#anyways say something nice about honey badger

[legovasavouchi]

guess how old this bird is

[agendabymooner]

mamma mia (again) ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc)

“they ask me why i’m so hot, ‘cause i’m italiano.”

summary: a series of video clips, but it’s only just danny ric being in love with a certain lester alessandro.

content warning: hint or two of suggestive comments (nothing detailed or graphic), use of explicit language, filler blurb or something, danny being a simp for few videos straight (“have my kids” type beat), lester being an etsy and pinterest enthusiast, literally posted this blurb from my phone so they’re crazy about their image limits 😩

note: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE 105 FOLLOWERS?! UHM? seriously, i’ve never been so happy. i honestly only started posting these because i have them ingrained in my brain and won’t let go until i write or make something. just indulging my imagination you know? enjoy xx

masterlist

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏

【VIDEO ONE — daniel ricciardo is a gatekeeper】

[1st image: yeah, i dunno. everyone just found out that i made it official with my girlfriend and i’m pretty sure i just saw lando weeping in his room. max was the second to react to it and i’m so sure he recoiled. he did say that he didn't want to know what happened in imola few months ago.]

[2nd: interviewer: what happened in imola few months ago? daniel: *chuckles* wouldn’t you like to know - nah, i’m messing about. nothing happened in imola besides from me retiring to my bed early. i think we were both drunk when i posted that photo and i know it looks lewd but there's no way we could've done anything questionable.]

[3rd: d: but yeah. we didn't really want to catch that much attention until maybe i don't know... when we're married or something *chuckles* i: keep it a secret until the wedding? d: yeah. but charles, the absolute fool, posted videos during the concert with me in the background. It would've been real nice if no one caught onto it until we had a mini ric running and racing, you know? just to wreak havoc.]

【VIDEO TWO — daniel ricciardo talks about lester’s love language in his gq video】

[1st: i got this journal from lori. it has my initials "DR" on it for daniel ricciardo*laughs* it's one of those many first gifts that i’ve gotten from her throughout our first few months of dating. her love language isn't just shitting on my life -she has every single aspect of love language within her and this is one of them.]

[2nd: when she gave this to me, all she said was "you can write out your thoughts if you can't let them out through your mouth. *giggles* "she clearly had her thoughts sorted out that time especially when she showed me a page with an embossed phrase or nickname, "tasso di miele" - it means honey badger. she apparently bought the custom embosser from etsy and almost fought tooth and nail just to get it in time. *laughs even more* i love her so much, i honestly wanted to cry that day.]

[3rd: lori actually has a laptop with *laughs* itunes on it and she still got some playlists from 2010-2014? yeah. she’s put a lot of old taylor swift songs in my ipod during the christmas break. my favourite album right now is speak now. she loves red.]

【VIDEO THREE — lester hates ashy hands confirmed】

[1st: daniel: i think i should just cover my hands with gloves all the time. lando: that literally has nothing to do with anything that we're about to do. d: lori tells me that my hands are rough whenever she holds them.]

[2nd: l: or you know... you can just use a hand lotion all the time because your hands dry up real fast? d: ah that's true. i wonder if that's why lori just casually put a bottle of hand cream on my travel bag. the thing smells nice though. it’s chamomile.]

【VIDEO FOUR — it’s okay to spoil your partner; even if it’s an accent chair from her pinterest board】

[1st: d: lori just sent me a picture of an armchair from ikea. l: why was she randomly in ikea, by the way? I saw the text. d: window shopping. but anyway, she saw this armchair that she had on her pinterest board. she asked "pretty or no?" with the green velvet chair. l: what did you tell her?]

[2nd: word to word? I texted her "LOL you should see the accent chair I've gotten you for our flat in monaco." l: are you serious? *laughs* d: she wouldn't tell me what she wanted for her birthday. I only got a brief idea when she left her phone in my pocket once and gave me a free access to her pinterest boards.]

[coco-loco-nut]

Daddy’s Girl - Part 2

pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Stroll Reader

summary: you bring Daniel on the family vacation

a/n: thanks for the request!

masterlist part one

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You invited Daniel to the annual winter family vacation, this year to a beautiful beach in Fiji. Lance has finally just come around to the idea of you and Daniel. It’s also Daniel’s first time meeting your mom, Chloe, and her husband Scotty.

“I’m actually a little nervous,” Daniel says as you board one of your families private jets from Australia, opting for a take off time that will have you landing in the morning.

“I promise there won’t be a repeat of the dinner, just be a little more careful than usual since they haven’t met you yet and you’ll be fine,” you sit in the chair across from your boyfriend.

“I can handle it, for a week of relaxation with my girl,” he smiles at you, “and getting to see you in a bikini,” Daniel winks, never missing an opportunity to turn something dirty.

“If you want to see that all you have to do is ask, honey badger. I hope you brushed up your golf skills too, because Dad will probably want you to go golfing with them, and before you ask, no I won’t be there for you to stare at in a skirt,” you tell Daniel, one step ahead of him.

“How do you feel about joining the mile high club?” Daniel asks, his lips close to your ear once you’ve taken off and the pilot turns off the seatbelt light.

“I think it’s a good thing this is an overnight flight,” you reply, heart beating faster.

“Be a good girl for me and go back to that bed made up just for us,” Daniel instructs, the air thickening between you, so you say the one thing that will mess with him.

“Yes, daddy,” you smirk, moving towards the back of the plane where a bed is made up from the couch.

The pilot wakes you up before descent with an announcement, you scramble to get back into your seat and buckled.

“It’s beautiful,” you gasp as you look out at the island.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Daniel compliments, your cheeks flame.

“Danny, shut up,” your laughter fills the plane. It’s not too much longer before you deplane and a short ride gets you to the rented villa.

“Y/n! And you must be Daniel, welcome to the villa, I’m very happy you made it,” your mom greets you with a hug. Daniel goes for the handshake but your mom hugs him anyway. She still comes on the family vacation despite your dad remarrying. His new wife, Raquel, did not join this time, busy back home.

“Thank you for having me, I hope I’m not intruding,” Daniel says, he’s not always the rakish Australian that you love.

“Of course you aren’t, come in, breakfast is almost ready,” your mom shows you your room first, so you can drop your luggage and change before breakfast.

You opt for a bikini covered by a tee and linen shorts, Daniel goes off of your vibe, wearing something he would back home. The best part about the villa is that all the bedrooms are separated from the main living space and yours happens to overlook the beach with its own private patio.

“We’re on vacation, no need to dress fancy unless it’s a special dinner,” you grab his hand and drag him down to the kitchen table. “Sit, I’ll grab us coffee and food,” you smile, he just follows your lead.

“Daniel seems like a nice guy, Dad spoke kindly of him,” your older sister, Chloe says, sliding up beside you.

“The only thing Daddy doesn’t like is his age. Lancie was mad at me for a while, I guess Danny is his rival,” you tell her everything that you’ve said over the phone before.

“Well you look happy, that’s enough for me,” she hugs you.

“How was the flight here?” you ask, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.

“Good, poor Lance is the only one who doesn’t have a partner here, but it was a long flight. We only got here an hour before you. How was yours?” Chloe wiggles her eyebrows.

“Very nice, shorter than yours because we left from Australia, but I can say that I am a part of the exclusive club. Don’t tell Daddy, he will actually kill Danny,” you look at her and she just smirks.

“Scotty and I did the same thing on that plane, who am I to judge?”

“Girls, once the coffee is done help me carry in the food,” your mom tells you both.

“You take the coffee in, I’ll help Mom,” you tell Chloe, who doesn’t argue. You follow behind her with plates of food, setting them on the table and taking your seat between Danny and Lance.

“Morning, Y/n,” Lance greets you with a tired smile.

“Morning, Lancie,” you take a sip of the coffee Chloe poured you. Breakfast isn’t too eventful, just quiet chatter as everyone is still a bit tired from the flight.

“I’m going to go sleep a little bit, you are welcome to join me,” you tell Daniel, who happily follows you back to the bedroom. You make sure to set an alarm so that you don’t sleep longer than a couple hours, and it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep, the warm ocean breeze combined with Daniel’s superior cuddles knocks you out quickly.

You spend the rest of your day lounging on the beach, catching up with your sister and mom. Daniel is also on the beach, but he’s talking racing with Lawrence, Lance, and Scotty, even though they all promised that they wouldn’t.

As the sun sets, you all sit down for dinner, prepared by the private chef service that is a part of the villa rental.

“Will you pass me the water, Daddy?” you ask your dad, slightly kicking Daniel as he seemed to start reaching.

“Here you are, sweetheart,” it’s a relief that no one noticed Daniel’s reaction. Once you pout your water, you give Daniel an unimpressed look to which he just grins. You would do anything for that smile.

The next couple days are extremely relaxing, spent swimming in the pool, playing on the beach, and a lot of sex. Daniel couldn’t help the last part, have you seen yourself? You are an absolute goddess, plus your sun kissed skin from all the time spent outside, completely irresistible. You felt the same way, the tropical air making his curls bounce, his tan skin and toned abs, you could jump him anytime.

On the fourth day, Lawrence takes the guys golfing and your mom takes you and your sister to a spa to gossip and relax.

“So, when are you joining the married couple club?” Chloe asks as the three of you are in your massage.

“I’m not sure, Daniel is really focused on getting his career back on track, plus it’s nice to just follow him around the world and not be planning a wedding. If it’s meant to be, it will happen, but it’s still pretty early in the relationship and I am a lot younger than him,” you say, not concerned about holding your thoughts back.

“Honey, that doesn’t matter. If it’s right, it’s right. I haven’t seen you happier with anyone else and the two of you look at each other like you are the only ones in the world. Plus from what I’ve heard you tell your sister, you have a very healthy sex life,” your mom adds to the conversation and you lift your head a little to look at her.

“Mom!” you let out a scandalized gasp.

“It’s natural, it’s a good thing. Just wrap it before you tap it,” she brushes it off, savoring the spa experience.

“Scotty and I have been talking to Lance and Daniel. Lance has said nothing but good things about Daniel and Daniel cannot stop telling us about how much he adores you,”

“I would marry him if he asked, all I’m saying is that there’s no need to rush into it,” you defend yourself, putting an end to the conversation.

“Sir, I would like permission to marry your daughter. I’m not going to ask yet, I think it’s better to wait until we’ve been together for a little longer, but your daughter is the one for me. Y/n is perfect in every way and I want to make her happy for the rest of her life,” Daniel says to Lawrence as they stand off to the side, watching Scotty and Lance tee off.

“No,” Lawrence says, wanting to see the drivers reaction.

“I respect that sir, but I do think that Y/n wants to marry me eventually and if that will make her happy then I will marry her despite your wishes,” Daniel sets his jaw, trying to think where he went wrong. Lawrence didn’t see him make a move to grab the water the other night, did he?

“I’m kidding, son. You have my permission, but if you mess it up, I will end your racing career,” Lawrence smiles, happy that his baby girl is happy and found a life partner.

“Thank you, sir. I wouldn’t expect less,” Daniel breathes a sigh of relief.

When the guys get back to the villa, they spot the girls on the couch, wrapped in light blankets, watching old Disney movies.

“You guys took relaxing to heart. I should’ve joined you instead,” Lance quickly makes his way to couch, squeezing in between his siblings.

“Do you girls want wine?” Lawrence asks, an amused smile on his face.

“Yes, Daddy,” you and Chloe purposefully say in unison, watching Daniel and Scotty restrain themselves at the last second.

“Boys, come help me out,” Lawrence tells Scotty and Daniel, not noticing their reactions.

The next day, you, Daniel, and Lance join Chloe and Scotty on a guided hike. Lance, being the only single one, is relegated to photographer unless it a a group photo that the tour guide offers to take.

On the last day, there is a rain storm, so you spend the day inside playing card games and reading. Like always, you never want to leave, even if you are going back to Monaco.

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tagged: danielricciardo, chloestroll, lancestroll, scottyjames

y/nstroll the kids go hiking in Fiji, what pretty views☀️🌊

user1 I think the Stroll girls have a thing for Australians

danielricciardo the best view was sitting beside me

y/nstroll shut up 😭🫶

user2 oh to be an F1 driver or heiress going on winter break

chloestroll this is my petition for a kids only family vacation soon

lancestroll i second that

scottyjames i third that

danielricciardo i fourth that

y/nstroll guys this is why we have a group chat (let’s book one right now)

claireannstroll my babies ❤️

[a-bit-too-silly]

Would you maybe do a drabble about regressed Logan being fussy about having to take a bath, maybe with CG Wade?

of course! I decided to have a bit of an inconsistent narrator cus Wade talks right to the reader sometimes. Hope this is alright! :]

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If there's one thing Logan *isn't* known for, it's his cleanliness. He takes care of himself most of the time. He's half good at that don't get this twisted, dear reader. But.. well, he's not particularly neat. We'll put it that way.

When he's big he's always getting covered in sweat, grime, blood, ash, he's really the type to roll around in mud like a dog if he thinks it'll make him feel better. 'Feral' is a good word to describe him, even when he's not gone into one of his berserker rages. But when he's little, it's.. yeah, it's the same story. Maybe a bit less blood and no ash since I wouldn't- ehh... *nobody* would let that little guy smoke anything. Not even his beloved cigars. Thankfully he's found some other ways to satiate that oral fixation of his, even if it does mean the occasional bite on the arm every now and then.

Regardless of what he decides to sink those little chompers into, he still manages to get himself coated in just about everything he comes across.

Mud? Oh-ho, definitely. No use in putting him in his raincoat and boots since he'd prefer to stomp around in every puddle barefoot anyway.

Food? You know it. You could be feeding him as neatly as possible only to turn your back for a moment and find some mashed avocado in his eyebrow.

Dust from the floor? Yep. Paint? Sure. Crayons? Somehow, yeah. Blue fur from Kurt? Mhm. Don't get me started on the jam incident. That sweet honey badger found his way into the cabinets.. the evidence of that massacre still stains those poor porous countertops.

I'll hand it to him, he's talented.

Unfortunately... bath time is his worst enemy. Maybe it has something to do with the experimentation, that'd make the most sense. Maybe it's his tendency to sink. Maybe he just prefers to be a stinky little gremlin. It's not exactly my place to ask. He's often too little or too tired to stay standing long enough for a shower, and sponge baths aren't really an option.

With background info out of the way, let's get back to the problem at hand.

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"Cmon peanut, I made sure to put in the bubbles you like! They're yellow!" Wade says with a small gesture towards the tub. "Al! Tell him they're yellow!"

"You really think I'd be more convincing than you?" She calls from the other room almost incredulously. - oh, right. *Blind* Al.. yeah.. maybe not the best at identifying colors. - Wade looks out the door of the bathroom in the general direction of where Al is seated, minding her business.

"See? Al likes how yellow they are." He says in spite of everything, "Do you want to get in the tub now, munchkin?"

"no. No bat-time." Logan, as little as he is right now, scowls. It doesn't have the intended effect, but Wade lets out a dramatic groan anyway. Toddlers.. can't be reasoned with.

"Unfortunately not how this works, kiddo." Wade says, crouching down next to the tub where Logan has firmly planted himself against the tile. He's no longer wearing his top, seeing as it was an unfortunate bystander to some sticky pancakes and cubed meats. All chopped up nice and small so Logan wouldn't choke but big enough that he could chew on em a decent bit.

"Don' need ta." The adamantium boned toddler huffs in response, "'m not dirty."

"no, but you are sticky, kiddo. And you were playing outside with Storm earlier so I bet you got a bit icky there too." This only makes Logan's scowl firmer. The once little pout growing in such a way that makes Wade's heart ache. If it weren't for the fact that Al would definitely nag him about Logan's sticky fingers, face, chest, shoulders... Logan's general *stickiness*, he doubts he'd ever manage to get the rascal to ever bathe.

"Papa get in first." He said firmly, pointing to the tub like he's the one calling the shots. Which he is. Wade is a weak weak man for his grumpy little guy. "'n no dunking."

'Dunking' in this case stands for dipping the little guy's head under water. Wade would never, but it gets mentioned at least once per bath time. Upon hearing the statement, Wade throws up his hand in a solemn oath.

"Scouts honor." Now, Wade has never been a boy scout, but he's also never been one for hurting kids so the promise still stands. With that, he slips out of his slippers and rolls his sweatpants up to his knees so he hopefully won't get too soaked, and he sits down on the edge of the tub. The water in the tub isn't too deep, only reaching up to around the middle of Wade's calf, with another few inches on top of thick yellowy foam from the bath bomb Logan relished in watching dissolve.

Still reluctant, Logan watches as Wade sits on the edge of the tub for a while. And Wade lets him. It's a slow process, always is, but after a few minutes of pouty glaring Logan tugs off the last of his clothes then clambers up into the tub with a bit of help from Wade. Just to ensure he doesn't slip. The water is still nicely warm despite the slow process, maintained by frequent touchups of hot water and lifting up the plug to let out the cold.

"Good job, peanut." Wade says softly as he grabs an old cup, bright red in color and decorated with a variety of stickers, and starts to ladle water over Logan's shoulders. He's learned the hard way that Logan has the 'if my head gets wet in a dry room I will shake until it's dry' reflex, so hair washing stays until the end.

