#you did not read my previous answer closely enough anon

[favouritefi]

hickey tries to stab irving in the girl au and her tits keep deflecting the blade

this isn’t highschool of the dead, she’s getting PENETRATED

[cupidskissx]

Thanks for the fics! Are you thinking about writing something Christmassy? If you use this ask for that, I wouldn't care...lol

kisses and happy new year

Hello sweet anon,

Happy belated Christmas to you and those that celebrate!

I started this yesterday with no intention or direction whatsoever. By some Christmas miracle it’s the first thing I’ve “finished” in 6 months. I hope you enjoy ~1k of something for you ❤️🎄

***

When Max’s phone vibrated on the glass-top table the last thing he expected to see when he turned it over was a notification from Charles Leclerc.

Merry Christmas 🎅

He stared at the simple message, unsure what to make of it. They hadn’t spoken since before Max missed their padel game — his previous one line apology left unanswered.

Twisting his wrist, he checked the time and did the calculation. He frowned, it would be past midnight in Monaco, he couldn’t reply and wish him a happy Christmas now.

He picked up his phone and excused himself from the conversation. He walked inside while opening Charles’ contact and clicking call. Max didn’t know why he felt so compelled to speak to him, but it was too late now, he was closing the door to the guest bedroom when Charles answered.

“Hey,” a muted rustle followed Charles’ greeting, likely him rolling over in his covers.

“Hey,” Max sat on the end of the bed. “How was your Christmas?” Max asked.

“Nice, how was yours?”

“Yeah, nice,” Max didn’t know what else to say, maybe calling wasn’t the best idea.

“That’s good,” Charles stifled a yawn, then he asked, “How’s Brazil?”

“Hot. How’s Monaco?”

“Chilly.”

“Checks out.”

“When do you get home?” Charles changed the subject, taking Max by surprise that he’d want to bother keeping up their stilted conversation.

“Err, in a couple of days.”

“We should catch up before I head to Maranello.”

“Really, why? Have you missed me?” Max joked.

“A bit. Which is weird.”

Charles was kidding, surely, Max was the one who was left on read, “How much did you have to drink today, mate?” Max laughed, until he registered Charles’ mumbled response.

“Not enough.”

Oh. Max laid back on the bed and stared at the crack running through the plasterboard ceiling.

“I guess I just miss racing,” Charles clarified, now that is something Max can relate to. He supposed he missed Charles too, in the same way he missed Sunday morning briefings. Because setting the strategy meant driving, and driving meant racing and racing had always meant Charles. Except Charles didn’t only mean racing. Not anymore.

“I really am sorry I missed that game.”

“No you’re not,” Charles was the one to laugh that time.

“Okay, not the match so much, but I am sorry that I let you down.”

Charles was quiet for a long moment, “How’s Kelly’s family?”

Max closed his eyes. “Most of them are drunk and diving into the pool, not the best combination.”

“No, not the best.”

“How’s your family? How’s Arthur, I heard he lost his seat?”

Charles rustled on his end of the line again, “Yeah, he’ll be okay, but it’s still shit. We tried not to talk racing at dinner and that helped.”

“And your mum?” Max asked. The vision of Pascale in his mind was still the one he formed at karting tracks when they were young. When Max was shorter than her and she’d bring a pack lunch in a wicker picnic basket, an old thermos full of coffee never far from reach. One miserable afternoon in Italy she’d let Max hold it to warm his hands while they waited for the rain to clear.

“She’s good,” Charles answered, “Having us all home together makes her happy.”

“Because she can keep an eye on all of you at once for a change?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Charles sounded like he was smiling, Max wouldn’t have sounded much different when he replied.

“My mum is the same, she’ll pop her head in to my room at 6am just to watch me sleep.”

“Mum has definitely walked into whichever room I’m in to make sure I haven’t evaporated if I’m quiet for too long.”

“Typical mums,” Max rolled his eyes fondly at the same time Charles said: “I guess we’re the lucky ones.”

“Yeah, we are,” Max agreed because Charles had a way of making him more honest with himself.

“Will you go see Sophie for Christmas?”

“I’m flying up after New Year’s.”

“So you’ll be in Monaco for New Year’s Eve?”

“If everything goes to plan. Will you?”

“Yeah, I don’t leave until the 3rd. You should come over, I’m doing a small get together, nothing crazy.”

“I’ll check and let you know.”

“Good.”

“And if I can’t make it?”

“Then I guess I’ll see you when the season starts.”

Max’s heart performed a peculiar acrobatic act against his ribcage. “You won’t be home in between?”

“Not really.”

“Well I suppose I do owe you a game before you leave, if it can’t be New Year’s.”

Charles all but giggled on his end of the line, “So now you want to play?”

Max opened his mouth, the words: no, I want to see you nearly tumbled out but he caught them before he had to think too hard about what they meant. “I wanna beat you,” he said instead.

“Naturally. We’ll see,” Charles said but Max didn’t appreciate the open-endedness.

“Afraid for a little one-on-one, we both know Tom carried you last time.”

“You talk big game for someone who lost.”

“Guess there’s only one way to—” there was a single knock on the bedroom door before it creaked open, “I better let you go.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, see you soon then.”

“Yeah, book a court and I’ll be there,” Max started to pull his phone away from his ear when he was called back.

“Max?” Charles asked, voice wavering.

“Yeah?” Max’s brow pinched as he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling. Not quite ready to sit up.

“Get ready to lose again.”

Max snorted, “Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming.”

“I will,” Charles was smiling again, “Night.”

“Night,” Max ended the call. He settled his smile into something less cheesy and pushed himself up onto his elbows to find himself alone in the room.

[cqaeluvs]

Thank you for answering my previous ask! If it's alright can I ask for a one shot for Sebek. In the game when you upgrade his spell he looks for Malleus for approval and praise. Can you write about Sebek who has a crush on male-reader but tries to deny it. One day after training and mastering a spell he had trouble with, he looks to male-reader for their approval and praise instead of Malleus and realizes he does have a crush on male reader. Thank you again and have a good morning/day/night!

You found a book on top of the old one in the same table, it seems someone wants you to read another story, are you going to read this one?

Anon!, hellooo again with such a cute request i cant deny!, also im sorry for being so inactive(?, maybe !, Lets go and enjoy!.

Reader was asked to be male, and i made it male !, Also tried to avoid giving, or calling him a name, as for prefect he can he prefect of any dorm so !! i dont think its wrong O(∩_∩)O

(Reader can be interpreted as yuu or not.)

Faster, Stronger, Harder. Those were the only thoughs on Sebek's head as mastering this spell was quite difficult, sweat falling down from his forehead down to his cheeks, cheeks that were red from his agitated state as he continue going over his limit the blot levels weren't high enough but still worrisome.

It's been hours, the sun is starting to set yet he wouldn't stop or back down, he was shaking of exhaustion, Silver who was training with him hours ago was sleeping in the benchs, in the middle of Malleus and Lillia. Just by the side of his Master, the guy who he has been avoiding for quite some time was also staring at him, but he had a worried expression that just kept bothering Sebek.

As his thoughs drifted to the guy he had been avoiding for a few weeks, a bright light shock him out of his tranced state. He had mastered the spell in the same moment his thoughs drifted to him, his eyes light up and his loud yet sore voice which was very much missed by the trio and the sleepyhead, startled all of them, waking up the last one.

" I DIT IT, I FINALLY DID IT ". He said as he let himself fall on the ground out of exhaustion, he closed his eyes as he breathed deeply and when he opened his eyes, there he was staring at him with such a bright smile, one that said 'im so proud of you'. As the words of praise left his lips, he suddenly realized that there was someone besides Malleus he desired the approval of, that made him shake to his inner core, butterflies filled his stomach, the rest of the praises, were blocked by his ears, his eyes were only focused on him, as he came to understand. He had fallen in love and it was to late to back down. With a faint smile playing upon Sebek's lips, he finally realized the truth of who he truly loved.

" I've..fallen in love with you prefect. " those were Sebek's final words before falling into a deep sleep of exhaustion, leaving everyone shocked and a certain prefect's face red, as red as the painted roses in the Heartslabyul dorm. Yes, he might be sleeping, but the teasing his crush and soon beloved was reciving right now from Lilia, was something he'll have to confront as soon as he wakes up.

