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starsinthesky5 · 1 month ago

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you wrote in the lingerie fic that joe had a polaroid of her, but would joe and songbird ever 🎥themselves or no bc of how famous they are? bc i fear that would send joe into cardiac arrest if he gets to see her everyday like that

a/n: ovulation once again has a strong hold on me im so sorry LMAO

warnings: nsfw, smut

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they don’t do it often, record themselves. not because they don’t want to. in fact, joe thinks about it more than he’d ever admit. the idea of watching her, of seeing her soft and needy and wrecked for him, playing it back when he’s away on the road or holed up in a hotel room aching for her, has haunted him more than once. he’s fantasized about it in the quiet of his own mind, her voice cracking on his name, the shimmer of sweat on her skin, the little “oh” she gasps out when he hits that spot just right—all of it captured. preserved. his. but they’re both famous. and fame makes everything a little less private, a little more terrifying.

joe’s cautious by nature. guarded. careful in the way he carries himself, the way he loves, the way he protects what’s his. even the idea of recording something intimate sends a million alarms through his head—he thinks of phone hacks, leaks, prying eyes, even teammates getting too curious in the wrong moment. he doesn’t even like leaving voicemails too often. so when the idea first comes up—half-jokingly, lazily tossed out while they’re tangled up under the covers on a bye week morning—his gut reaction is no. absolutely not. “baby,” he groans into her shoulder, “i’d have a heart attack. i’d spiral. i’d never sleep again,” and she laughs, sweet and sleepy, pressing kisses to his hair because of course he’s panicking already. of course he’s thinking ten steps ahead about the what-ifs and the leaks and the worst-case scenarios.

but eventually—maybe not that day, maybe not even that month—he changes his mind.

it happens one night when he’s home during the offseason, and she’s just glowing. soft light from the bedside lamp, skin dewy from the bath she took, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts (because what else would she be wearing). she climbs onto his lap with sleepy eyes and hips that roll like she knows she’s already got him undone. and something about the way she whispers, “can i ride you, baby?” with her lips brushing his ear—so confident, so fucking pretty, so herself—makes his brain short-circuit.

he asks her quietly, breathlessly, “can i film this?” and she pauses. blinks. “you sure?” and he is. because they’ve talked about it. because it’s them. he knows she trusts him completely, and he trusts her just the same.

joe props the camera on the edge of the dresser, angled just so. she’s already straddling him when he presses record—bare except for her thighs draped over his, that soft flush high on her cheeks, and the 'j' necklace she never takes off catching the light. her hips roll slow, teasing, and joe’s hands are on her waist, eyes never leaving her face. “fuck,” he mutters, already breathless. “you’re so pretty like this, baby,”. she smiles and leans in to kiss him, her fingers threading through the back of his hair. the lens captures the way her spine arches when he thrusts up into her, how her head tips back as a moan slips from her lips, the way his hand slides up her back like he can’t stand not touching every inch of her. it’s not just sex—it’s them, laid bare in the most honest way. his low, ruined whisper of her name. the way she gasps “just like that, don’t stop,” and his hand tightens on her hip because he can’t. not when she sounds like that. not when he knows he’ll be replaying this exact moment every time he’s desperate and missing her. and the camera captures all of it—the worship in his touch, the wrecked look in her eyes, and the raw, unfiltered kind of love that’s meant to be hidden from the world.

they’re so careful. it’s never shot on his actual phone—he buys a tiny, password-locked digital camera they ordered off some online tech shop together, something without bluetooth or cloud syncing or any risk of accident. it never touches wi-fi.

joe treats it like a damn national secret. after they record, he immediately transfers it to a flash drive. deletes the footage from the camcorder. then deletes the trash bin too. the flash drive never leaves his possession. he keeps it tucked in a little zipper pouch in his suitcase when he travels—never in a carry-on, never in a shared space, always locked. password protected. sometimes even double-encrypted. because yes, it turns him on like nothing else in the world, but it’s also sacred. it’s her. and he would rather die than let the world see her like that—not because he’s ashamed, but because that version of her is only meant for him.

and oh god, that version of her. hips rolling, thighs tight around him, hair messy and clinging to her damp neck, soft little gasp slipping out when he grabs her ass and thrusts up just right. there’s one video—his favorite—that starts with her whispering, “you’re gonna watch this when you miss me, huh?” and joe groans, “don’t tease me like that,” and then it’s so much worse when he’s lying in a hotel bed at 2 a.m., his fist wrapped tight around himself, watching her rock into him with that voice echoing in his ears.

they only watch them together occasionally—usually when they’re missing each other a little too much, or when she’s being a brat and he wants to remind her how sweet she sounds when she’s begging. but he watches alone more than she knows. when the nights get long. when practice has him on edge. when he needs to remember what’s waiting for him at home.

and she loves knowing it. loves that she’s the only one who gets to undo him like that. sometimes she’ll whisper in his ear, wicked and soft, “think about the video, baby,” and it wrecks him.

they don’t film often. maybe once every few months, only when the timing feels right. only when they both agree. but it’s never just sex on a screen—it’s them. captured in a way the world will never get to see. private. filthy. reverent.

and yeah. joe’s still so paranoid he checks that flash drive’s location like he’s protecting state secrets.

but it’s worth it. every single second of it.

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lmaowhatt · 21 days ago

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A SCHOOL DAY WITH LOVER BOY!JJ

requested by: anon

lover boy!JJ and reader spending a day at school together? I feel like school wouldnt be absolute torture if I had him there with me:(

pairing: lover boy!jj x gf!reader

warnings: mentions of hickies, mentions of smoking, cursing (i think thats it)

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

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there are the times you stay over at the chateau the night before, sleeping completely sprawled over jj in what has been deemed his bedroom, his hands wrapped around you—more so your ass—protectively.

then morning comes and time ticks by slowly, youre already getting ready while jj is still sound asleep to the point where john b has to physically barge in and drag him out of bed, shoving jjs bag into his hands and telling you hurry up. jj, however, moves to stand behidn you, wrapping his arms around your waist and telling you to take your time.

finally, almost ten minutes later, which was apparently a full light year to pope, you all walked out of the chateau, jjs arms still around your waist, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as the five of you made your way to the twinkie. then came school, jjs worst enemy next to whoever decided to make the healthy cereal john b had forced into his hands when they stepped out of the chateau.

—first block: pre-calculus. (90 mins)

first block for jj was difficult, especially without you. math was... not his strong suit, no subject ever was besides woodshop. and even then, it was a reach. he groaned when john b started pushing him towards class after you gave him a small kiss, paired with a "good luck. see you later, baby." he leaned back heavily against john b as they walked towards class, muttering something about how, "school is just jail with ugly lighting, man. id know, ive been there.''

still, he fought his way through it, doodling little things into his notebook while the teacher went on about, "stupid fuckin' math," as hed muttered to john b, the boy laughing despite himself, avoiding eye contact with the teacher when she caught his eyes.

when the bell rang, jj was the first one out of class, pulling john b along as he led the way to your locker, letting out an exaspertad sigh when he caught you laughing with kie. he grabbed your hand, turning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist, dipping his head down to kiss you. "missed you, baby," he muttered after pulling away, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing you in. you laughed when john b leaned agaisnt the locker next to yours and muttered a, "good luck with that."

—second block: physics. (90 mins)

thankfully, jj had this class with you. unfortunately, it was physics. "this is stupid," hed muttered to you as you two took your seats near the back of the class. "apples fall outta trees and thats supposed to blow my damn mind?" you laughed, draping your legs over his lap and flipping open your notebook.

time passed way too slowly for jjs liking. his hand ran up and down your thigh, occasionally pinching the inside of it and running a slow soothing thumb over it when you flinched. jj smiled, lifting your hand and placing gentle kisses to your knuckles. jj grumbled, "why should i give a shit about um and his law? it dont affect me." you smiled, "ohm, jj. ohm."

he scoffed, shrugging as he fished his phone out of his back pocket, typing in your birthday as the password before staring to flick through his other apps. "fuck is this, meditation class?" you rolled your eyes, turning you attentionn back to the front of the class where the teacher was still going on about ohm.

jj was halfway through messing around with his snapchat filters when the bell rang. he threw his head back in relief, tossing the notebook he hadnt touched in the hour and a half he was in class back into his bag and taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of it as he led you out of the room. the two of you met up with pope, john b, and kiara by the courtyard doors, jj taking the liberty to slam them open, breathing in the air like he was taking his first breath again.