Logan is quiet and stiff, letting out the occasional whine despite himself. Seems he's on the silent treatment side of the spectrum rather than the 'giving a cat a bath' side. It's almost worse, but Wade knows he'll perk back up once things are done.

So he starts to gently scrub the sticky syrup and dirt from Logan's hands, meeting his eye as best he can. His little one is sulking, lip still pouted out, eyes downcast and sad.

"Bath time is no fun, I know, my sour faced friend." Wade sighs, "anything that could make it better, bubbie?"

Logan stays quiet for a while, only moving when Wade needs to reach somewhere to clean. "No."

"mmm." Wade mumbles, taking the removable showerhead off of its holder so he can quickly rinse off Logan, getting his hair and rinsing off the soap. "Just a moment.."

"done?"

"Yep. All done, honeybun." He says as he stands up to grab a towel from the shelf, that earns him some grabby hands and a desperate search for 'uppies'. Which he gladly satisfies after bundling him up in a towel. Yeah, I can pick him up. Adamantium skeletoned 300+ pound toddler? No biggie. "Let's get you in some jammies and maybe you can convince Nana Al to let you put on a movie. That sound good, bubsicle?"

Logan nestles his head into the crook of Wade's neck and nods a little, his limbs clinging to Wade like a koala clings to a tree. He's really not used to being picked up, regardless of how much he asks for it.

"And then Papa pool is gonna make some chicken nuggets and fries and we're gonna forget all about that icky horrible bath." Wade continues as he carries Logan to the bedroom, patting his back occasionally.

"Dino shapes?" Logan asks quietly.

"Oh, definitely. That makes em more nutritious." Wade scoffs, pulling out a pair of comfortable flannel pants and a T-shirt that still manages to be baggy even on Logan's broad frame. The faded pattern still clearly reads 'Bambi' with the titular character looking up at a butterfly while sitting in a bed of flowers. It's a favorite of his, and maybe Wade has been messing with continuity to make sure it never wears out. Maybe. Come on, every one needs their recognizable outfits!

Logan dresses himself with only a touch of help with the socks. Then he does that silly toddler walk, the one where its more stomps than normal footfalls, off towards Al with Wade following close behind.

[blackbloodteeth]

Snippet Sunday, raaaaaaaah Thank you for the tag @chickycherrycola, here's where the animal question ended up :3c (as well as the stoner bit haha). Also just something that went through my head last night so this was perfect for this haha

This snippet's gotta lotta weed smells, but enjoy the vibe hah

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The door closes quietly to his side, which isn't saying much with the music still booming throughout the house. He can feel it even as he trudges down the stair's steps, softer and softer with each slow stride down the pavement of the surrounding back garden. Synthesizers echo like beach waves even as he holds it all in his chest, fingers silently rubbing together in his jean pockets while he carries on towards the edge of the garden, finally letting out a sigh when he can see the full moon bathing everything outside the hanging lights in a soft and gentle glow.

The chirps of crickets keep him company, gazing towards the night sky, barely a cloud or faint hint of the color taken by dusk as Soul loosens another longing breath and just lets him be himself. Shaggy hair spreads out from his face, covering his neck in a mane and layering the rest of his body in a fine coat, ending in a hanging tail he'd admittedly accept being called fluffy. His elongated snout – full of sharp canine teeth – hinges open as he then holds a rolled up smoke in it to retrieve his lighter and spark the end of it.

Vivid embers flare up a little as he seeps the thick scent of cannabis into his lungs, thumb fidgeting back and forth over the lighter's metal until the plume frees itself with almost a whistle, Soul's eyes lazily falling on the moon again. It's a nice night for what it is, not too hot and pretty peaceful, all things considered for a maned wolf like him. Great for keeping his mind off things, really… Not that it would ever last though when a sudden noise flips his ears behind him, honing in on footsteps that he soon follows with his human eyes as the fur and tail and claws have already retreated back into himself.

He takes another casual puff though when he catches on to the pretty black dress and braided hair belonging to none other than Maka, who playfully rolls her eyes when he tosses a wave at her. Well, a great night's always better with her, anyway.

Maka doesn't say much while she strolls past all the closed-up flowers for the night and eventually wanders close enough to Soul's side. She's just turning the drink around in her hands, so might as well see what conversation his stoner-addled brain can come up with.

"You ever feel like… you never really fit in?" Outstanding start, genius. "I- I mean don't get me wrong, you guys are great and the party's fun, but….." Fumbled.

"Says the introvert."

Omega fumbled. "Yeah, well, I do like hangin' with you guys, but I, um… Nevermind, it's dumb……"

Soul takes a long, deep breath of smoke so he doesn't have to speak anymore or think about that snorty little way Maka laughs- Not like malicious, just…

"Don't worry, I get what you're saying." His thumb runs back and forth over the top of the lighter, her fingers tapping against the side of the plastic party cup. "For what it's worth though…"

The still-lit weed almost drops right from his gaping mouth as he watches her hair reform her face into a muzzle, long claws soon curled around the cup and a brilliant split of blonde and auburn that extends into a stubby tail peeking out from underneath the lower frill of her dress. A fang flashes at him while she sighs whimsically towards the moonlight, a smile sitting on the maw of a short, fearsome gal – A honey badger. Somehow it… all makes sense now.

"…I don't care where you fit in, just that it's never really a party without you."

Even with the dark of the night blending with the light of the indistinguishable echoing of the house, the mossy, earthy green of Maka's eyes fully captivates him, stealing all of his breath away until time resumes when he has to blink and turn away, chuckling to take a drag of smoke again. Pulling into his lungs, and out through the canine teeth of his long snout, fluffy tail wagging ever so slightly. Neither of them need to say anything, just standing in each other's company with the cricket song and moonlight painting it all in a comfortable fuzziness.

We won't say he doesn't eventually call her cute and that she halfheartedly punches him in the arm for it, though.

[chaotictarlos]

Pudding Punishment

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings / Tags: 4 x 14 Coda, 4 x 14 "Tongues Out", dom / sub vibes, bottom carlos reyes, teasing, bondage, bondage by rope, use of sex toys, orgasm control, hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, m x m smut, m x m sex, bottom carlos reyes

Summary: Carlos faces some fun consequences to stealing the pudding.

Author's Note: I started to write this before the episode even came on and I think that's funny. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! It took me a little longer to write because I was trying something new, which was a lot. Hope you enjoy it!

thank you to @meditating-honey-badger for being amazing and betaing this for me.

My other season 4 fics

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“And you know what? It was delicious.”

Carlos’ words played on repeat in TK’s mind the entire fucking day after he left the firehouse shortly after Paul called him out for eating his pudding.

It wasn’t what he said, but the way he had said it

The way his voice pitched lower when he said “It was delicious,” like he was telling TK how good he looks spread out on their bed, did things to him. It wasn’t fair for Carlos to use that voice in public like it doesn’t fuck TK up five ways to Sunday when he uses it. TK knows that Carlos did it on purpose. He doesn’t have any proof but he knows he did.

It's the voice that made TK half hard after Carlos left - Nancy and Paul teasing him about it - and is the reason, well one of them, TK decided that Carlos needs to be taught a lesson. He can’t just steal pudding and use that voice without any kind of consequences.

Thankfully, TK gets home before that day because it gives him time to plan, not that he needs much time because he already knows what he’s going to do to Carlos when he gets home. But it’s still fun to think about it, and if TK takes the edge off and takes pictures to show Carlos later - that’s his business.

When Carlos finally walks into the loft later that evening, TK has planted himself by the kitchen counter. He’s leaning against it casually, wearing gray sweatpants and an open plaid shirt, his hair wet. After having fun earlier in the evening, he showered so that he would be nice and clean when Carlos got home.

“So, the pudding,” TK says as soon as Carlos slips off his shoes and tosses the keys into the dish.

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tags: @strangefurychaos @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan @noxsoulmate @rangergurlgleek1211 @detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @thebumblecee @mooshkat @importantbailiffpaperpony @cowlos-reyes @meditating-honey-badger @paperstorm @otter-love-asl @kiloskywalker @angeltk @firstprince-history-huh @brouill3r3r @sanjuwriteswrites

[mymansdanny3]

CHAMPIONS

daniel riccardo x driver!reader

|CHAPTER ONE|

“lara

the first arab female driver in history of formula 1,how does it feel to be starting your first season?”

“oh my god i’m so extremely excited this is my dream come true and i’ve worked so hard and i’m finally here so ya”

“we’ll uh thank you for your time miss lara”

“the pleasure is all mine”

lara got out of her seat and walked back to her new alphine pr team

“lara we have a group interview with all the grid in about 10 mins”

“okay cool one sec”

she said as she picked up the phone to call her best friend,linda.linda’s been there since lara first started karting at the very late age of 14.

“brooo hiii how did it goo” said linda the moment she picked up

“i didn’t even do it yet” said lara with a slight laugh

“oh you got my hopes up,thought you’d call me with good news”

“bro i’m just shit nervous”

“don’t be your the most strong willed one on the grid so you’ll be okay”

“thanks bro,oh shit okay i gotta go but i’ll call you after, byeeeeeee”

“yes okay byeeeeee”

they closed and lara rushed back to the team so they could get there in time

the moment she walked in all eyes were on her,she felt so worried but knew that she had to keep her head up.

she was placed to sit in between leclerc and ricciardo,she had been a big fan of daniel ever since she was a teen.

“hi i’m daniel” “and i’m charles”

“hii ya i know who you guys are” she felt her cheeks flush, “i’m lara”

“where are u from lara” says the older one with a smile

“egypt”

“oh wow that’s really cool” said charles

“ya thank you” she said

“guys let’s start ya?” said the interviewer

“so welcome back to the 2022 session”

“we have a few new faces on the paddock but the one that stands out the most is miss lara,hi welcome to your first f1 session how are u feeling?”she said with a bright smile

“hi hi hi um im so excited to be here and i’m so ready to crush everyone”she said with the biggest smile”sorry y’all but uh anyways ya i’m so excited and truly am so grateful for this chance to be here with the big dogs”

“so lara your not only the first female f1 racer but also first arab f1 racer how do you feel about that?”

“i ofc feel like so like omg i can’t even explain it”she said as she smiled even more “i feel like one i accomplished something no one before me could and two i’m so happy that someone finally did so it opens doors to the others like me to accomplish this dream”

“we’ll the rest of the drivers how do you feel about a female being on the grid this session?”

vettel the first to speak says “i’m so happy for her and truly feel like this is a great opportunity to all other females to keep on trying” he said as he looked at her with an approving grin

next came lewis “i feel like it should’ve happened sooner, but as they say sooner better than later”he said with a smile

esteban says shortly after “i’m so very excited to have her as a team mate she is a huge talent in the sport and i’m excited to see what comes from our friendship” he says as you both start laughing

“i also wanna say that i watched someoof her races when i first heard the news and i feel like we’re all up for a big challenge since she’s such an amazing and talented driver”she looked over her shoulder to see that the words came out the famous honey badger, she smiled and thanked them all and they all smiled yet daniels smile caught her eye and made her heart flush.

the interviewer asked the rest of the grip some questions and finally said “well that’s all thank you all and good luck”

they all got out of there seats, lara started to walk away when a young british boy came up to her

“hi i’m lando, so i wanted to tell you were having a start of the session party tonight and we all want you to come”

“oh thank you i’d love to come lando”she said nicely

“great! here’s the address come at uhhhhh hmmm oh right 8 and wear your party attire” lara and lando both laughing at how forgetful he is

“i will don’t worry” she said as she walked away

that went surprisingly well, she thought as she continued to walk

[esoteric-mantra-stuff]

Virgil and Beatrice (A Starry Night Epilogue)

CW: Mentions of farting (idk if this needs a cw but I'm being safe) and anything related to AoIS and what happened earlier.

So this is just a funky epilogue I wrote to tie some stuff over. It's not requiered reading or anything, but I hope all of you enjoy :3.

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You spend a lot of time sleeping while in her camp. Your neck injury has been getting better, but there’s only so much her incantations can do. You can’t get up from your sickbed just yet, much less get out of the makeshift tent that was made for you, but you’re well enough that you can speak and sit up without wincing in pain. It’s been only three days, but you’ve been making remarkable progress. She comes over twice every day and keeps you company. This time she brings you your plain gruel and talks to you about anything really. She’s always been the chatty type, a bell on every tooth, but you don’t mind it. You’ve always been more of a listener anyway. It almost makes your gruel have some flavor, other than the iron taste of blood that lingers in your mouth, that is. “I’m sorry, but you can’t eat any solids still, not until I can make sure your neck won’t open up again.” She says upon seeing your dismayed expression. “At least I tried to make it as rich as possible. There’s nothing worse than watery gruel.” You sigh, looking at the beige colored paste on your plate. “I’m grateful, it’s just that the flavor leaves much to be desired.” You bring a spoonful to your mouth, swallowing the gruel carefully. “Yeah….” She says, looking at you as you eat away at your plate. “Well, look on the bright side. At least you’re getting a lot of fiber in your diet, I bet you haven’t been this regular in years.” You roll your eyes at the comment and continue eating despite the crass nature of her chosen topic.

She stares, but then a smile slowly creeps onto her lips. Oh no. “Well… I guess I don’t actually have to guess that your bowel movements are fine.” She says, trying not to laugh as you put your spoon down and look at her as deadpan as you can. Do you want to know? Probably not, but if you don’t ask it’s just going to be this weird inside joke, except she’s the only one in on it. You sigh. “... And how do you know that?” It’s better to get it over quickly, you tell yourself, but you feel instant regret the moment her barely contained laughter turns to a mocking smile. “Well… You probably haven’t noticed, but during the nights sometimes I’m woken up by a rather loud noise. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.” She says, setting up whatever wicked punchline you’re about to be the butt of. ”It took me a few nights of investigating before I discovered that… someone kept farting in their sleep!” She fully breaks into laughter after that. You feel your cheeks redden as shame washes over you like cold water. “W-what?! I don’t-” You’re about to defend yourself, but suddenly you’re reminded of something. The other day… you asked her if she’d seen any skunks or honey badgers around the camp. You remember smelling something foul as you woke up. She was barely containing her laughter then too! You cover your face with your hands as you groan. Maybe it’s not too late to die for real. “Hehe… Luckily the kids are pretty heavy sleepers, so don’t worry. ” She tries to comfort you, but it’s failing. Hard. She brings a hand to your chin and pets you beneath it. It feels… nice. Though you’re still very embarrassed. “... S-sorry.” You manage to say. “It's okay. I’m just glad you’re getting better, even if the process might not be pleasant.” She moves to pet behind your ears and you bring your hands to your lap. She hasn’t lost her touch after all these years.

You stay like that, eyes closed and mouth on the verge of panting, for a while until she pulls her hand away. Her touch immediately is sorely missing. “Now eat up. Flatulence or not, you’re not getting any better if you don’t keep your body nurtured.” She says, smiling at you kindly. You sigh and look down at your porridge. “Right… the gruel that makes me fart like a sheepdog on a short chain.” You pick up your spoon and continue eating with some trepidation. She shrinks her shoulders. “If it bothers you too much, I could always plug you up at night. I’m sure I have that toy in storage somewhere.” The gruel flies from your mouth as you sputter. This woman will be the death of you.

After lunch is done, she turns to cleaning your wounds. Slowly and gingerly she removes the bandages around your neck, then she applies antiseptic directly into the closing wound using some clean cotton. You can’t suppress the whine that escapes you as the chemicals sting in your skin. "Sorry. I know it stings, but that means it's working." She tries to comfort you as you try not to wince. “With this, your body should be able to continue healing even without incantations.” She pulls out new bandages and wraps them around your neck. Tossing the old bloodied linen away. “I’m just glad to be alive at all. If I died then….” You reach out for her hand, and she places it in your palm. So soft and so small compared to yours. “I would have never been able to tell you how I felt. I don’t think I could have taken such regrets to my grave.” You look into her eyes, and she smiles. Her other hand reaches up to pet behind your ears. “I’m glad you’re alive too.” She says, making your tail wag.

"Rogier's outside watching the kids if you need anything," she says as she's leaving. "I'll go check up on Iji. Hopefully, he's managed to dodge the assassins until now. It shouldn't take more than an afternoon." She leans down and kisses your forehead. "Try to sleep, okay? Recovering uses up a lot of energy." You nod. "Thank you. I think I can rest easy knowing Iji has you backing him up. Just come back in one piece, eh?" She smiles and ruffles the fur on your head before leaving. Once you are alone, you lean back and begin dreaming. For once, your dreams feel peaceful.

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The wolf’s bane and the violet they bloomed long ago  

And the brier-rose and the tulips danced amid summer glow; 

On the hill the sword-flower and the aster in the wood

And the snowdrop by the brook in autumn beauty stood  

Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven as falls the plague on men 

but the brightness of their smile was not robbed from upland glade and glen

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You wake up sometime later. It’s hard to tell what time it is inside the tent, but you can guess the sun might set soon. There’s a slight weight over your chest, something light enough that you could still sit up if you wanted without much trouble, but something that’s breathing softly on your chest. You look down to find a familiar gray pup sleeping on top of you. Aster’s leaning forward while his legs are still kneeled by the side of your bed, his arms are folded beneath his head as a makeshift pillow. You have to wonder why he’s here. Isn’t Rogier supposed to be watching over them? Though you’re glad to see that he’s okay even after all that happened in the Moonlight Altar. Physically at least… You can only hope Aster wasn’t scarred by almost watching you die in front of him. The fact that his mother has been your only company these last few days made you afraid that maybe he didn’t want to see you. Well, he’s here now, so that can’t be.

