with each other about careers, and personal experiences and share similar interests. Though other times, it’s not necessary. It’s mostly when he would bring people over to the house and then take one girl up to his room. Having to hear moans from the girls he fucked and Miguel’s growls and dirty talks. 

It annoys you to no end, especially the one incident when you walked into the bathroom with him getting a blow job in the shower. It’s still his fault for not locking the bathroom or even putting a sign on the door to say that he’s busy getting pleased.  

Even after that, your subtle attraction for Miguel still resonates with you. 

You realise your mug is empty, another drink that is supposed to keep you going has gone to waste in your system. You can’t be bothered but you know that you’ve wasted time not studying when you’re supposed to. So, you get up from your seat, walk into the kitchen and do the same routine that you’ve done the past few weeks when you’re cramming for finals. Either make your coffee, or tea or grab an energy drink. The caffeine from the coffee is too much for you to handle at the moment and tea isn’t strong enough for you. So you settle for an energy drink where it’s in between enough caffeine to maybe help you go through for another three hours for now. 

“Are you thinking of studying again?” Miguel sounds a bit disbelieving, but not surprised. He’s now in the kitchen with you as you take your energy drink of choice for the night—or early morning. You don’t want to look at the time “There’s no point. You’re not going to remember anything at this rate.”

“Can we just… not do this?” You warn, holding your hand up as a sign for him to stop talking. Stop creating conversations that would lead to an argument because you know it would happen. Especially with your emotions all over the place.  

Miguel stares at you, his eyes roaming up and down. Not long after, his lips curl into a smirk. Leaning his side against the frame of the long, rectangular entrance arch. “You’re stressed out. Miss Perfect finally breaks down for finals.”  

A tired sigh escapes out of your mouth. You focus to proceed on opening up the can, hearing its fizziness before pouring it into your mug. “You could say that.” 

The kitchen falls into silence. What he says is certainly true and you feel that you brought this on yourself. You were off-tracked with your assignments and didn’t check the right exam dates. It’s an error on your part but you are trying to do your best to make it through another year of college without failing. At this point, you’re willing to accept a passing grade just to make it to another year.  

“I’ll study and keep you company,” Miguel declares. “Only to make sure you stay focused and get on track. No more messing around. Got that?” 

You blink, unprepared for his words. You’re not sure why he’s doing this to you but what he said made a rush of warmth fill your chest. Despite his words, you guess that he thinks it’s better to have someone to study with rather than doing it alone. But you don’t ask Miguel if that’s his intention, in case he decides to rethink his offer.

“Thank you.” 

Miguel unfolds his arms and lets it drop to his sides. His hands are in his pockets as he’s about to leave, but then he looks over his shoulder to you. “And also; nadie bebe su bebida energética de una taza.” He says before disappearing elsewhere. 

You blink and look down at the mug in your hand, guessing that Miguel is talking about how energy drinks are meant to drink from their can, and not from a mug. 

* * * * * 

You did manage to push yourself for another two hours before you came crashing again. 

“I can’t focus on anything else right now. My mind has gone blank.” You sigh, slumping on your seat. That’s another study session that failed.

“Hm,” Miguel responds. Focusing on his study materials. “I think you’ve studied too much. That’s why you’re burned out.” 

There is some truth to his words. You have been pushing yourself to the bone for this exam and now your mind is haywired. Everything feels numbing in your head. The feelings of exhaustion, guilt and unbotheredness are jumbled in you. 

“I’m just really stressed out. I want to do well on this exam but my brain just… can’t grasp anything that I’ve studied.” You say, sounding a little disheartened. “I can’t focus, I can’t concentrate.” 

Miguel couldn’t help but glance at you. Taking in the way you’re slumped in your seat and how hollow your eyes are, filled with fatigue and emptiness. You look stressed out. He wonders when was the last time you had rest – a proper break. Not the stupid Pomodoro breaks where you take five to ten minutes of break time before getting back to studying. 

He wonders when was the last time you had taken care of yourself? 

Miguel turns his attention to you when he hears you close one of your heavy books. You let out a sigh, “I can’t even relax without being so much on edge. Fuck.” 

He thinks you’re right as he sees the way your body tenses in stress and anxiety. Miguel’s expression stays unfazed though he does feel sympathy seeing you in such a state. “Hey, you should get some rest. Go to bed early or something.” 

“I will after I attempt to get this lesson done. Then, I’ll go to bed.” 

Miguel gives you a solemn look. Your determination is one of the things he admires about you. Your willingness to do whatever it takes to get your points across. It made you endearing in his eyes. But at the moment, it’s making you look stubborn and somewhat prideful. The last thing you need is a bad experience of burnout before your exam, and he knows that you know this as well deep down.

“Let me help you to relax,” 

“Huh?” You shoot him a confused look. As if he’s said something unusual to you. “Help me… relax? How do you plan on doing that?” 

Miguel nods, “You are tensed up and you’re not getting anything remembered in your head. Your mind can’t focus.”  

You raise a brow at him, unsure where your roommate is coming from. Miguel is right, you do need to take a proper break since your productivity is rather counterproductive. But his words still puzzle you about how he can help you relax. “And how do you plan on doing that, exactly?” You ask curiously. “What do you do to relax when you’re stressed out?” 

“You know, go to the gym. Take a walk, drive around.” Miguel says it casually. “Sometimes masturbating helps to wire your brain to relax.”

You stare at your roommate before burying your face in your hands with a groan. Not only is the suggestion embarrassing but you have to imagine Miguel playing with himself. How his hands would stroke his cock, hot and pulsing in the palm of his hands. Envisioning the grunted breaths and deep groans he makes. It isn’t as if you haven’t done that to yourself either, pleasuring yourself. You’ve done that on the nights where you could hear the headboard of his bed from his room moving as the girl Miguel brought for the night kept moaning. 

You shake your head, dismissing the thoughts immediately. Or try to. “I’m not in the right mindset to do that.” 

Miguel raises an eyebrow. “I’m not saying you should do it. I’m offering to do it. It’s on the table for you.” 

“What?” You stare at him in shock and confusion. You think you heard him wrong but from the unfazed look on his face, you know that he is serious about this. Serious about giving you an orgasm, or maybe multiple orgasms. Because you know from the women and girls he brings over to fuck, Miguel has them moaning more than three times. 

When you open up your mouth, you can hear yourself stammering your words. The thought of it is disgusting but at the same time, arouses you. “Miguel, I–” 

“Do you trust me?” He asks, his red eyes piercing into yours. Captivating you to stop talking. To stop denying the offer of pleasure. You give Miguel a look of uncertainty, unsure how to respond to his offer.

“What’s it gonna be?” Miguel asks. The corner of his mouth curves up to a tiny smirk. “No pressure, chica. I want you to think about it and let me know if you’re up for it or not.” 

Miguel goes back to reading his study notes with a neutral expression as if the conversation didn’t happen. He doesn’t look at you and the silence in the room speaks volumes. Leaving you to think about the offer. You’re not sure why he is even offering himself to give you pleasure. Miguel is your friend, for goodness sake. The guy is out of your league and he has been with other people, you know this. Is he doing this out of pity or could there be more to it? 

The two of you have lived together for three years of schooling, and have known each other for that long. He doesn’t give you attention in a lustful way or lustful like he does with other girls; the kind of interest in starting a sexual relationship with you. It’s a blessing in disguise yet at the same time, you want a connection more than just being his friend. 

You have a crush on Miguel but he doesn’t seem the type of guy who isn’t ready to commit to one person just yet. Especially when you’re both still young and exploring life ahead.  

“Okay,” you closed your book with a thud. You catch his eyes when you fully turn to talk to him. This idea is already as insane as it is, but you’re desperate to stop feeling like a lost cause about your exam. You just want to forget about your test for a few minutes. Maybe a couple of hours at most. “I’ll take up on your offer. What I’ve been doing is not working, and I need some sort of break before I go insane.” 

Miguel grins and then puts his reading materials away. You always think that he looks so handsome when he smiles. “Well then. Move your books and laptop aside and sit on the table for me.” Miguel looks at you when you stare at him. “It will be a lot nicer like that, trust me.” He adds. 

“Okay, I’ll get my stuff out of the way.” You say and begin picking up your books and laptop. Miguel does the same, putting his things away, then turns his attention to look at you. 