—third block: study hall. (45 mins)

this was barely considered a class to jj. for some reason, the counselor decided to stick you and the rest of the pogues together. which was... a huge mistake. by the second week of school, the teacher had already threatened to quit at least five times. after that point, she began telling the two of you not to come to class. literally, the moment the five of you walked into class, it was—'get out. youll pass the class for the year just, please, dont come back.' so you didnt.

after that point, each third block was spent in the courtyard. jj would sit on one of the blue picnic table benches with you sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he presses kisses to your shoulder and the crook of your neck. pope was usually sat beside him while john b and kiara sat opposite you three.

it was during this time when you would usually go through jjs notebooks, writing the notes he never wrote for his classes. when his hands slipped under your skirt, you squirmed, poking him in the ribs with the led peeking out of your mechanical pencil, earning a pinch to your thigh. you rolled your eyes fondly, focusing back on writing his notes. "y'dont have to do that, baby," he muttered next to your ear, kissing the back of it with a smile when you said, "i want to."

after you were done, youd put his books back in his bag for him, leaning back into him as you listened to the guys debate what the best marvel movie was. jj argued up and down that it was 'deadpool,' all the while john b and pope called him crazy. jj would just roll his eyes, "dude, he talks mad shit, blows shit up, and cant die! thats basically me with better aim." john b and pope would let out groans of protest while you and kie shared a look that said the same thing—is he serious?

he would hold his hand to his chest when you told him his aim could be better, a look of betrayal painting his features. "you serious? my aims amazin', baby." you bite back a smile, reaching back to pat his cheek and tell him, "of course it is." jj rolled his eyes, moving his head to lick a stripe up your palm. gagging, you pulled away, wiping your hand on his khaki shorts. then, the bell rang and jj had to physically restrain himself from holding you back from the group and dragging you to the twinkie to, "escape hell," as hed put it.

—fourth block: u.s. history. (90 mins)

unfortunately, hed gotten stuck in this class by himself. he grumbled his distaste for the class the entire time he walked you to your class. "why should i care about rich dudes signin' papers when all they ever owned was either land, people, or white wigs?" you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as he continued. "i should just skip, all you needa know 'bout this class is that people in power lie."

you reminded him that if he skipped hed get detention. and normally, he wouldnt care, but the fact that you cared about him getting some form of an eduaction softened something is his chest that had him actually paying attention for the first time in weeks. even the teacher was surprised when he raised his hand that day.

"what was the bill of rights? no, jackson, you cant go to the restroom again." he rolled his eyes, debating whether to put his hand down or not, answering regardless. "it was like—the first ten commandments. freedom or speech, guns, and not having soldiers sleepin' in your house..." he trailed off, his eyes darting around to everyone watching him, "or, whatever..?" he said, quieter now.

the teacher nodded, "its the ten amendments, jackson. but... good." she narrowed her eyes before turning back to the board. he fished his phone out of his pocket quickly after that, already pulling up your message thread. 'baby, i think i just answered a question right.' you answered only minutes lated, furrowing your eyebrows with a small laugh, hiding the phone from your teachers view as you texted him back. 'yeah? what question baby?'

he beamed—flushed, actually—when he read your message, glancing around to make sure no one caught him before focusing back down on his phone. 'she asked about the bill of rights. and everyone was like lookin at me weird. teacher said amendments but i swear its commandments baby.' you laughed, muttering a small apology to your teacher, who looked at you with raised eyebrows before turning back to the board. 'im proud of you baby but i gotta go. i love you.' paired with a white heart, you sent the message and locked your phone, focusing back on the lesson.

jj smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket and actually focusing on the lesson, even pulling his notebook out of his bag and opening it to the most recent blank page. the first thing he saw was the small note youd left him when you wrote his notes for him during the previous block. 'i love you, baby. you got this! ♡' he smiled, not even erasing it, instead just writing around it. a part of hiis chest swelled with love, because out of everyone that had come and gone in his life, you (and the pogues, but mostly you). were one of those who actually believed in him.

—break: lunch (30 mins)

if lunch was a class, jj would have perfect attendance. he almost never skipped lunch, only every tuesday when the only thing they were giving out was salads. but thankfully, it was chicken sandwich wednesday. so, there he was, in line for lunch with a hand wrapped around your waist, the other pogues in a line behind him and kie in front of you. thanks to jjs quick feet, that only ever turned on for lunch, the five of you were out of the line in five minutes, already heading out to the courtyard.

taking your seats on the picnic table, routinely, jj took your chicken sandwich, handing you his fries and apple slices, placing a kiss to the side of your head. exactly like a giddy kid would, he ripped over the small packets of ketchup hes gotten, squeezing some onto a sandwich and practically mauling it, earning a look from john b. "what," he said through a mouthful of food, "i was hungry. used up all my brainpower last class."

the rest of lunch passes by easily, you and jj slinking off within the last five minutes for some time away from the pogues. he led the way, his hand intertwined with yours as he led you into the music room, which hed been in for all of one day in freshman year before getting kicked out after supposedly putting paint in most, if not all of the instruments, someting he swore he was innocent about despite him black paint stained fingers behind his back.

he sat on the band risers, pulling you to straddle his lap and immediately captured your lips a slow, warm kiss, one hed practically melted into. "been waiting' for this all day," he breathed against your lips, turning your bodies so you could lay on your back, him now hovering over you. he moved down, placing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your throat. you tilted your head only slightly, fingers threading into his hair and pushing his head down to come face to face with your tits.

"oh, i missed these too," he muttered, tugging your top down just enough to lean back in and place more open mouthed kisses along the lace of your bra, moving it over to place a small kiss where your skin began to darken already beginning to suck. he moved away to give the same attention to your other tit, leaving a dark, blooming, already slightly purple mark in his wake. after giving you some more attention, the bell rang.

jj sat back on his legs, admiring his work and then glancing up at your, shy and flushed. he smiled, trying to permanently implant this image of you into his brain before tugging your shirt back into place, placing one last kiss to your lips before helping you up and off the risers. he helped you fix your tousled hair, trying his hardest to have you looking exactly how you did when the two of you walked in because, "no horny fuckin' freshman is gonna get to see ya like that except me, baby."

—fifth block: woodshop (90 mins)

woodshop was one of the few classes jj actually excelled in. as of now, hed had a solid B+, which for jj was well above average. one of the parts that had actually helped him the most in this class was that he had it alone. hed know that if he has pope in it, hed be too distracted trying to help him. if john b was in it, he wouldnt get any work done. if either you or kie were in it, hed rather change the class to home ec.

hed more than often get called out of another class to help show the freshman how to handle certain tools or get the transfers nerves out of the way. "alright, first rule—dont be scared. you get scared, ya lose a finger." he laughed as horror masked their features, "im kiddin', not really." weeks later, after they got the basics down and it was time to actully use the tools, hed go from person to person, making sure they were doing things right. "look, grab the saw, dont overthink it. i see the cogs in your brain turnin' too much. if you mess up, jus' keep goin'. you got this, man."

he celebrates when someone does something right. "there you go! remember, we aint here to break shit, you can do that at the end'a the year, were building', thats good." one time, as the two of you were walking down the hallway to class after second block, youd randomly see a freshman run up to him with the biggest smile youd ever seen on one as they handed him the rubic that marked a big red 90. he let go of your hand, bringing the scrawny kid into a side hug and telling him a small congrats.

he had his hands on his hips with a small smile on his face, watching the kids walk away before turning to you, smile faltering. "what?" he narrowed his eyes, taking your hand in his again and kissing the back of it. "nothing," you told him, "'s cute." he rolled his eyes, ignoring your laugh and tugging you along, though the corners of his mouth perked up as he tried not to smile, eventually doing do and dropping his head to hide his smile when you cooed at him for being "too cute."

—sixth block: english (90 mins)

if jj ever had a say in anything, which was rare, english was the worst class in the history of bad classes. worse when it was the last class of the day and he had it with pope of all people. jj sat behind pope in the back of the class, smiling at the memory of the first day of class, where hed convinced pope to sit infront of him, swearing up and down that this teacher wouldnt do a seating chart. jj cackled—actually cackled—when the first thing the teacher said was, "i want you all to write you names down in correspondence with your seat number. these will be your seats for the remainder of the year."

jj pretty much slept the entire class, occasionally pulling out some rolling paper and weed he had deep in his pocket, rolling only when he knew the teacher wasnt looking, barely making an effort to hide it when they turned because he knew the teacher didnt care, for him at least. when his thoughts got the best of him, he seriously thought about focusing.