You feel Aster stir. He opens his little mouth wide open with a yawn, complete with that signature whine. “Hello Aster. It’s been a while.” You say to the boy who smiles as he makes eye contact with those irises of faded lavender. “Dad!” He hugs you, careful around your neck. You put your hand on his back and return the hug as best as you can. “Mum said that you were getting better, but that you’ll need to rest some more before I can show you around our camp.” He says, his little tail wagging into a blur. “I would like that, thank you.” You respond. Aster hugs you for a moment longer, then returns to a sitting position by your side. 

His eyes linger on the bandages around your neck, then he looks away, wringing his hands together. The mood takes a hard dip into something more serious. Oh no, have you upset him? “Aster…? Is something wrong?” You ask, sitting up. Aster looks around the tent. He hesitates before speaking. “Umm… I’m sorry you got hurt because of me….” His little eyes meet with yours, they’re filled with honest remorse. “I should’ve paid more attention… Maybe then you wouldn’t have almost….” He trails off as he begins to sob, bringing his hands up to wipe the tears, but they can’t stop the deluge. You pull him closer and he cries into your chest. “It’s not your fault, Aster. I was responsible for your safety… I… I don’t mind getting hurt to protect you.” You try to console him, but he shakes his head. “But I don’t want you to! I *hic* I just want you to be okay….” He says between sobs. You’re not doing a good job at consoling him, are you? Maybe it’s time you stop thinking like a self-sacrificing shadow, and start thinking like a father. You let Aster cry until he’s calmed down, rubbing your hand gently on his back while he lets it all out. The boy sobs, unloading all the worry you’ve put him through since you were at the altar.

Once he calms down, you lean down as far as you can without straining your wounds and kiss him on the forehead. “I’m sorry I worried you so much, Aster. I promise….” You stop. It’s a big promise to make, but you’re shadowbound no longer, so you’ll have to get used to making them on your own now. “I promise I’ll be more careful from now on, is that okay?” The boy looks up at you, his eyes red and his cheeks stained with tears. You wipe them away with your thumb. “I’ll never regret protecting you, but… I also don’t want to scare you like this again.” You say. The pup leans into your hand as you pet him behind the ears. “... Okay… then I’ll be careful too….” Aster says. He’s still a little upset, but he seems better.

You stay with Aster a little longer. A little bit of his previous cheerfulness returns as he talks to you about the camp, his siblings, his mother and uncle Rogier. Just like his mother, he seems to be the chatty type. He talks to you about all the fun things he likes to do with his siblings, mentioning how going fishing to the creek is his favorite thing to do, you mention that you’ve never gone fishing before and he offers to teach you. “Fishing in Liurnia is really fun, but….” He trails off, hesitating to speak once more. Oh no, did something happen again? Before you can ask what’s wrong, he answers for you. “Are you… staying forever now?” He looks at you, his expression is a little hard to read, but he seems… hopeful. You look at the entrance of the tent. She offered you a place to stay, and you agreed, didn’t you? You want to stay forever, but… Truth be told, there is still a part of you that feels like this is more than what you deserve. A part of you that wants to continue running away. All this time it’s been you who’s the problem. You’re the one everyone had to work around. You’re the one who’s nature put everyone in danger.You don’t feel like you’re worthy of… this. And yet you look at Aster, his hopeful eyes tinted a soft shade of periwinkle. Another oath to keep, another promise you’re making on your own. You may not be worth them right now, but… “I’ll stay… forever.” You answer. He smiles and his little tail wags itself into a blur. If you’re not worthy of them now, you’ll just have to become worthy of them. It’s your new oath, you decide. This is your new fate.

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You approach the Three Sisters once more, the evening breeze blows through the now empty towers. Their owner has departed and their purpose now is to crumble. Were it up to you, you would never set foot here again. But Iji came this way, having discarded his spot by the entrance in an attempt to flee from his pursuers. The large troll footprints make it impossible to conclude otherwise. It’s likely the Black Knife Assassins approached him fairly recently if the prints’ freshness is anything to go by, it happened just this morning at the latest. So you return, but not without caution. All the assassins you’ve found have been dead, their bodies having crumbled to ash leaving nothing but their gear. Iji might’ve dealt with them on his own, but based on the shape of the notches left on the armor, it’s likely that whoever did them in did so with a sword. Wouldn’t Iji use his hammer? Furthermore, all of them had similar marks, meaning all of them were killed by the same person. That’s pretty insane considering it’s a twenty-four versus one match where the one side was victorious. That’s why if there’s someone even more dangerous than the assassins, you need to be careful not to catch their attention.

“I can’t thank you enough for what you did….” You hear Iji’s voice somewhere nearby, you almost call out in response when you hear it again. “Yes… neither Blaidd, Lady Ranni nor the tarnished noticed your presence. Though I have to wonder why it would be problematic if any of them saw you.” It’s coming from the left. You wander over to Seluvis’ Rise, Iji is standing by the front of the tower, talking with someone on the top floor. You can’t see them from here, but it doesn’t look like it’s the unpleasant Preceptor. He would never be seen without his hat. “I see… Well, I’m grateful you took care of Astel and the assassins. I’m not sure Blaidd would have been able to while protecting the little one….” Astel? Was that the name of the thing you found past the Lake of Rot? And was the person in the tower responsible for killing the assassins too? You almost go over and call Iji’s attention, but you remember what was said earlier. This person was kept secret from everyone, even Ranni herself. If you go over right now, it might cause them to flee. You decide to hide amongst the foliage and listen. Perhaps it’s just morbid curiosity, but if something is being kept secret from you, you want to find out what.

Iji stays quiet. Listening to the person at the top. If only you were closer, you might be able to hear their voice. You creep towards the tower slowly so as to not alert either party. “Blaidd and the tarnished have returned to her camp, but I hear he’s recovering well. Lady Ranni did not wait to bid him farewell, but I shall tell him she did if he ever asks. It’s the least I can do to spare his feelings….” Iji says to the entity. From here you can almost make out a whispery voice. You strain your ears to make out what they’re saying. “... he’s always been so loyal to her, and yet she can’t even say goodbye properly? Here I thought nobles were supposed to have manners.” The voice, a man’s, says. Iji shakes his head. Then lifts his gaze up to the skies, the stars have started to appear and the moon is almost full. “I’m afraid Lady Ranni and Blaidd will never get a chance to truly reconcile. The shadowbound cannot be equal to their masters by design… Blaidd could never forgive her on his own terms for her failings.” The figure stays quiet, the evening breeze rustles the leaves off the trees. “... Maybe it’s better this way… I hope you’ll continue to watch over him after I’m gone. It’s unlikely that I’ll be returning….” The man says and there’s a certain sadness in his voice. Iji nods. “Of course. Blaidd may be boorish, blunt and unable to locate his nose with both hands, but he’s a good egg. I would be remiss if I didn’t make sure he acclimated to his new life as a free man.” You can’t be sure from here, but you almost make out the silhouette of the man at the top from here. A sharp, wolven profile comes into view in the dwindling light. Another half-wolf?! You audibly gasp and then immediately cover your mouth with both hands. Iji and the man in the tower take notice, and look around for the source of the noise. Iji looks behind him, trying to spot any interlopers, but the man at the top stares down directly into the bushes where you’re hidden. He steps out closer to the edge and you make out his suit of armor. Thin brass plate, intricately adorned and lovingly crafted, covered by a red shawl that extends up to the hands. His face is still hidden in shadow, but his eyes shine in the growing moonlight. An icy blue one and a faded lavender one. They stare directly at you and you can’t help but hold onto his gaze. The moment extends infinitely long as though a single second could last years. You almost give in and announce your presence when the man breaks away from visual contact. “... It was nothing… Probably some stray critter.” He says, clearly ignoring your presence. There’s no way he didn’t see you. “I should get going anyway… Stay safe, Iji.” The troll nods, deciding to ignore the noise as well. “Very well… With this I mark that you have upheld the ancient concord that binds our worlds together. Though it was a coincidence that joined us, it was comradery that led us to victory.” Iji recites what seems to be some sort of chant or sacred oath. From the tower you feel the soft glow of Grace. “With this I bid you farewell… Lobo of Medía.” With those final words, the man was returned to his world in fading light. So he was a summon from another world? You’ve heard of other tarnished summoning allies from adjacent realities, but you never gave it much thought. What do these other realities look like? Are they different from the Lands Between or are they all the same?

“It is rude to eavesdrop on conversations, tarnished.” Iji says, breaking you out of your interdimensional reveries. Fuck. You stand up from your crouched position, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught. “Sorry, but you can’t expect me to not be curious if you talk about me.” You say, causing Iji to shake his head in disbelief. “Good grief….” The old War Counselor sighs. You turn to look at the tower. From where you’re standing you can tell there’s no one inside. “Who was that?” You ask the troll. “That… was a collaborator from another world. Usually only the tarnished can summon such allies, but I have my own methods….” Iji explains. You nod, crossing your arms. “I figured that much out, but who was he? He seemed to know a lot about Blaidd and Ranni….” Iji shakes his head. “As I explained, he was just an ally from another world. Whatever his reasons are for helping are not for me to say ....” Iji remains stubborn about saying nothing. It doesn’t seem like you’re getting any more out of the troll.

“Huh… well whatever. I came to check up on you. I’m glad to find you’re safe.” You change the topic, trying to get the image of those eyes peering at you out of your head. Iji looks down at you from beneath his mirrored helm. From here you can truly appreciate how tall he is. “Thank you so much for your concern. I’m fine, the assassins are gone and I shall depart from this place soon.” His voice remains as calm as ever, despite the circumstances. “Hopefully we shall meet again soon. I doubt you’d refuse the services of a good smithing hand.” He seems happy. Maybe ushering the Age of Stars in has put him in a good mood. “You bet. I’m sure Blaidd will be happy to see you too.”

You accompany Iji out of the manor, but the strange circumstances on the tower stick with you. Maybe you were just imagining it, but you felt like maybe that half-wolf’s eyes looked familiar.

[leclerc-s]

mamma mia! - part five

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charles leclerc my brother raised a great question, baby names?

max verstappen you told your family already?

charles leclerc were we not supposed too?

daniel ricciardo i haven't told anyone?

mia tate this thing made headlines, how have your families not found out yet?

charles leclerc by some miracle i think. i had to tell my maman because arthur threatened to tell her. you don't have any idea how awkward that conversation was.

max verstappen i simply do not want to have that conversation with my father or my mother.

daniel ricciardo i haven't has the time to tell my parents.

charles leclerc anyways i think enzo would be a great name

max verstappen fuck that. we are not naming a child after enzo ferrari

daniel ricciardo i think sid works great.

max verstappen oh fuck you too.

mia tate what if, i don't know, this child is a girl.

daniel ricciardo in that case, honey badger works great

mia tate i am not naming my child after an animal

mia tate or after one of your teams or an f1 driver

max verstappen well there goes my idea of suggesting my dad or michael

daniel ricciardo i am not fathering a child named jos charles leclerc neither am i

daniel ricciardo you know what would be hilarious? donna.

mia tate oh hilarious. i’m crying from how funny that was 😐

mia tate is happen to like the name juliette in case anyone was wondering. helene is also quite nice.

max verstappen oh i get it charles leclerc i don’t? were we supposed to understand something from that? max verstappen mate... daniel ricciardo i also don't get it.

mia tate you two were literally cuddling last night, don't call him mate.

charles leclerc it'd be offensive if we had kissed, but it was only cuddling. i like to call him fucking booger daniel ricciardo who taught you that phrase? mia tate i bet it was marc, he was always calling me that growing up charles leclerc WRONG! it was abby!

goodbye new york, you've been good to me - mia tate

abigail tate what did you three boogers promise my sister if she moved to monaco?

max verstappen wow. i expected booger from charles but from you abby? this is a new low.

mia tate she's said worse. trust me.

lando norris now that seems like a story we should hear

mia tate no

george russell i was under the impression that abby was also moving to monaco?

abigail tate i am but not until the semester is over. i don't have the luxury of taking online classes. the struggle is real with architecture classes

abigail tate it's also too late into the semester to change schools. next semester i can change to a school in monaco or italy.

alex albon correct me if i'm wrong but isn't it expensive to move to a college out of the country.

abigail tate dad's paying for me. he's trying, to make up for his mistakes. of course, monetary things don't matter but it's the thought that counts isn't it?

daniel ricciardo do not say that in front of seb. he'll probably go on a whole tangent about that.

george russell since i don’t get godfather duties can the child please be named after me? george works for a boy and georgina works for a girl.

mia tate no. george russell I MADE A PRESENTATION WHY DON’T I GET TO BE GODFATHER OR HAVE THE CHILD NAMED AFTER ME? mia tate because i don’t trust any of you to look after a child? it’s the simple. as for the name, well, i sort of made up my mind on that.

daniel ricciardo you did?

mia tate yes, i did. max verstappen we can't complain, she is the one carrying a baby and we don't even know which one of us is the dad, not that it matters, but we can't argue. charles leclerc she does get final say in pretty much everything.

abigail tate she’s pretty set on juliette. she thinks it’s going to be a girl.

alex albon do you truly think the universe would let those three be anything but girl dads?

lando norris that’s a good point. it’s definitely a girl.

carlos sainz i think its a boy

esteban ocon i do too

pierre gasly i propose a bet! team boy v team girl!

abigail tate oh this will go over well

mia tate and this why none of you were godfather

mick schumacher i think it's a girl! and i think juliette is a beautiful name

mia tate this is why mick is my favorite.

charles leclerc rude but we knew that already.

miatate you know the drill, photo dump time!

tagged abbytate, danielricciardo, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen33, marc_tate

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marc_tate did me so fucking dirty with that picture mia

→ miatate it's what you deserve for calling me a future world champion incubator

→ marc_tate i regret nothing

abbytate i'm still mad you didn't let me take the cats home.

→ miatate where would we keep them abby? we're literally moving to monaco.

→ abbytate i would find a place, trust me.

user1 i just know food hits different when you're pregnant

→ miatate it truly does!

user2 someone call me back when these 4 confirm that they are in a relationship

→ user3 4 people in a relationship isn't normal?

→ user4 NOTHING ABOUT THIS SITUATION IS NORMAL!

landonorris ah, finally a picture where they all look decent

→ miatate you callin' me ugly norris?

→ miatate no ma'am. i'm calling the alvin and the chipmunks ugly

→ user5 oh my god, that works so well? charles is alvin, max is simon, and daniel is theodore.

→ user6 wouldn't daniel be simon because he's the oldest? and max alvin with charles being theodore?

→ user5 yeah but blue and red are max and charles colors. and daniel is theodore because everyone love theodore.

→ user6 that makes sense, i guess?

pierregasly boo! i should be here! and everyone knows it’s not a proper photo dump unless yuki is included!

→ miatate i don’t have pictures of yuki baguette!

danielricciardo i see you posted all three of us they wouldn't get mad that i'm your favorite.

→ miatate my favorite is mick...

→ charles_leclerc but out of the three of us? who is it?

→ maxverstappen33 i too would like this question answered.

→ miatate none of you, you all give me headaches

→ danielricciardo well that's just mean. we do not.

→ charles_leclerc i am an angel! i don't know about max or daniel but i am an angel!

→ maxverstappen33 okay inchident boy

→ charles_leclerc shut up sid!

→ danielricciardo okay children, calm down.

→ maxverstappen33 shut up old man!

→ charles_leclerc shut up old man!

→ miatate yeah, old man, shut up!

georgerussell63 let it be known that i’m still mad i didn’t get godfather

→ miatate eh, you’ll get over it. but just know you won’t be favorite uncle either

→ georgerussell63 YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!

→ arthur_leclerc she does when lorenzo and i exist!

→ scottyjames wrong baby leclerc! it's clearly going to be me!

nicholas latifi can someone please come get arthur leclerc from williams hospitality? he's arguing with george over who's going to be favorite uncle.

mick shumacher i don't know why they're arguing when it's clearly going to be me and alex.

alex albon right! i got the pets mick gets everything else.

nicholas latifi please just come get him. they're shouting and i can hear them from my drivers room

charles leclerc i'm on it. sorry about him nicholas.

nicholas latifi no problem charles, just please tell your brother that next time he should start a shouting match outside of williams hospitality when cameras are around.

max verstappen QUICK WHAT DOES ONE DO WHEN THEIR FATHER ASKS THEM IF THEY GOT A GIRL PREGNANT?

sebastian vettel YOU HAVEN'T TOLD YOUR DAD YET MAX?

max verstappen AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST TELL HIM "HEY DAD DANIEL, CHARLES, AND I ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT WITH THE SAME GIRL WHILE IN GREECE AND NOW SHE'S PREGNANT AND WE DON'T KNOW WHO THE FATHER IS!"

lando norris like that'll go over well with jos

abigail tate YOU HAVEN'T TOLD YOUR DAD? MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN-TATE-RICCIARDO-LECLERC WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!

lance stroll that is a long as last name.

charles leclerc why does daniel's last name go before mine? why am i last?

abigail tate reverse alphabetical order? shouldn't you be used to that by now?

charles leclerc low blow abby low blow.

max verstappen WHAT DO IT DO?

sergio perez let it be known that he has barricaded himself in my drivers room.

daniel ricciardo i'll be right there.

charles leclerc i guess me too?

mia tate reluctantly, i'll be there time, no better time to meet jos verstappen than now.

abigail tate can't believe this is the first time you're meeting an in-law. i'll come with so i can bite ankles if necessary.