You’re sitting on the edge of the table, waiting for his next words. The beating of your heart thumping is the only thing you can hear as you watch Miguel. He stands in front of you in between your thighs. Tall, built and handsome. His red eyes look down on you as they shine under the lights in the dining area. 

You feel his hands on the sides of your waistband shorts, his fingers brushing against your clothed skin and hips. “May I?” Miguel asks as he looks at you. 

“Sure,” you say. You’re not one to be nervous around easily but your roommate seems to have that effect on you. When you lift your hips slightly, Miguel curls his fingers on the waistband and pulls down your shorts. Discarding your clothed item you notice that he’s taken off your panties too. “Miguel–” 

His stare made you pause, his red piercing eyes keep you quiet. You’ve always known what Miguel’s eyes are like but in this moment of what you’re letting him do to you, it stirs feelings in you. The gaze in his eyes is fiery in desire; so focused and enraptured. He looks at you in silence – keeping his eyes on you – as he slowly pulls down everything and discards it somewhere in the room. 

“Open your legs a little for me, pretty,” Miguel tells you. “Yes, that’s it.” 

The heat on your cheeks burns you as your heart thumps in your chest at how intimate and vulnerable the situation looks. Never in your dreams you would be in this situation, much less doing it with Miguel O’Hara.

 “It’s not too late to change your mind and tell me no.” He says. Standing between your legs, his calloused fingers on your inner right thigh. “I won’t hate you for it.” 

Your breathing is soft and steady. “Shouldn’t you have asked me that before you took my panties off?” You chuckled with a small smile. You feel a little more relaxed about what you and he are starting. 

Miguel grins, “I probably should have.” His expression becomes serious. “I’ll start slow.” 

You watch as he puts two fingers in his mouth with a gentle suck. When he pulls them out, his digits are glistened wet under the lights. Lubricated and wet against his tan skin. Miguel catches you dazing at him, his intense expression stays on you, as he brings his fingers between your thighs. They find themselves between your flaps, tracing your inner folds with his fingertips. 

“You’re already wet before I touch you.” Miguel hums in approval. “That’s good.” 

His fingers move slowly like he promised. You feel him gather your sleek arousal with a gentle swipe of his thumb and move up to the hood of your cunt. You moan softly when you feel Miguel play with your clit, circling and putting just the right pressure that has you tingling in sensation. Your hands grip on the edge of the table as you brace yourself. 

“Gosh, that feels nice.” You sigh. Your eyes are closed, indulging in the pleasure, finding your body relaxed and mind in tranquillity. Focusing on feeling his fingers touch and tease your folds and clit. Maybe this is what you truly need for a break from intense studying. 

“I like the look on your face,” Miguel tells you. You can picture the smirk from the tone of his voice. “This is just the beginning of your stress relief.” 

You didn’t get to open your eyes and ask him what he meant when you felt something push inside your cunt. Your walls are wet and warm, feeling one of Miguel’s digits sliding into your pussy with ease. It has you gasping and moaning softly, your back arches and hands gripping tightly onto the table edge. Miguel has his index finger in you and he slips in his middle finger, stretching your pussy open. His thumb is still circling your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of you. 

“Stay still, bonita.” His voice deeps, almost growling. “And don’t think. Just focus on the feeling of my fingers. Relax for me.” 

You can’t help but tighten around his fingers from the command. Hoping that he didn’t feel the way your clit throbs from his command. You never heard him speak like that before – maybe not to you – but it sounds hot. All you could focus on is the way his fingers rub and massage your pussy. 

You can tell that Miguel is certainly experienced with the way he can tease your vulva and play with your clit, letting your breathless sighs and moans guide him. It’s completely easy to forget about anything else but being finger fuck by the guy you liked. 

“Oh, oh.” You softly moan, putting the heels of your feet on the edge of the table. Your hands clutch onto his forearms as Miguel fingers you. It has your head spinning with the way he alternates between fingering and rubbing your slick folds. The pace is not fast or slow-- just perfect, as it eases you off and you forget about what you're stressed about in the first place. 

And when he pushes his fingers into your pussy, it has you tilting your head back in ecstasy, moaning his name, as you feel him going deeper.

"So tight around my fingers. You definitely need this." Miguel smirks, his breath warms your neck. “Need a good stretch, don’t you, bonita?” 

You groan as you feel him continuously plunge his digits in and out of you. Miguel doesn’t stick to one way to pleasure you; he would rub your wet folds, flicker your clit up and down and sideways with his thumb, and circle your little pearl. At the corner of your eye, you see the corner of his mouth curve up in a smirk when clutching onto his forearms for dear life. 

“Miguel,” you mewl. The knot in your lower belly tightens when he plunges his whole fingers into your slick pussy, thrusting them in and out. Your body moves in a sudden, forward thrust when Miguel continues to come hither inside your pussy, having his fingers rubbing your G-spot. He doesn’t stop to flicker and circle your throbbing clit and a sultry gasp catches in your throat as your thighs begin to quiver. “Oh, fuck!” 

“That’s it, beautiful. Oh, you really do need this, don’t you?” Miguel asks almost mockingly. You arch your back in his embrace and let out another moan, feeling his two fingers flicking inside your pussy walls. He knows exactly what he’s doing, drawing out more noises from you as your lower body still trembles, and your cum spilling out of your folds and onto his fingers. 

It feels as if Miguel is toying with you and pussy for a long time, even after being overstimulated and sensitive. He slows down his ministrant but still has his fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit and wet folds. You relax in his arm, head on his shoulder as you regain your senses from orgasm. All thoughts cleared up in your head and you couldn’t even remember what you were thinking or doing earlier before being finger-fucked. 

Miguel’s voice sounds a little raspy and distinct, still toying with your cunt, as he whispers:  “Wanna continue this elsewhere?” 

[adiluv]

✦ : ❝ 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐨 !

꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which you're dear to him. 415 words.

꒰warnings꒱ reader is a professor of the armed archeologists, self-indulgent fluff.

꒰adi moment꒱ honestly felt like that one stock image of the person breaking their chains while i was writing this—thank you dr. ratio for helping me actually break through my writer's block! ♡ anyway, hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི ˆ ˘ ˆ꒱ྀི১

Despite the assumptions that one might make upon learning of your relationship with the self-declared "Mundanite," let it be known that Veritas Ratio is not a subtle lover. Far from it, really, at least when you get to know him.

And, for both better and worse, there doesn't exist another being within the universe that knows him just as intimately as you.

Undeniably arrogant, yet painstakingly obvious. Sharp-witted, with seemingly no care for the feelings of those around him, yet, in his own way, surprisingly caring of those plagued with misfortune. He says what he means and means what he says, if only because he cannot bear the inefficacy of beating around the bush, yet it means little when most find themselves in desperate need of a dictionary while attempting to converse with him.

It's contradictory, to say the least. Hypocritical, even, given just how misaligned these traits are. But such is the nature of the man you call yours, a decision that elicits both confusion and envy from students and staff alike.

Admittingly, however, it's rather difficult to bring yourself to care.

You can't, really, as the depths of his adoration become increasingly transparent over the course of your unlikely romance. As the walls he'd devotedly built come crashing down before your bright eyes, alabaster head all but abandoned as he embraces your presence, almost akin to a flower that turns to embrace the Sun's warmth.

No, you can't when he rushes to seek you out the moment his classes come to an end, muscular arms wrapped firmly around your waist as while you grade exams, chin resting atop your shoulder as he scolds the never-ending idiocy of his students. When he comes to dub you as his third panacea, mind and soul wholly entranced by your love, leaving him uncharacteristically tense whenever you're called away for an expedition.

Because it's practically impossible to care when you visit his home after returning, chatting with the man while he works on his latest sculpture only to find that its features come to resemble your own as the evening progresses. When he awakens the next morning, long before dawn, carefully untangling your bodies as he prepares to depart for his daily workout.

When, right before leaving, he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, half-asleep mind barely cognizant enough to understand the words he whispers against your skin.

"Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα."

... He's not subtle. Not at all. ♡

꒰𝟏.꒱ "Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα." — "You mean so much to me."