'i should probably be focusin' right now' hed think, looking up from where he was rolling, glancing around at the rest of the class, who was actually writing down notes. 'nah. what do i even need english for, i speak it. i can spell ambiguous. a-m-b-i-g-e-w-i-s, or is it o... man whatever.' and that was that.

then, the final bell rang. he audibly sighed, stuffing his phone into his pocket and his books into his bag, still methodically wrapping the rolling paper as he followed pope out of the room. he finished wrapping by the time he and pope met up with you, john b, and kiara by the twinkie, tongue swiping the roll one last time before waving it between his fingers and raising his eyebrows at you at the same time. your arms wrapped around his shoulders when he got close enough, "my gift to you, sweet girl." you smiled, clutching a dramatic hand to your chest, smiling as placing a soft peck to his lips, climbing into the twinkie after pope, kiara and john b already settled in the front.

he lit the roll before john b even started the engine, turning away right when pope reached for it. "leave my baby alone, pope," he muttered, flicking the lighter before successfully catching a spark. he sucked in the fumes expertly, throwing his head back against the seat as he held it for a moment, passing it over to you before blowing it out.

a/n: in my recs almost two months... sorry to that anon! (i love u, forgive me)

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bunny-jpeg · 11 months ago

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could i get a lewis hamilton fic - lemon slice and coffee please! i love your writing

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if you want to request your own order! feel free, the bakery is still open! as for this request, i didn't get a lot of lewis suggestions so i'd love more in the future! thank you for submitting!

lemon slice ("i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.") + coffee (rivals)

cw: smut/pwp, rivals au, driver!reader, snark & sass, hate sex, protected sex,

you bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited to get the go ahead to get into the car to start the free practice. it eventually turned into you swinging your arms back and forth. it was a concerted effort to keep yourself calm before the official start of race weekend.

"you definitely don't seem nervous." you heard behind you. you looked over and saw lewis, passing by. you huffed through your nose and we back to what he was doing.

in the two years since you joined the formula one roster, the one driver you seemed to have the most beef with was lewis hamilton. the equivalent to a driving god, but you wanted to step on the toes of god.

"nothing to say back to me?" he asked.

you looked over and clenched onto your helmet tighter, "oh, i didn't even hear what you said, hamilton. i'm more nervous for you than me." you shrugged and turned back to facing forward.

you heard his footsteps and he leaned in to your ear, "i didn't know you had such strong feelings for me. i'm honoured."

you turned around and ended up face to face with him. you wanted to grip onto the front of his driving suit, but there were too many cameras and even more pairs of eyes. you replied, "don't conflate my worry about you making it to qualifiers to me actually liking you hamilton." and gave him a smile.

he raised his eyebrows at you, "right, right. you're too busy chasing the coat tails of your teammate. you know, he's not going to sleep with you. no matter how many times you're the crash course dummy for red bull."

your jaw tensed, "you're going to have to start winning, lewis because those trophies from what, five years ago, are getting a dusty."

he nodded, "well at least my trophy case is full. you know you shouldn't really show off participation trophies." he made a face. he patted you on the shoulder, "but i guess you take pride in always being second best compared to verstappen. and that's an honorable thing."

you scowled at him. his pats on your shoulder felt patronizing, you felt an anger run through you. you muttered two words to him, "room eight-o-five." and looked at him, "knock three times, password is stallion." then you turned away as you heard you mechanic team call for you.

lewis smiled at your backside as you walked away.

the evening after free practice, lewis had you pinned against the back of the door to your hotel room. your hands were on the overpriced shirt he wore.

"i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." he said about your moans while you kissed.

you made a face at him. you gripped onto his shirt tighter in retaliation.

"i could get you a deal if you like it so much." he said, noticing how tightly you were holding the fabric, "i'm sure you'd actually look pretty in something that cost more than 5 pounds."

you leaned up into him, your forehead against his, "funny guy, hamilton, eh?" you could feel the boil from earlier return.

he chuckled and almost went in to kiss you once more, "i like when you're mad. gets me riled up. the only fun part of this rivalry. did you know that they think we're dating."

you pressed a kiss on his lips once more before you pulled away, your arms draped around his shoulders, you replied, "i'd think they were stupid. but your idiot friends don't know what a private instagram is." you had seen the photos, the evidence that made it all appear that you and him were more than just bickering drivers.

the main "evidence" was when in a now vanished instagram story, you were getting settled in your hotel room after a night of drinking. you had the covers pulled up to your chin with a phone camera in your face and lewis beside you, trying to get the covers off of you. he was very drunk as well. "ah c'mon, i deserve one kiss! one kiss!" he laughed and your face was all scrunched up as you threatened to bury yourself further under the covers.

the fans went crazy for that. now there was a conspiracy! but little did the folks online know.

his hands went under your shirt, he got it off of you soon enough. you tossed it to the side. you knew he was going to make a comment about how you'd look better in mercedes colours, but you shut those comments down with a searing kiss.

you both ended up in the bedroom, lewis noticed that you had an unopened box of condoms on the night stand. he said, "having guests over later."

you sighed, "yeah, i finally got with max." lewis stilled, stopping dead in his tracks towards the bed. his forehead wrinkled for a moment before you started laughing. you added, "oh my god, hamilton. you jealous fuck."

he got out of your grasp on your hand and said, "hey, we're already compared too much. i don't need him butting in on my rival."

"aw, worried about me, lewis? how sweet. i just thought you'd be worried that he would make me cum faster." you gave him a sweet smile before you took the rest of your clothes off.

when your ass was bare and you were turned to him, he winded back his hand and laid a harsh smack across your ass. he then wrapped an arm around you middle and kissed the nape of your neck, "oh, i'm not worried. because if you can't make yourself cum as fast as i can make you cum. max doesn't stand a chance." his voice was laced with lust. he then pulled away and started to undress.

maybe it was whorish of you to sleep with your rival. the one who you often butted heads with on the track. maybe if the press found out, then it would make any future female drivers look back. but as you got on the bed with lewis, you tossing a condom at him, it didn't matter.

you wanted him and he wanted you, with the hotel room door closed and locked the rest of the world was locked out of the sexual fiasco of your evening.

lewis watched you get on your hands and knees. you wiggled your ass to him to entice him. he laughed and got the condom on before he threw the packet off the bed to be dealt with later.

he wanted to tell you that you looked good. and you wanted to say the same in return. but the words couldn't come out. not while you two were still in this tango.

it was a game of chicken and the two of you were painfully stubborn.

he held onto your hip and his cock, and inched his length into you. it was a euphoria, a firework that went off in the back of his head. he wouldn't admit, but you sort of ruined other women for him. since this started, neither of you had been seeing other people.

"i'm starting to think you like me." he said.

you clutched onto the covers, "i think you're seeing things, hamilton. this is just a mutual agreement, nothing more."

lewis knew you were lying. it was obvious. the almost routine of the snapping of teeth that eventually turned into a tussle in the sheets had far beyond moved from a simple fuck.

you were invested, as was he.

once again, the game of chicken between two rivals.

he thrusted against you. his hips against your ass as he fucked you. there was little romance in his movements. it was something deep inside of him, you were both chasing a sexual high. your noises mixed with his as the two of you panted.

"fuck, lewis." you moaned. you could feel his cock in the back of your throat with how hard he was thrusting. it rarely ever went slow between you two. it was like sparks, burned hot but didn't last long. you held onto the pillow under your head as your back arched.

"i know, i know." he panted, "you feel so good like this. on your knees, you look better like this than a in a car honestly. i hate to admit it, but you're quite pretty."

you felt a compliment dance on your tongue, but you didn't say munch. while it was tempting, the pleasure strangled the words out of your mouth. you whimpered when you felt his cock nudge against your most sensitive parts.

he chuckled, he knew he left you speechless. but that was alright, all he needed to hear was your sweet little moans. both of his wide hands on your hips using a grip that only was made by being a formula one driver. he hunched over you, admiring your backside.

you were painfully pretty, you could have anyone on the grid. but lewis knew that you'd always come back to him. not even the likes of verstappen could compete with him.

"lewis." you panted as you felt the pleasure course through your body. you felt hot all over and your head felt hazy.

"shit." he panted, "fuck. c'mon."

you moaned and clawed at the bed under you. your back arched and you came around his cock. this only further him thrusting you, making sure you were taking his cock to the root. the bed squeaked some more and heavy panting filled the air.