20 minutes later

abigail tate well that could not have gone any worse.

mia tate all hail christian horner i guess?

charles leclerc abigail did almost bite ankles.

daniel ricciardo i did not know that many foul words before today.

mia tate i also didn't know mad max would be this attractive.

max verstappen that's what you're focused on? not that my father called you a whore?

mia tate i've been called worse by the internet. and fingers crossed daniel's dad is nicer to me. or yours and charles mom's.

charles leclerc my mother is a saint.

max verstappen my mother put up with my father, what do you think?

daniel ricciardo i think my parents are great!

mia tate we get it, you have a healthy relationship with both your parents and both of them are still alive.

abigail tate must be nice huh?

charles leclerc right? wonder what it's like to have both alive.

daniel ricciardo i hate all three of you

mia tate no you don't liar.

abigail tate he might hate me.

max verstappen no, he doesn't. he got drunk that other day and said you were like an annoying little sister

abigail tate i'll take it!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i’m not quite sure if this will be my final post of 2023, but if is, thank you to everyone who reads or likes or reblogs or comments, on my works. it means a lot that you enjoy these silly stories i came up with. so happy new year! now, someone had to a dick in this story. i know nothing about that man besides what is portrayed in the media. so, that clouds my judgment on him but i don’t know the guy to formulate an actual opinion on him. as said in the disclaimer this is no way me making an assumption about him.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[makeste]

“...and I bullied him.”

hello, hello, good afternoon or evening or whatever time it is. so by now we’ve all had some time to bask in those “Kacchan admitted he cares about Deku” feels (well, technically they were “All Might pointed out that Kacchan was worried about Deku and Kacchan didn’t deny it” feels, BUT THOSE MIGHT AS WELL BE THE SAME FEELS, YOU KNOW). and it’s been lovely. I’ve been having a time. it’s been nice.

but now I would like to talk a bit more about a part of this chapter which I think was even more important.

for me, this was the line of the chapter. this one panel may honestly be the biggest piece of Kacchan character development since all the way back in chapter 120. “I ended up bullying him.” okay but guys?? can we just talk?? about how absolutely extraordinary this one sentence is.

it’s self-aware.

introspection? from a kid who’s had to be dragged kicking and screaming to every character development milestone he’s ever experienced in his life? and on an emotional level that actually goes deeper, and doesn’t just stop at the surface-level anger that’s so often his instinctive reaction to everything? who are you and what have you done with Bakugou Katsuki lol.

but seriously, the level of self-analysis here almost stunned me, guys. not only does he demonstrate a very impressive level of insight into Deku (something I especially love because it mirrors the many analyses Deku has made of him, and shows that the understanding between them is actually mutual), but he also shows an unprecedented degree of insight into himself. like, historically speaking, Bakugou and Feelings have not always exactly been on the same page, you know? so for him to suddenly get so thoughtful now, and sincerely try to analyze these feelings which up until now he’s always ignored and avoided dealing with... that is such a huge step. also, bonus points: he recognizes it as a problem within himself, and doesn’t try to pin the blame on Deku in any way. he recognizes that he’s the one who reacted badly to Deku’s behavior. to be able to examine your own feelings like that and arrive at a conclusion that acknowledges that you’re not the good guy in this, that you’re the one who made the mistake -- that takes a level of accountability that not everyone possesses.

it’s self-prompted.

okay this one is a big deal honestly. no one put a gun to Katsuki’s head here and forced him to confess this. all All Might said was “you’re worried about him too” and that somehow prompted a level of emotional honesty that Katsuki has never before shown. now, based on the fact that the successors’ notebook is still fresh in Katsuki’s mind, and that All Might mentioned earlier that Aizawa couldn’t help because he was “busy at the moment”, this conversation likely took place shortly after the kids returned from their New Year’s break. meaning that this was basically right after the Endeavor internship arc, when thoughts about seeking atonement were still fresh on Katsuki’s mind. so this isn’t entirely out of the blue; it shows that Katsuki did, in fact, learn exactly what All Might was hoping he would learn from Endeavor.

but it’s one thing for this to be on his mind, and another thing entirely for him to actually confess it out loud. and I absolutely will give him full credit for that. he admits, without anyone forcing him to, that he bullied Deku. there’s no incentive for him to do this whatsoever. Deku isn’t there to hear it. he’s not admitting it for the purposes of seeking forgiveness. he’s simply just being honest, and owning up to what he did because he realizes it was wrong. and that takes a lot of inner strength, to do that. to not shy away from it and keep pretending like it never happened. this is a huge first step for him.

it’s a confession that leaves him emotionally vulnerable.

this is another big one. it’s not always evident because he makes a big effort to downplay it, but Katsuki looks up to All Might every bit as much as Deku does. he seeks his approval, he wants All Might to be proud of him, even though he very often puts on a big show of not caring about it at all. it means a lot to him. a lot.

and Katsuki knows how much All Might cares about Deku. and sure, All Might is already perfectly aware that Katsuki and Deku aren’t exactly on the best of terms, and he’s always been understanding about it; always gently compassionate and attempting to smooth things out between them without being judgmental.

but All Might also doesn’t know everything about the two of them. and even with Kacchan and Deku’s relationship never exactly being on the most rock solid of terms at U.A., there’s still a vast difference between the way they interact there, and the way that they interacted back in middle school. when Katsuki was not only hostile, but occasionally downright cruel. and when Deku was still quirkless, and very much not on equal footing with Kacchan in terms of power, and yet Kacchan bullied him anyway.

what Katsuki is confessing here puts him at risk of rejection from one of the people whose opinion of him matters the most. he’s opening himself up to the possibility that All Might might not, for once, react with his trademark understanding. he’s admitting to All Might, I did something unherolike, and I hurt someone you care about, and I didn’t have a good reason for doing it. All Might, in the moment immediately following this statement, has an incredible amount of power over Katsuki. he has the ability to withdraw his support, to condemn him, to pull away and decide that Katsuki is not someone worthy of becoming a hero after all. he has all the power in the world over Katsuki in this one moment; a rejection from him would be a blow he’d never recover from.

and Katsuki, knowing this, tells him anyway. willingly opens himself up to that possibility of being hurt, of being rejected and shunned by the person who inspired his dream. because the alternative is being dishonest with him. this is, in short, a decision made because he believes All Might deserves to know this, and deserves to hear the truth from him. he wants his approval so badly, but he can’t live with the knowledge that he’s “tricked” him into giving it. so he tells him the truth, ready to face whatever consequences might arise from that. and I think that might be one of the bravest things he’s ever done.

it’s not attempting to shirk responsibility.

this, right here, is why Katsuki is my favorite character. because even though he’s flawed, even though he’s made a lot of mistakes, when he realizes that and is confronted by it, he never tries to hide from them. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: to me, the essence of Katsuki is that he is someone who is always trying to be better. he wants to be a good hero; he wants to be a good person. when people point out to him that he’s done something wrong, he listens. it doesn’t always sink in right away, sure, and sometimes he gets stubborn and it can be hard to hammer that truth in. but once he gets it, he always makes the change. he never tries to make excuses. he owns up to his shit and does his best to course correct.

with this acknowledgement here, that he bullied Deku, there’s no attempt on his part to say that it was Deku’s fault, that Deku shouldn’t have done this or that. he doesn’t blame his parents or his teachers or try to act like he didn’t know any better. he makes no attempt whatsoever to justify it. it’s just simple, honest truth. back then, I ignored my own weakness, so I ended up bullying him. it’s a plea of guilt. no attempt to mitigate it or downplay it. the verb he uses, “ijimeta”, doesn’t water it down.

“to ill-treat; to torment; to be cruel to.” there’s no attempt here to paint this in a flattering light at all. which is good. because in order for him to really atone for it, to really go the distance in his redemption arc which we’re all rooting for him to do, the most important step is for him to take responsibility. he can’t learn from it if he’s trying to hide from it or make excuses for what he did wrong. he has to fully acknowledge his mistakes. and that’s exactly what this is.

it shows remorse.

that’s right y’all. they sent my boy out to do an internship with Endeavor over the holidays, and he came back having learned the true meaning of Christmas. his heart really did grow three sizes. honey badger does care.

there is genuine, sincere remorse for his actions here. he’s sorry for what he did. he regrets what he did. there’s real contrition there. it’s not forced or insincere. again, nobody made him say this! nobody pressured him, nobody led him on. these are his own feelings. I bullied Deku. I shouldn’t have done that to him. I want to atone for it.

I know some people in fandom don’t think this is enough. the same thing happened with Endeavor as well. people aren’t always satisfied with restorative justice; they want retribution. they want punishment for his actions. and that’s a natural feeling; it stems back to that instinct of wanting everything to be fair, which I mentioned in another meta not too long ago.

but the thing is, retributive, punitive justice doesn’t actually help anyone. it doesn’t restore what was lost. Katsuki being punished doesn’t do anything to undo what was done to Deku. it doesn’t do anything to heal the harm that was dealt. it doesn’t do anything to make things better for either of them moving forward.

but do you know what does? restorative justice. making amends. which is exactly what this is building up to now.

it shows an understanding that remorse is not enough, and that in order to move forward he has to take action to be a better person.

Katsuki understands that simply being sorry for what he did is not enough. I suspect that’s one reason why he hasn’t attempted to apologize to Deku yet; because he recognizes that after years of tormenting him for stupid and self-centered reasons, a simple apology might seem meaningless at best and self-serving at worst. it puts pressure on Deku to make a decision to either accept or not accept it. Katsuki saw the Todoroki siblings struggling with a similar conflict not too long ago. and he knows better than anyone else how selfless Deku can be. “deep down, he doesn’t take himself into account, y’know?” and so if Katsuki simply apologizes, Deku might end up offering forgiveness that he doesn’t actually deserve, just because Deku is that kind of person who puts others above himself.

and so rather, what Katsuki has opted to do for now is to put all his efforts into helping Deku. he knows Deku is in a considerable amount of danger. he knows how much Deku has on his plate with the SIXQUIRKS and trying to handle all of that. and he knows there are other potential dangers looming which they don’t even know about yet. he’s been alert and anxious about this -- you saw how quickly his mind leaped to worst-case scenarios about the past OFA users; how he was sure that All Might was hiding something from them, and how agitated and apprehensive he got thinking about what that might be.

“I’m worried for him. you are, too,” All Might said. and Katsuki didn’t deny it. didn’t even try. he is worried about Deku. he’s worried about what he has to face. he’s worried about him getting in over his head and something happening to him. and so the way that he has chosen to try and atone is to help him. with his training, with his quirks; whatever he can do. if he needs to push him he’ll push him. whatever he can do to help make him stronger. and if he needs to protect him, he’ll do that too.

atonement is not the same thing as forgiveness. atonement is about trying to make up for what you did, to try and correct your mistakes however you can. it doesn’t mean you’re pardoned from them. all it means is that you’ve acknowledged them, and are doing your best -- doing whatever you can -- to repair the harm done, and to be a better person going forward. and sometimes there is no way to ever completely make up for it. sometimes you can’t undo the harm, because you can’t go back and change the past. the only thing you can change is the now, and the future.

and so Katsuki is trying to atone. he’s trying to be the friend Deku deserves now, since he wasn’t before. he’s trying his best to make things right, and it all starts with this one sentence. that acknowledgement of what he did, of what can’t be changed. acknowledgement of the mistake, so that he can learn from it, so that it never happens again.

so yeah. BnHA Redemption Arcs strike again. Horikoshi you smooth son of a bitch.

[dreamystrz]

Hey guys, sorry for the late post today!

But generally now I don't have much headcanons, I'll just share info about the series until I get another one lol.

I will answer all your questions, you can either dm or comment and I will answer! ONLY QUESTIONS ABOUT LION GUARD OR LION KING (only the first movie, I haven't watched the second one yet so now spoilers!)

For now, I'll just give my opinions on each of the members of the guard-

Kion, to be honest at first I thought he was just a mary sue, typical main character, but no- he has a lot more than just 'main character' energy. From the episode where he trusted Cheezi and Chungu in the pridelands, to accidentally almost killing his mother, to even trusting Jasiri, Kion is quite a good character. He's a fierce, kind, loyal, trusting, and smart character, and those are perfect leader qualities! He is not quite my favorite character, but I see why he might be some of your favorites.

Beshte, oh wow there's a lot for this guy. He's a really sweet and gentle hippo, that has the strength to break down a whole ass tree- his personality is quite the opposite to hippos in real life, but it's nice to see such a caring character in the series. Beshte practically risked his life several times, to save his friends and others he barely knew! He's so sweet and just one of my favorites (and we need to talk about the way he flaps his ears when he's happy 😭😭😭) Also, he has his own form of calling something cool or pog, so yea, definitely my favorite.

Fuli is just- quite a stubborn cheetah, but she does have a sweet and nice side to her when she's not fighting for the pridelands! She does overwork herself a little, but don't we all? She's a very pretty character in my opinion. Fuli also was just so rude to Kion in the first 2 episodes, but she eventually grew to be close friends with him, and we all love a bit of character development!

Ono, do I need to say anything? Honestly, just my favorite character. He's so jumpy, caring, and dedicated to his job, even as just a small bird. He's afraid of bats, but that's fine- In season 3 though, he becomes blind and still helps the guard as much as he can, which makes him my favorite. Literally he has everything I like in a main character, so he will always be my favorite!

Bunga, oh god- he's so chaotic, fun and energetic, I just love his energy and character! Despite him being a honey badger- I still love him. Even when faced with possible death, he's still the same! Gotta love a brave character, and it makes sense why he's the bravest of the guard.

Anyways, that's all I have to say, let me know if you want me to draw any character or give info on others!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Maternity Leave

The fifth part to Get Your Fix

Masterlist

Special credit to @sherrybaby14​ who requested the idea for the first part.

Warnings: non/dubcon sex, sex pollen, breeding kink, mentions of birth control, forced pregnancy.

This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: So this is the final part of this series BUT because it is crossing over with Heart-Shaped Box, we will see our reader again through that as well as in a possible epilogue depending on how it all unfolds. I’ll be working on HSB for tomorrow hopefully! So enjoy. Another ticked off the list.

Let me know what you think with a reblog or reply if you can! <3

It was the day after your birthday. You were sat in the busy restaurant, the dulcet tones of jazz buzzed below the voices of patrons. Steve made certain you were early; enough that your reservation had yet to be prepared for you. Nearly a dozen seats set aside for your party. Your chest filled with dread as you looked at the empty chairs.

You jiggled your leg nervously. You played with the skirt of your dress and ignored the man beside you. You had tried on several outfits before you dared to leave your apartment. You were starting to notice the subtle rounding of your stomach and your breast were terribly swollen. While the sickness had finally relented, it had been replaced by an intense hunger; one which had you nibbling on the breadsticks greedily.

“Remember, proteins,” Steve chided as he slipped his arm over the back of your chair. “And drink lots of water.”

You dropped the last half of your bread stick and glared at him. You reached for your water and drank deeply. You set it down and crossed your arms as you turned away from him. His hand slipped onto your shoulder and he leaned in.

“I’m just looking out for you and the baby,” He intoned. “Please, don’t be like this in front of everyone.”

“Like what?” You snapped at him. 

“I understand, your body is changing,” His other hand went to your thigh. “Hormones… but it’s for the better.”

“Stop touching me,” You hissed.

“What?” He scoffed as he squeezed your leg. “I can’t knock you up again.”

“Oh, shut up,” You elbowed him away and grabbed the bread stick. 

“How long has it been since you’ve seen your mom?” He asked suddenly. “You should see her more often don’t you think? Especially now with the baby…”

“Are you threatening me?” You turned on him and swallowed your mouthful.

“Not you,” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “I only wanna keep you safe. You and the baby.”

“You-- Don’t you ever.” Your nostrils flared as you jabbed the piece of bread towards him. “That is my mother--”

“And I’m sure she’ll be a wonderful grandmother,” He smirked. “But I can’t have anyone around my child who I can’t trust.”

“You’re sick,” You shook your head, “You really are.”

“I think you like it,” His hand wandered to your thigh again. 

You went stiff but didn’t push him away. It was better to ignore him. He seemed to thrive on your spite. Besides, you were more concerned about the lunch. Not only would your family be there, but your boss and several of your co-workers. Everyone who mattered in your life. Steve had been so careful to fit them into his little blueprint. 

You sighed and rubbed your stomach without thought. Steve’s hand left your thigh cold but settled over your own. You kept your eyes ahead and tore your hand out from beneath his. He pressed his palm to your middle. He held it there as you glanced at the door.