[salteytakesonmanga]

I know it's rare for ANY translation to do so, especially English to/from Japanese since the languages are so dissimilar, but can you think of any time where a translation added to a scene, or made it better in your opinion?

Oh plenty of times! There’s even one in this chapter. I try to call them out when I notice them because I appreciate them myself. I don’t have a specific tag for them, though.

The thing is…

Sorry, Anon. You accidentally triggered one of my rants. If you just wanted an answer it's up there ⬆️

Good translations are not rare. Good translations aren’t even rare in manga anymore. The reason a lot of people think of all translations as bad is because people used to not take translations of manga seriously. They wouldn’t give it any care or attention, they’d just whip off whatever sounded close enough, and if they got whole-ass words wrong here or there then it didn’t really matter. Because it’s just comics, right? Who cares about that kiddie crap.

Translation - good translation - is HARD. It’s not just understanding two languages. Linguistic differences between source and translated language are not the reasons translations turn out bad. It’s cultural differences. You have to understand the literature and art and history of both languages, because that informs the environment that the author wrote in and the environment the readers are reading in. You have to make sure someone can just pick it up and read. Giving people cultural context in asides and footnotes and a glossary is great and all, but the experience of reading should be about the TEXT, not about the language. A good translator has to know about cultural and regional backgrounds and tensions in both languages.

Turning a Kansai accent into a Southern accent is a great example of what NOT to do, because the two regions have vastly different cultures that aren’t comparable. An easy illustration is that the stereotype about Southerners is they’re very polite and gracious and charming and speak slowly, while the stereotype about people from Kansai is they’re blunt and aggressive and outgoing and speak fast. But it was the industry standard for years to just slap a “funny accent” on any character speaking with a dialect.

On top of all of those concerns, comics has the additional limitation of space. The translation must meet all of the previous requirements, and also fit into a speech bubble. There is no getting around that. You have to sacrifice meaning somewhere in situations like that, and in an ongoing series with as many twists and late reveals as One Piece it can be hard to guess which word is the one that is crucial to the plot.

There are times I definitely think the translators did a great job, it's usually most noticeable with wordplay and puns, but I'm not sure "better than the original" is how I'd describe that. I think it’s very risky for a translator to try to make the work “better.” The original Swedish translation of Dracula did that back in the day and what they wound up publishing was basically fanfic. (It’s supposed to be really fucking good, though. It just has no more than a passing resemblance to Dracula.)

What does “better” look like? Is it when everything makes sense and is easy to read? But maybe the author wanted this scene to be challenging so you’d slow down and think about it. Is it when you take that random joke out of the serious scene? But maybe that joke was there to balance out the tension of the scene. Is it when the characters always act the way you expect them to? But characters, like people, have contradictions and inconsistencies, and if you take those out the character will be flat and boring.

That’s why I think a good translation is one where the translator is invisible. If they’ve done their job right, you should never think about them. But then, if they’re that good, it’s easy to forget how hard they work to get the product that good. And that’s when people start to think we don’t need translators, we have language learning models and machine translation… But that’s a different rant for another time.

Side note, Viz still pays actual human translators for their work. So do Yen Press and Seven Seas, last time I checked. I’m not about to tell you to NOT pirate shit, but if you buy one of their books you’re actually paying for a person to translate it.

Anyway, sorry/thank you for giving me an opportunity to rant about this. As you can see, it means a lot to me.

[oliver-queen-apologist]

talia anon here!

i was actually expecting a dissertation-length answer so it wasn't too much lol. that being said how would you portray her relationship with damian? i always hated the fact that ra's raised damian without talia knowing bc talia doesn't remember her mother due to her loa shenanigans and now the cycle is lowkey repeating with damian which is the very thing she tried to avoid.

the thing with damian and talia is that if we want to keep damian the same as he is while also ignoring morrison’s talia, she couldn’t have raised him. she couldn’t have even known about him. so that means we gotta rework the timeline a LOT. specifically the time between son of the demon and talia’s lexcorp arc. my idea for what happened immediately following son of the demon was that talia found some sort of excuse to be away from her father for the length of her pregnancy and then secretly gave birth to damian/gave him up for adoption before returning to ra’s. after she left ra’s following tower of babel, that’s when ra’s somehow found out that damian was alive and took him back (i haven’t thought that part out much yet). if her lexcorp era lasted for longer like i said i wanted in my previous post, then timeline wise talia would have no idea that ra’s was raising her son.

how she would eventually find out about damian and take him away from the league i still don’t know. i have to think on that more. but i don’t think it would be an easy thing for her to cope with. i feel like she probably would have already divorced herself from any motherly feelings after deciding to give damian up, because she knew she wouldn’t be this child’s mother. i kinda get this sense just from reading son of the demon (which imo is so subjective when it comes to talia’s motivations and is meant to be that way). when people talk about why talia gave her child up they usually talk about the dangers of bruce’s life and how she realized that after bruce almost got himself killed. i don’t think we talk enough about the dangers of talia’s life, and how she might have realized she doesn’t want to her child to lose their mother the way she lost hers. talia has a very heavy sense of responsibility and wouldn’t be one to just leave everything behind to raise her baby, just like she would never ask bruce to stop being batman. her own happiness is immaterial to her. “atlas does not smile” and all that.

because of everything i mentioned above, i think talia might have trouble bonding with damian when she eventually does meet him. not because she doesn’t love him, but because she didn’t plan on raising him. she probably did her best to not even think about him over the years. and on damian’s side, i wouldn’t be surprised if he harbored some resentment towards her. ra’s loves talia, but he did not have a great relationship with her after she left him. and add her leaving him to him finding out she lied about losing her baby? ra’s does not take betrayal very well. it wouldn’t surprise me if he lied to damian about her, either saying she was dead or that she left him. so when a traumatized child meets the mother he thought was dead or just a deadbeat, of course he’s gonna have some complicated feelings about it.

however i do think that they could get past that and have a close relationship. i am also a mama’s boy damian truther 4life.

[contentloadingandstuff]

hello, could you do a shenhe and ganyu injury fluff or family fluff? (you can choose whichever one you think would be easier to write or more fun) ^^

Injury fluff with Shenhe and Ganyu

A/N: Hello, anon! I hope you like this one. The fluff turned into hurt/comfort with Ganyu, as she's just too precious for this world ^^. Enjoy!

CW: Male!Reader, Shenhe may be a bit OOC.

Shenhe

You peek out from behind the corner. Your girlfriend, Shenhe, rests on the living room couch. Her eyes are glued to the book she’s reading. A perfect opportunity. 

Ever so carefully, you place quiet steps on the wooden floor. You manage to stealth your way to the kitchen. With a sigh of relief, you relax your legs. Only the sting of your slashed arm reminds you of what you have to do. 

You slowly open the cupboard, hoping to find the familiar blue package full of bandages and gauzes. Yet as you scan the contents of the furniture you can’t seem to get a visual match. You get on your tip-toes to see over the largest boxes of various medicines. Your search ends up bearing no discoveries, so you lower yourself to the floor. 

You gasp, startled, as your healthy shoulder touches Shenhe’s cleavage. 

“S-shenhe?” You ask shakily, turning to face her. She looks unamused.

“And why exactly did you want to stay quiet, my love?”

You smile awkwardly, and start scratching the back of your head. 

“I… well, it’s kind of silly.”

“Go on. “ She crosses her arms on her chest. 

“I got a little wounded on my previous commission, nothing much. I didn’t want to worry you.”

Upon hearing the word ‘injury’, Shenhe quickly steps closer. She begins bombarding you with questions. 

“Where? How deep? Who did this to you?” She moves your shirt aside to check for any serious damage. You manage to gently stop her with your hands. 

“That’s precisely why I wanted to keep this a secret, Shenhe. No, it’s not serious. It does hurt, though. “ You suddenly remember what you came here for. “Shenhe, have you seen the bandages?”

“I won’t tell you where they are unless you answer my questions.”

You know what’s coming. 

“Where are the people who did this?” She asks, and you sigh. 

“They got payback. They won’t trouble me any further, Shenhe. You can relax.”

“Are you certain of that?” Her winter eyes scan yours for any signs of a lie. 