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[jaanii]

Zuko falls in love with Sokka in the Southern Water Tribe. Sokka falls in love with Zuko in the Fire Nation. It spirals from there.

or: (Zuko thinks a lot about blue, words, love, and Sokka // Sokka thinks a lot about red, touch, love, and Zuko)

one: sung me moon-struck

two: kissed me quite insane

three: (i think i made you up inside my head)

45.2k words (completed <3)

written for @ash-and-starlight based off of these 3 pieces of art (1 & 2 & 3) here you go <3 and also written for beloveds @boybff and @smilehoneyy <333333

[luvuomi]

( slight spoiler for my kuni omori smau on writing blog ) yuomi’s process of building out character connections in smaus:

[i23kazu]

imagine rp-ing to fix your characterisation of a character aha aha couldnt be me!! couldnt be me nuh uh

[jamminvroomvroom]

i present... george with children

(please jas i am beginning look at this man)

bestie it’s gonna happen. i swear it’s gonna happen. soon. i have a plan.

[bite-sized-devil]

Hello darling, it’s been a while hasn’t it? I’m sorry for my absence but I kinda burned myself out at the end of last year and had to step back from a lot of my activity.

I’m popping in because you remember that lil Beel drabble I wrote for you? Well, you might notice it’s been posted as a proper drabble but taking out Beel and making it generic for many characters… the reason I’m letting you know is because I didn’t want you to think I had been plagiarised.

If you do notice then you’re gonna know who I am 😅 but hey ho! Lots of love 💗💗

- 📍

Hi Hi Hi 🌻🌻

It's been an age! But it's ok, I missed you! But I also didn't want to stress you out or bother you. 💕

How could I forget it? It was a delicious little morsel I thoroughly enjoyed 🤤🥵

I nearly had a heart attack when I saw this message. I was like oh my! The big reveal is finally happening 🥳🥳 and then I spent like an hour trying to work out who you were! (Daddy Satan is pissed that my sleuthing skills are still pitiful 😮‍💨 I'm hoping my punishment is serve 😏)

Dare I say it? I couldn't possibly! 🫣🫣

I can't believe you are my thirsty little anon 👀👀

I will say, I've sent you a few different emoji anons 😏😏 you probably know which ones I am though! 😂

P.s um I love you! And I think you're amazing, did you know?

[darkclouds-rainsounds]

Pokemon Ocs

- Gen 5 "Banette collector" Quincent Illemni -

•He/Him pronouns

•Cis; after having done introspection on his gender, he ultimately decides he identifies with his assigned gender. Cis+, if you will

•Fat

•Dresses fancily but doesn't overdo it; he likes frills, lace, and ribbons

•Very skilled at sewing (by hand). He also knows how to cross stitch

•5'11", just barely 6'0" with his shoes (the heels on them are very short. They're like the heels of dress shoes) [180/183 cm]

•His braid is 7 feet and 11 inches long [241 cm]

•39 years old

•Unovan

•His vision in his right eye is utterly abysmal and without his monocle, he gets really bad headaches

Lives in a mansion in Lostlorn Forest. The mansion is actually rather sizeable (think the size of the mansion in Luigi's Mansion) yet even when looking down upon the forest from a bird's eye view you can't see it. The trees in the area around where his home resides are very tall and could be reasoned as to why his mansion can't be seen from above, even though one knows that doesn't actually make sense.

On foot, it's nigh impossible to find his mansion if you don't know exactly where you're going. Even if you know it exists, if you don't know the way, you'll just keep getting turned around and stuck wandering the forest for hours until you give up.

The mansion's secrecy is something Quincent himself is unaware of and is very confused to outright exasperated that people can't find his home.

This has unfortunately led to him having to actively go out and pick up things like his mail rather than it be delivered because absolutely no one has been able to find it. Knowing the address of his home does not equal knowing the way to it.

There are no illusions cast. The mansion just can't be found. It's not a property of the mansion itself... or maybe it is? It's not a property of the forest itself either. There are is no smoke or any mirrors, yet the "magic" is still on display.

An enigma with no answer.

The forest itself could be regarded as a liminal space, but as I said, there is no trickery at play.

The forest just simply is a forest.

[The interior of his mansion is also a lot like that of the mansion in Luigi's Mansion, except the layout makes more sense for someone alive to live in. I also want to quote this QnA from two of the developers of Luigi's Mansion back in 2005.

Q: Please tell us how Luigi's Mansion came to be?

Hideki Konno: There was an original plan which encompassed the stages revolving around a big house or apartment complex. Then some how we started thinking along the lines of something like a dollhouse. Then we started doing experiments with Mario and other characters being on a television set using a dollhouse. We kept trying to do something different. When we decided to put it on the GameCube, we wanted to do something fresh and we decided to use Luigi as the main character. The game ideas started following soon after.

Note the mention of a dollhouse. In Luigi's Mansion there is also a dollhouse in the mansion that functions like an "infinity mirror" effect. It's meta in its recognition that the very mansion Luigi is searching through is like a life-sized dollhouse.]

This is what the interior of Quincent's mansion is evocative of to the point of being very uncanny. It's made even worse with there being rows and rows of different kinds of dolls, some unmistakably Banettes (which makes you wonder about the nature of the other dolls and if they actually aren't what they seem...) lined up on shelves, on tables, sitting in little chairs, etc. It really is like someone playing dollhouse but everything is life-size.

And at least half of those dolls are animate.

Quincent doesn't see anything unsettling about this and sees it as completely normal. Not because he's so... disconnected... weird, like a lot of ghost-type trainers (hex maniacs come to mind) are that they view things like this as normal while to literally everyone else it's very obviously not.

For Quincent, it can best be described as him having "unusual" taste in aesthetic. He's not the kind of person who draws a summoning circle and sees it as "normal" because his sense of normality is completely skewed, it's more like he likes something that the wider populace just so happens to find unsettling.

If one were to enter his house and take note of the baffling amount of Banettes, they'd be surprised by the lack of a tense or oppressive air of death. A feeling of suffocating foreboding. Such a feeling does not pervade the area, but one might fool themselves into thinking it does just based on knowing they're in what would be considered to literally anyone else, a death trap. A spider's web.

To be so scared and paranoid you feel and imagine what isn't actually there.

The Banettes bear no ill will to others unless they actively try to hurt them or Quincent. They are completely docile, but they are not harmless. Do not confuse the two. Do not think the former inherently means the latter. You will regret it if you do.

Quincent cares for the Banettes as if they were his own children, but of course he doesn't treat them as if they are human children. It's like a step above how people in real life view their pets as "their children". Except to Quincent, they are more than just pets— rather, he does not view them as pets. But he also doesn't treat them like one would a human.

He loves them and cares for them so deeply that he himself is proof that with compassion, Banettes do in fact return to the plush dolls they once were prior to becoming Banettes.

❝Resentment at being cast off made it spring into being. Some say that treating it well will satisfy it, and it will once more become a stuffed toy.❞ - Ultra Moon dex entry

He treats all of them with great care and tends to their needs meticulously. They are very spoiled.

One would wonder how Quincent isn't constantly exhausted just from taking care of the sheer amount of Banettes in his abode— not to mention how much effort it takes to keep all of them happy and comfortable.

I mentioned that despite the copious amounts of Banettes in his house that there is a distinct lack of an oppressive air of death, and it's rather noteworthy due to the fact that Banettes are extremely dangerous. Almost every dex entry of theirs makes some mention of them being dolls animated and transformed into Banettes from having been abandoned and that they seek out those that disowned them for revenge.

❝Banette generates energy for laying strong curses by sticking pins into its own body. This Pokémon was originally a pitiful plush doll that was thrown away.❞ - Ruby dex entry

❝Strong feelings of hatred turned a puppet into a Pokémon. If it opens its mouth, its cursed energy escapes.❞ - FireRed/LeafGreen dex entries

❝A doll that became a Pokémon over its grudge from being junked. It seeks the child that disowned it.❞ - Diamond/Pearl/Platinum dex entries

❝It's a stuffed toy that was thrown away and became possessed, ever searching for the one who threw it away so it can exact its revenge.❞ - Ultra Sun dex entry

Yes, the Banettes within Quincent's home care about him to varying degrees (based on personality and how recent they were taken in by him) and (most) don't mean or (deliberately) cause him any harm, and they come across moreso as mischievous at best, but that doesn't erase the reality of how inherently dangerous they are considering WHY they even exist to begin with. Quincent can be more closely conceived as a "Banette whisperer"; he is the exception, not the norm.

Not all of the Banettes he cares for are particularly mischievous; much like all pokemon, they also have different personalities unique to the individual. It takes a lot of care and effort to tend to the wants and needs of so many different personalities and keep them happy.