“You’re growing,” He whispered excitedly. 

“Shh,” You batted him away as you saw a familiar redhead at the doors. “Nat is here. Bruce too.”

He drew away reluctantly and stood as your first guests approached. You rose and greeted them along with Steve, thankful for a buffer. You sat and checked the time. You wished you could hit fast forward on this whole farce. Better yet, you’d give anything to undo all that had led to it.

👶

Tony was the last to arrive. He always was. Pepper badgered at him as they approached the table and apologized for their delay. Your parents were introduced and they apologized that your sister could not make the gathering. You smiled numbly as you watched the interloping of friends and family. You just wanted to hug your mom and beg her to take you with her.

“I was surprised,” Your mother said gaily, “She never said much about Steve but I mean, what do you say?”

You cringed at your mother’s fawning. Steve basked in the golden light of his reputation and looks. It was easy for him. He had deceived you just as easily. You sipped your water quietly and longed for the chardonnay Wanda nursed diligently.

“Well, I’m afraid to say that’s my fault,” Steve preened. “It’s a lot easier to figure these things out when it’s just the two of you. Especially as co-workers and--”

“Oh, yes, our golden boy is just as bad as all the others,” Tony piped up. “But don’t worry, I have a team for damage control and they’re used to cleaning up after him.”

Steve rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, but they wouldn’t be so skilled if they didn’t work for you.”

Tony shrugged and took a drink. “Well…” Pepper elbowed him and your father laughed to himself.

“The important thing is that you’re happy,” Your mother said. “It’s good to be cautious.”

You grumbled and stabbed at your salad. You wanted to sink the tines into someone in particular but you resisted as there was too much of an audience. You nodded and shoved your mouth full of lettuce to keep from a smart remark. 

“Well, we did try to be…” Steve stood and you craned your neck to look up at him. You swallowed as he took his glass and your heart stopped. “I’d like to say something.” Your eyes rounded and you shook your head frantically. “While I did bring you here for a birthday, I, or we, have some news.”

You could barely breathe as you watched through a haze. The words were muffled and yet all too clear as he spoke them. You gripped the edge of the table. 

“Steve…” You whispered but he ignored you.

“We know it’s a bit early but we’re very excited to go on this adventure together,” Steve reached down and took your hand. He pulled you up to your feet and you avoided the gaze of every person at the table. You stared at your plate. “We’re… pregnant. Three months now.”

“Jesus, this guy works fast,” Tony said.

“Tony.” Pepper remanded.

“A baby!” Wanda sang and you winced.

You lifted your head shyly and looked to your parents. Your father’s brows were raised as high as they could go but your mother beamed in delight. She stood and swiftly rounded the table. Steve let go of you as she drew you into a hug and you let her. If you had any strength left in you, you wouldn’t be able to keep from throttling Steve.

“Congratulations,” She held you at arms length and took you in. “I should have known.”

“Mom,” You warned. “Really…”

“Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you,” She hugged you again and then sidled past to hug Steve too. “You take care of my girl.”

“He better,” Your father said curtly from across the table. He still hadn’t moved. 

“Working on,” Steve assured as he waited for you to sit first. “Actually, there is more.” You squinted and looked at him. “We’re moving away from the city. We’ve been looking at house just north of here.”

“Wait,” Bruce said. “Wait, you’re… moving?”

“Well, she won’t be able to work in the lab much longer, will she?” Steve countered. “Even if we stayed, she’d have at least a year of leave to take care of the baby. You’ll be down a tech anyway.”

“Steve, you’ve really done it,” Tony teased. “First you fill my desk with paperwork and now you’re stealing my best tech.”

You were breathless. Stunned. He hadn’t mentioned anything about moving away from the city. Sure, he’d alluded to getting you out of your single apartment but not this. And your job? How many times had he sworn you wouldn’t lose it and now he was taking it from you by force. You sat in a daze.

“Excuse me,” You stood suddenly. “I gotta… use the restroom.”

You stormed away to the small alcove that led to the facilities. You touched your forehead and tried to think. As you turned back, Steve was there and you growled. 

“Goddamnit, you wanna give me a minute?”

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! I’m not moving and I’m not quitting my job.” You spat. “How can you-- I’ve worked years for this and now you’re just going to take it all away and for what? A baby? A stupid baby?”

“For a life. A family. For us.” He grabbed your arm and shoved you into the men’s. He locked the door behind him. “Look, I found us a real nice place. Perfect for us; for the kids.”

“Kid,” You insisted.

“We’ll see,” He countered. “Now, you need to calm down. You don’t wanna stress out the baby.”

“You’re stressing me out,” You returned.

He inhaled deeply and his jaw tensed. His eyes darkened as he glared down at you. 

“Well, you do have options; the first is you go along willingly and your mother, your father, your sister, well, they get to come visit and it’s all just one happy family.” He backed you up against the sink. “The second is you keep being a little bitch and I’ll drag you up there myself and you won’t see any of them again.”

“Yeah, right,” You scoffed. “And when they wonder why their daughter is MIA?”

“You’re acting erratic. Your recent history at work shows a change in behaviour; you been dodging phone calls from your family.” He smirked. “I’ve bought you a house, I’ve taken care of you, and all of a sudden, you’ve just left. You’ve run away and poor Steve Rogers is left to raise a child all on his own. A child you abandoned so callously.”

You gaped at him. You sputtered and your lip trembled. “You’re… insane.”

“I’m doing what I have to for my family,” He leaned in so that his nose almost touched yours. “For our family. So, settle down, put a smile on, and let’s go back to lunch.”

👶

You suspected that even if the hormones hadn’t ravaged your emotions, you would be distraught. You stood in your empty apartment and looked around at the bare walls. How quickly your entire life was packed away into boxes. How quickly it had become someone else’s. You went to the window and looked out at the moving truck below.

Your last day at the lab was harder. You could see Bruce was upset but he wouldn’t say it. He only smiled and wished you the best. Promised to see you at the shower, as everyone else had. It was all about the baby now. All about that life growing in your stomach with each day. You could no longer hide it now in the midst of your fourth month.

And it didn’t deter Steve. It only seemed to inflame him. When he was near, his hand was on your stomach and it never took very long until it wandered. Until he was all over you and you were lost in the same delirium which started this mess. Your own weakness. For him.

The door open and closed. It echoed in the airy apartment. You turned as Steve put his hands on his hips and took in the expanse of the barren room. He sighed, content.

“The movers are heading out. We’ll follow them up and get settled in tomorrow.” He said. “Couple hours on the road but we should be in time for supper.”

You shrugged and stepped away from the window. “Okay.” You said dully. You didn’t want to leave; that meant it was all so final. Even as your body changed, as you felt the life inside of you bloom, it just wasn’t real to you. It was like a nightmare; vivid and suffocating.

“You’re gonna miss this place, aren’t you?” He met you at the counter that divided kitchen and living room. “Trust me, our new place is nicer. Bigger.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” You turned to him. “So why do you pretend?”

“What?” He blinked.

“If you cared about me at all, you wouldn’t have done this. You wouldn’t force this on me. You wouldn’t--”

“I have done this,” He cradled your face and pressed himself to you. “Because I care.” He turned you so that you were between him and the counter. “Because out of a dozen, hundreds, thousands of women, I chose you.”

“Steve,” You grabbed his hand. “Please.”

“You’ll have your memories but we’ll make better ones,” He slipped his hand out from beneath yours and gripped the edge of the counter as trapped you against it. “But we can make another before we go.”

“Ugh,” You pushed on his chest. “Really?”

“Turn around,” He leaned in. “Come on.”

“Let’s just go,” You tried to shove his arm away but he didn’t budge.

“Or we can make a pit stop along the way?” He offered. “Hmm?”

You rolled your eyes and turned slowly to face the counter. His pulled away from the counter and dragged his hands down your back and lingered on your hips. You shivered as his fingertips sent a thrill through you. You grasped the edge of the counter as he backed you up just slightly. He hooked his thumbs under your pants and pushed them to your thighs.

You leaned on the counter as his zipper whispered behind you and the denim of his jeans brushed against your ass. You hung your head. It would appease him as much as you. Lately, you had grown ravenous. You read online that it was the hormones but that was an easy excuse.

He slid his hand between your legs. You were already wet. He delved between your folds and flicked over your clit. You twitched and let out a gasp. He did it again. He pushed himself against you and slipped his hand out to guide his cock to you. He wetted his tip and eased past your swollen lips.

You bent lower as he sank into you slowly. You let out a rattling breath as he buried himself entirely. He gave a careful thrust and you arched your back. He bent over you and pushed your shirt up as he stretched his hand across your stomach. He nuzzled your neck as he held you to him and began to rock.

“See how much you’re growing?” He purred as you closed your eyes. You grasped at the counter as he moved against you. 

You panted as the sweat formed along your back and thighs. Your walls strained around him and you pushed back against him eagerly. His motion sent tingles along your spine as he sped up with each tilt of his hips. He kept his hand on your stomach as his other gripped your shoulder. He fucked you harder as the mewls rose louder and louder from your lips.

The slick sounds bounced off the corner of the apartment and danced around you. You hissed as you felt the steep rise. Your core thrummed and you dug your nails into the countertop. Your lips formed an O as you came silently, too enraptured to make a noise. You shook in utter delight and clung to the moment of bliss.

Steve kept his arm wrapped around you and pulled you straight. You were on tip toes as he rutted into you. His grunts were loud and untamed. He snarled as he climaxed. He spasmed as he came and his ragged breaths brushed over your hair. He held you close as he stilled and lingered inside of you. He kissed your crown and held his lips there for a moment.

He released you gently and pulled out of you. He was quick to draw your panties back up and his semen seeped into the cotton. He tucked himself away as he rounded you. 

“Don’t,” He warned. “Jeans up. I want you to stay like that. I want me in you until we get there.”

You gulped and reluctantly pulled up your pants. You zipped up the fly and shuddered as you felt his cum cooling in your panties. He reached out and straightened the hem of your shirt, certain to graze your bump with his fingers.

“Come on,” He smiled as he took your hand. “We got a long ride.”

👶

The drive was long. For the first hour, you were restless. Then you dozed to the steady turn of the tires and the bustling wind of the highway. When you woke, you were on the lazy curved streets of some suburban retreat. You yawned and sat up in your seat. Steve reached over and squeezed your leg.

“Almost there,” He assured you.

You nodded and crossed your arms as you watched the houses pass. You missed the city already. 

The sun was on its decline as the street lights flickered on. Mothers called to their children to come inside as you passed. The lawns were all neatly trimmed, the houses cookie cutter, and the picket fences pristine. You frowned. 

Was this to be the rest of your life? This humdrum feminine mystique?

You looked over at Steve. How could a monster be so daft? Is this all he ever wanted? A swatch among this quilt of antiquated domesticity. He turned down another winding street and another until he finally pulled into a driveway next to the moving truck. The house was like any other; another lifeless clone. 

You stared up at your new prison as Steve got out of the car. He came around to your side and opened the door. “I’m gonna check on the movers and then we’ve got dinner plans.” He checked his watch. “Running a bit behind but it was worth it.”

You grumbled and climbed out of the card reluctantly. Dinner plans? You hovered around the car as Steve headed for the front door. A mover emerged at the same time and he laughed off their near collision. You watched as he chatted with the man in his torn jeans. He clapped his shoulder and strode back down the drive.

“They’re almost done,” He smiled. “Should be by the time we’re done with our housewarming.”

You shook your head, confused. He grabbed your hand and led you down the drive to the sidewalk. “What’s--”

“Well, there was one friend who couldn’t make our little lunch but he wants to welcome us to the neighbourhood,” Steve pulled you up the next walk. 

“Can’t I change first?” You looked down at yourself. “I mean…”

“No one will know,” He grinned. “And besides, we’ve already kept them waiting.” He stopped at the front door and rang the doorbell. You squirmed beside him. He nudged you as he waited for an answer. “Smile.”

You forced your lips to curve though it felt like more of a scowl. The door opened at last and woman stood before you. Her eyes were wide but not unwelcoming. She wore a red dress with polka-dots and a pair of mary jane flats.

“Steve,” She greeted meekly. “And this is?”

Steve introduced you and stepped forward to kiss the woman’s cheek. “Bucky hiding from us?”

“James is in his office.” She answered as she clung to the door and backed up. “Please, come in. Dinner’s waiting.”

“Thanks,” Steve waited for you to enter first and followed closely. The woman turned away quickly and scurried down the hall. You heard a knock and then her voice. “James, they’re here.”

She returned and waved you after her into the dining room. Plates and cutlery were set out, waiting for you. She looked at Steve and then you. Her eyes rounded as she saw your stomach. You shielded it with your hand and she blanched. She tore her eyes away quickly.

“Sit,” She said. “Please.”

She clasped her hands together and retreated to the kitchen. You sat as you listened to her clinking around before she returned with a tray. She set out a pitcher of water and a bowl of bread. She flitted back into the kitchen and emerged with a platter of roast beef. Next, a bowl of steaming potatoes and another of roasted veggies. As she set down the last, a shadow appeared in the doorway.

“About time.” Steve chimed as he stood. He shook the dark-haired man’s hand. 

You recognized him though you’d never met him. Steve introduced you with a smile. You shook his hand in kind and sat back down. His wife, or whatever she was, emerged once more and sat beside him. She played with the gold chain around her neck. 

“So,” Bucky began to serve himself from the platter of roast. “How far along are you? If that’s not too forward.”

You sniffed and poured yourself some water. “About four month,” You answered evenly.

“Mmm,” He nodded and glanced to the woman beside him. “We’re still trying.” She nodded and kept quiet as she scooped veggies onto her plate. She chewed her lip as she sat back and glanced over at Bucky. “But you know, the trying’s the fun part.”

She looked down embarrassed. You peeked over at Steve as he watched her too. He was unfazed by her reaction though it made you uncomfortable. Although it never seemed to bother Steve. You tried to smile at her but she avoided your gaze and poked at her food with her fork.

“A couple of months won’t make much of a difference. I’m sure our little ones will get along.” Steve said cheerily.

She grumbled and Bucky nodded. He ate diligently as the woman stared up at the ceiling.

“So, uh,” You began through the tense silence. “You have a lovely house. How long have you two lived here?”

“How long…” She began and looked to Bucky again. He shrugged at her. “I just moved in um, well, you know it all just blends together.”

“I’ve been here about a year,” Bucky said. “Wanted to fix it up a little before she moved in, you know?” She nodded and crushed a roasted yam with her fork. He sighed and grabbed her hand. “You know, if you actually ate the food, you might not be having so many issues.”

You reeled in shock at his tone. She apologized under her breath and tore her hand away. Her lips curled in barely restrained irritation. He shook his head and went back to his food. 

“Well, early on, I couldn’t eat a thing so it might be a good sign,” You offered. “Stomach would just turn so quickly--”

“Harder when you have to eat next to him,” She growled as she tossed her fork on the plate. 

“Don’t,” He warned. 

You looked at Steve again but he only seemed amused by the scene. As you turned back to her, she flipped her plate over so that her food smeared across the table. She crossed her arms and glared at Bucky. 

“What are you going do, hmm? We have guests.” She sang the last words like a bird.

Bucky set down his fork deliberately and sighed. He cleared his throat and smiled over at Steve and then you. He stood and squeezed the woman’s shoulder. 

“Excuse us, she’s on some supplement right now and they're not agreeing with her.” He reached down and grabbed her elbow and made her stand. “She’s a bit hormonal.”

She seethed as he turned her away and directed her into the hall and around the corner. You heard a door slam and muffled voices.

“What the fuck?” You turned to Steve and he shrugged.

“Oh, you know, they fight like cats and dogs but the chemistry is--”

“They’re gonna murder each other,” You gasped. “The two of you are fucking nuts.”

“You know, she said the same thing,” Steve chuckled. “I think you’ll get along.”

“What has he done to her?”

“Well…” He paused and raised his finger for silence.

You listened. You didn’t hear anything at first. Then it slowly drifted through the wall. Moans. Hers and his. The rocking of some unseen furniture. Steve tilted his head coyly.

“Just a bit of tension,” He said. “You know how it is.”

“We should go.” You lowered your voice.

“Without saying goodbye? Oh, come on, we’re all adults here.” He said coolly. “They shouldn’t be too long.”

You sat back, stunned. Your eyes ran along every inch of the wall, the polished wooden floors, the carefully arranged flowers. It was all so perfect; so precise; so very fake. Your eyes went to the window, the siding of the next house; your house. The breath went out of you and you cradled your stomach.

The woman’s voice was louder now and hard to ignore. Is that what you sounded like? You glanced over at Steve and gulped. He leaned on the arm of his chair as he reached to touch your arm. Your heart clutched and the world stood still, held in the palm of his hand.

“Isn’t it nice?” He said. “You’ll have a friend. The kid too.”

THE END FOR NOW

[painted-crow]

Submission time #19

so i’ve been spending the last little bit unburning my lion primary. now i’m sort of lost on secondary? i suspect i have bird in there somewhere but i’m having a hard time separating my natural secondary and a model that i really like and find helpful. (or maybe it’s the now-surprisingly-loud lion primary drive for authenticity coming through?) so if it’s okay with you, i’ll take a crack at some of the quiz questions and see if there’s anything of note? spacing might be weird—i’m on mobile :/

Sure thing!