"that's a good little driver. keeping the real pros nice and happy."

you lifted your head, your mouth open as you panted. eventually you said, "fuck you, hamilton."

"no, no. but i'll fuck you." he said as he slammed his cock as deep as it would go and finished inside of you. the condom was your saving grace. he soon pulled out of your pussy and rested on his heels for a moment. he dragged his hand across his neck and forehead to wipe the sweat off of it. he honestly should consider having sex with you as part of his work-out schedule.

but he was certain if he 'booked time' to have sex with you, you'd probably chew him out. you weren't a schedule to meet, a requirement. you were his rival... with benefits. but those benefits weren't clocking in and clocking out.

"c'mere." your voice cut through. you then pulled him up to the pillows and laid there next to him. he draped an arm around you waist and closed his eyes for a moment. you trailed a finger across his brown and down his nose, then down his cheek and across his jaw.

"ugh." you said.

he opened his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes looked to you, "what now?" he seemed like he was pretty relaxed after your round together.

"i was about to give you a compliment."

he smiled and pulled himself closer to you. the both of you still naked. he hadn't even taken the condom off. he said, "do tell."

you made a face and shook your head, "nope. i feel like if your ego gets any bigger you'll fly away." some habits died hard.

he tightened his grip on your waist and pressed his forehead to his for a moment before his coaxed you, "tell me. i'll keep it a secret. promise."

you sighed, it was painful to admit. to give you bigger rival a compliment after he made you cum. you held his face and looked into his eyes, "i get why they love taking photos of you in those overpriced outfits."

he raised his eyebrows, "that was your compliment?"

you replied before you leaned in to him, "maybe if you make me cum twice next time, i'll even admit how you're a decent driver or that i understand why others would hold you in such high regard."

he laughed, "next time, huh? i'm guessing after qualifier."

you smiled back at him, "you know it." <3

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They rolled back into the driveway a couple hours later, the new car video—a laid-back video with Chris being his usual self, Matt learning that he can just use the horn to shut them up, and Nick in the front seat.

The LA sky was dipping into dusk, streetlights flickering on as they kicked off their shoes by the door and crashed in the living room.

Nick flopped onto the couch, shoving a stray Pepsi can aside with his foot. “Okay, but seriously, what the hell happened to that video? It doesn’t just disappear into thin air.”

Matt dropped into the armchair, kicking his legs up. “Yeah, that’s not normal. Files don’t wipe themselves like that, not from everything.”

Chris splayed across the couch on the opposite side of Nick, instinctively reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. He hated the silence, he wouldn’t allow it to go quiet in the room if he could help it. Quiet clicks from the remote filled the room while he scrolled to find Netflix. “Maybe the wifi cut out mid-save or some shit? Corrupted file? I dunno, dude. It’s weird.” Chris suggested, and he’s the least-likely to know the slightest thing about what could’ve gone wrong.

“Maybe. I’ll run another scan of the hard drive tonight before I go to bed.” Nick sighed, slumping into his seat.

Across the room, Matt stared up at the TV, eyes going wide.

“Nah, you’re fuckin’ joking.” Matt muttered, nodding his head in the direction of the screen ahead of him and his same-faced brothers. It grabbed their attention immediately.

There, in bold red letters on the screen:

“Really unfortunate circumstances. It’ll be fun playing with you boys…”

The remote went flying across the room, making Nick and Matt flinch and duck in defense. It was nowhere near them, but they could never be too sure, but it was a strong-armed chuck from Chris, of course, it could land anywhere.

Chris’ face went completely pale, void of any color other than the bright blue of his irises. “What the fuck is going on? Is our shit being hijacked? Someone’s fucking with us.” Chris stammered, pushing himself to stand from the couch.

Matt and Nick followed suit.

What the actual fuck was happening?

Matt took a step closer to the TV, arms crossed over his chest as if to protect himself while he read the ominous red words over, and over, and over again. He silently vowed to remain level-headed and calm in the situation; whereas Nick was furious and red in the face and Chris looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

“Are we being punked right now?” Nick muttered, all too calm while glaring at his phone.

That was scarier than the mystery behind the missing video and the message flashing on their TV. Nick going quiet when he was already mad could mean nothing good.

“Something else happened?” Chris asked, striding across the room to reach Nick. Matt joined in, peering over Nick’s shoulder to see the new update on the situation.

‘You’ve been logged out of @sturniolo.triplets. The account owner may have changed the password.’

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kleinv01 · 19 days ago

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Yknow what i noticed?

(QUICK THEORY WHILE IM WAITING FOR MY SHEETMASK DO TO ITS THING. SPOILERS AHEAD)

In this blog, only Al's info is hidden (with error mesaages or straight up blurred/pixelated text).

Who made Klein? SentientTechLabs.

What's this ask box's name THAT IS HIDING AL'S INFO? SentientTechLabs.

So. If the company is hiding his info specifically, wouldnt that mean he has some sort of control over it? Idk, maybe hacking through it OR working for it?

We know Al is a very tired, hardworking and busy boy (and we love him for it <3). But sometimes it makes me think: we work in the same company, and so are our friends. So far, they all seem kinda... chill? While Al is over there sleeping on his desk (probably from exhaustion?).

Dolores gives Al extra tasks. Sure. But he did NOT say "How ARE the TASKS going?". So it's a singular task at a time. Which should be nothing if we think about how intelligent Al is.

What im trying to imply here is; i feel like he has a 2nd job!

Remember the poll where the question was about how Al gets the money to treat us the snacks (of which the most popular answer was "totally not sus activities" :))

Could these sussy wussy activities be about his relation to Klein's company, which probably lets him do some extra stuff to our Klein?

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The shadow behind our curtains. I %100 believe that, they are all Klein.

Why? Well... :3

When Yael comes in our house to make us eat the cupcakes he made, there is the shadow waiting behind the curtains. Yael eventually leaves AND THE MINUTE HE DOES, the shadow leaves too. Then, Klein gets mad at us and tells us that we should have just choked on "those" cupcakes. He also talks about Yael himself, as if he was able to see Yael in person in that moment. I feel like that's just one of the clues though.

Klein shouldnt be able to walk around in our world unless he has a physical model, according to the info given. But even if the player never reaches the "100% affinity" with him, Sera still gets killed by him. He cant smash someone's head to a glass cabinet (?) if he's stuck in our phone though. So maybe, he either escaped the factory, or... Al helped him get out?

Hear me out on this.

Al is insecure as hell. He doesn't see himself as "worthy" or "good enough" for us. There were multiple asks AND a few messages we received in the game about how hateful he is toward himself.

Klein is the pure opposite of what he is though. Strong, tall body, programmed to be the perfect partner, adaptable, uncapable of getting tired and many more positive qualities. Things that Al could see as something "good enough" to be with us, at least to protect us.

So, my theory is that; Al somehow modified Klein for our safety. He somehow reflected (coded?) his obsessive feelings to Klein, which made him the way he is right now.

This would also allow him to have access to whatever Klein has access to, which was our passwords and address at some point. (Not that i dont think al didnt already have that info but :3)

Again, this is just a theory (and a ramble session :p) so idk if anything is precise or even close to the truth. I guess we will see in the future.

(my mask feels like a desert now ;-;)

://SYSTEM_MESSAGE_ANSWERED !

Sharing this so everybody can read it and share their own thoughts in reblogs or comments. Thank you for dropping in such a lengthy discussion! I always enjoyed reading through theories and asks.

Just so people know, things like these are probably one of the most popular theories out there, relating to both Al and Klein

You're right that Al is insecure as heck. He can't even bring himself to look at you in the eyes, not without his bangs covering his eyes

As well as, very, extremely low self-esteem

#:// answered.#://about_klein #://about_al

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springingsour · 2 months ago

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S.S. Drafting Death Scene:

Scene: Possible MC's death. MC was with Damus and Shockwave, protecting him. MC had just released an inspiring speech to Cybertron about the program to stand with citizens and find a way to restore their planet. To recover and rebuild their lives together. But in the room after an assassination attack, they thought that the assassins were aiming for Senator Shockwave, and they retreated to the building. Someone knocks, and MC goes to answer it. It's him- (MC’s not dying this way, maybe…)

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“How are they…? Anything wrong…?” You leaned closer, hope mingling with concern in your voice as you watched him test his new servos.