There is something I want to make perfectly clear before continuing and that's that Quincent is NOT a trainer. There are many trainer classes, but Quincent is not any of them. He does not battle at all. Not with the Banettes or any pokemon. He is like the equivalent of NPC characters whose homes you enter and see they have a pet pokemon that they don't battle you with or are implied/stated to not battle at all.

Except the Banettes, of course, are not pets. Quincent is not their master. Quincent is not their owner— though when it comes to legal technicalities, he would be considered one; he just doesn't view himself that way. Thinking Quincent is their owner is more akin to thinking a parent is their child's owner.

Repulsive, isn't it? And that is how Quincent feels regarding the perception of being seen as his Banettes' owner.

Ah!, but just because I say they're "his"doesn't mean he owns them. Again, they are like his children, how else would you refer to children that are yours?

The nuance is important in understanding the kind of person Quincent is.

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I want to elaborate further on how Banettes are as a species and how trainers can even use a pokemon whose 'anchor' to the world is vengeance.

With Quincent being someone who loves and tends to Banettes under his care so earnestly that they turn back into ordinary dolls, this isn't to say that Banettes who are partnered to trainers hate them or don't actually like them, but usually a trainer has anywhere from 1–6 pokemon max depending on their capabilities to caring for particular pokemon.

Pokemon are animate beings with their own specific needs and not everyone is equipped to handle that, which is why those with a full team of six, let alone a diverse team of six, is extremely rare.

I think a way to explain the difference between Quincent and trainers who have Banettes is that even if a trainer has a genuine close bond with a Banette, if it doesn't revert back into an ordinary plush doll, said Banette probably still harbors a grudge or some kind of hatred towards the person who originally disowned it. The Banette does still love its trainer, but the grudge functions akin to something keeping a flame kindled; the flame being Banettes continued animation. It's something hidden deeply in the back but still there.

Quincent is someone who gives out so much love and compassion towards the Banettes in his care that he's able to get them to let go of their grudges. Considering the wording of Ultra Moon's dex entry, it comes across more like a rumor or something heard through the grapevine, "some say that treating it well will satisfy it, and it will once more become a stuffed toy."

But that dex entry actually isn't just a rumor or hypothesis because Quincent proves it to be true.

Now, there is something important to know about how Quincent views trainers who have Banettes, and there really isn't a clear cut answer for every single person, but to generalize a bit, he doesn't inherently feel negativity towards trainers with Banettes.

After all, they aren't the ones who abandoned a plush toy and said toy came to life, they're completely unrelated persons who met and caught a Banette and have it as a partner.

The only trainers he inherently despises are those who IV breed pokemon— especially Shuppets— for the express purpose of using them competitively.

Considering people who battle competitively more often than not IV breed their pokemon, it just serves as another nail in the heart. It's practically unheard of that those that IV train for certain pokemon keep all the "failures". Using Shuppet as an example, people IV training for a "perfect" Banette throw out Mew knows how many Shuppets and Banettes all because they don't meet their selfish standards.

Trainers who have way too many of a certain pokemon and have zero clue how to take care of that many of that kind of pokemon, and have no interest in caring for that many, are far more likely to just release them into the wild or, depending on where they live and the kind of excess pokemon it is, will have them put down so as to not completely screw over the ecosystem or have all those pokemon suffer in the wild where they don't have any survival skills.

To Quincent, they don't have that right. It's sick that people would just do something like this.

You could otherwise be the kindest, most altruistic, amiable, and compassionate person on the planet, but if he finds out you IV breed pokemon he will completely and without fault or compromise hate you. Though it's not like you'd notice unless you're very good at reading people's expressions and noted the sudden tensity in his body language and how much more reserved he becomes.

Although... his distaste is a bit more obvious if you can tell the subtle passive-aggressiveness laced in the respectful tone of his words.

"With all due respect," he could say, and most people would be none the wiser to the existence of the veneer of politeness in his words, concealing what he says but does not say.

(I personally headcanon that in-universe, IV breeders are significantly less than the amount of people in real life who do so as a hobby. They're more like Extreme Pokemon Fanatics™ that want to breed the absolute best a respective species can make and then put it to the test. It's like a gatcha with the lives of other living— or otherwise— beings which when imagined in a real world setting, is kinda fucked up)

EV training on the other hand, depending on the specifics, doesn't garner such a visceral hate towards trainers— including those who do it with Banettes— since it comes at the low low cost of not discarding the lives of pokemon over some arbitrary standards just for the purpose of making them fight.

EV training can start with a pokemon of any nature or level with the existence of mints and the ability to completely reset or remove some points to their stats and mold it as desired from there. So for EV training, Quincent doesn't hate it, but still feels a suspicion on whether the pokemon are truly loved by their trainers or if it's treated as "taking a route easier than IV breeding".

Quincent is not someone who'd blow up and make a scene over this, and he actually makes a strong effort to keep the disdain from his voice when he interacts with those kinds of people ('They're so prideful; they flaunt their hobby as if it's a status to be proud of...').

He acts polite and gives respect regardless of the person even if he really does not like them. Though, depending on just who they are, his emotions can— deliberately or not— leech into his words in the form of passive-aggression. He was born into wealth and thusly was raised in learning the ways of etiquette, and he will put it to use as he sees fit.

Beyond that, generally speaking, Quincent is actually a very pleasant person to interact with save for those of the prior mentioned kinds of people.

On a lighter note, Quincent adores children but his interactions with them are rather awkward. The closest thing he has to interacting with sapient beings who are not adults or humans but act childish and mischievous are his Banettes whom are very much not human children.

He is well aware that human children are not equivocal to Banettes, but he figures the way he interacts with his Banettes is at least.... hopefully? close enough to make for a positive interaction with them.

Suffice to say, he has had several children give him weird looks or call him weird to his face (He doesn't know which stings more: the toddlers calling him weird or the middle schoolers...). That, or they call him creepy and avoid him. I would be lying if I said one time an infant didn't instantly start crying the moment they saw him.

That was very distressing and he apologized profusely while internally he was heartbroken.

His lack of ability to interact with kids in a way that doesn't feel very reminiscent of "how do you do, fellow kids?"despite the tender age of being in his 30s, becomes all the much more glaring in how he interacts with his 15 year old sister.

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He's only met hymn once before, when he was 8 and Quincent was 31. He hadn't even known of hys existence until his mother contacted him and told him of Azzie's existence.

He didn't know how to respond to that.

He didn't know how to feel about that.

His mother told him she and her husband needed someplace for Azzie to stay because they had important legal business to attend to and he couldn't stay with them while they got it sorted.

"Because it's not safe for hymn to stay." She doesn't say and Quincent doesn't pick up on.

He agrees because what else was he to do? It's not just simply out of familial obligation, but the fact his mother contacted him for the first time in years and this is what she's dropping on him out of nowhere, he knows that it's because she has no other options.

So of course he agrees to letting Azzie stay with him for awhile until things get settled— though the fact this clusterbomb of information was dropped on him just mere days in advance of things needing to be done leaves him flustered and overall overwhelmed.

The more he dwells on the revelation that he had a whole sibling for eight whole years that he was completely unaware of until just a short while ago only leads to him becoming progressively frazzled and agitated.

It's at the interjection of a particularly worried Banette that he snaps back to reality and as convincingly as he can, reassures the Banette that everything's alright and that he's sorry for worrying it and the others who he now notes had been watching him with concerned gazes.

The way he stumbles in his words and the slight waver in his voice. The way his smile meant to assuage the Banettes' worries doesn't meet his eyes. He's not convincing anyone and he knows it.

He drops the subject that was causing him such considerable stress and returns back to his daily activities as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

The vast majority of his Banettes know him well enough to notice the minute tensity of his actions and that whatever was causing him such stress earlier was still bothering him.

Even as Quincent made the conscious effort to not dwell on the matter that troubled him so, it still pushed at the back of his mind, imbuing a sense of disquiet.

He knows that ruminating on the revelation of such information in the moment won't change anything, but he still can't help but wonder, "Why?"

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Days later, he goes and meets his sister whose existence was kept from him until there was no other choice than for him to learn of hys existence.

The greeting is kept short and not much else is said between him and his sister, for there would be more time when they get back to his place to sit down and get to know each other.