“Shenhe, listen. Those were Hilichurls - they just surprised me, that's all.”

“Where are they, Y/N?” She doesn’t back down. 

“Six feet under.” You finally give in, and Shenhe smiles. When she learned about this saying, she couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Good, as they should. Nobody hurts Y/N and gets away with it. Now, let’s look for those dressings. “

Ganyu

“Hello, my love!”

You close the door behind you, and look into your living room. It’s very clean, yet something is missing. After a short moment, you hear Ganyu’s footsteps draw closer to the hall. You come out to greet her. Upon seeing you, she scurries right to your side, and envelops you in a tight hug. You hiss, and she pulls away quickly. She looks up at your face, concern painted across her features. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yes, yes, just a little… sore, is all.” you put your spear up against the wall, doing so with your shield as well.

“H-here, let me help…”

Her smaller hands, with lots of experience in helping you get rid of all that armor, make short work of all the straps and buckles holding up the plates. Before long, you stand before her only in a damaged shirt, revealing a large and dirty bandage all across your stomach. Ganyu’s hands move up to cover her mouth when she sees this.

“Archons, Y/N… is it bad? Does it hurt?”

“Heh, a little. But it’s nothing I can’t handle. I would be really grateful if you helped me clean it up, though.”

Ganyu motions at the couch, urging you to sit down. She rushes to the kitchen to pick up the first aid materials. It’s far from your first return home with injuries, and Ganyu has been always prepared so far. You remove the remains of your shirt when she gets back, taking a seat beside you. She quickly moves to work, slowly unwrapping the bandages. Seeing her concern, you try to distract her mind a little. 

“How has your day been, Ganyu?”

“Oh? Well, nothing exciting to talk about. I just did work for the Qixing as usual. How about you, my love?”

“Fighting. That’s all I’ve been doing today. We took a trip to the Chasm to clear out the bandits and monsters a little. Not much, all in all. “

Ganyu only furrows her brow, not providing much of a response. The silence continues as she tends to the injury, muttering something about your carelessness once in a while. She is overall much quieter than usual. Most of the time, your wife would say simple things or just nod along while you explained what undertakings you got on to that day. Today, however, she seems much more pensive. A frown rests on her face, and her fingers stumble occasionally.

“Ganyu, is something on your mind?” You ask, taking a closer look at her focused face. 

You notice a glint of tears in her eyes. 

You quickly rise up, hissing at the pain this caused. You gently grab her cheeks, and tilt her head towards yours. She is indeed crying quietly, her eyes avoiding yours. 

Your heart clenches at the sight. 

“Hey, Ganyu. What’s wrong? Please, talk to me…”

“This i-injury… is very serious. I-if it would be a little to the left you would surely… d-die.”

She looks up at you. In her beautiful, pinkish-purple eyes you see what only could be described as pain. She runs her sleeve across her face, drying up some of the tears. 

“Y/N… I was in the market place in the a-afternoon, and I saw a t-transport… o-of…” She starts sobbing quietly. 

“A transport? Of what?”

“B-bodies… from the C-chasm…”

Unable to bear her sadness, you pull her closer. She digs her horned head into your shoulder, arms circling around your neck and hugging you tightly. You gently stroke her hair and hush her quietly.

“Were you afraid of… finding me there among them?” You ask softly.

“Y-yes.” She sniffles, embracing you even tighter. 

You let her cry into your shoulder for a while. As you whisper soft, comforting words into her ears you feel her trembling quiet down. You move to gently rubbing her horns, just the way she showed you hundreds of years ago. 

“I may be there one day. But it won’t be anytime soon.” She looks up at you, and your gazes meet. “I’m here today, and that’s what counts, yes?”

She lowers her head down onto your chest, and she nods slightly. You continue massaging her horns. After a short time, you feel her relax completely into your embrace. You lie with her for a minute, focusing on the comforting movements of her chest against yours as she breathes. You can feel her heartbeat slow down at last. 

Yet your injury still aches. Guess it was as bad as she said, huh. 

Summoning your utmost gentleness and care, you place her sleeping figure on the couch, very wary of waking her up. She gets little sleep because of work, so she deserves every minute of it to be undisturbed. You smile to yourself. 

With your visit, you surely messed up her schedule for the day. 

You pick up the dressings from the floor, and study them closely.

“Alright, now how do I tie this bandage…”

Thanks for reading!

[qqueenofhades]

you can tell you work in academia with how much patience you have for some of these asks...."I don't know what is and isn't true anymore" is such an indefensible cop out of a way to exist in the modern world. morally clean "Leftists" could at least have the decency to learn the history of the people and places they pretend to care about for internet points, but hey, it's way easier to take the Opressor Approved route and give into despair and recycle repurposed right wing propaganda like the TERF version of geopolitics. a lot of people need to ask themselves, if there were no internet asspats involved, would you actually still care?? anyway thank you for your patience and willingness to engage, you're a better person than me :')

So far as the other anon goes, they have apologized and taken responsibility that it was a dumb thing to do, I have accepted that apology, and I think that matter is now closed. And yes, I do actually appreciate (as discussed in many other posts and asks) that it is difficult to always and automatically find reliable information, that it has been made deliberately even more difficult to do so by various bad actors, and that this results in a big ol' Bad Take Sea even by people who are genuinely otherwise well-meaning or want to make a positive contribution. So I really do have sympathy for that. Perhaps the previous anon did not put that sentiment across in the best of ways, but as I said, we should all have a bit more grace in remembering that we are real people behind the computer/phone screen and are dealing with different stressful things, and therefore sometimes make mistakes and do or say things we don't mean. (You know, for those of us who aren't pornbots. Oh tumblr.)

Where you and I absolutely agree, however, is that just because it is sometimes difficult to acquire that information, or that systemic and deliberate barriers/misinformation has been put in place to increase the difficulty, it does not excuse people from the responsibility of doing so, especially if they want to put themselves in the position of being the Perfectly Correct Social Media Oracle who will judge and criticize everyone else's responses and act as if that has some real-world impact or is a real marker of someone's "personal morality." And there are for sure plenty of people who are doing that with literally no self-awareness or other critical tools, because as you say, they want the Internet Asspats for being seen as a "Good Person" according to a very narrow and limited definition. But they can't think about what that entails, how to challenge it or correct it, or otherwise apply it carefully, so, yeah.

As I said, I am generally willing to answer asks that are made in good faith and show a real willingness to learn, because (as noted and which is doubtless visible again here) I am an academic and I enjoy having these kinds of discussions. But this topic in particular, and modern social media in general, is really not made for it, and it's easy to get sucked down the Discourse Black Hole that doesn't do anything for anyone, and I try to avoid that. So I answer only when I think I can contribute something useful to the discussion, which results in those kinds of long and careful responses where I do always worry that I haven't said enough or said it the right way, especially with the bad-faith reading police eager to leap on any small misstatement or sentence taken out of context. That is of course a hazard of being a person on the Internet in 2024, and since I am still here and still answering questions generally, I have clearly decided to accept it. But I also don't have an obligation to respond to *everything,* and I don't. It is a fine line to walk and again, I am a middle-aged tired academic and ordinary person doing my best. I appreciate your support. :)

[unluckyhoneybee]

Sex Education: Risky and Painful.

Part five: A truth or dare game makes you and Lando want to try something. Smut.

MASTERLIST

Previous part: Good with numbers.

Notes: This is basically YN and Lando being a couple of idiots. // NOT EDITED, English is not my first language // I think it's quite long.

Warnings: +18. Penetrative sex (p in v). Fingering. Lando being an asshole for a couple of minutes. There was an anon who suggested this and I'm going to try and use it.

"How is your secret guy?" George appeared put of nowhere, making me jump on my seat.

"Shh." I looked around in panic. We weren't alone. Some other drivers were close.

"How is he?" He whispered now. "Are you still seen him? Did you...?"

"I have seen him a couple of times, yes. But Shh."

"A couple of times?!" He said.

"George! Lower your voice! And yes. He is... Nice." I blushed. Lando was more than nice. After my little breakdown he had cuddled me for hours, even letting me sleep for a bit on his bed.

"So it's serious?"