“No… It’s…” Damus flexed his digits, once, twice, effortlessly picking up a tablet that had once been a challenge. He turned the screen toward you, carefully using the system and playing an audio file of your latest composition.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest as you leaned against him, the two of you sitting in the quiet of the secured hospital wing. Watching him, it felt like a piece of his spark was mending along with the metal.

“[_____]... I— I can’t thank you enough…” His voice was soft, brimming with emotions he seemed to struggle to articulate. The way he spoke, with a hint of vulnerability, tugged at your spark. Even with his single optic, you sensed layers of gratitude and relief.

"You don’t have to thank me," you replied gently, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "Seeing you move like this is all the thanks I need. Step by step, Damus,”

He looked at you, his optic shining with something deeper than appreciation. “Yeah… Step by step… I was worried I’d never adjust to these… to these new sensations. But with you here…” he trailed off, his gaze dropping for a moment. “It feels like I can reclaim what I thought I lost.”

“Really…? But to me, you’ve always been strong, even when it didn’t feel like it,” you replied, your spark swelling. “It’s just a matter of finding that strength again. And… No matter what changes about you… You’re Damus and I’m your friend… we all are…”

You hold your servo out for him… Gently encouraging him to take it.

“... Friends… Yeah…” He reached out and held your servo, gently gripping it back as the two of you sat with one another.

A comfortable and peaceful quiet settled over the two of you. You noticed Damus being careful when holding your hand, but no doubt excited as were you at the contact.

“[_____]... I… I need to tell you something,” He mentioned, putting the tablet down as he faced you.

Oh…? What is this…? You internally wonder just what Damus have to tell you, it’s so exciting-

Just then, before he could say more, a soft chime interrupted the moment, echoing from the door. “The others must be here… I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t let you go, and you looked back, a bit surprised. “Damus…?”

“Oh, sorry…” He shook out of it…

And let you go.

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“Still getting used to it,” He replied, a nervous tone in his voice.

Aww! Did he want to hold servos still?! You gush to yourself. “That’s okay…”

Rising from your seat, you made your way to the door, leaving the room. The only ones who knew of this location were your friends, Skids, Trailbreaker, Soundwave and Windcharger.

Senator Shockwave was still in his recharge recovering... They said that they would arrive at the safehouse all together to keep one another safe.

They are safe, thank Primus. But we need to make new plans to keep one another safe...

You put in the password and the door opens. You were expecting to see the others back and safe, with news of the assassin or anything about the attack.

But instead, you found yourself face to face with… Him.

He is here?! What was he doing here? You embrace him as you smile brightly, "What are you doing here…?! Why aren’t you at-"

Before you could utter anymore, before you could even register the anguish in his optics, he lunged forward.

You barely had time to register the glint of a purple burning blade before a searing pain exploded in your chest, radiating outwards like a macabre sun. You staggered back, your servo flying to the sword hilt protruding from your chest, a bloom of blue blossoming beneath your digits.

You immediately flared with power that shattered the lights above but... It hurts! The blade burned through your body and Nebula's screams of pain and fury were cut off. Just like that. Everything within you went… quiet. You felt your powers seep away as your spark bled. Your spark had been run through… Your very soul was pierced without mercy. It flickers and flares… Like a candlelight, it starts to die slowly.

His grip on the sword twists, making you choke and cough out energon that floods down your body. You were in shock, pain, and a deep sense of dread filled you as he rested his forehelm against yours.

"… Rest…" He whispered only for you to hear, as he starts to pull the blade out of your body, and your innermost energon pours out as you stagger, your vision blurs and blackens as you feel weaker by the kilk.

No…

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“[_____]...!? I- I have something to tell you...! I lov-! Oh… Who is it?” Damus followed you, turning the corner to find you… “[_____]? Why is it dark?”

His excited and bright demeanour died… Something was wrong. He reached out, “[_____]? Is something wrong…?”

The attacker rips the blade from your body… It’s purple pulsing blade coated in your energon… Dripping to the floor as he watches you die.

You stumble back, meeting the wall as your dark blue energon is smeared down the solid wall as you slide down to the ground…

And Damus’s scream of anguish pierced the air as he rushed forward, catching you as you crumpled to the floor. He cradled you in his arms, his new servos slick with your energon as he tried in vain to stem the tide of blue flowing from the wound. The attacker ran off, darting out of the door and into the hallway.

"Get back here! Murderer! Get back! Someone-! Help! Help me! Please!" His voice is raw with grief and terror. "NO! No-! [_____]!" he choked out, his voice breaking. "I've called for help- you're going to be okay! What- what do I do…? What do I do?!"

His spark pounded wildly in his chest as he saw the energon pooling beneath your body. Your metal chest is torn open, revealing your destroyed, charred spark that flickers and whines with loss. Your chest heaves in painful shudders as your systems fail…

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He fell to his knees beside you, his servos trembling as he reached out to examine the wound. It was deep, and the energy loss was already significant. Panic gripped his spark, and he felt a surge of desperation rising within him.

"[_____], stay with me," he urged, his voice trembling with barely contained hysteria. He racked his brain, trying to remember the various times he watched you patch them up.

"Let me see... A kit…Yeah, s-some bonds for the wound- You need to turn off your- Primus- I- what do I do?!" He commed for the others... His voice seemed so far away. You couldn't hear anything... It terrifies you.

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But you placed a shaky servo on his, silencing his frantic recital. Your optics, now dulled with pain, met his gaze. "Damus," You whispered hoarsely, "… Ngh…"

The words refuse to leave your lips, you knew that these would be your last. You have to say something.

Anything.

"Please… Listen…"

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You made so many promises, and now you are going to break them.

Damus’s spark clenched at the sight of your weakening form, at the stark contrast between you and the brutal, jagged wound marring your body.

He couldn't just stand by and watch you slip away, not when he had finally found someone who understood and accepted him for who he was.

"[_____], you’ll make it… Okay?" He choked out. If he could, he would cry and sob… but he can’t. “Please?! Someone!?” He cries out, and no one hears his calls for help.

But even as Damus tried to recover what was left of your spark, you could feel the life draining from your body, the warmth fading from your limbs, your strength washing away as you tried to press against the wound.

You looked up at Damus with optics that had already begun to flicker off, your vents coming in shallow, rattling gasps. The pain in your chest was a distant thing now, overshadowed by the agony you saw etched upon his face.

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“You’re… Not alone… Okay…? Take…” You feel the warmth of your spark struggling to survive. “Take care of one another…”

What were you trying to say?

What words linger just out of reach? What can you possibly say to him now, when every breath feels like a goodbye? You’re fading before him, and the weight of it is unbearable.

This will shatter him, or perhaps, it’ll build walls so high he’ll never let anyone in again.

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Will you be the one to lift him, or will your absence leave scars too deep to heal? Every moment you hesitate feels like a lifetime — a chance lost forever.

What if your words don’t matter? What if they only deepen his despair?

What about everyone else…? What have you done? What can you do now?!

“You… You are treasured… remember that… Okay…?”

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Can you find the strength to change their paths, or will this be yet another moment swallowed by darkness?

Will the echoes of what you say now last, or will they dissolve into silence, leaving him lost in the emptiness of your absence?

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“Stay close… To hope… Don’t… push it away…”

You couldn’t speak anymore… why…? Why- oh…

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You servo fails to reach his... and falls to the ground... landing in the pool of your life blood...

The colour in your optics... fade away...

Damus’s POV: He held you in his arms, your helm resting against him as he remained there. His servos were stained with your energon. Damus didn’t let you go, even though you were cold and unmoving. He breathed in the quiet moments, the stillness heavy around him. Each passing second felt like an eternity as he absorbed the weight of your absence.

The room was dim, darkness pooling in the corners as he stayed there, staring into nothing. He felt the weight of despair pressing down on him, a heaviness that wrapped around his chest like a vice. The urge to cry was a familiar spectre, rising from deep within, desperate to claw its way to the surface. But as he inhaled sharply, he realised with a painful clarity that the tears he craved were nowhere to be found.

His throat tightened, a terrible ache forming as emotions surged up, battling against the emotional chokehold that had taken hold of him. Memories of laughter, warmth, and love flooded his mind, now tainted by the sharp chill of loss. Every thought felt like a blade, cutting deeper, but still, the tears remained locked away by the senate, leaving behind only the hollow echo of sorrow.

He tried anything, willing them to produce even a single drop, but his body betrayed him.

Everyone betrays him.