It doesn't take long between his arrival, a quick introduction to Azzie, his mother telling him what Azzie's needs are and that she'll keep him updated on what she can about... whatever's going on (perhaps it was foolish of him to have thought she would've changed in all this time), and her departing with a man he doesn't recognize but who he assumes is her current husband.

[I can't say much else regarding them, not out of secrecy, but because I don't have the rest of their first meeting figured out and I don't want to half-ass it. Though I will say,]

Quincent was surprised to learn, later when he and Azzie had returned to his home and got decently settled in, that he had the same last name him.

Illemni is not his mother's maiden name, it is his father's surname that his mother took when she married him so long ago.

His mother in the phone call a few days ago mentioned "my husband", so he knows for certain she remarried...

He wonders why his mother kept her ex-husband's surname.

He wonders why her current husband allowed that.

There are many things he doesn't understand about his mother, and many things he never will. No matter how much he learns.

An infinite mirror; where it starts, no one knows. A broken cycle.

And then a little later than that, he learns the context of Azzie's needs.

A lot of what's going on with hymn can and should have received medical attention for. He is surprised Azzie hasn't complained of the pain— or at the utmost least, extreme discomfort— he must be in at all.

What his mother told him pales to the true scope of what Azzie actually needs and he can't provide it.

There are many things about his mother he doesn't know, but he thought he at least knew her enough to have a good grasp on the kind of person she is. He knows her as someone who wouldn't let something like this slide, especially to her own child.

...Or maybe she did change.

He doesn't know if he should just drop everything and bring Azzie to the hospital to get hys eyes looked at— having to leave his Banettes here unattended for what he hopes would be a short amount of time, but he has a sneaking suspicion it would actually turn out to be far longer than that— or if he should just stay here and try to do the best he can for hymn.

In the end, after weighing the benefits and consequences of each decision, he chooses to not take Azzie out.

Guilt eats at him regardless. That he knows of the problem but is choosing to do nothing about it.

He doesn't know how much medical work he'd have to deal with if he were to go with the former option. That if he did, figuring out what's up with Azzie's eyes could actually be the tip of the metaphorical iceberg of issues he may have that Quincent can't physically see.

He isn't prepared for that possibility.

He doesn't know how conservative of information regarding his familial ties with Azzie his mother is in terms of medical work.

He doesn't know how many hurdles he'd possibly have to cross just to be able to get Azzie seen and him noted in hys records as a contactable family member.

He doesn't know how much time it would take, but he has a feeling it would far exceed the little more than a week he has with hymn.

He feels that this is just an excuse to justify why, with all his money even in a world with universal free healthcare, he doesn't do anything.

He does not hoard that wealth, but he still has so much of it that can readily be put to use and he does nothing.

And guilt eats at him.

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An accident occurs a couple days into Azzie's stay.

A child who doesn't have a pokemon and hasn't had any experience interacting with one before was too enraptured and curious.

Sometimes little kids don't seem to fully comprehend animals as living beings equal to them, but as something like toys.

How ironic then, for a Banette to swipe at a child for being treated like a non-sentient object.

Azzie didn't understand its body language and clear tell for hymn to stop. Quincent was standing watch nearby, and gently but urgently (as well as with spades of panic) tried to persuade Azzie to be more gentle and to leave the Banette alone for a bit, but he didn't listen.

Blood was shed that day. In all honesty, it didn't even hurt that much, but the shock of it sent hymn into full-on sobbing. The sight of blood also didn't help matters.

The slash was thankfully worse than it looked and wasn't deep enough to require stitches, but whether it scars or not, Quincent doesn't know.

Quincent calmed Azzie down enough to clean and patch up the cut on hys face. A cut upward of the right side of his jaw line up into his cheek.

Azzie was in hys room when Quincent gave a light talking to to the Banette in particular that hurt Azzie. Not a scolding, for it made it very clear that it wanted Azzie to stop and Quincent wasn't going to reprimand it for asserting its boundaries, but still explained to it that Azzie is a young child and doesn't know better and that that has to be kept in mind for hymn.

Later, when Azzie sees that Banette again roaming around as if nothing happened, as if it experienced no consequences for hurting hymn, a seed of resentment becomes planted in the heart.

When you're that young, it's easy to generalize in your emotions. When you're that young, you aren't very receptive to logic.

You don't have quite a good grasp of cause and effect yet and that not everything is black and white.

A resentment for the Banette that extends to the Banettes which illogically extends to ghost-types.

A resentment for Quincent.

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The rest of Azzie's stay tediously passes without further event (for better and for worse) and Quincent meets back up with his mother and her husband.

They don't look happy.

His mother is concise in her words; tells him "it's nothing that concerns you".

He thinks she's being maliciously secretive.

And then Azzie leaves with hys parents.

They don't meet again until 8 years later, where the generational gap between them is so much more stark now that Azzie is no longer elementary school-aged.

He knows not of the grudge that was formed all those years ago and that it stubbornly persisted despite Azzie being more than old enough to understand the illogicality of it.

He doesn't know how to interact with hymn.

He doesn't know what to do.

His ignorance that Azzie thinks deliberate only further makes the bramble grow.

And the divide deepens.

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Additional information

•Quincent actually feels a deep-seeded confusion as to why it's practically unheard of of Banettes reverting back into normal dolls. At first, he thought maybe the Banettes didn't like their trainers as much as he thought, but after seeing trainer bonds with their Banettes over the years, he discarded that theory.

He still doesn't understand why almost no Banettes— excluding his own— have been reported to have turned back into ordinary dolls, but he for several years hasn't inherently thought negatively or faulted trainers who have Banettes for a long time.

What he doesn't realize is that he's rather 'special'; 'gifted'; or some other in causing this to happen, and therefore doesn't comprehend that not just anyone can achieve what he has (No, it's not magic, I already explained the reason why they turn back into dolls).

This confusion is only exacerbated since from his understanding, he isn't doing anything particularly different from what trainers who love their Banettes do? [My guy, you basically devote your entire everything to their well-beings and care and have the privilege to accommodate that, something few trainers are able to do.]

•The prescription on his monocle is so strong it would make a person with at least decent vision's eyes cross and give them a horrible headache.

The only other person it would be beneficial to (if only hardly), is Azzie.

•He has a tooth gap in-between his top incisors. He also naturally has a toothy smile rather than keep his mouth closed. Additionally, his smile looks a bit crooked, not in terms of teeth, but how his lips curl when he smiles. It's more obvious the wider and more genuine it is (think Marie from Splatoon).

•He doesn't do this when not in public or with his Banettes, but whenever he's directly interacting with someone and he smiles genuinely and wide, he after a moment moves to cover his mouth behind a hand since he's aware most people tend to find open-mouthed smiles— especially crooked ones— unsavory, to say the least.

Not only that, but they tend to also be considered impolite or childish, and what with his upbringing, would only further serve to make him feel shamed and self-conscious. So, he acts to prevent the possible scenario from happening by ~graciously~ covering his mouth.

It takes him a moment to remember to do so since he's not used to interacting with others for long enough periods of time that they could get such a wide grin or a hearty laugh out of him. He's not in the habit of hiding that trait of his since he got himself to unlearn the act of concealing it— whether by covering it or outright making himself not smile in the way that's natural to him— and reclaim that aspect of himself a few years after he moved out and got his own place. But when in the presence of others, that old formerly instilled self-consciousness slowly seeps back in.

The manner in which he conceals his mouth is like how some people tend to cover the smiles with a loose hand so as to be polite; a social convention that most others do. You'd never know that seeing Quincent conceal his smile is actually rather sad if you don't know him.

•Not all of his Banettes look the exact same because realistically speaking, not every single abandoned doll who becomes a Banette is the exact same kind, so it'd only make sense for Banettes to vary in appearance.

•When out of his house, he wears his braid like a scarf so it doesn't drag on the ground. He takes care in gently uncoiling it from around his neck because if he just drops it, the sheer weight of it succumbing to gravity again with it not being supported anymore really fucking hurts.

A rough estimate of just how much hair he has in terms of weight is ~20 pounds. And that's without the pins.

He also occasionally gets headaches due to the sheer weight of his hair, though this is alleviated when he wears it like a scarf since it's being supported.

•His hair is so thick and fluffy that it's near impossible to braid if it were cut shorter than shoulder length. That said, due to it being so dense, it takes a LOT of strength to braid all of that hair into a single braid.