"Mmm. Not like a relationship, like it's not even exclusive. But it will definitely happen again" Right?

"Oh wow? And when can I meet him?"

I crocked an eyebrow and looked at him.

"If my best friend has a girlfriend, I want to know if. What if I have to kick his ass?"

"First, he is not my boyfriend. Second, I can kick his ass alone"

George laughed.

"Hey guys! I know you all think we are too old for this... But." Alex lifted an empty bottle of champagne. "Who wants to play?"

"Oh God Alex" I heard George mutter next to me.

"Lets do it yes. Just... No weird things okay?" I said looking around.

"Some of us have a partner so..." George warned.

"Okay, okay" Alex put the bottle in the table and we all sit around it. Charles, Pierre, Alex, Yuki, Lando, George and me. In that order. Charles laughed nervously next to me.

"I will start because I proposed the game."

Alex moved the bottle and it pointed to Charles. The Ferrari driver blushed.

"Okay, Charles. Truth or dare."

"Truth"

"Is it true that you got a boner when they gave you the pole trophy the other day?"

I bit my lip trying not to laugh. There has been a rumor that Charles had a suspicious mark on his suit.

Charles blushed hard and looked at his hands, a smile trying to scape from his lips.

"It's... True."

I covered my mouth as the others laughed loudly.

When we finally calmed down, Charles was trying to explain.

"I-I think it was the adrenaline o-or something."

"Yeah mate, like when you had presentations in school" Lando said between laughs.

"Yeah, yeah! That!"

I laughed a bit.

"Okay, next." Charles said trying to scape from the embarrassment. He moved the bottle and it pointed at Pierre. "Well, well. Truth of Dare"

Pierre smirked and leaned back on the sofa.

"Truth."

"You are so boring... No dares..." Lando exclaimed.

"Shh Lando." Charles told him to shut up. "Is it true that you took some girl to Horner's car when they downgraded you?"

We all looked at Pierre in awe waiting for his answer. He grinned.

"Yes. To his Aston Martin"

"You fucked someone on your boss's car?" I asked.

"Mhm." He drank from his glass and winked at me, making me blush hard.

Pierre was handsome and he knew it. There had been various times in which he had tried to hit on me. But I had enough strength to tell him no. He was too much for me.

"Well, enough flirting here" I heard George saying. Pierre gave me a smile I couldn't read and moved the bottle. It pointed at Lando and we all looked at him. He looked at Pierre with a cold stare and I frowned. Weird.

"Truth or Dare, Norris? Don't be boring"

"Dare" Lando looked at Pierre with a defiant stare.

Pierre laughed a bit.

"Then... I dare you to kiss someone"

Everyone laughed.

"Are we 15?" Yuki said.

"Who?"

"Who ever you feel like. And whoever let you get close to them"

I bit my lip feeling something setting on my stomach. Lando wasn't into guys, right? He was into girls. He was into me, right?

Lando cleared his throat and looked around.

"Well. It kind of obvious who I would choose" He said nervously.

All of them looked at me.

I was nervous too. All their eyes on me and Lando looking at me with his rosy cheeks. Should I kiss him? Why had Pierre done this? Was Lando really going to do it?

We had kissed before. Of course we had. I couldn't stop think about some of our kisses. About his soft lips and expert tongue. What's the difference? Our friends looking?

"Hey, let's do it Norris" I said getting up and smiling at him. His eyes became brilliant and I saw him fighting a smile.

"Let's do it"

He got up too and tried to walk to me between the mess of legs.

"Come here, YN".

I smiled and cupped his face. He shot Pierre a quick glance and leaned, trapping my lips in a sweet kiss. I had to concentrate, to think about all the people around us, to no pull him closer and deepen the kiss. His mouth tasted like that orange juice he had been drinking and his lips felt warm against mine. I kissed him back softly leaving soft long pecks on his lips before parting. He was blushing and I was too.

"That's what you call a kiss, Norris? No wonder why you are single"

I frowned and looked at Pierre then at Lando.

"That's rude, Gasly" I said putting my hands in my waist. "Lando is actually a good kisser. I liked that a lot, Lando. Not too invasive, not too messy, cute and sweet for a first kiss. I'll give you a 8."

Lando looked at me and gave me a knowing smile. We both knew that we could give Pierre a show if he wanted to. And by experience I also knew that Lando could make me wet just with a kiss. He was playing with advantage by choosing to kiss me.

"That's pretty nice. Thank you" Lando pinched my cheek and I smiled. "See Pierre. If the lady is happy..."

I laughed and sat on the couch again. George looked at me with a weird look and I asked a what with my eyes. He just shrugged and looked at Lando.

The night went on and stupid dares and questions were asked.

"Is true that you have a secret girlfriend?" Yuki asked Lando.

"Nop. No true."

"Then who did you fuck last week mate? You didn't let me sleep"

I felt my heart beating faster. Don't look at me, Lando. Don't you dare to be so obvious.

Lando blushed.

"You heard that?"

Yuki nodded and faked a gag.

"She was just a girl I met. She was pretty, I was into her and she was into me so..."

I bit down a smile.

"Well, at least she had fun"

We all laughed. I did. I had a lot of fun.

When we left the club, Lando was quick to find my side, walking close to me. I was glad George had left first, claiming to have some duties with his team early tomorrow.

"Hey"

"Hey"

"Was it good? Really? I wanted to do more but with all of them..."

"Would have been so obvious" I finished the sentence for him.

"Yeah."

"It was good. Don't listen to Pierre. He is a bit jealous"

He looked ahead of us, where Pierre was walking with Yuki and Charles.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. He has tried to hit on me a couple of times"

"And you don't like him?"

"I think he may be too much"

"Too much? For you?"

I nodded. Lando made a noise with his mouth and kicked a pebble on the floor.

"Probably you are too much for him"

"What?"

My heart was beating so hard and my cheeks were burning red.

"You are amazing. You are kind and sweet and have something in you... I don't know. You are really nice and I always have a lot of fun with you"

I smiled. I was dying to grab his hand and pull him closer to me, to kiss his lips and hug him close. But I couldn't, not with out friends so close.

"I... Thank you, Lando. I don't really know what to say" And it was the truth. I wasn't good with words.

"It's okay." He pushed me a bit with his shoulder and I laughed. "Have you ever fucked someone on your boss' car?"

"Nop"

"Do you wanna?" He whispered with a cheeky smile.

"What?" Did I want to fuck Lando on my boss car? Maybe.

"I said..."

"I know. But... How?"

"We still have a couple of days in here so... Let me think."

"Your boss or my boss?"

"The one who gets the car first"

"Well done, YSN."

"Thank you, Max!"

I was walking to Alfa Romeo's hospitality after the race.

"Hey, hey, hey. Well done getting those points, Missy"

I smiled the moment I heard his voice. I turned around.

"Thank you very much, Norris. Congratulations too."

He smiled like a kid and laughed nervously.

"What is going on?" I said clueless.

"Well..." He showed me something and I gasped.

"It's..."

"The keys of Zak's car? Yes. See you in an hour. I have to give it back to him at 9"

"What? How?"

"I'll explain it to you while I fuck you on the back of the car" He said getting closer.

I felt a shiver running up and down my body. I looked at him speachless.

"What kind of lesson is that?" I was able to mutter after a few seconds.

"We can try to figure out what's the best way to do it. For future hook ups" He said looking down at my lips.

"For future hook ups"

I walked to the place where Lando had told me the car would be. I was wearing a hoodie and my sunglasses event hough it was almost dark. There was no one around but with the paparazzi you could expect anything.

"Hey" I opened the door and got inside.

"Hey. How are you?"

"Horny."

We both laughed and he started the engine.

"It's the first time I get in a car with you" I said after long minutes of silence and Lando driving through the streets.

"It's right. It... It's also going to be the first time we... Well. If you want."

"We fuck? Like actual fucking? Yeah. We haven't... Yet."

He looked at me and smiled.

"Yet. Do you wanna do it?" Shyly, his hand traveled to my thigh, slowly caressing his way to my knee and giving it a soft squeeze.

"Well... Yes." I said touching his hand with my fingers. It was huge. I made him turn it around so I could compare it with mine. I might be developing something with Lando's hands. They were so beautiful. "I want to do it. That's why I'm here, right? You want to do it?"