When you succeed, how influential in that success were the people around you?

my answer to this one depends on the day. yes, they’re extremely influential; no, i don’t always like it. not because i don’t appreciate or need the help but because it got into my head in a funny way growing up. i’ve always been tremendously lucky to have people who love and want to help me, but like... it gets to the point where it feels like i’m nothing on my own. how much of this is a favour? what do i owe you? are you just trying to spare my feelings or because i’m related to someone else? i’m desperate to be able to say (and believe) that i’ve done something for myself on my own terms.

Ooh, okay. So, you've maybe got some caretaker Badgers around you, but that's not you--you don't really value this in yourself, even if it's how the community around you works. If you have any Badger secondary, it's anxious.

Do people consider you charismatic?

charisma is SUCH a concept. it gives off such an animal magnetism, face of the revolution vibe, which is not me at all. i have to work hard to be nice bc most people deserve the benefit of the doubt (as i repress the instinct to be judgy and mean LMAO) and also bc it just works better socially? flies and honey and all that. i also have very specific ways of being nice: “mom friend” and “hypercompetent rookie in line of succession” and “spicy and nonjudgmental confidante” which, granted, are already all parts of my personality just emphasized for clarity. i think of it like... personality colour correction, or... code-switching i guess.

You've literally just described Actor Bird. Also, you're not very nice when you describe yourself, are you?

people tend to like me more than i like me, though, and it catches me a little by surprise every time. maybe it’s just because i live in my own head and it’s a lot quieter and more anxious up here. it does suck a little, suddenly being worried that like “ooh ppl only like what u show them but that’s not how u rlly are”

Lions (primary or secondary) and Actor Bird can really clash... it sounds like you're discovering that your primary doesn't like this tactic as it unburns. Also, I think Bird masks just take a lot of energy if used long term. That might be me though.

so i’ll Sprinkle In Some Light Trauma to gauge the reaction (and regret it immediately). the truth is that not many people make it past the social utility part of friendship and so i don’t rlly... feel safe? putting down the masks which are designed to smooth interactions in any case. (so i guess YES but actually no i’m charismatic but also that’s a very different public facing side)

Yeah, this is all Actor Bird so far. Also, hugs.

Do you like going into situations with a plan?

mmm. i don’t think i plan so much as i attempt to see into the future and force my best outcome. i HATE going in blind—if i can a way around something, i will, but if i can’t it has to at least be a good and sensible attempt. most of the plans i usually put together have coping-mechanism, doodling while on a phone call energy: too granular to ever implement, just something to put order to the things you’re thinking.

This is still lots of Bird energy. Plans don't always look the same, you know? And some of us barely use 'em at all.

like, i do have all my degree requirements and preferred classes listed out, because that’s important and i should have that sorted out correctly before declaring my major. but the hour by hour daily schedule is more of a thing to make me feel in control and like i’ve put the work into considering it.

i’m also a stereotypical nerd: i have an english/history brain, i write a lot, i fall down personality inventory rabbit holes for fun, i pick up random things that end up relevant years later, nothing was as distressing as not being able to read for fun bc university was just Too Much—you know the drill.

I do, but not everyone is like this. You're probably a Bird, and I wonder if you're taking your secondary for granted because you feel like it's expected of you.

but for someone who plans as a coping mechanism, it’s also sometimes the best way to put me off. like i don’t know, being friends, which is the only thing in my life where traditional overthinking would RUIN it absolutely.

i know someone who semi-despairingly refers to herself as machiavellian because she interacts with people like it’s 4D chess.

Huh, so your friends don't talk about themselves very nicely either.

collects info, reshapes her entire personality into something designed to appeal to whoever she’s talking to. i tried not to get into motive bc socializing really is like That sometimes, but i couldn’t imagine pulling that off. i talk big game about acting a certain way, but only in ways that are already part of me yk? if i couldn’t believe i was being legit in some way i’m like 97% sure it would show through somehow and make it real weird.

You're still on Actor Bird. Your friend might have a Snake model? but you're an Actor Bird.

How do you feel about shortcuts?

work smart not hard, she says, working hard anyway bc she needs to see all the little things fall into place just to make sure that they do.

seriously though, that is for “important enough” things: i need to see it done to standard. i can rest only with a job well done kind of thing—due diligence so that any tomfoolery that goes down isn’t my fault and therefore no one can get mad at me.

This might be a Badger model, and I'm gonna take a shot in the dark and say you picked this up from your community because it's what they expect of you. You don't seem to take any joy in it, though; it seems like an anxious response.

also i have beef with the idea of being gullible, so i’m gonna see it with my OWN EYES. for less important things, it’s a heart says yes mind says no situation. i love the shortcut that saves time and effort but keeps the quality, which is plentiful when it’s like. pasta sauce, but not when it’s like. the Donner party heading to california. i would love to shorten that stuff, but the consequences of a poorly done shortcut are more painful than the slog.

Bird modeling Badger. Yep.

Do you feel the need to keep the peace?

(it didn’t come up on this run of the quiz but i’ve been mulling over for a while!)

Huh. This question doesn't always come up? I always get it. I have to assume it's the quiz checking for Badger.

i’ve got a fairly bad temper and a transparent face. so no—i’m not much for keeping the peace. i can do it properly if compelled, but it’s exhausting and irritating and only really makes me resentful of the emotional labour.

Whether you can keep the peace is kind of separate from whether you feel you should, but you also really dislike being in that role. You're modeling some Bookkeeper Badger, which doesn't actually make you happy, and you really don't seem to like using Courtier for anything.

does it bother me when people fight? yeah, like most people do when it’s a rift-causing argument in a group they care strongly about, but if i’m not more loyal to one side of the dispute i’m much more likely to take out all the parties and have done with it. i’ve been known to fight back or even start stuff if the cause is important enough, or i have spleen to vent, but i’m a very messy arguer so staying out of it and collecting receipts in the background is much more my style.

Wonder if you've got some Lion secondary hiding out in your Houses. You don't like going into things unprepared, but maybe there's a Lion model you could be nurturing that would make you happier than that Badger mess that's been pushed on you.

anyway. this was long. made me think harder about badger than i thought. lots of feelings, but def not as sad as the ones i typed up and deleted ages ago which i elect to count as progress. thanks for making it this far hahahah

Yay! Progress!

Yeah, I don't think you're a Badger. It really doesn't make you happy. You sound like a Bird to me: actor Bird, rapid fire Bird, but not Badger. Not Snake, either; if you're a rapid fire or actor Bird (or both) you might mis-Sort yourself into Snake, but I'm not getting that from you.

--Paint

[reddeadbread]

Fortunate Ones

Javier x Reader

Part 3

Part 1  Part 2  

Summary/notes: Now in the heartlands, the camp celebrates and you convince Javier to be your partner in crime.

this while fic is fluff and maybe angst but never NSFW, another long chapter this time.

Word count: 1963

Moving off the mountain was a great relief for everyone but for you it mostly just filled you with uncertainty. You had been visibly anxious the entire journey down, fidgeting and lost in your thoughts when people spoke to you. Miss Grimshaw had all but given up on nagging you to work faster with how distant you were, even her incessant badgering couldn’t reach you. Hosea, being as good-natured as he was, had picked up on it quickly. He finally caught you alone when everyone had finished unpacking at a charming new campsite named horseshoe overlook, not that anyone had all that much to unpack. Whatever had happened to them at Blackwater seemed to be dire enough for them to flee without many of their belongings. It was a warm evening and it felt good to finally be able to sit outside without risking hypothermia.

“Are you alright miss?” he had kind eyes that matched his kind nature, he was a good man even if he was a huckster too, you knew well enough that it was possible to be both.

“I’m alright. Just…worried. I don’t know where I’ll go next.” You smiled weakly but it was clear you were still uneasy. There had been enough uncertainty for you already and you had finally found a place where you felt at home, you just weren’t sure how long you could push your luck.

Javier stood smoking nearby and his ears pricked when he heard your conversation, doing his best to be subtle in his eavesdropping. He wanted you to stay, of course, but he didn’t want to admit to listening in so he stayed silent. The others were sure to think it hilarious that he cared one way or the other if they picked up on it.

“you know you can stay here. They’re an odd bunch but they’re good people.” Hosea said this as if it was an obvious option. He wouldn’t force anything, he just tended to get a feeling for people, and he had a good feeling about you. You’d fit in here. Javier certainly agreed with that.

“Really?” you paused, you hadn’t planned to join a gang of outlaws but a lot of things had happened that you that you had never planned, meeting these people was the most fortunate thing in a series of unsavoury events so it made sense to stay. These people could become home for you. “I’d like that Mr. Matthews,” you smiled, a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders but now you were more determined than ever to prove yourself to be useful.

“Javier! What about a song?” Uncle called out from the fire, it made you notice that he was standing nearby, still under the guise of smoking although there was little to nothing left of his cigarette. He called back to Uncle, heading to pick up his guitar as if he hadn’t just been silently celebrating your decision to stay.

You had seen a guitar when unpacking the wagon but you didn’t know who it belonged to, Javier really only seemed to pleasantly surprise you every day you spoke to him and this was another nice surprise. “You play? I didn’t know,” you found a place alongside many of the others who were keen to hear. The fire was crackling away quietly, and you immediately stretched out your hands to feel it’s warmth.

“Of course he plays, come on Javier. We’re celebrating our new camp aint we?” Uncle was an obnoxiously loud man but you liked him all the same, he was never disagreeable from what you’d seen and although it may in part be because of the copious amounts of alcohol he consumed, he was a cheerful man even in the cold of the mountains. He also was kind enough to pick up on Javier’s liking of you and clumsily try to help him impress you, assuming he was being helpful when really, he was only embarrassing Javier with his flattery. Luckily for the old man, Javier only looked slightly impatient with him before he began to play softly.

Now, you were expecting some simple campfire songs, more loud than in tune and more to do with a group of slightly drunken people being given an excuse to be even louder than usual rather than evoking any emotion. This was not what you heard. When Javier began to sing your heart skipped a beat, that warm voice like honey was even more soothing when he sang. Every word was in Spanish and you didn’t even know what the song was about, but you didn’t need to. You were completely captivated by him. He finally got his wish in making you flustered when he made eye contact with you and you felt the fluttering of a thousand butterflies wings in your stomach as a blush rose to your cheeks. Silly, really but it seemed impossible not to react when he looked at you that way.

When the song finished you were in stunned silence for a moment, he played beautifully. “You could have told me you had musical talent you know, Javier.” You finally managed to speak, a little embarrassed by how utterly spellbound you had been. He had definitely been trying to show off a little even if he would deny it if anybody asked. Your cheeks were flushed but fortunately the fire light hid that at least to some degree.

“I know what song we need to hear next!” Karen blurted out drunkenly, bursting into song. Poor Karen, she drank far too much even on nights when you weren’t celebrating. At least the others began singing along with her so attention was drawn away from your nervous laughter and stammered words of praise.

Everyone was excitable this evening and that made camp complete chaos and it warmed your heart to see everyone so happy. Something you could especially enjoy was seeing Javier drinking along with the others. He was always so focused, sometimes even moody when he got too cold, and it was nice to see him loosen up.

When the night had drawn on and many had already collapsed on their bedrolls or wherever they’d been sat drinking, you sat beside him and he poured you a drink, spilling a little onto the table.

“ah, a gentleman.” You teased, taking the drink and downing it in one swift motion, the whiskey burnt your throat but the buzz it gave was pleasant enough to keep drinking.

“Of course Chiquita! I’m always a gentleman.” You liked him drunk already. He laughed and smiled a lot more and that was bound to bring you joy. Not everyone was so harmless after drinking so much and it was always nice to see someone who was this way rather than being an angry resentful mess. They say drunk words are sober thoughts after all so maybe this should show the measure of a man. He poured you another drink. “So, you’re staying with us?” his speech was just a little slurred and his accent thicker than usual, but you found that charming too.

You smiled, wondering if he’d even remember many details of this conversation. “What makes you think that? Were you eavesdropping or what?” you raised an eyebrow and he immediately realised he’d been found out.

“Eavesdropping? No, you have it all wrong Princesa.” He laughed it off surprisingly well, sinking another deep sip of his drink. He was such a good liar that if he hadn’t already outed himself you would have believed him.

“right right, A gentleman wouldn’t eavesdrop.” You secretly enjoyed these pet names he gave you but you weren’t so drunk or so foolish as to think it meant anything. You were new here, a little flirting was inevitable, especially when you teased him the way you did. You considered him a friend, perhaps a friend you had a little crush on but a friend nonetheless. “you’re happy I’m staying?” you were a little more serious when you asked him this.

“I’m happy you’re staying.” Javier wasn’t exactly known for being gentle but you saw a good heart in him and when he said this it was genuine. You teased him, yes, and sometimes he flirted with you but you were grateful to have a good man you could trust and he was glad to have someone already so kind to him. He wasn’t certain he was the man you seemed to think he was, but he wanted to look after you and now you were staying you were part of the family. No one could hurt you again.

“good. So you’ll let me help you. I’m not going to sit in camp sewing. I want to go out there.” Now was the perfect time to make him agree to such a thing. You couldn’t go alone just yet, you needed a little practice first and you didn’t know who else you could approach to be your partner in crime. He had been drinking quite a bit more than you and you were sure this could work in your favour.

Javier blinked at you, a little surprised that you would ask something like that, for a moment at least. “you know how to shoot Chiquita?” you had been tenacious even when cornered in a cabin deep in the mountains with nothing but a hunting knife. He shouldn’t be surprised that you wanted to be of more help than peeling vegetables and washing clothes.

“a little, I was alone before the O’Driscolls found me and I survived just fine. So? Come on Javier, you know I’m picking you because you’re my favourite.” Maybe the small amount of liquid courage you’d drank was helping too, making you able to disguise truths as just more playful banter.

“How can I say no? alright, alright, If Dutch says yes.” Of course he’d never do anything unless Dutch allowed it but you had been expecting that. “so, are you going to kiss me again to say thank you?” he was joking of course, although he had enjoyed the affection more than he’d like to admit, the whiskey was making that spill out into his flirtations.

You laughed at him “you ever going to let that go?” He’d made fun of you over this more than enough already, he took great joy in bringing it up with you. You could easily make fun of him for the way he’d smiled when you had kissed him but you decided not to, he could continue to believe you hadn’t noticed this slip in his usual strong and mysterious front, a gift from you to him. “anyway, what am I thanking you for? I’ll look after you out there, I promise.”

He laughed, leaning into you, close enough for you to smell the whiskey on him. Close enough to count every eyelash and examine every scar on his face. You had been close enough with him before now to know that he usually carried a scent of cologne and cigarettes, a scent which had become oddly comforting to you. His deep brown eyes gazed into you as your shared laughter petered off. For a moment he thought of kissing you but that would be unwise. Getting involved with people you’re stuck living with was always ill-advised, look at what happened to Abigail and John, always fighting. Even drunk he was sure that would be a poor choice and he liked you too much for that. “I’ve drunk enough for tonight. I’ll take you out tomorrow, Princesa.” He chuckled as he placed a hand at your cheek before standing to leave, the bottle with the remaining whiskey in it abandoned on the table. You waited until he was out of sight before you rested a hand where he had touched you, unashamedly beaming and shaking your head at your own foolishness.

[bkpkinyourarea]

Stop Badgering Me I hogwarts!au

TWICE’s Sana + Jennie + Lisa (+ maybe others but not at the same time) x Slytherin Reader (fem)

Genre: Predominantly Angst, maybe smut later on

Summary: You’re popular, a prefect, a Slytherin and known as one of the most infamous players that Hogwarts have ever seen. Personally, you don’t think you’re a player (because you genuinely love the girls you date) but you admit that it’s a bit of a fun reputation. A reputation eventually ruined by a certain Hufflepuff: Minatozaki Sana. 

A/N: I don’t even know what this is - it’s a bit of a train wreck (still a fun ride though). Loads of people feature. 

Part I | 

Word Count: 3,847

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

Minatozaki Sana. Minatozaki Sana. Minatozaki Sana.

      The name spirals with brutal efficiency through the chaos of your mind as you storm down the hallway, the stone nearly cracking beneath your feet from the sheer rage you’re radiating. You’re well aware of the stares you’re getting - you don’t often show your emotions in public, after all, but when you’re pissed, you’re pissed and you don’t bother hiding it. Ever since that incident during Third Year, nobody had dared to even touch you, too scared of the consequences that’d entail. Too scared of Slytherin’s Hydra. 

      Well, everyone except for your close friends.

      And a certain Hufflepuff going by the name of Minatozaki Sana. 

      “Y/N, HEY-”

      Jisoo’s voice is sharp and unusually commanding, and the familiar lilt in her tone serves to soothe your fraying nerves but you’re too on edge and already too off-kilter to listen. You curve quickly around a corner and fly down a flight of stairs, nearly trampling over several First Years in your hurry to get down to the basement.