The process of doing his hair from beginning to end, in the event he decides to bite the bullet and do it himself, takes him thirteen hours minimum. As one can imagine, it leaves him utterly exhausted by the end and his arms will certainly be feeling it the next couple days.

Because of such, he otherwise always has his hair done at a salon and tips generously since he knows just how much of a strenuous task it is to wash, comb, and braid that much hair.

•Quincent has had to mend quite a few rips and tears in the bodies of his Banettes over the years, with stitches varying from either slip stitches for a near seamless repair to straight stitches to apply appliqués.

The Banettes are the ones who choose how they want to be mended, so long as their selection is possible depending on where the tear is and how big it is, Quincent will happily oblige and select whichever color thread a particular Banette desires from his visible color spectrum of an assortment.

•His hair pins may look like giant sewing pins, but they aren't capable of functioning like them. The ends of the pins are not sharp but instead dull. The whole thing is made of a lightweight metal with the colored ball parts being mostly hollow (the metal making up the balls is pretty thick but not actually solid all the way through).

•He wouldn't do this unless he had absolutely no choice but to do so in self-defense but... the pins can be taken out and used as blunt force weapons.

(He may or may not have done this to a Plasma grunt back during Team Plasma's first attempt in the name of "pokemon liberation", where not only were the Banettes in his home being threatened of being taken away and despite his best efforts at politely asking them to leave, tensions escalated and the grunt resorted to assault to force him to comply and this forced him to defend himself and he knocked the grunt unconscious.)

○An addendum in that the end of his hair that is unbraided (as well as the lower end of the braid itself) is bigger than the reference image would have you think. The leftover hair is as large as the length of an adult person's face and half as wide. So it's really a lot bigger than you'd think, and given that hair comes from the tail end of the braid, that part of the braid is also a bit larger than you'd think, but not too much.

As I've stated, his hair is very fluffy, so the ends that just hang out are super poofy, whereas the braid is pulled as taught as possible and appears thinner than the ends.

○The bits of hair that stick out of his braid is different than ??????????'s. His braid isn't falling apart from leaving it in for far too long, it's that way due to his hair texture and that not all of his hair is the exact same length, so some of it is bound to stick out. I think those who have thick hair— curly, kinky, or whatever— can attest, as I personally can. My hair just does that due to its texture, the same applies to Quincent. Though his hair texture is different from mine, the result is the same.

The hair that sticks out is NEVER in the inner zig-zag of the braid; they are everywhere else but there.

○The lines of the pins in the ref of his braid were left deliberately so as to better show where exactly they go through his hair at.

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THE END 🧡❤️

[aparttimewriter]

the reporter

lando norris x webber!reader

summary: the daughter of mark webber and oscar’s childhood best friend, lands her dream job reporting for f1 on the grid. and her constant present around the mcalren garage catches the eye of lando

social media au ✨

📍 Bahrain 🇧🇭

y/nwebber

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y/nwebber: we are racing in bahrain ! i am so excited to announce that for the 2023 season, i will be an f1 tv correspondent on the grid

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redbullracing: happy to see another webber on the grid

aussiegrit: so proud of my little girl you worked so hard for this ❤️

—y/nwebber: thanks dad xx

ferrarileclerc: y/n webber on the grid, as in f1 tiktok queen and mark webber’s daughter !!?

user213: just because her dad raced in f1, doesn’t mean she should be reporting on f1

mclarenboys: ahh yess !! y/n better get us more oscar content

marixxx: yes more women in motorsport !

oscarpiastri: f1 reporter or my personal photographer?

—y/nwebber: why not both 🤷‍♀️

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📍Melbourne, Australia 🇦🇺

y/nwebber

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y/nwebber: aussie aussie aussie, this girl is happy to be home x

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mclarenboys: y/n and oscar being bffs is so iconic!

logansargent: rare photo of oscar wearing clothes beside his mclaren stuff

—y/nwebber: i know i was shocked

— oscarpiastri: thanks for teaming up on me 😐

teampapaya: not logan and y/n bullying logan in the comments

redbullgirls: mark seems like he is the coolest dad

—y/nwebber: he’s about 10% cool 90% cringe

marixx: so excited to see y/n in the paddock this weekend

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y/nwebber

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y/nwebber: spent my weekend off at albert park

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mclaren: happy to see you in the papaya colours

vettlechamp: seeing y/n webber in a mclaren garage feels wrong 😂

oscarpiastri: always have time for a photo with a fan

—y/nwebber: bet you are really proud of that joke

teamcharles: y/n is out there living my f1 dream

user231: so does she do any reporting, or just hang out in the paddock taking photos

landonorris: only one mclaren driver photographed…rude

—y/nwebber: had to pick my favourite

a/n: i finally decided to write a fic just for my lando girls, and honestly i’m so excited for it !

[chlorinecake]

Are we getting anymore Riize smut anytime soon 😓🙏🏽

✶ Time It | 18+ RIIZE IMAGINES 💭

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ how long would each riize member last … ?!

contains: SMUT, implied overstim or multiple rounds, hand jobs and oral (m. receiving), precise timings, fem!reader

Shotaro ⏱︎ Given his stamina as a dancer, I’d say he normally lasts pretty long on his own, but with you, it’d be harder for him to hold back, asking you to slow down whenever he’s close just to drag it out with edging. He’d be a blushing mess, too, screwing his eyes shut as he lets out those little groans you love, struggling to keep his thighs still before finishing just under thirteen minutes …

Eunseok ⏱︎ He’s prone to hide his sounds whenever he’s inside of you, wanting to focus more on your pretty whimpers as he fucks into you, or the sound of your juices squelching together. Though, you can tell just by looking at his darkened eyes and listening to the way he pants while talking dirty to you that he’s in a total haze, giving you a little over ten minutes for round one …

Sungchan ⏱︎ I first wanna mention how fun this guy would be in the bedroom, showing you in his facial expressions how much he’s enjoying it, and maybe even laughing a little before groaning all loud and shamelessly. Still, I can imagine he’s built up an endurance with you over time, oozing from his tip before giving you his full load at around fifteen minutes …

Wonbin ⏱︎ So needy… I can see him rutting his hips into your hand as you fist him, or stroking your hair out of the way so he could see your pretty face taking him, only to roll his eyes back while breathing all heavy. He’d try his best to hold back and make things last longer, but once he gets fully lost in your touch, he’d be moaning your name in an easy eight minutes …

Seunghan ⏱︎ Alright so with him, I feel like he'd really wanna impress you, knowing from personal research that it takes more time for a woman to get there. He'd spit on your cunt for additional slick first, and experiment with his thrusting speeds to maximize both your pleasure. I’d say he’d give you a sweet ten to fifteen minutes if he’s taking his time ...

Sohee ⏱︎ My cute baby... I honestly get the vibe that he's a relatable mix of extremely horny yet inexperienced, hiding his face out of shyness, but also because if he keeps looking at the way your fingers are wrapped around him, he might finish in a heartbeat </3 ... Stick with a moderate pace, and he’d get off in six minutes or so… but expect him to want more pretty soon ...

Anton ⏱︎ Don’t be fooled by his innocent and bashful demeanor, ‘cause this guy will actually surprise you. You’d try to be nice by starting off slow, but he’d be a moaning mess underneath you in seconds, clinging to your hips while practically begging you to go faster. You two would have to work up to more than one round because he’s sensitive, but he’d last a good seven minutes …

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✶ still working on a masterlist so bare with me 🙏

✶ edit: 📍 the NEW RIIZE masterlist is here !! feel free to check it out if you’re interested in more works by me ^^

[oharababe]

ACROSS FOR COMFORT | MIGUEL O'HARA

⋆𐙚₊˚ premise: when he feels that the weight of the world is crushing him, miguel can only think of one person he can go to and unravel his biggest fears. he'd go to you even though you are far away from across the multiverse.

⋆𐙚₊˚ tags: spiderman 2099 miguel + afab reader. hurt/comfort, longing from afar.

⋆𐙚₊˚ wc: 2,148

Miguel knew that he divided the Spider Society the moment he let everyone know that they would not stop until Miles Morales was brought back to him. 

Anger coursed through his veins when the young Spider-Man managed to slip through his fingers and escape from the Society again. He’s been defeated by a sixteen year old boy, who only had a year experience as a vigilante, who didn’t know much about the big sacrifices all Spider-Heroes had to make. And yet, he managed to draw everyone out of headquarters so that he can escape where no one can find him. 