The instinctual release of tears that once flowed so freely was ruthlessly snatched from him by the Senate's cold, calculated servos. They had rebuilt him, reconfiguring his very essence, and in the process, stripped away his ability to cry. Now, a daunting silence filled the space where his grief should have poured forth, leaving him feeling as if he were an open wound without the means to heal.

Frustration coursed through him, raw and unrelenting, as he stood there with clenched fists, the metal of his body digging into itself. No cries emerged—only a profound emptiness consumed the room, a void where mourning should have taken root for the loss of you. The realisation struck like a thunderclap: the Senate had not only robbed him of you but had also denied him the vulnerability of expressing sorrow.

They had stolen so much, severing the connection to his emotions, leaving him to carry the unbearable weight of his grief in isolation. Without the solace of tears, he was forced to shoulder the anguish alone, trapped in a silence where the memory of you lingered, haunting and unacknowledged.

“Come back to me,” he murmured, his voice a mix of desperation and denial. Shadows flickered overhead, the remnants of pain lingering in the air, but all he could focus on was you. He brushed his fingers over your helm, careful and reverent, as if he feared that any sudden movement might shatter the fragile peace.

In the darkness, memories flooded his mind—your laughter echoing through the chaos, the way your optics sparkled when you achieved something daring, how close you got when during practised together, how you stayed with him. These thoughts fueled a flickering hope within him, a stubborn ember refusing to be extinguished.

“I know you’re still in there,” he whispered, squeezing you gently as if that might bring you back. Outside, the sounds of the world carried on—a cacophony of clanking metal and distant sirens—but in this moment, it was just the two of you.

He cradled you closer, leaning his helm against yours as he struggled to keep his composure. “I’m not leaving you,” he vowed. Hours could pass, but he would remain here, anchored to the spot, waiting for a spark of life, a sign that you were still battling to return to him.

Even in the darkest times, he believed in the power of connection, in the bond that transcended even this stillness. A power you were. He would not give up on you. Not now, not ever.

He would not accept this. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifices he would have to make... He will live with his mistake… And learn from it.

He will find you...

He would not let you go ever again.

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Soundwave’s POV

He cannot hear you anymore.

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tinmate · 3 months ago

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AFTG Social Media Headcannons

Part Two: The Foxes.

(Organized in order of their jersey numbers)

Dan: Twitter and Instagram. Both are verified after she becomes the first female captain in Exy. Her twitter is a healthy mix of Exy and her personal life. She doesn’t shy away from her past as a stripper and occasionally but passionately advocates for better protections and regulations around strippers and sex work in general. She posts a lot of candids of the team on Instagram and has Matt tagged in both bios

Kevin: Twitter and Instagram. Verified. Had a twitter while still with Ravens and was the only Raven other than Riko allowed social media. It was similarly monitored and ran by Tetsuji. Neil gets the password before leaving Evermore but Kevin doesn’t log in again until after changing his tattoo. He unfollows the Ravens, Edgar Allen, Tetsuji, Riko and anyone else even vaguely related to the Ravens. He also deletes everything but the username. He eventually starts tweeting but has trouble balancing his true self and his public self. He finds his stride after he begins to publicly decry the Ravens and defend Jean and Neil after the championships, loudly backing up and reinforcing his statements to the press. He advocates for mental health awareness in sports and anxiety and PTSD in men. He goes hard for the Trojans, much to the public’s amusement. He posts pictures of the places he’s traveled on Instagram, especially fond of historical monuments and tourist traps. He writes surprisingly insightful and concise captions, having had years of practice writing to Jean.

Andrew: Gets on every single social media before it’s trending and popular just to claim his username and then never ever posts.

Matt: Twitter and Instagram. Gets verified after going pro. Only has instagram so Dan can tag him in her bio. Has her tagged in both bios as well. Rarely tweets about Exy but retweets Dan when she does. Goes hard for his mom’s boxing career. Really into the monster truck community. Mostly tweets about his personal life and keeps a pretty normal twitter feed but also speaks up about drug addiction, mental health, and how to help children during a divorce. Someone calls him a nepo baby because his mom is also in professional sports (even though Exy and boxing are entirely different things) and the Foxes laugh about it for days. Dan posts him on instagram, calling him a nepo baby and it goes viral.

Aaron: Twitter. Very aware of his public perception. Very aware that future employers can see his twitter. Keeps it professional during the murder trial, following his lawyer’s advice to not say anything publicly. Not many Exy fans follow him because he rarely tweets about it, trying to keep his current and future professions clearly separated

Honorable mention, Katelyn: DOES tweet about Aaron and Exy. Has more followers than Aaron does because she’s so willing to talk about him. Goes hard for the Foxes online. She has a fan account ala Tess McCracken (Miss/Mrs. Pommel horse) to keep her Exy tweets separate but it’s more popular and stays popular because she remains a diehard Fox fan even after graduation and also posts about the professional teams Matt, Kevin, Neil, and Andrew go on to join

Allison: Similar to Andrew, she has every social media platform ever. Unlike Andrew, she uses them. Verified on all accounts. She had a strong following pre-Foxes and her Tumblr was the most aesthetic thing you’ve ever seen. Gets even more followers post-foxes. The Ilona Maher of Exy. Pretty, strong, and unapologetically feminine while being a beast in her sport. Leverages her popularity online and minor in marketing to start several businesses and turn into a millionaire in her own right, independent of her parents. Think the Kardashians without the sex scandal. Has her own fashion line, makeup line, and hair line. Redesigns Exy uniforms to better fit women and has a whole line of makeup dedicated to withstanding intense games of all sports. This line gets equally popular with dancers and performers of all kinds. Starts a charity for young girls and a scholarship for college women who want to play Exy but don’t have the money. Starts another charity for children who get cut off by their parents. Despite all her business success and turning into a brand, her social media remains surprisingly grounded and human. Goes viral regularly for being “an icon”

Nicky: Twitter, Instagram, Youtube, Vine (RIP), TikTok. Verified not for being a Fox but for being a meme lord. Gets the upperclassmen to do trends with him. Does a harmless prank of Neil that turns into an outright prank war before Wymack shuts it down. Several years after graduation, new fans regularly ask just HOW he knows so many professional Exy athletes and also theeeeeee Allison Reynolds. He has a funny answer to all of them but old fans are the ones who need to give an actual answer. His fans regularly beg to see Erik but Nicky shares him only occasionally as Erik doesn’t tend to like the spotlight. Erik will occasionally appear in a video or a trend, more commonly in a photo, but Nicky repeatedly states that Erik is not a toy and if his fans get too intense, he will stop posting entirely. Most fans respect this, the ones that don’t get blocked. He contributes regularly to forums about raising your family members (siblings raising siblings, cousins raising siblings, generally becoming a parent to a family member not that much younger than you are). As times passes, he talks more openly about his sexuality, his struggles with his family and his religion, conversion therapy, and where he stands now, still practicing (I'm not just making this up, he mentions in the books that he's still religious) but openly and proudly gay. He starts a not insignificant side hustle as a content creator. He participates in the “Things that surprised me as a American living in Germany” trends.

Renee: Twitter. Very private but very sweet. Doesn’t actually post about her religion that much but will answer when asked directly about it. Retweets her mother’s articles. Posts a lot about charities and relief work. Is the Fox most likely to respond to a fan. Rarely posts anything personal but responds when tagged in things by her friends. Secretly has a Tumblr and a reddit where she offers support and advice in communities regarding born again Christians, former gang members, foster kids, and recovery from abuse.

Neil: Twitter. Verified. Gets a twitter after the FBI make Neil Josten a real person. He avoided social media before this to avoid his father. Not as much of a menace as you would think, in part due to him wanting to deliver his roasts live and in person. Very careful about what he posts, not wanting to leave a trail and accidentally contradict himself in case he’s ever questioned about the Moriyamas or the Hartfords again. Still a bit of a menace though, he can’t help himself. Mostly gets tagged in videos and posts by Nicky and Dan for being a Weird Person. Unsurprisingly, most of his tweets are about Exy. Gains a sudden influx of followers during the Olympics, like Stephen Nedoroscik (pommel horse guy) or Henrik Christiansen (muffin man) for being a legend on the court, a menace to the press, and a weird ass guy online. Secretly has a Tumblr that goes very viral every few months because of “shitposts” about the mafia, his ganglord father, and the FBI. Blocks everyone who thirsts after his dad in the way that some people thirst after serial killers or irl gangsters. Nobody knows it’s him and one time Nicky shows him his own post about an FBI agent being obsessed with you and Neil has to keep a straight face.