"Yeah, of course."

Smoothly and using only one hand, he turned to the left and stopped the car.

We were in the middle of nowhere in a luxurious McLaren.

"I wanted to get a car with enough space for us to get on the back but..."

"I almost get a four door Alfa for us. But..."

We both chuckled.

"Come here, c'mon"

I smiled at his eagerness and went to pull my trousers down, hitting my elbow and knee on the process and laughing about it. When I looked at him, his lips were pressed on a thin line.

"What?"

"It's nothing."

Weird.

"Lando?"

"Really, don't worry. It's nothing. Come here" He pulled the seat back and patted his lap.

I frowned, but climbed on him. His hands found there place on my waist and grabbed into my hoodie. Something was off. He was looking weirdly at me.

"What have I said?"

"N-nothing"

"Then? What the fuck is going on?"

His eyes betrayed him when they looked down at my thighs. Realization hitted me. I hadn't shaved my legs.

"Shit Lando. Is it because of my legs? Because they are hairy?"

"N-no. Of course not. I-I... No..."

"Don't you fucking dare to lie on my face." I said grabbing his chin.

"I just wasn't... I think... I shaved, you know?"

"And what the fuck are you trying to tell me?" I was getting angry by each second that passed and he did not answer.

How could he be so mature some times but so fucking childish other times? He gave me a whole speach last time but he wouldn't touch me know because I had some hair on my legs.

"I can't fucking believe you"

I tried to pull away and climb of his lap, but he grabbed into me desperately

"No, no, no. Wait. I'm sorry. YN, no"

He managed to trap me with his arms as I tried to push away.

"Lando, let me go"

"Look at me."

"No, Lando"

I was angry and stubborn as fuck. Maybe I was not fighting with him any more and I had relaxed a bit. But I was angry. The boy could be an asshole sometimes.

"Hey, please. Look at me"

I refused.

"I'm sorry"

"Do you know how much of a prick you are for what you just did? That shit can hurt a lot, Norris. You ares disgusted because I..."

"Stop there. I'm not disgusted"

"I told you to not lie on my face." I said poking his chest. "You guys are always like that, you want us perfect and ready for you... A-and I don't fucking care if you shave or not because you know what? Because it's your body and it's your decision to do it or not."

He let his head fall on the seat and freed me from his grasp.

"Okay. Just... I will take you to the hotel." He said looking through the window.

I nodded slowly, feeling something deep on my chest. Why was this so confusing?

"Lando." I touched his cheek.

We were adults and adults solve things talking. And we were learning here. This was also a lesson.

He looked at me and pressed his lips together.

"Don't ever do that again. You can hurt someone's feelings." I said in a serious tone. "I-I suppose this is also something you had to learn. At least it was me and not some potential girlfriend or something important."

Saying that hurt more than it should. And I didn't like it.

I saw his lips opening to say something, but instead, his hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to him. I was sitting right above his crotch now.

He kissed me softly then, letting one of his hands disappear on my hair and pulling me closer to his mouth. I closed my eyes and let him do it. The anger was slowly fading away.

"I'm so fucking sorry, YN" He muttered on my lips before starting to kiss my cheek and then my neck.

I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the feather kisses he was prepping all over my skin.

"Forgive me" He whispered.

I ran my hands through his soft curls and kissed his cheek.

"I hope you have learned"

"I have. I'm sorry. I'm still a stupid kid sometimes."

I looked into his green eyes and smiled a bit.

"You are. I'm glad you have me to keep you on line"

Lando kissed me again, his tongue attacking mine and pulling a moan out of my mouth.

"You still wanna fuck me?" He whispered between kisses.

"Mhm" I nodded kissing his neck. I ran the tip of my tongue over his ear.

"I don't deserve it"

"Just be nice the next time"

I undid his belt at the same time my teeth grazed his neck. I let my hand wander inside his underwear and wrapped my fingers around him, giving him a soft squeeze that made him moan on my ear.

"Fuck."

I smiled and sucked the skin on his neck.

"No... No marks..."

"You can show it to Pierre."

I felt his smile on my neck and soon one of his hands was on my ass. I bit the skin and then run my tongue through the mark.

"Take this off."

Getting naked in the car was more difficult than I thought. I bumped on the honk, the loud noise making both of us scream.

"Shit" He said laughing and finally managing to let the t-shirt fall on the passenger seat.

When I tried to take my hoodie off, I hitted my head. I curled myself on his chest laughing as he gently massaged the sore place.

"Be careful, please. Don't knock yourself out while you fuck me"

"Car sex is painful."

"I'll take note of that".

We resumed our kisses, slowly making them deeper and more passionate now that I was wearing only my underwear and he was half naked. I started to rock my hips on his and he moaned.

"One day we will have a lesson for this"

"For dry humping?"

"I love how you do it?"

"Want me to do it now?"

"I have been thinking of being inside of you the whole weekend, don't take that from me" He whispered on my lips at the same time his fingers pulled my underwear aside.

I couldn't believe I was going to fuck him. Like actual fuck him. He looked into my eyes as two of his fingers slid easily into me.

"Shit, Lando..."

"What? Tell me. Does it feel good? Do my fingers feel good?"

I let my forehead fall on his and curled my fingers on his hair.

"So good. I love it. You have gotten so good with them since your first lesson"

He hand learned almost expertly to use them.

He gave me a kiss and curled his fingers, making me moan.

"I love the sounds you make. You look so pretty like this."

I also loved when Lando praised me. I loved to hear him calling me pretty, telling me I was doing good.

"Move them faster please"

He obeyed, moving his fingers against my sweet spot and making me see stars.

"So good" I whimpered. "Want to feel you"

"Let's go then..."

He pulled his fingers out and looked into my eyes. I saw something wild on his stare.

"Open that pretty mouth"

A rush of pleasure ran over my whole body and it acted on its own. I opened my mouth and showed him my tongue. When he slid this two fingers in and my lips closed around them, I groaned at the feeling and taste. I felt something different, something I had never felt with anyone before. I felt freento whatever I wanted.

"Fuck" He pulled them out with a soft pop and looked at my mouth for a second. "You are so fucking hot, babe."

We kissed once again, devouring our mouths before pulling away. He took a condom from his trousers and put it on, my mouth watering at the sight of his thick member.

"Go slow" He said when I lined myself with his member.

"I don't think I can easily fit this..." I chuckled when he blushed. He was so cute.

As I started sinking in, both of us kept our breaths in. The strech felt so good.

"Mmm. You feel wonderful" He said put of breath.

I wasn't able to speak, moving up and down slowly and trying to fit more of him in me.

"You are okay, right?"

"Yes." I breath out. I took my fingers to my clit and moaned. It was easier to bottom with the added pleasure.

We both let a cry out when I did.

"Fuck Lando"

"Move, baby, please."

I tried to set a good rhythm, moving back and forth as far as the reduced space let me.

"Shit. You feel so good, so big"

"So do you, baby. Like a dream"

I was riding Lando Norris on Zak Brown's car.

"Lando"

"Tell me"

"How did you got the car?" I asked out of breath.

"I-I don't want to talk about my boss when I'm inside you, YN."

I laughed and kissed him deeply, licking into hsi mouth and biting his lip when I pulled back.

"Tell me"

"I asked. And he said yes"

Lando started rubbing circles in my clit and made me look into his eyes.

"Just... That?"

"Yes. So easy"

I grabbed into his shoulders and moved my hips up and down, making us wince and moan at the new angle.

"It's like a dream, really. You feel so perfect"

"So do you Lando"

He was just right. He was perfect for me.

He pulled my bra down and attacked my nipples.

I cried his name and once again hitted my head.

"OH fuck."

And suddenly, when I was trying to recover, whe saw lights outside the car. Lando grabbed my hips and made me stay still. He was looking through the mirrors and I through the window, any of us breathing.

I hadn't felt so tense in a long time (apart from races, of course). But the adrenaline of getting caught was kind of arousing.

"Lando Norris and YN YSN caught fucking on Zak Brown's car in the middle of nowhere" Lando joked on my ear. I laughed a bit.

The car left and I could breathe again.

"Oh God. So risky" I muttered.

He kissed my shoulder and pinched my nipple, making me squeal.