But Miguel will make sure that Miles is found, even if he has to take drastic measures in order to protect the Multiverse. 

The boy wasn’t supposed to be Spider-Man, and yet Miles managed to outsmart him single-handedly. Outsmarted himself, Spider-Man 2099. Who has been protecting the multiverse for years with more experiences compared to the young hero. Who has never seen how fragile the universe is. Who made one mistake that caused the ruins of other people’s lives, wiping their existences off the arachnid humanoid poly multiverse (yes, that name does sound a little far-fetched, but he will always refer to the multiverse as that). Miles Morales reminds him of himself, and Miguel hates it. The one who thought that he can have the best of both worlds; saving lives and having the people close to them alive.  

I thought we were supposed to be the good guys? 

We are, he told Gwen. They still protect the multiverse, saving people’s lives. He was keeping the universe together. And yet, he couldn’t get her words out of his head that echoed in the back of his mind. Miguel knows that the weight of his words and actions have divided the Society, but what was he supposed to do when he tried to explain the situation to Miles calmly and it didn’t work out? And the possibility of another multiverse wiping off its existence can happen again? 

Miles Morales reminds him of himself, believing that Spider-Man can have everything in his life. The reality of it is that they can’t. No matter how hard he tried and the consequences led to severe destruction because of him—it was selfish of Miguel to think he could have it all. 

Miguel sneers when a couple of the Spider-Heroes give their updates that they couldn’t find Miles Morales in the universe they’re assigned to. His fangs bare under his mask, the tone of his voice edge command and hint of desperation as he commands the heroes to continue their search on the young vigilante. The multiverse is large and he knew that Miles could be anywhere. But the boy wouldn’t be able to hide and escape away from him for too long. Miguel knows that—he’ll make sure to find Miles Morales and confinement will have to be done. 

Setting up coordinates to a certain dimension, he strode into the wormhole and reappeared at the end of the time tunnel. The rain has stopped and he’s greeted to a new environment. It was pitch black, quiet and the full moon brightens up the dark canvas of the skies. Feeling the serenity in the air, calmness begins to settle in him, something that he hasn’t felt in a long time. He scouted the multiverse, taking notes of which universes he visited so that he could look for Miles. Earth-223 is no different; his mission is still to catch the young boy. But a thought crosses his mind when he comes to this universe, and his heart starts to race a little faster. 

Miguel hasn’t visited Earth-223 in a while and his stomach curls as he overlooks a part of the city. He glances down at his gizmo and as he suspected, there are no energy levels of anomalies on Earth-223. He has a job to do—to protect the multiverse—but at that moment, his mind is drawn to one thing that he’s been hoping to do since his arrival. 

He moves and swings swiftly from one place to another, going to a place that he had in mind. With one last jump, Miguel lands on top of a roof building perfectly, landing on his feet and rising up to stand. He overlooks a particular street apartment that he’s been looking for. His eyes look down at the street and observe the citizens that walk past by. Miguel knows that he shouldn’t be doing this but a part of him couldn’t help himself to go along with the plan. To find someone from this universe that he knows well. 

And within his view, there you were. Walking down the streets of where your apartment complex is. Seeing how late it is at night, you must have just got off work, ready to return back to your home. He watches as you approach the apartment’s main entrance, taking out your keys and watching you enter the building. 

Miguel lets out a breath that he didn’t realise that he was holding back. You live on the fifth floor of the building and he contemplates on if he should do what he’s been wanting to do with you. In the apartment, he has a hunch that you’re walking up the stairs to your flat. It should take less than five minutes at least and his mind races as he debates on whether he should take the leap or not.  

“Lyla,” Miguel speaks up. “Call them.” 

“A-are... are you sure you want to do that?” Lyla questions. You should be on the way up to your place, maybe walking down the corridor as you prepare to get your keys out to get inside. He knows your routine like the back of his hand. 

“Just do it,” his voice firms. “Call them.” 

Lyla doesn’t argue and she tells him that she’s connecting his earpiece  to your phone number. Through the window of your apartment complex, he can see that the front door unlocks and opens. You step in, put down your bag and take off your coat to hang it up. Miguel sees that you stop midway and your hands pat down to your side pockets. He knows that his call is ringing on your phone because a smile appeared on your face despite how tired your day must have been. “Hey,” 

“Hey,” Miguel responds back. He notices you move around in your apartment, going to the kitchen. Your voice speaks to him on your end of the line, asking about what he has been up to with that calm and cheerful tone of yours. He keeps it brief about his day because he would rather hear about yours, than to remember the crisis he is currently facing. The mask on him disappears away as Miguel listens to you. His free hand rubs against the pad of his fingers together, sometimes running through his dark brown hair. His eyes never leave your sight as he sees you walking around in your kitchen, listening to you talk his ear off that he welcomes deeply. 

“When are you ever going to stop calling me that?” Miguel half jokes. The corner of his mouth curves up into a half smile. Though his words come across displeasure, his heart races at the nickname you made.  Please never stop calling me that. “Miguelito? Really?”

“Well, you never complain.” You tease back. There’s a moment of pause before he hears you speak up again. “Hey, I can tell something is bothering you. You okay?”

Miguel realises that he can never escape from your skepticalism, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. You’re the only civilian who knows about his identity and what he does, even if he isn’t the Spider-Man from your Earth. He knows better than to let anyone in but when it comes to you, he couldn’t stay away. Drawn to you like a moth to flame. Maybe in truth, the reason he is on your Earth is not to find Miles Morales. But rather, to look for you.

“I don’t know if what I did was the right thing to do.” Miguel’s voice wavers. 

Quietness settles between the two of you, and he allows himself to lower his guard down as his voice guides him. “I know that I have to be the one to do it. But I just… don’t know where I am going with this. I thought I knew what it takes to carry this burden.” 

Miguel sighs, the weight of his thoughts and words prior tightens in his chest. He finds it a struggle to downright say that he wants to express at times. He stayed silent and exhaled out slowly, his chest deflated. Miguel’s eyes clock on your figure by the window and though he could only see a side profile of you, he catches a small glimpse of you quietly as well. Not long after, you speak up. “I’m really sorry that you’re having a rough time.” 

“I feel that I did this to myself. Always so… rigid.” A solemn expression etched on his face. 

“True but you have gone through a lot.” 

“There’s this new kid who isn’t like the rest. Different. Which worries me.” Miguel begins. “I told him about the predicament of the future of all Spider-Man—that we will all lose someone close to us. And, Miles wouldn’t accept that.” 

“I see.” You say. “Who is he predicted to lose?” 

“His father, a Captain.” Miguel says. “Miles is trying to change the future and I can’t let that happen.” His voice sterns for a brief moment. “Or else he’s making the same mistake as I did. Have the same guilt that I carry.” 

 The invisible weight he feels in his mind and chest lightens somehow when he tells you what’s going on. You’re quiet when he’s done talking and there’s a moment of pause lingering between you two. 

“I don’t really know much about the effects of messing up timelines,” you say. “But from an outsider’s perspective, it seems that Miles would go against the predicted fates because he would rather give all he’s got than do nothing. Even if he’d get hurt by messing up the timeline, I think Miles would be even more hurt and guilt-ridden if he didn’t give it a try for himself to save someone.” 

Miguel stays quiet. There is something in your words that reaches him, anchoring him to see things differently. You’ve always been good at putting things into a different perspective. 

“I know you care for the kid, Miggy.” You continue. “Even though you have an odd way of demonstrating that.” 

He could imagine the corner of your mouth curving up into a smile as you chuckle softly at your end of the line. And he does the same; cracking a smile on his face for once since the mess of the Spider Society everything happened. Miguel allows himself to venture with the idea of a peaceful life with you; a life where he would return home to you on his good and bad days, and you would be the one he is excited to come home to. He wants to be comforted by you. To hold you in his arms, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. 

He wishes he could just be with you. To him, you are his world. But he knows that you’re only a tiny fraction of this multiverse he swore to protect, even if it means keeping his distance away from you. 

“Miguel? Are you still there?” Your voice speaks through the earpiece. 

He cleared his throat, breaking away his thoughts of a life he knew that he couldn’t really have. “Yeah, I’m here.” 

“Thought I lost you for a moment, there,” you say. Miguel sees you moving around in your living room and settles to sit in the middle of your sofa. You cross your legs in a lotus position and he couldn’t help but watch you, feeling himself strained to stop the smile from forming. But he couldn’t help it, not when you look so carefree and safe. 