      “Y/N!” Jisoo bellows, and this time you stop if only because you’re surprised. She’s used the amplifying charm on her voice and the sound waves barrel down the narrow stairway straight into your ears, nearly knocking you over with their impact. She’s always been a little too gifted in Charms, a skill which was exceptionally handy when she was on your side, but when it was used against you - let’s say you’re not a huge fan of that.

      “What?” your face twists into an ugly grimace as you stop at the bottom of the steps. If you’d been an outsider watching your actions, you would’ve sneered at yourself. Unfortunately, you don’t deal with this kind of anger often and because of that, it takes over you every single time. “Don’t fucking talk to me. I told you not to talk to me when I’m fucking pissed. You know this-”

      “Shut the fuck up, Y/N,” Jisoo growls, and this takes you back enough for you to actually shut up. “I refused to get blamed for getting jinxed by you because I was trying to comfort you and find out what’s wrong, and same goes for our friends. That’s on you, and only you, and you can deal with that yourself when-”

      “Then I’ll deal with it myself - jeez, for fuck’s sake, Jisoo, I have shit to get done, what do you not under-”

      “I don’t want to talk to you either and if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here arguing with you right now. Unfortunately, you’re disrupting the peace in the hallways, and by the looks of it, about to storm into my common room. As prefect, and as your friend -”

      “I’m a fucking prefect too, and some friend you are, Jisoo-”

      “I’m taking you to Professor McGonagall’s office,” Jisoo’s face is stony and shadowed, and okay maybe it scares you a bit now but you really don’t have the fucking time for this - you’ll apologise after you deal with the present situation.

      “You’re not going to,” you deadpan, shoving a hand into your robes. “You won’t do that to me.”

       Jisoo catches your wrist and eyes you dangerously. “Don’t fucking test me-”

       “Kim, I don’t have the time for this. I’ll deal with this later.” 

       You see her open her mouth but that’s the last thing you see because you’ve ripped your arm out of her grip and pulled your wand out of your pocket. Without so much as a glance back, you tear your way down the hallway and thank fuck there’s a turn because that means Jisoo’s going to have to catch up to aim a spell at you, and spellcasting in the corridors is so against the rules and you’re the fastest runner - Jisoo can’t stop you even if she wants to. Nobody can fucking stop you. You’re going to get in the bloody common room, and you’re gonna find her and -

      You reach the barrels and it’s easy enough to get through because you’ve gone in more than a hundred times now and the pattern has never changed but in your hasty anger, you tap the wrong barrel, or you do it the wrong amount of times and the lid bursts and vinegar spews out and drenches you completely.

      This is really probably the most Gryffindor thing you’ve ever done in your life here at Hogwarts. God, you’re so going to regret this later, and so is the rest of Slytherin House. But right now, you could hardly care less.

      You spit onto the ground, trying to rid your mouth of excess vinegar and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. Distantly, you hear a familiar laughter, but rid of humour. There’s no spell, though, no nothing, and a part of you stops to wonder what Jisoo’s doing but the larger part of you is already tapping out the pattern on the barrel.

      It opens and you don’t waste time. Practically plastering vinegar all over the walls of the passage, you crawl your way up until you reach the familiar room. It’s just as you remembered: bright and lively, decorated in yellow and black and honey wood, with round doors and plants and circular shelves and of course, circular windows. 

      At the pungent smell of vinegar, the Hufflepuff students turn and the beginnings of laughter permeate the air. When their gazes settle on your irate figure, however, the sounds waver and fall silent. There’s only a few - around five - and all of them are from the years below which serves you well. 

      “Where is she?” your voice is quiet as it always is, but the steely edge and the half-mad gleam in your eyes (nearly enough to convince the Hufflepuffs that you’re totally unhinged) is all you need.

      “Who?” 

      Your eyes, dark as dusk flicker over to the speaker - a First Year by the looks of it, shy and nervous and shrinking under your gaze - and you lick your lips, “I’m looking for -”

      “Yeah, I’m curious too, Y/N, who?”

      It sounds from behind you. Jisoo. You turn and she’s there, hands in pockets, head tilted and amused. Too angry to be anything but, perhaps.

      You shake your head at her, knuckles nearly turning white from the strength in which you’re gripping your wand and you storm toward the girls’ dormitories, ignoring Jisoo’s shouts of protest. You’re quick enough to avoid her onslaught and hurry down the steps until you reach the bottom floor - it’s not nearly as bright and the walls feel as though they’re closing down on you (you’re not good with closed spaces, have never really been. you wonder now - it’s a stupid thing to wonder, really, but you hate her right now so you wonder about it anyway - if she did it on purpose, just to spite you).

      It’s the door just a sharp left turn from the stairway. It’s just an ordinary door - round and made of honey wood and entirely harmless if not for the name engraved on it and the crude hamster drawing underneath. 

      You kick it open and storm in. The door slams with a resounding thud, and it is with a satisfied smirk with which you regard the one, no, two, girls in the room. It’s funny to see them jump, funny if only because it soothes your bitter hurt in a bitter ironic way. 

      The cause of your entire tornado of chaos is sitting on her chair, legs resting on the patchwork quilt covering her bed. She’s dressed in an oversized t-shirt, and she’s staring at you with the most bewildered, bemused expression you’ve ever seen. You would’ve laughed if the circumstances were different. Hell, you would’ve squished her cheeks in between your hands and kiss-no. fuck no.

      “Minatozaki Sana,” you snarl, triumphantly angry. You barely register the presence of the other girl who’s nestling on top of the bed as you cross the room in several strides. Sana scrambles off the chair and backs away, still bewildered but not afraid.

       “Y/N? What are you doing?” she sounds confused. You wonder why the fuck does she sound confused. She knows what she's done. Surely, she didn’t think you were so stupid that you wouldn’t find out?

       “You have the nerve to ask me what I’m doing?” you’re so angry that you’re practically shaking now. You don’t think you’ve ever been so angry before in front of a stranger. A stranger. It reminds you, and you turn to the other girl.

      It’s Seulgi, you recognise. You’re friends, kind of. She’s nice, pretty, good at Quidditch. Perfect, really. 

      “Y/N, you’re soaked in vinegar, let-” Sana starts. There’s something akin to concern flickering through her eyes and she makes to move toward you. You stare, then you laugh, derisive.

      “Save it, Sana. Stop pretending you care,” you sneer, turning toward Seulgi. Seulgi looks more worried than afraid which is good, it’s good, so good. You shrug off your vinegar covered robes, letting them fall onto the floor with a light thud, leaving you in your white blouse and slacks. Sana doesn’t say anything, uncharacteristically, and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve stopped and turned to look, but you were too far gone to notice.

      “Seulgi,” you announce, a lopsided half-smile adorning your lips. “Let’s have sex. Right here, right now, on this bed. Let’s do it in front of Sana. She likes that, doesn’t she?” You register a look of utter shock crossing the innocent Hufflepuff girl’s face, register her lips parting before someone’s hands are tight on your shoulders, jerking you around and away.

      It’s Sana, and she’s staring at you strangely. You grin at her, all teeth and no humour, and you cock your head. 

      “What?” you laugh, throwing your head back. “You do like it, you -”

      Sana’s hands are cupping your cheeks and her lips are on yours, soft and firm and familiar, tasting like honey and - 

     You smile into the kiss before your mouth yields to her and she’s pushing you back and your back collides with the wall and everything hurts in that sweetly excruciating, agonising kind of pain that’s beginning to characterise every encounter you have with Sana.

     “Sana, Sana, Sana,” you laugh against her lips, uncaring of the fact that your teeth are knocking and her fingernails are digging into your shoulders and your heart feels as if it's on fire and your lungs are burning. “Kissing me won’t change the fact you fucked her in my bed.” 

      Her tongue swipes over your lips and then she’s gone. Well, not gone. She still has your arms pinned over your head onto the wall and her body is flush against you, so close that you can feel every curve, every breath, everything that’s Sana and it’s overwhelming in a beautiful way which hurts. Because you’re looking at her face, straight into those eyes and god, you hate her so much except you don’t and you can’t, no matter what she does, no matter what you do.

      “I’m not kissing you to change it,” Sana breathes. Your eyes meet again, fixed, stuck, and then you pull your gaze away. Jerk it away with a strength you didn’t think you had anymore, not with her, anyway. 

      “So, you admit it then,” you say, coolly. “You fucked her in my room. In my bed. With no regrets whatsoever.”

      “I never said I had no regrets.”

      And you must be delusional because Sana sounds regretful, looks regretful. You stare at her blankly, and then you burst out laughing.

      “Biggest fucking joke of the year. So, who is it, then? Who’s the lucky girl you fucked in my bed?” You can’t stop laughing for some reason and Sana still has you pinned up against the wall so you’re sure you look hilarious to any onlookers but you could hardly care less, not even if the entire Hufflepuff House came, not even if  the entire fucking school came.

      You think Sana winces, but how can she wince? She loved it, loves it - humiliating you, making you hurt and burn. She lives for that. Ever since the two of you first met. That’s all she’s ever done, that’s all she wants.

      “Don’t use the word fuck,” Sana mutters, looking down. It’s strange, she still has your arms pinned. You two are still so close together, too close. 

      “What, then? Make love?” And you hate the fact that you voice breaks, cracks in the middle of the words but you can’t help it - it’s like a knife, no, like a million knives sharpened to the sharpest point stabbing you repeatedly over and over again in your heart. Those two words...and Sana and someone who isn’t you...it hurts more than you care to admit. Sears you like a brand - fire stamp.There’s a hard lump in your throat and it refuses to go away. A quick glance shows that no one’s in the room yet, so no one other than Sana has seen you break (you don’t know if that’s good or not, honestly, but it hardly matters. Sana has seen all of you, including your vulnerable self long before this moment. She is one of the only ones in the world who truly knows you. Your enemy now. Funny.)

      Sana is biting her lip, cheeks sucked in, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think she’s in pain, that she’s hurting (she is, it hurts her to see you like this, always have but you refuse to believe it). 

      “Who. The. FUCK IS IT, SANA?” 

      Maybe, this is the most Gryffindor thing you’ve ever done. You don’t think you’ve ever had a public outburst like this since...forever. Definitely way before you came to Hogwarts. AAAND, it’s public as well because the door is wide open (there’s no one there but still) and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve stopped and shut the door, or left, or carried the conversation somewhere else but you were as far from your right mind as you possibly could be and so you didn’t. You looked away and forgot they were even there.

      “Seulgi,” Sana says, and if she bites her lip anymore it’s going to bleed - and it’s probably hugely funny that she’s still pinning you against the wall and neither of you have bothered to move away. It probably says something about the two of you. “It was Seulgi.”

      The name registers in your mind, and your lips part as understanding dawns. Instinctively, your eyes dart over to the bed - she’s gone, well, of course she is, she probably knows - course she fucking knows. 

      “She was here.” It comes out as a whisper as you look slowly back up at Sana. Distantly, in the back of your mind, it occurs to you that Jisoo isn’t saying anything so, like, what’s up over there? Why wasn’t she doing anything. Please don’t fucking do anything.

      Sana nods, swallowing. 

      “So, what, you’re dating now?” Your voice remains steadily quiet. Too quiet.

      (Sana wishes you were screaming instead. It’s unnerving because you never scream, you only scream when you’re so very pissed but it’s still better than this because anger she can deal with, anger is a strong emotion and she’s good with intense emotions but this? this is colder, quieter, suppressed - detached and disengaged - Sana has never been good at dealing with this side of you, the most Slytherin part of you.)

      “Y/N.” 

      Sana seems like she’s pleading but you’re past falling for those puppy eyes and pouty lips (even if you can tell the difference between the fake ones and the real ones and this is so definitely real) and you just don’t fucking care. 

      “Are you dating Seulgi, Sana?” The words are smooth, lilting as they fall past your lips. Like they don’t grate the back of your throat, scraping the flesh swollen red and bloody, like you can’t taste metallic copper on your tongue from biting too hard. You’re so good at pretending, too good - when you believe that things are over and done with and you’re detaching yourself from everything. 

      Sana is visibly searching your face for something, anything - you see that and you refuse to give her the satisfaction (you given her your entire soul already, at least let you keep this). She sees nothing, and maybe you see her visibly withdrawing as well - you pretend you don’t.

      “I’m not,” she says quietly, head bowed. You can feel her hair - grazing the bare skin of your collarbone; kissing your neck like fluttering feathers (you can remember it - how her lips felt on your neck - like it had been just yesterday when it happened, and not so long ago it might have as well been centuries)

      It says something about you that you don’t move away, only flinching, but allowing yourself to be pinned - you’ve nearly forgotten about the compromising position you’re in but only nearly. 

      “You sure? You two seem pretty chill on the bed just now. Nice and cozy. She’s a nice girl, pretty, sweet, good dancer, good Quidditch player, good-”

      “We’re not. She’s just a friend. It’s a - it was a one time thing, I promise.”

      You lift a shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t care if you’re dating or not. What matters is the fact that you fucked her in my bed. Minatozaki Slut fucked a girl in my room, my bed, with no shame.”

      Sana flushes dark red, and oh, she’s angry, you can tell. Real angry. Sana angry is scary, actually, but you’re angry too and so it only fuels a broken smile onto your face. 

      “I didn’t fuck her,” Sana says quietly, “we made love. She made love to me, and I made love to her.”

      And now, you struggle. Sana’s stronger than she seems, though, and keeps your arms pinned firmly. She’s not smiling, but you are - all teeth and spit and wide eyes. She sees you break under the weight of the words, sees the cracks form on your oh so impeccable facade at her selective use of language. She sees the tears glittering in your brilliantly dark eyes. The blood on your lips. She’s broken you, and you both know. But you’ve broken her too - because she’s crying openly and she’s trembling so badly that you can feel it against your own skin and her hands are shaking, and then she’s gone. 

      Your arms fall back by your sides and you watch through swimming vision and watery eyelashes dangling with diamond teardrops as someone drags Sana away - Jisoo? You blink, mouth widening as protest fills you and the next moment, Sana is back, her lips against yours. Your mouth parts willingly, taking her in as if she’s oxygen and you need her to live even though your mind is screaming - no, no, no and it’s a wet, messy, sloppy kiss, tasting of salt and tears, filled with a desperate sort of need mixed with hurt and pain and anger and-

      Nothing. Through the glassy window of tears, you see...Momo? Nayeon? Someone pulling at Sana, pulling her away from you. She’s crying too, and everything hurts in a way you are all too familiar with. 

      You slump against the wall, feeling as if all your energy’s been zapped away from you, stolen away along with your heart.

      “Hey, easy there, Y/N.” Someone’s arms are encircling you, supporting you and when you blink and force yourself to focus, a familiar face swims into view. “Don’t fall for me, now.” The girl is smirking, though it’s faint and light and more concerned than anything else.

      Light blonde curls, wide eyes - soft. 

      Lisa. 

      You manage to smile through the tears, a laugh tearing past your lips as you try to straighten yourself, only to stumble and fall further into her arms. Her hold on you tightens, eyes shadowed with concentration.

      “Can’t, sorry,” you glance up at her with a half grin (you’re really too good at this) and stumble, face burying into the crook of her neck. “I’ve already fallen for you.”

      You shouldn’t be doing this. You really shouldn’t be doing this. Breaking your own heart wasn’t enough, now you have to break others too? Just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you have to drag others down with you.

      But you’ve always been bitter, obsessed with holding grudges. And Lisa is Lisa. 

      Gryffindor. Heart of Gold. 

      But gold is easy to break.

      Your eyes slide over to the side, meeting Sana’s briefly. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cornered by Jisoo and Rose who seem to be lecturing her fiercely, though you can’t really tell from your current point of view. Sana isn’t quite listening, a fact you know only because she’s looking straight at you, her face red and tear-streaked, black lines of mascara trailing down her face and gods she fucking beautiful.

      And, you suddenly realise that despite everything, Sana is Sana, a Hufflepuff to the soul and her heart? It’s made of gold too.

      And maybe you’ve broken it already, maybe you haven’t. But you’re overcome with the urge to hurt her. Make her feel the pain you feel, make her burn. You want her to feel what you’re feeling, but a million times more. 

     So, you make sure she’s looking, and then you lean forward and kiss Lisa. Her lips are soft, like the rest of her, and they yield almost immediately to you, parting, sighing. Her hands tangle through your hair and she’s pulling you closer, hugging you in an almost protective manner as she caresses your cheeks. She kisses you like you’re something precious she wants to love, like something she wishes to protect, all soft and concerned and loving. It makes you want to melt into her embrace; it reminds you of a better time, a time long gone. 

      When you break apart, Lisa’s staring at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks, looking very much like a startled baby deer. 

      “I’m-”

      You press a finger against her lips, smiling quietly. “It’s okay,” you tell her, “we’ll talk later.”

      You see Sana out of the corner of your eye, composed, smirking. 

      “I kiss better, don’t I?” she calls out, ignoring Rose and Jisoo’s not-so-subtle threats. “You’ll always want me, baby girl-”

      Before you can even open your mouth to retort, Lisa is unfurling herself from you and you watch with wide eyes, half amused, as she storms over, grabs Sana by the shoulders, fingernails digging into her shoulder and lean forward, growling lowly, “she’s not your baby girl and she’ll never be. you’re an-”

      Sana never lets her finish, stealing forward to press a kiss against Lisa’s lips. Lisa pulls away instantly like she’s been stung and Sana laughs. You wonder honestly if she’s a Hufflepuff. She remains, to this day, the most Slytherin of people that you know (perhaps one of the highest compliments you can give) and as if she can read your thoughts, she glances over and winks.