Coach Wymack: Twitter. Verified. Mostly posts official Exy and Foxes news. Randomly posts crappy photos of the team plus Abby and Bee. His few non-Exy related posts have big Dad energy. People loudly thirst after him and it makes everyone, even Nicky, very uncomfortable.

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twomiddlefingersforthehaters · 10 months ago

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We all know what Orochimaru and Kabuto found in 'the Forest of Death':

• Sasuke creating a long password that Naruto cannot remember to lure the enemy out.

• When he was with his other teammate (Sakura) he didn't give up the scroll even though he ran away in fear. But when Naruto shows up he willingly gives up the scroll.

• Sasuke began to fight Orochimaru without fear of death even though he knew he could not defeat him.

• Kabuto found that Sasuke was overusing the Sharingan even to the point of enduring the pain of the cursed seal to protect Naruto.

• They both confirmed Naruto was changing Sasuke's heart

I find it really interesting the way Kabuto talked to Naruto the two times they met in the second part .

“SASUKE-KUN CAME TO US OF HIS OWN FREE WILL. IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU GOT OVER IT. GOING ON LIKE THAT IS HARDLY BEHAVING AS A MAN...”

From the tone of Kabuto's speech I think he is mocking and criticizing Naruto. This phrase often uses to a person who can't get over a breakup lol. 「男のくせに未練たらしいね」 has a nuance that make fun of the man. And this expression also contains the Japanese view of men many years ago that is, "men should always be strong ".

The expression used by Kabuto is 引きずりすぎだ (hikizurisugida). 引きずる (hikizuru) can be interpreted in two ways.

① 引きずる refers to the state of being stuck in sad and painful memories and being unable to escape from the sadness. Those (some kind of) feeling continues for a long time after it has ended.

② 引きずる is the same as ``dragging the hem'' when the hem of a long dress touches the floor and moves, and is also used when things drag on without being resolved. 引きずる - to drag, to pull, to prolong, to extend

e. g: (終わった) 恋を引きずるいつまでも別れた恋人を忘れられない。

(owatta) koi wo hikizuru itsu made mo wakareta koibito wo wasurerarenai.

(It's over) He still can't forget his ex-lover.

The sentence implies that he can't get over it and has a mental illness after breaking up with his ex. He misses his ex a lot.

「〜すぎた」 means ``〜sugi (too much),'' and it depends on the ``heart.'' It means that a certain state is very strong or intense. In other words, the 引きずる state is very strong and intense.

引きずりすぎた -> which means that the unforgettable period was too long. 引きずりすぎだ。is a statement. だ means “It is”. It is another form of です。

So the phrase 「引きずりすぎだ」 kabuto uses means : "you can't get over (a breakup with) someone, you can't forget about that person, or you're still thinking about that person". It's probably because you can't forget about that person even after it ended, in the old way of thinking, such an attitude or behavior was considered 女々しい (Memeshī). The word "unmanly" is a corresponding word in English for 女々しい. It is because of the society's stereotypes that “men should be manly”. It is often said in Japan that men tend to hold on to their pasts more than women.

The term 「女々しい」 is usually used for a man. 女々しい is an independent word, and it can have several meanings depending on the context and situations.

女々しい meanings include:

• mentally too weak

• lacking courage

• 未練がましい (mirengamashī) - someone who cannot give up something and it never leaves their mind. "Too obsessive".

• 未練たらしい (mirentarashī) - bad at taking things too far; bad at giving up; too attached to something in the past and not moving on to the next thing.

• overly sensitive male - (Depending on the context and the speaker's intention)

For example:

1. A person unexpectedly meets his ex-girlfriend on the street. His heart skipped a beat when he made eye contact with the other person. He fantasized about what the other person was thinking, but when he thought about it calmly, he realized that he was an idiot. There's no way the other person is wondering if they can meet again. And he hate himself for remembering the happy times in the past. And he says: “I think that men and women have different views on love, but I guess, the word 女々しい is a word made for men...I feel miserable for being 引きずられる- drag down by past relationships. I can't let go as women do. It's disgusting... I'm sure women would be put off”

-> what he saying is that his ex- girlfriend get over him and he still can't let go of his feelings for her. And he hate that part of himself. This behavior of his will drive other women away from him.

2. 今でも昔の彼女の悪口の言うなんて、おまえは女々しい男だな

ima demo mukashi no kanojo no waruguchi no iu nante , omae wa memeshī otokodana

You are such a pussy to still speak ill of your ex girlfriend.

-> The speaker probably infers that the reason he speaks ill about his ex-girlfriend is because he is still thinking about her. Therefore, the speaker considers his attitude to be 未練がましい (mirengamashī) , and uses the word 「女々しい」 to describe it.

Generally speaking, never heard of the idea that ``women are mirengamashī'' , so it is unclear why the word 「女々しい」 has the meaning of 「未練がましい」. However, maybe this happens from the stereotype that “Men should live with integrity and a positive attitude without worrying about small things” , and that this led to 「男らしくない = otokorashikunai = unmanly」 to 「女々しい」

The example below is another type of stereotype:

👨 : 君は甘いものを食べすぎている。女みたいだ。 = kun wa amai mono wo tabesugiteiru . onna mitaida = You eat too many sweets. you behave like a woman.

👨: 好きにさせてくれ。 = suki ni sasetekure = Let me do what I want.

This representation reflects gender-based stereotypes. This sentence has the implication that liking sweets is seen as a feminine characteristic, and that men are being criticized for such behavior. This word has the following connotations:

1. The stereotype that liking sweets is a feminine trait. 2. The idea that men should not eat too many sweets. 3. The speaker judges the other person's behavior to be feminine and evaluates it negatively. However, this expression contains gender-based bias and is considered inappropriate in modern society. Food preferences are personal preferences and have nothing to do with gender. Additionally, this expression is sometimes used in conversations between friends or as a joke, but caution should be taken as it may offend the other person.

Let's break it down what Kabuto says:-

Kabuto: サスケ君は望んで我々の元へ来たんだ

Romaji: Sasuke kun wa nozonde wareware no moto e kita n da。

Literal: Sasuke-kun came to us of his own free will.

Raw: 引きずりすぎだよ男のくせに未練たらしいね｡

Romaji: hikizurisugidayo otoko no kuse ni miren tarashīne

引きずりすぎだよ = hikizurisugidayo = "You are too attached to (your memories with him)." or "You are holding on too much to (him)." Here, 引きずる" (literally, "to drag on") means "not to be able to leave behind those memories or feelings from the past."

男のくせに = otoko no kuseni = even though you are a man; for a man; as a man; despite being a man.

男のくせに is pointing out or criticizing that "it is not manly'' (= `` lacks the qualities that are desirable in a man" or ``That is not the behavior expected of a man''). Furthermore, these points and criticisms are based only on the opinion of Kabuto who said, ``even though you are a man,'' (referred to as his ``view of men'').

e. g:

1. 男のくせに泣くな！

otoko no kuse ni nakuna ！

Don't cry , you're a man!

[I wonder why? Is it because they think it's better not to show their weaknesses? Maybe that's an old-fashioned way of thinking. I remember reading somewhere that up until the Sengoku period, men cried a lot.

In this day and age, where the Heisei era was ended and the Reiwa Era has officially begun, I think this idea that “men shouldn't cry” still exists, but it's become much weaker than it used to be. ]

2. 彼は男のくせに甘いものが好きだ。

Kare wa otoko no kuse ni amaimono ga sukida.

For a man, he likes sweets.

[This sentence implies “Men shouldn’t/don’t eat sweets because sweets are for women.]

3. 「男のくせに」とからかわれたものだ。

“otoko no kuse ni” to karakawareta mono da.

They would make fun of me by saying "Be a man."

4. 他人の悪口をかげで言うのは男らしくない。

tanin no waruguchi wo kage de iu no wa otokorashikunai.

It is not manly to speak ill of others behind their backs.

未練たらしいね = miren tarashīne = "It is unpleasant to see that you can't give him up." Or "It's disgusting that you can't let him go." Here, 「未練」 means "a regret," "lingering affection", "attachment," "persistence," etc., and 「たらしい」 in 「未練たらしい」 implies that Kabuto finds it displeasing. たらしい (tarashī) is an expression of something that makes you feel uncomfortable.

Overall what Kabuto said have the following connotation:

1. 女々しい (memashī)

2. A man should always be strong.

Men are criticized for such behavior. And Kabuto is judging Naruto's behavior and evaluates it negatively. [And in Japan, there is a tendency to think that it's lame for men to dwell on the past.]