“Anyways, are you free to swing by? I made an extra batch of food to share.” You said. “Feel like I cooked a bit too much this time.”

“Not this time I’m afraid.” Miguel says. “Work’s getting intense.” 

“That’s a shame,” you tell him. “Well, I don’t know where you are but that doesn’t mean you can’t escape from me telling you off. And to remind you to look after yourself.” He sees you stuff a spoonful of food into your mouth. He gives you a moment to eat but still manages to talk to him. “Or else who am I going to ramble someone’s ear off but yours?” 

You are what he is protecting, and he’ll do anything to make sure the world you’re in is safe. 

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[adiluv]

✦ : ❝ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 !

i've always wanted to try making one of these types of posts, and since i didn't have anything easily ready to post this weekend, i figured i'd might as well give it a shot! ꒰ironically, getting the colors to work for all of the character's names was harder than writing everything.꒱ hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀི১

612 words. character order is bold > normal > italic; raiden shogun as the puppet, not ei; written before clorinde, navia, and wriothesley release; barely edited.

Gently. A soft touch that flutters over your knuckles, to the point where you’re left to question whether or not you’d even felt it, their lips pressing against your skin, lingering for a second or two before relocating to another part of your face. There’s no rush, in their mind, only this moment of intimacy between the both of you—only this shared moment where they’re allowed to bathe in your presence the same way you bathe in the sunlight’s warmth.

The rest of Teyvat is left forgotten as they reach for two teacups, arms loosely wrapped around your waist as they guide you to sit beside them, planting a kiss or two on your cheek as they pour a cup for the both of you. You’ll hold each other like this, sipping at your beverages as they inquire about your day—the stresses and responsibilities of theirs fading away in your closeness.

Lisa, Zhongli, Ayato, Dehya, Kazuha, Wriothesley, Kaveh, Navia, Ningguang.

Hesitantly. Unversed in the concept of affection, they’ve yet to entirely adjust to the idea of being in a romantic partnership, the thought of being within one seemingly wholly outlandish before they’d met you. While you’re more than content to take the lead within your relationship, initiating physical affection and all the like, they can’t help but wish to do the same for you—keep you safe within their arms and show you just how grateful they are for your love.

This desire culminates in them walking up behind you, timidly wrapping their arms around you as they ask whether or not you’re comfortable within their hold. This initial experimentation begins with them holding you as though you’re made of glass, though they’ll slowly begin to warm up and become more confident over time. Although their fingers still nervously twitch as they hover over your skin, please don’t tease them too much. They’re trying their best.

Kabukimono, Neuvillette, Xiao, Al-Haitham, Eula, Albedo, Clorinde, Raiden Shogun.

Tenderly. They love you—they’re whipped for you, really—love teasing you for interrupting their work, conveniently ignoring the fact that it was ꒰truthfully꒱ beginning to drive them mad. They silently thank Celestia whenever you visit during the afternoon, squeezing yourself into their chair as the both of you share a meal, allowing their mind a much needed break from their duties—though you’d never know with the flirtatious taunts falling past their lips.

During the evening, your attempts to have them accompany you back to your shared home often result in you sitting atop their lap, leaning into their touch, and listening to their heartbeat as you wait for them to finish up just a few more papers and pack up for the night. Neither of you really even realize just how much time has passed before they’re finally ready to leave, too immersed within your conversation ꒰gossip, of which they hear a lot꒱ to pay attention to the ticking of the clock.

Beidou, Kaeya, Ayato, Childe, Heizou, Wriothesley, Yae Miko.

Possessively. There’s absolutely no contesting their grip once they pull you towards them, arms tightly wrapping around your form and leaving zero chance of escape. They’ll lean down towards you, burying their head in the crook of your neck as you’re held still, whispering against your skin that you’re left unable to decipher—though you suspect it's intentional.

Any semblance of space that existed between the both of you is wholly destroyed, bodies flush against each other and their arms pushing you even further into them—almost as if they’re attempting to fuse the both of you together. Their head turns towards you at some point, stars dancing about in their eyes as you catch sight of the small blush dusting their cheeks. Point it out, however, and they’ll be quick to break the embrace, pushing you away with remarkable speed and insisting that you were mistaken.

Scaramouche, Wanderer, La Signora.

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[jaanii]

In the hazy breath of summer right after they win the war, Sokka thinks about Zuko and himself.

[luvuomi]

an excerpt from my unnamed & heavily unfinished lyney fic:

Thin, frail hands reached out to grab hold of the brass knob that was cold to the touch, slowly twisting and pushing open the grand doors. Their deafening sound disrupts the unperturbed silence of the other room. At first, Lyney is hesitant to continue further in. The lack of human presence indirectly urged him to turn back and find Lynette.

However, as his curious eyes wander across the hall that appears to stretch on for what seemed like several miles, he unknowingly finds himself walking forward. The plush carpet below softening his footsteps as he gazes in awe at the room’s emanate opulence: pedestals where pristine ceramic vases sat upon holding flowers, modest paintings of pleasant fields or mountains of solitude, and the array of tall windows that filter in ample sunlight through draping curtains.

Though he walks a good distance away from such novel furnishings, he continues to remain careful for the unknown fear that he may accidentally knock something over. Forget damaging—he may as well leave a stain on this place with his own breath.

Wavering footsteps eventually recede to a halt as his eyes catch sight of a particular painting.

Gilded in gold, it depicts a woman elegantly sitting upon a throne. Her black gloved hands rest leisurely upon her lap, contrasting her straight and refined posture. Rose gold hair styled in a loose braid that falls seamlessly down her shoulder, complimenting her poised sea-green eyes. Though she displayed a cordial smile akin to that of a loving mother, something about her gaze unsettled Lyney. Like it held a glint of rancor that most would not perceive.

Stationed beside this painting, was another more distinguishable portrait. It portrayed yet another woman of equal eminence, if not more. But even at a mere glance, it was obvious she held more eccentricities about her. She sat upon the throne as though it were any other seat: one leg crossed over the other and cheek languidly resting upon her hand, further emphasizing her impartial demeanor. Layered black and white hair that extends almost down to her shoulders on one side and—her eyes.

They are not ones Lyney has ever seen before. Black as a moonless night with striking red pupils shaped like “X’s.” Compared to the previous woman, this one evidently held a more daunting presence, even within the confines of a painting. Yet despite such looming authority, something about her held more sincerity. For what exactly, Lyney has no clue.

All he knows is that should he ever come face to face with such a woman, he would undoubtedly take her words as they are, without question.

Gradually peeling his eyes away from the paintings, Lyney’s gaze then landed upon another item of interest, one that stood at the center of the room and that he’s surprisingly failed to notice until now—a grand piano.

Approaching the instrument, Lyney’s eyes examine its spotless condition. Free of any marks or scratches as his fingers gently grazed along the black and white keys before taking a seat. He plays one note, and then another, the soft sound managing to echo throughout the entire hall. He definitely shouldn’t be touching this, his mind tells him. Though his actions speak otherwise. Slowly positioning his hands on the keys, Lyney begins to play.

It’s a melancholic tune that plays, but one so cathartic it brings the world to a standstill. He was never one to find great enjoyment in playing such an instrument. Lynette had often told him to put such talents to greater use, perhaps performing in the grandest of stages like the Opera Epiclese, but Lyney never indulged those possibilities.

Such an opportunity should only be granted to those who have a true passion for playing a beautiful instrument like the piano. Not someone like him who only used it as a means to get by.

“What are you doing?” A stringent voice cuts through the somber melody, immediately making Lyney’s hands flinch away from the keys and head dart at the person standing a few feet away. Their expression mirrored their tone of voice: cold and apathetic. Had they been here this entire time?

Upon receiving no response, their eyes narrow at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Lyney!” He blurts out immediately, shooting up from his seat that almost knocks over the stool behind him. He winces a bit at the commotion he’s now caused. “I mean–my name. My name is Lyney…”

“...Lyney?” The person repeats, voice dripping with doubt and ready to suspect him of hiding his true identity. But then there’s a pause and Lyney watches as their face morphs from a look of ponder to a scowl before they speak again. “Oh. So you’re the one “Father” talked about bringing in.”

[i23kazu]

okay yall get to choose the next drabble's character. neuvillette or wriothesley