[ask-the-riders]

Just an ordinary night

So uh... yeah. There's numerous things going on here. To kick everything off, Ret was more than likely under the light of a full moon and now Famine has to deal with the shift in his personality. Meanwhile, Pest and War are getting increasingly awkward because it's movie night, and right in front of them, it's like Ret's a completely different person with one goal: seduce Famine

This bit is mildly suggestive ^^" and I apologize in advance. Ret says some things in Spanish to mess with Fam, he's formed his ecto body, and there's a little grinding at one point, but it doesn't go further than that. Sex is also a subject that's brought up, but it's mostly Pest that's talking/joking about it, because he's being immature and picking on the other riders

On the plus side, Pestilence has a great time being a little shit and teasing not just Ret, but also War (and Death, just a tiny bit)

The rest of the stuff that happens has to do with Death, Connie, and Abrael. Namely,, Connie's way of trying to teach Abrael how to get stronger and be able to use her magic, followed by Connie receiving a bit of a lecture from War on how she needs to take a break from all of it. We also catch just a glimpse of the feelings that Connie still has for Death, too

**I used google translate for a few of Ret's lines, since I myself don't speak the language. Hopefully google translate didn't somehow mess any of it up ^^"

Famine's cheekbones were dusted the faintest shade of faded denim blue and he continued staring straight ahead, intent on watching the movie that everyone had agreed on. Pestilence and War were cuddled up to each other in the spare recliner, with War lying on top of her soulmate, neither one of them the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Retribution had agreed to join in on movie night as well, which was a bit odd to Famine. Usually, he either declined or brought a book and read while everyone else watched the movie. He hadn't brought a book this time though, which was also a bit odd. The shorter of the pair was seated on Famine's lap, snuggled as close to him as possible. Famine had his arms gently wrapped around the former prince, who currently had his face buried in the crook of his neck.

Everything was fine, right up until Famine felt the other begin to kiss along his neck vertebrae, occasionally nipping. At the unexpected sensations, Famine froze in place, his sockets widening the smallest bit. Keeping his voice low as to not disturb Pest and War, Famine mumbled, "Ret?... What're you doin'?..." Retribution's own voice almost sounded like a purr as he murmured back, "Tempting you. Is it working yet?"

The taller rider's blush darkened a small bit and he arched a brow bone, "Ret... seriously. What's up with ya? You've been actin' weird ever since sundown." Retribution hummed softly, remaining completely casual as he began to form his ecto body, "The full moon's out, that's why. I'll explain it better though if you kiss me first~" Famine unconsciously began to fidget, seeming hesitant, "Uhhh... I would, but Pest and War are here. Last time I checked, bein' lovey in front a' people wasn't somethin' you're a fan of."

Retribution made a face, almost pouting as he turned to fully face his partner, now straddling his lap. Feeling the other's formed body beneath his clothes as Ret leaned forward and pressed his chest against him, Famine's blush darkened even further. Immediately noticing this, the former prince laughed softly, his hands gently gripping Famine's shoulders as he began to kiss along his jaw. The taller of the two squirmed again, instinctively moving his hands to hold onto Ret's hips, and Ret let out the smallest gasp in surprise.

Famine briefly met his gaze and the shorter smirked, mischief flickering in his now hooded sockets as he purred, "¿Preferirías que lleváramos esto al dormitorio?~" Famine had no idea what Retribution had just asked, but upon seeing the rather sultry look he was wearing and recognising the language he just spoke as Spanish, Famine's single eye light momentarily vanished, leaving both of his sockets dark. His blush became much more obvious and Ret laughed softly again, clearly amused as he murmured, "It seems you like it when I talk to you like that... That's interesting."

Famine's eye light began to return and Ret smirked again, grinding himself down into his lap, "¿Te prende?" At the sudden pressure in his lap and against part of his pelvis, Famine clenched his jaw shut, trying to bite back a startled groan.

Glancing in their direction curiously, War's eyes immediately widened and her cheekbones burned blue; Unless her eyes were betraying her right now, it looked like Retribution was in the midst of trying to seduce Famine. What in the ever loving fu-

She lightly tapped on her soulmate's sternum with a finger, making sure to get his attention before whispering, "Please tell me you're seeing this too." Pest made a face, visibly confused, and War nodded toward the sofa. Shifting his gaze to the other couple and seeing the position they were in, Pest's cheekbones dusted a soft shade of green and he was silent for a moment before mumbling back, "Well damn... I wonder what's going on with Ret. There's no way in hell he'd actually be ok with doing this in front of anyone."

War sighed, making a face back at him, "Exactly. It looks like it's all him doing it, too. Fam looks like he's kinda just... sitting there and taking it." Pestilence glanced at the pair again and hummed, "Not anymore, it doesn't. Not when Fam's totally caved and is currently swapping saliva with him." The glitch glanced at the pair again and her blush began to spread down to her shoulders, in turn earning a soft chuckle from Pestilence.

Pest sighed after a moment, feigning disappointment, "Too bad that's not us... I'd love to be making out with you right about now." War scoffed, trying to hide a small, embarrassed smile, "Oh please, in this chair? We'd probably end up breaking it." Her soulmate snorted in amusement, rolling his eye lights and grinning. War had really begun to come out of her shell, and he was loving every moment of it.

Catching the sound of a soft moan coming from one of the two skeletons on the couch, War's blush began to glow faintly and she snapped, now feeling completely mortified, "Could you guys maybe NOT do this right now?! Some of us are trying to watch a movie!" The pair on the sofa separated, both of their faces stained with their own respective colors. Famine shifted Ret in his lap, now having the shorter sitting sideways again, and he cleared his throat, shooting a tiny, apologetic smile in Pest and War's direction, "Y-Yeah, sorry 'bout that, guys. Got a little carried away, I guess."

War deadpanned and rolled her eyes, "We noticed that." Sensing the steadily increasing awkwardness in the room, Pestilence arched a brow bone and spoke, "What's going on, anyway? Ret would've never done anything like this before. Not in front of us, at least. Is he doing alright?" Famine shook his head, clearly at a loss, "I have no idea, Pest. He just started comin' onto me outta nowhere, I swear. I didn't do anythin' to encourage him, either."

Pest's gaze shifted to Ret, whose face was now a bright shade of cyan as he looked up at Famine with heart shaped eye lights. Humming, Pestilence tilted his head, "You still with us, Apple Boy?" Retribution made a sound of confirmation and Famine let out a flustered sigh as the former prince moved, once again straddling his lap. Not even bothering to look at Pest and War, he spoke just loud enough to be heard, "Yeah, I'm still here. Obviously." Pestilence cracked a tiny smile, the other's sarcasm giving him a small amount of hope that he was fine, "You're not acting like yourself, dude. Are you feeling ok?..."

Ret made a face, wrapping his arms around Famine and hugging his head, pressing the taller rider's face into his chest, "For crying out loud, Pest, I'm FINE." At his face being pressed into his smaller partner's chest and feeling the soft ecto beneath his clothes, Famine's blush darkened several shades. Pestilence decided to push the issue, "Ret, come on. This isn't like you. Since when have you ever been the type to make out with someone with other people in the room?"

The former prince scoffed, appearing very minutely embarrassed as he pouted, "I'm fine, I swear. Is there really something so wrong about me being affectionate with the one I love?" War's brow bones lifted at the wording he used and she jumped into the conversation, "'The one you love'? What is this, a sudden declaration of love to him? This REALLY isn't like you." Ret shot a look at the glitch and she unconsciously shrunk back under his stare.

Absentmindedly petting Famine's skull, mindful of his head injury, Retribution let out a deep sigh, beginning to grow agitated, "He's my Honey Badger. If I feel like declaring my love for him, I will!" Pestilence immediately caught the nickname Ret had used to refer to Famine, and he grinned mischievously, a teasing tone to his voice, "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. You're his cute little firefly, and suddenly, he's also your big handsome honey badger? That's great, oh my god."

Retribution scowled at the teasing, beginning to tremble the smallest bit. Feeling the former prince's trembling, Famine frowned, immediately becoming concerned as he spoke, his voice muffled, "Ya ok, Moonbeam?... You're shakin' like a leaf." Instantly refocusing his attention on his partner, Retribution released his head, sliding down his body to affectionately nuzzle the side of his face before making a sound of uncertainty, "They're giving me a hard time, Famine. All because I'm trying to show you how much I love you." Famine sighed, his expression softening, "...Should we turn in for the night, then? We can go back ta my room and crash. Or yours, if you'd like that better."

Retribution immediately gave an answer, nodding his head eagerly, "I'd love that a lot... It'd be really nice to have you in bed with me again." Famine smiled softly, his grin turning sheepish as Ret leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. The former prince was quiet for a moment before he delicately placed a hand on Famine's chest and lowered his voice to a purr, just as he'd done a little bit ago, "Por favor hazme el amor esta noche también, Famine."

Famine still had no idea what Ret was saying, but damn, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't doing something to him. He cleared his throat, smiling sheepishly, "Ret... c'mon. Ya know I don't speak Spanish. If ya want somethin', you're gonna have ta tell me again in English so I can understand." Retribution made a face, looking shy as he slowly nodded again and glanced away from his taller partner. Now much more interested in what was going on with the pair, War and Pest exchanged glances, both silent as they tried to listen in and hear what was being said.

Retribution squirmed, his brilliant cyan blush spreading down to his shoulders. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking, his voice only slightly louder than before, "I...I was asking you to make love to me tonight, too. If you'd be ok with that, I mean." Famine's eye light momentarily extinguished and his face somehow erupted into an even brighter blush than before.

Pestilence and War's faces were now also stained with their respective colors as War suddenly choked on air, her body jolting. Pest snorted in amusement, gently caressing War's side in an attempt to soothe her as she worked on recovering from what she'd just heard. Retribution's form twitched in surprise as War choked on air, his sockets widening the smallest bit. Famine took a deep breath, trying to collect himself as Ret cuddled close to him again.

Just as War began to catch her breath and breathe normally again, Pest lightly nudged her, a stupid grin plastered on his face as he teased her, speaking louder than necessary, "So what do think, War? Should we have sex tonight?" War screeched, her body beginning to glitch harder than usual as she pulled away from her soulmate and lightly swatted at him, visibly mortified, "OH MY GOD, PEST, COULD YOU NOT CONSTANTLY TRY TO EMBARRASS ME?!"

Pestilence erupted into a fit of giggles, completely unapologetic, "Aw come on, you're so cute when you're embarrassed though, babe!" War growled, her threads snatching a pillow off the couch beside Famine. Once the pillow was within reach, the glitch roughly smacked Pestilence with it, "I'm warning you, Pest. I'm about two seconds away from smothering you to death with this pillow!" Pest wiggled his brow bones in a suggestive manner and playfully cooed, "That's unfair, babe. If you're gonna kill me, can I at least be suffocated by your ecto instead?" War shifted, landing another smack with the pillow to Pest's face, "Are you seriously asking that right now?! There's no way in hell I'd reward this kinda behavior, mister!" Pest laughed, reaching around his soulmate to lightly swat her rear, in turn earning another screech from her.

While the pair of soulmates went back and forth, Famine sighed deeply and shook his head, wearing a tiny smile with one of his arms loosely wrapped around Retribution. Ret remained pressed as close to him as possible, attempting to hide his face out of immense embarrassment. Wanting to spare his partner of any further teasing, Famine gathered him up into his arms and stood, beginning to carry him back to his room. Just as the pair slipped out of the living room, Death appeared, looking utterly exhausted as he began to glide across the room, seeming to float.

Settling on the now vacant sofa and stretching out, he let out a soft sigh of relief, practically sinking into the softness of the cushions. Seeing the reaper, Pestilence called out to him, still wearing a wide grin, "What about you, D? You gonna get laid tonight, too?" War spat out a small string of expletives at Pest, and Death only looked at him with a raised brow bone, his expression otherwise blank, "Excuse me?" Before Pest had the chance to reply, War pushed the pillow over his face to muffle his voice before speaking over him, "Feel free to ignore him. He's just being an idiot right now."

Death hummed in acknowledgement, letting his sockets drift shut, "I gotcha. May I ask why he chose this particular subject?" Pestilence jabbed his soulmate in the side, not quite hard enough to hurt, but only to make her loosen her grip on the pillow. As she let out a surprised yelp, he stole the pillow from her, placing it behind his head as his grin became mischievous again, "Maybe you should go ask Fam and Ret. I'm sure they'd have an answer for ya."

Death let out a low, long hum, the sound completely monotone. As he pieced together what Pestilence meant, he cracked one of his eyes open the smallest bit and sighed again, "I'm just gonna assume I know what they're probably doing right now." War made a soft sound, trying to push away her annoyance as she questioned the reaper, "Do you know what's going on with Ret? He's been acting really weird. Like... way more openly affectionate, and he was being super casual about attempting to seduce Famine when they were here with us."

Lying down and making himself comfortable, Death shrugged his shoulders, "The full moon's out. From what I know, that does something to him. Being more lovey is to be expected, but trying to seduce Famine?... He must've been outside under the direct moonlight or something. I don't really get how it works, but eh. As long as he's not being an ass and causing problems, I don't care what he does."

The front door opened and Conquest made her way inside, muttering to herself as she tugged Abrael inside after her, her orange magic closing the door. The former pirate appeared unconscious, not moving or speaking, and Conquest was very obviously less than impressed, one of Abrael's arms over her shoulders while one of her own was firmly wrapped around the other woman's waist as she used her body to support the other's weight.

Naturally, Pestilence was the first to speak, "Well damn. What'd you do to her, Connie? She looks pretty roughed up." Conquest let out a deep sigh, shifting Abrael and settling on hoisting her up into her arms, her magic appearing again to make it easier to carry her, "We've been training for a while, and I've been trying to teach her how to use magic and conjure things." She was silent for a moment, glancing at the former pirate and furrowing her brow bones, "Perhaps I should've started off slower and allowed her more time to work on the warm-ups."

War tilted her head, arching a brow bone, "Was she slacking off again or something?..." Annoyance seemed to very briefly take over Connie's expression, before it quickly faded to exhausted acceptance, "Yeah... As usual. It still hasn't dawned on her that she needs to be taking this whole thing seriously. I've tried approaching it from every possible angle, but so far, nothing's worked." The glitch made a face, able to sense Conquest's frustration, "...Y'know what, Connie? You're taking a break from training her. I'll take over for a while."

Conquest was surprised at War's words, both of her brow bones lifting, "War, that's very kind of you, and I really appreciate it, but I-" War growled lowly in agitation, and Conquest stopped speaking. Whenever War made that sound and had that look on her face, the conversation was officially over. There'd be no more debating the issue unless she wanted to risk upsetting the glitch, and Conquest wasn't about to take that chance. She trusted War enough to leave Mortem with her every so often, but at the same time, she knew what those blue threads of hers could do. Maybe she hadn't seen the full extent of what they were capable of, but she'd heard stories from the others.

She knew that, much like with Error's threads, their purpose was to capture and ensnare targets, right before shattering their souls. Connie knew War would never do that, but with her temper, sometimes it worried her a bit.

War had made the offer to take over training Abrael for a while so that Connie could take a break from it and rest, if need be. She was concerned for her, in her own roundabout way, but Connie understood, and she was thankful. Offering the glitch a soft smile, she sighed, "Alright then... If you're sure it won't be a problem, then go for it. I appreciate it very much." War hummed, "Yeah, sure... I know that you're trying to help Abrael get stronger so she's more capable of handling herself, but you're not taking into consideration what all the extensive training is doing to you, too. Nobody here wants to see you push yourself too hard and get hurt."

Conquest's disposition seemed to soften and her cheekbones flushed a faint shade of orange; She was so used to looking after others that it was always a surprise when anyone expressed any sort of desire to look after her. It was unexpected and a bit odd feeling, but it made Connie smile again, "I know... Thank you for being concerned about me, War. It really means a lot to me."

War's own face became a soft shade of blue and she waved off Connie's words, "Yeah, yeah, sure. 'M glad you're happy." Conquest rolled her eye lights and resisted the urge to giggle at the sudden shift in the other rider's attitude; From openly concerned and worried, to awkward and embarrassed... Yeah, that sounded about right for War.

She stole a quick glance at Death, who was still sprawled out on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful and relaxed... It was nice to see him looking that way, instead of stressed and exhausted. She attempted to be subtle, appreciating his outward serenity. Although he looked completely at ease, there was always something going on in his mind, and she never knew what any of it was. Before her own mind had the chance to begin wandering, she hummed, offering Pestilence and War a tired smile, "I'm gonna take this one to her room and get her situated, then I think I might call it a day... Goodnight, you two."

She paused, hesitating a moment, "And goodnight to you too, Death... I hope you sleep well tonight." Death opened his eyes, his sockets still hooded as he looked up at her and smiled faintly, "Thanks for that... Goodnight, Connie."