So, Kabuto is criticizing Naruto. And I also think he's mocking him too.

(Kabuto) Raw: ��ッ相変わらずサスケサスケかい...

Romaji: fu, aikawarazu Sasuke Sasukekai...

Literal: Heh, you are still all about Sasuke Sasuke, huh...

相変わらず aikawarazu- means still (not change), It's the same as it's ever been; As always; same as before; have not changed; as ever; as usual. This typically conveys a feeling of sarcasm and criticism. 相変わらず can only be used for comparisons of “past “ and “now” of one thing. フッ is an onomatopoeic expression for sneering.

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mywitchyblog · 6 months ago

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mrchiipchrome · 2 years ago

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Helmet

W.C.- 1,7 k

prompt 8. -Loving you was a hazard, so I got my heart a helmet. prompt 11. -Oh I’m down on my hands and knees, begging you please. prompt 13. -I’m feeling so tired, really falling apart.

A/n: this started out as a song blurb, but it became too long. anyways if you want to request there's a prompt list linked in the masterlist :)

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You knew it was risky to date the ‘fuckgirl’ of the team, but as she flashed you that cheesy loving smile, all those worries slipped to the back of your head. She was no longer the hot girl that your teammates told you to stay away from, she was just your Leah.

Your Leah that would kiss you oh so tenderly, your Leah who would look you in the eyes and tell you she loved you, your Leah who had you convinced that she’d changed. Your Leah who wasn’t yours.

When you notice the first signs of your declining relationship, you outright chose to ignore them. To this day you can’t understand why you did what you did, maybe you had inherited the same naivety as your mother, maybe you were just too in love with the blonde.

Either way, it didn’t matter, not when she wasn’t yours to love.

When Leah started password protecting all her devices like she had done in the earliest stages of your relationship, you should have packed your bags and left. But you didn’t listen to that gut feeling that told you something was up, now you know to always trust your gut.

Then came the secrecy, the one that made you feel so stupid and like you were a stranger in your own relationship. Leah would leave you at random points during the day, claiming that the physio needed her to come in for a ‘quick session’, technically she wasn’t wrong it was just a different type of session than you thought.

After that most of the sweet, intimate moments began to wither away. You no longer got a kiss goodbye nor did you get to do something as simple as hold her hand. And when you finally did get an intimate moment with her, it was like she didn’t mean her actions. She didn’t mean the kiss she would press so feather light to your lips, the kiss that once meant so much.

Leah was slipping through your fingers, and the worst thing was that there was nothing you could do about it.

But it was really when she started to come home with gifts after her every outing that the pattern truly emerged. It was eerily similar to how it had been when your father had been having an affair with his secretary. You feel so incredibly stupid when all the puzzle pieces finally fall into place, of course history has to repeat itself. I mean it was just your luck.

No matter how disgusting you feel at the thought of invading Leah’s privacy, it was essential for you to get your proof.

So when Leah decides to take a shower at your place after another ‘session’ with the physio, you take the opportunity to look through her phone.

It only takes you two tries to get it unlocked, the woman having the audacity to have it as your birthday. It takes even less time to find the proof you need, the overly suggestive comments between her and one of the assistant physios telling you everything you needed to know about their less than appropriate activities.

By the time Leah exits the bathroom in one of your fluffy towels, you’ve already screenshotted it and sent it to your phone, the naked photos on her phone so revolting that you have to keep yourself from throwing up all over your expensive rug.

“What are you doing with my phone?” Leah questions carefully, her wet hair splayed over her strong shoulders and dripping onto your floor.

“What in the fuck does it look like I’m doing Leah fucking Williamson?” You shoot back at her, the usually overconfident woman retreating back at your tone.

“It looks like you’re invading my privacy.” You can’t help the scoff that escapes your lips, Leah always finding a way to flip all the blame onto you.

“I can’t believe you, I’m not even sure why I’m surprised. Of course that’s what I get for dating a fuck girl.” The offended look that appears on Leah’s face only makes you chuckle harder, the mask of finding the whole situation funny hiding the hurt you felt at her betrayal.

“Baby, I promise it’s not what it seems like. We’re only friends.” Leah hurries the words out, trying her hardest to make you believe them.

“Oh it’s not what it seems like, IT’S NOT WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE!? ‘I had fun last night, we should do it again sometime;)’ or maybe ‘Be careful, I think Y/n’s on to us.’ that does not sound like something I’d say to a friend.” The firmness in your voice worries center back, never having heard it sound like that.

“Baby please, I didn’t mean it-”

“You’re pathetic and a FUCKING HAZARD TO LOVE Leah Williamson! I mean, I knew the whole ‘love’ thing would be risky, but god damn it Leah loving you is a hazard and I really should’ve gotten my heart a helmet while I had the chance.” You finish off your rant, moving towards your own door fully intent on leaving her there in your apartment.

Just as you pass her on the way to your door, Leah grabs hold of your hand tightly, willing you not to go out the door.

The blonde soon found herself on her knees in front of you, your frame towering over her.

“Baby, I’m down on my hands and knees begging you to not go. I love you so much and that girl was a mistake. I promise, just please give me another chance.” Her desperate voice rings out through the apartment, and the slight chuckle that escapes your mouth is enough for the tears to start streaming down her face.

“Get up. GET UP I SAID! I’m not going to accept any of your pathetic attempts to get me to forgive you. You knew exactly how I felt about cheaters yet you went and cheated on me, congratu-fucking-lations Leah, you lost me the second you started sleeping with that tramp. Now I’m going to give you four days to get your shit out of my apartment or else I’m burning it, you understand?” Leah nods her head frantically, her wet tears landing on your cheeks where you wipe them away.

Continuing on your way to the door, Leah’s choked up voice stops you in your tracks for the last time.

“Where are you going?” Sighing, you respond as quickly as you could, hand on the doorknob.

“I’m staying with a friend, don’t contact me and don’t try to find out who I’m staying with. I have proof of your affair so don’t even try to test me.” And with that, you’re out the door, leaving Leah to pick up the pieces of her heart she herself broke.

The rain soaks through your hoodie and all the way down through to your socks. Just great, of course the weather had to match your mood.

The alkaline water falling from the sky mixes with the tears falling down the vicinity of your face and paints a painstakingly beautiful portrayal of how it feels to love someone even after they’ve wronged you. How it feels to be betrayed the way you were.

Arriving at the house where your favorite lives, you can’t help but feel completely defeated when they open the door, the fight no longer in you at all.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Beth asks you as she swings the door open, seeing your slumped over form, despair written all over your face.

“She fucking cheated on me” You cry, Beth holding your rain soaked sobbing body in her arms.

As Viv appears around the corner she looks questioningly at Beth, but the woman holding you just gestures to the upstairs area. Viv gets the hint quickly and disappears up the stairs to get you some dry clothing, your current ones plastered to your skin like a second skin.

“I loved her so much and she cheated on me. Why’d she cheat on me Bethy? Am I really that hard to love properly?” The sobbed words feels like a stab in the heart for the older woman, she knew she should’ve told you exactly why Leah was bad news.

“Shhh shhhh, it has nothing to do with you sweetie. Leah’s bad news and she’s truly stupid for doing that to you.” Viv rejoins you, patting your shoulder awkwardly while trying to help Beth console you. It only gets her a glare, and she makes the motion of going to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

“I’m feeling so tired Bethy, she’s really succeeded in making me fall apart this time.” Beth leads you over to the bathroom and hands you the dry clothes to put on, the comforting smell of them leaving you to think about how Leah’s used to be equally as comforting.

Back at your apartment, Leah sits slumped over on the shiny hardwood floor, tears streaming down her face. The realization that she just destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to her came like a punch in the gut.

She’d never loved someone like you before, having been hurt the same way she just hurt you so many times before. Leah can’t help but think back on the beautiful times you had together, the feeling of being so incredibly loved, something she’d never felt from a romantic partner before.

She had gotten scared of her own emotions and she had hurt you in the process, if she could she would go back and stop herself from ever texting that girl back.

Like a wise woman once said, you never know what you’ve got until you’ve lost it.

At the same time, you’re laying with your head in your best friend's lap and your feet in your other one’s. Tears slip down your cheeks and color the older woman’s pant leg a darker version of its earlier shade.

Yeah, the next time your friends warn you about someone, you’re sure as hell going to take their advice.

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