"Shit. Don't tell me it didn't turn you on a bit" He moved his fingers over my clit again and I let my forehead on yours

"A bit" I laughed and moved my hips again.

His free hand fell on my ass, helping my movements. I set a fas pace moving the best I could. I wanted him to feel good, to have a good memory from this. I wanted him to enjoy his time with me as much as I did.

"I'm close" I gasped on his mouth.

"Me too"

He sucked my nipple, rolling his tongue around it. I was playing with his hair and gently pulling it.

The pleasure was insane. The windows were getting foggy and the air was getting hotter. Thee wet sounds filled the space.

His eyes were clouded with pleasure as he looked at me, mouth half opened letting soft grunts.

"You look so beautiful"

The mix of his fingers on my clit and his member inside me, drove me to an orgasm that left me shaking and whimpering over him.

"Oh... Oh... YN" I felt his fingers gripping into the flesh of my ass. His head fell back and he groaned. "Fuck". I loved to see the pleasure changing his face when he came. Eyebrows relaxed and mouth opened.

I let myself fall on his chest and he hugged me. Lando was breathing deeply and slow. It felt so intimate, so close.

As I recovered from my orgasm, I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed and he looked so calm. He was insane, he was handsome and cute at the same time. His perfect nose and plump lips mad eyou want to kiss him for hours; his soft curls were made for running your fingers through them; and you could get lost staring at his beautiful green eyes.

"You are staring, Missy"

I smiled.

"I like when you call me that" I confessed nuzzling my nose on his neck.

Lando ran his hand through my hair.

"I think this has been a successful lesson"

I smiled and straightened my back with my hands on his chest.

"Yeah, but risky and painful"

"It was hot"

"A bit, yeah"

"And fucking you has been better than what I imagined."

I blushed.

"But next time I'll be on top"

"I like the idea." And I couldn't wait.

He smiled and pouted a bit asking for a kiss. I gave it to him.

A few minutes later I was trying to get dressed again.

"Car sex is good but I hope we haven't stained anything."

"Yeah, I hope so" I said looking at him.

Lando smiled and put a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry for what I..."

I took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

"You were a dick. But I forgive you."

He smiled.

"Thank you"

I intertwined our fingers and let our hands on my lap.

"Let's go to the hotel so I can return Zak's car"

"I can't believe we did this"

With the air on my face, the soft music in my ears and Lando's warm hand on mine, I fell asleep quickly, the post orgasm haze not helping either.

I only woke up when I felt something on my face.

"Hey, Missy. We are here."

When I opened my eyes, his face was centimeters away from mine. I grabbed his chin and gave him a kiss without thinking much about it. I loved kissing Lando. Even when it felt strange, it was amazing. And it was starting to worry me.

Next part: We are friends.

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

Hello! Do you think Yuzuru will appear in a bad light in the Javier documentary? (Or like in a shady way, that they don't say bad things about him outright, but just suggest it, and manipulate people with the "poor Javi" agenda...) Like, I don't know where you exactly stand with Javier, but my opinion shifted about him so hard after what he pulled last year in connection with the Olympics. He talked about Yuzu's fall as a "fs specialist", saying stuff like Yuzuru was overdaramtic, he fucked up the jump and just used the hole as an excuse (I'm paraphrasing, obviously, but he actually said this). I watched the original spanish too, ha absolutely was throwing shade at Yuzu. His previous actions seemed shady in this knew light too: he complained after Pyeongchang that he should have been second and Shoma was overscored (f ing not!), and right before the medal ceremony announcing that he will retire so that the whole thing would be about him, because he wasn't satisfied with 3rd... Calling in intverviews after retirement Yuzu an acquaintance, when they were supposed to be the biggest friends... I don't know, I think he was always just jealous of Yuzu and trying to use him for fame. He seems shady. His skating was OK (((not better than Shoma or Yuzu, comeon!...))), but he's a slimy dude, and more people should acknowledge it, I think. (Sorry, this turned into a rant more than a question...)

@anon I don't know if this is the kind of "answer" you were hoping for and ranting about something that is on your mind is fine with me, but in this case I don't share the view or adressed worry...

I don't think Yuzu will appear in a bad light in this. Why would he? First Javi isn't the one to create this he is the subject, so the narrative is created by the creator. And 2nd the focus of the documentary is Javi, not Yuzu and Javi's relationship, so what sense would it make to throw shade at other skaters who are included as compatriots and "friends"? I also question if Yuzu was really specifically interviewed for this documentary or if he is just included as part of Javi's story.

For starters I don't think there is any bad blood between Yuzu and Javi. They appeared happy alongside each other at FaoI and the backstage stuff doesn't show any bad mood. I just think they just don't have much in common nowadays apart from the sport and didn't meet much in the years after Javi's retirement.

I am actually quite neutral towards Javi. I liked his skating fair enough (I have seen him live and he was a very good skater who can emote and connect well with an audience) Javi appaeared to be a lot more on the socializing site in TCC, also appears to be outgoing and from the things I know he was going out with others from TCC. So his personality seems vastly different to Yuzu's.

About Yuzu's and Javi's "friendship": According to Javi and Yuzu himself Yuzu wasn't part of the group that went out for dinner after practice or who did much socializing with the other skaters. Yuzu himself said that his focus in Canada was always on training and he didn't go out just back and forth from training. So when I read that I thought that sharing the ice was the connection between Yuzu and Javi and this was their common ground where they shared mutual experiences and this brought them closer to each other. But imo their view on their friendship has been very different from each side. Imo for Javi Yuzu was always one of his skating friends, not THE best skating friend. I don't think there was bad blood in any way though and obviously both profited from one another skating wise and tbh it seems to have been enough for both of them. The narrative of the "best friends" was one that fans (and shippers) created and not one that Yuzu and Javi actually articulated as one at least not to my knowledge. They always showed respect to each other, showed happiness sharing the ice, they have been close as competitors but they were also rivals competing for the same goals and happened to have very different personalities, I am sure it wasn't always easy or always pleasant but it doesn't mean it was no friendship or fake.

(little sidenote about views on friendship: Let me just tell you from personal experience that some ppl call others friends far more easily than others. I call very few ppl friends and it's not meant negative towards anyone else if I don't count them it doesn't mean the relationship I have with them is fake, it's just that I view friendship differently than some others who call almost anyone they spend more time with friends. I don't mean to put Javi or Yuzu into any of these categories but my personal experience showed me that ppl expect different stuff from friends and as long as everyone is happy, what's the harm?

About Beijing: I don't like what Javi said about Yuzu and especially not how it came across. However I think that ppl were a lot overdramatic about Javi's comment with the hole at Beijing Olympics. Javi could have been a lot more diplomatic in his answer and it wasn't nice to accuse Yuzu of using the hole as an excuse and I am not sure why he voiced it like this. But I don't particularly think that Javi directly accused him of lying just that he thinks the hole was used as an excuse. (some may see it still as lying but I don't) I don't understand Spanish so I cannot say what words exactly Javi used and if ppl already formed an opinion it's hard to trust Fanyus translations of that matter. So as I didn't read anyone neutral it's hard to fully comprehend Javi's comment and to me most Spanish comments sound shady so I wouldn't judge that by the tone. My only explanation for Javi's words is that as a competitor himself he also dealt with holes in the ice his whole career just like every skater hence he thinks it's an excuse to use. He was asked for his opinion, he gave one. It doesn't mean anyone has to agree. Tbh this "cancel Javi culture" was getting on my nerves. And even if I do think Javi's comments were shady (from the stuff I know about it) I think it's not our place to judge if that has any influence on their relationship/friendship. We don't know what they talk about behind closed doors and to call him a fake friend after everything else nice he also said about Yuzu, also at Beijing, imo is far fetched for my liking.

As for Shoma and the Pyeongchang Olympics: The truth is that if the technical panel would have called Shoma's 4Loop as underrotated Javi would have won Silver. I can admit that as a Shoma fan though I do think that the placement was fine. But admittedly they could have switched places and it would have been fine with me too. So in a way him saying that he could have gotten Silver is not wrong, maybe a bit arrogant, but it's also honest...I also think you have to take into account the way he was asked about it. Both times I am aware of him saying he could have gotten silver the interviewer was very keen on receiving this particular answer with compliments and a way of asking where he couldn't quite say anything else. It's not like he brought it up himself.

As for the situation before the medal ceremony in Pyeongchang: At this point when they got the medals he wasn't aware of that judging "issues". I don't think he was unhappy with his medal in this moment or is unhappy overall. I would also give Javi the benefit of the doubt about him telling Yuzu he would retire in this moment. Emotions were high in this moment and I think he may just have realized they would share a podium for the last time. When Javi later spoke in a documentary about this moment he had tears in his eyes and was emotionally overwhelmed still. I don't think you could fake that. I think this situation is something we cannot fully understand as simple fans. Interpretating it as Javi grabbing for attention is far fetched. The attention at this moment was on all 3 of them, mostly on Yuzu, but each of them wrote history for their country that day. If all this situation was perceived at this moment as rivals sharing an emotional moment and the hugging as positive, when in Sochi or Vancouver the men podium did not show any kind of connection to each other on the contrary for example Plushenko was even outright disrespectful towards Lysacek by getting on the Gold spot first in 2010.

I don't know what Javi should be jealous of about Yuzu? That he got Olympic Gold and he didn't or that Yuzu won more medals? Hm...it doesn't appear to me like that at all. I don't think Javi used Yuzu for clout or fame in his career. Javi made himself a name in his home country and Yuzu is not that big of a name in Spain to attract more attention than Javi imo (skating is not a very popular sport in Spain). Also Javi made himself quite a name in the skating world by becoming multiple European and World Champion before Yuzu's name was on the scale of popularity it reached after Pyeongchang. Javi didn't post pics unnecessarily often with Yuzu on social media, I didn't see him talking about Yuzu more often except when he was asked. So I don't know how he can be viewed as using Yuzu for attention but I am also not aware of everything he said.

Overall I think you made a lot of negative assumptions because of the negative way you view Javi. I see that stuff you mentioned can be interpretated in that sense and I don't know the truth either, but I'd rather give ppl that I do not know personally the benefit of the doubt. We should be aware that the view you shared or I shared are only our interpretations with no proof of truth. We do not know Yuzu or Javi personally, we don't actually know what kind of relationship they had and there is the possibility it changed over the years, could also be that they have been friends and now grown apart, could be that Yuzu is aware of that "hole" comment and didn't mind, could be that he doesn't even know it. We can assume a lot of stuff...I like to stick to a more neutral or positive view on stuff. What does it do for me to think this negatively about a skater or a relationship that is none of my business to judge? Who cares about what we think about Javi and Yuzu, what matters is what they think about each other and how they perceive their relationship be it friendship or anything else.

And going back to the start if Yuzu would appear in a bad light in a documentary about Javi...it actually didn't even cross my mind that this would be a thing to worry about. The focus of that documentary is Javi's career, Yuzu will be part of it but not the center of the story. (maybe my own post made it sound like Yuzu is a focus but what I read about it, it's not a focus at all.) So I don't think you would have to worry about a negative impact on Yuzu.

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Sorry for the wall of text, I was not sure if to post it bc it's actually not related to anything atm and I know answering would take quite a while, but maybe it makes a bit clearer on where I stand with my view on Javi. So I hope you can make use of my opinion in any way...

I also don't want to adress it again, but you may ask if any of my text was unclear. Javi is not really a skater on my radar much, but if I see Javi and Yuzu content I will share it. Also Pyeongchang was peak figure skating and it will remain my favorite Olympic podium.

[yukiwhitetm]

Hey! Thank you so much for reading my NDRV3 fanstory You will always be Monarch Butterfly! I appreciate you doing that and I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks to the 2nd Anon for bookmarking it even. Your support means the world to me.

Sorry that it's taken me so long to answer these asks, I've had a lot going on in the background as, since October 2022 all through 2023, three of my friends have passed away and so I've been dealing with a lot of grief. Because of that, I didn't have the mental energy to answer you guys. I'm so sorry about that and yet I appreciate your patience. I have actually already answered your questions in a previous post so you may know the answer to this by now but I thought I should respond to you directly, just in case.

OK! So, what happened to my NDRV3 fanstory You will always be Monarch Butterfly!?

Well, technically speaking, it's still there on AO3. I should have deleted it - and I will explain why in a moment - but I couldn't bear to lose all your wonderful comments. I did this nifty thing where you can add a story to a group - and then make it invisible! Or hidden or unreleased, I can't remember the exact wording. But, basically, it's still on AO3, although it shouldn't be, but only I can see it. The easiest way to word it is that I have archived it.

Why did I archive it?

Well, as you mentioned, I said I would lock it to AO3 members only because of AI stealing AO3 authors' content and I did do that... initially. You see, the truth is that I love You will always be Monarch Butterfly! It's such a fun story and I don't want it to be lost or stolen. More than that, I and my real life friends and family could see the potential in You will always be Monarch Butterfly! to be adapted into an original story, since so much of it was my original ideas anyway, that I might publish as a real, physical book - with pages! That smell nice! And has a beautiful cover! Wouldn't that be fun?

I had thought about the possibility of adapting it into an original story for a long time and then the AI stealing thing happened, which just spurred me into action. I locked You will always be Monarch Butterfly! to members only but then I was worried that wasn't safe enough. What if an AI could still steal it? So, then I archived it.

(Six months later, AO3 was taken down by hackers so I was right to worry.)

But not all hope is lost!

(As Makoto would say.) Actually, I have already started to rewrite You will always be Monarch Butterfly! into an original story. I had finished seven chapters by halfway through 2023 before my grief caused me to fully stagnate. Recently, I started on chapter 8!

There will still be a lot of You will always be Monarch Butterfly! in the original story and, if you have read the fanstory, you will recognise that in the original story because I love YwabMB and I don't want to just scrap all of it. Yes, it was a fanstory and I'm adapting it into an original story but lots and lots of ideas in that were mine anyway, and some things are too plot relevant (e.g. our protag is still a leader but like in YwabMB not like NDRV3, his romantic interest is still a detective but he goes by private investigator instead and his best friend still plays the piano but so do lots of people (even me! I play the keyboard so that's close enough)... others' talents are different or they as a character might not exist anymore) or I can probably get away with being very similar ("It's a lie!" remains, as I couldn't think of something else just as a short and punchy, but "You're alone and you always will be!" has changed to something else equally cutting).

Yes, I kept talents. I thought that they are fun and a school for the gifted is not such an unusual thing. They're just not 'Ultimates' or 'Super High School Level'. They're just talented kids.

So, many of the things you and I love are similar but some things have changed too. The biggest thing I changed is that I made the story more racially diverse because now I can. So, don't be surprised that not all our main characters are 100% Japanese anymore. I don't know whether our heroic MC being Norwegian or our piano playing MC being Black Japanese or her boyfriend being Hispanic Japanese with dual Aus-Jap nationality is the biggest change! (I also have a minor recurring character in an electric wheelchair.)

Our protagonist and a few other MCs are still Japanese, though. This is because I found a lot of comfort in Japanese media growing up so I have a lot of love for fictional Japan. That's also why I kept the location the same as in the fanstory - I mean, I chose for You will always be Monarch Butterfly! to be set in Tokyo anyway!

The original story is called Truth, Lies and Butterflies and I hope you will have as much fun - or even more! - reading it as you did its fanstory version.

I hope you'll support me in this. I admit, between life stuff and my disability, it may take awhile for me to finish it. But I promise I will keep working on Truth, Lies and Butterflies until it's complete! So, every bit of support will be greatly appreciated!

[missamyshay]

I don’t know, Miss Amy, I kind of agree w those anons. In your story, Peter did recall Peter 3’s Gwen (questioned if it was a coincidence, if I remember correctly?) and still choose to be w her knowing she’d died? That’s messed up.

I’m convinced you missed the essence of the story, and of my two previous replies.

If you missed the fact that Peter is utterly conflicted then I’m convinced you didn’t read closely enough.

Again, I reiterate, to assume that Peter knows that Peter 3s Gwen is his Gwen (bearing in mind he was never even told her last name, what she looked like, etc etc) is to neglect or negate the different narrative levels of storytelling. WE know who Gwen Stacy is and what she means—Peter, in the narrative level he’s in, does not. And STILL, he wonders about it, tries to avoid it, and then makes an imperfect decision reflective of a person his age who is prone to make mistakes and not consider all the thousand and one possible outcomes for his every move.

Anyway.

This will be the last anon criticism about this fic I’ll answer. While it is 1000000% your prerogative to not enjoy or be convinced by everything you read online, it is at the same time not my job to defend a piece of art I put my heart into and decided to share with you for free.

[zingaplanet]

I agree soooooooo much with all you said in that answer and especially you saying that it’s difficult to find the right words to describe what they have!!! Looking at it factually, Rafa and Novak have played each other a whole third times more often than Rafa and Roger have (59 to 40 if my memory’s correct) but I have honestly never sensed that kind of… feeling? Between the former as I have between the latter… And that isn’t to say Rafa and Novak or Roger and Novak or all three of them or all four of them with Andy don’t all have something special (After so many hours spent together on court and so much tennis-defining done, it must be so!) but there is a magic (?) about Fedal that transcends words and really does speak to the depth of the bond they share? I always find it hard to describe what exactly they make me feel, even outside any “ship” stuff (that’s just fun and games in the end, anyway) there is something so undeniable between them and I cannot put it into words at all, or rather, words don’t really do it any justice? I could try to write the most beautiful verses about them and it still wouldn’t capture what it means to know someone like that, to the very, very core of one’s being… and being known back the same. Sorry for the super long ask, but please do keep up the long answers if you have the time and energy, they are wonderful to read!

Hahaha don't worry, getting engaged in philosophically long discussions on other people's personal relationships is my favourite thing cause frankly, I DON'T HAVE A LIFE, so keep the asks rolling anons lol

So here's what I think honestly about the big four, or in this specific case if we're being a little honest, the big three and how Roger and Rafa approach their rivalry with Novak differently. I think the tennis world hasn't been kind to Novak (and by god they have their reasons) but if we're looking purely from an objective competitive perspective, I think it's also because the tennis world doesn't really like nor do they have the space to accommodate trios. Tennis has always been, as I mentioned, a very personal relationship between two people, either in doubles (we've seen many strong bonds and stories formed over the years with the Williams sisters and the Bryan brothers), or an intense two-sided rivalry in singles (Sampras-Agassi, Borg-McEnroe, Lendl-Edberg). There's just something mystical about pairs, I guess, and Novak broke through the Federer-Nadal story, he did it consistently and once we've thought we already have all the star players of a golden-era defining generation, and I think this is partly the reason why the other two of the big three didn't feel that particular sense of depth to their rivalry with Novak because THEY ALREADY HAD ONE, they've already had their biggest, career-defining rival to chase or to beat way before he came onto the scene.

Federer-Nadal were basically the ONLY story on the run from 2004 to around 2009, nobody else even came close, they were number 1 and number 2 for so long. And I think this initial period is the key to why the tennis world held their rivalry superior for so long but also to why they themselves did it. Firstly because the early 2000s saw a crucial transition from the older Sampras-Agassi generation to a new one, one that is surprisingly much more stronger than the previous one (Federer actually beat Sampras and Agassi multiple times, instead of just picking over their leftover crowns). When he became world number 1 and frankly with little competition (Hewitt and Roddick never really managed to beat him), there was a dominance established that somehow the whole tennis world feels is lacking something, a restlessness that doesn't exactly settle, and Federer himself actually feels it, I think, he references in a couple interviews that there was simply, in the humblest term, not enough exciting competition. And this changed when Rafa came into the frame, and he did it in the most staggering way, barely 17, beating the world number 1 and winning a first grand slam final against him. From then on, I think, they have already made a story for themselves, for Federer that this was a new challenge for him, and for Rafa, that he can now truly chase his idol on an equal level. The intense ranking chase going on from 2004 until 2008 was I feel something that the tennis world hasn't seen before and will probably never see again. It feels as if the balance is finally restored and the world is finally set right again. Tennis is somehow saved, because healthy competition at the very top level is the heart and soul of every sport.

As for Roger and Rafa personally, I think these formative years were the foundations of why they will always consider their rivalry to be the most important of their careers, regardless of the number of meetings, titles, or head to heads, simply because of its personal significance. Rafa became world number 1 for the first time chasing Roger, he won his first grand slam and Wimbledon against Federer. Federer lost his first grand slam final against Nadal, and truly felt the brunt of mortality when he lost his number 1 to Nadal, he was quite simply flying on wings and only realising that he could at some point fall. But that also reinvented his game, made him appreciate his wins more and as he later on admitted, made him fall in love with tennis and competition again.

Lastly, on this very long answer of an ask that you have now definitely regret asking (lol), I also think it's because of the very strange and almost psychically fated nature of their beings. They are literally polar opposites in an almost poetic way, not just in their extreme reverse style of plays but also in terms of their personal lives in general and they both knew it. Federer is the epitome of Swiss calmness and elegance, he doesn't actually show that much emotion on court, he literally grew up in the Swiss Alps (lol) and Nadal is the ever-passionate Spaniard, who wears his whole heart on his sleeves and was born and forever in love with his island Mallorca and the sea. I think there's never a truer example of opposites attract than them both. But the bottom line is, differences don't actually form a bond, it's the realisation that underneath all of these supposed opposites, there is a realisation that actually, they're also as close and as similar a person as they can be. Rafa even mentioned this again in their last presser, that they have very similar outlooks on life, and relating to my previous answer, they are two sides of the same coin, the only ones who can be as close as possible to 'live' the other's life.

I think that, is very frankly, one of the most whacky, poetic, and beautiful things the universe has ever designed, that underneath it all, those we thought our enemies were actually our brothers, and those we thought our opposites were actually the ones who're always there all along.

[toiletwipes]

Brainrot here, Late to wish you merry Christmas, but early to wish you a New Year 👉👈?? Ok so.., creating "Au's" for oneshots is my passion -cry- , sO what if Reader actually lives in town? Like they go to the city's school/have a work there and so.

So here comes my vomit of words.,,

Lately you couldn't help but stop pining for the boy who sat in front of you in class / or work with you , something about his personality was just charming and attractive to you.

During a lunch break, Eileen suggests you to write them a letter with your feelings, knowing that in your nerves you could never tell him how you feel to his face.

So with your heart in hand you decided to follow his advice, and in one night you already had the first letter ready, you just had to deliver it, but at the moment you were about to put it in his backpack, panic invaded you and you ended up asking permission to go to the bathroom

while you left the school/ or work to take a breathe you get to observed the line of trees that were a few meters away, and unconsciously you went a little deeper, and you left your efforts (the letter) on a stone, hoping that no person would be foolish enough to go into the woods and be able to find the letter, then you decide to go back to class/ back to work feeling a little bit better. The next morning the letter was gone

Weird? Yes Rare? Also Could it have been an animal? Yeah If it was one of your classmates/coworkers they would have already mocke you then, did it just disappear? Yeah

You decided not to think about the matter and after having experienced the freedom to express your feelings in that letter, you decided to do it again and, just like the previous one, you left it on that rock a little far from the entrance to the forest.

And they kept disappearing,,, and you kept writing more letters

But what you weren't aware of was that a certain Fae was waiting to see your letters on that rock every afternoon, and although at first they seemed strangely cloying, he couldn't stop reading them, keeping them in his little hiding place, and reading them every night. Thinking about how you would look, how your voice would sound singing those words recorded on paper

And while you were pining for that boy sitting across from you, Faebur was pining for you without ever having seen you once Until he decided that due to your shyness, he would be the first to take the step and so when you were on your way to leave a new letter you met someone, or rather something? I mean, he looks like a person, but there is something strange about it. The way he smiles when he sees you and confirms that it's you when he sees the letter in your hands, he approaches you with that loving look and takes the letter in his hands, and while you're still in shock, he opens it carefully and in front of you decides to read out loud the content:

"I would like to be able to get past the diffuse line of strangers , to be the owner of your affection and heart, and I would propose a deal that ensures that my heart, my mind belong to you, as well as my whole being, and you would only need to say yes.

He smiles to himself as he holds close the letter and wraps his hands around yours, then looks straight into your eyes, as if he wanted to touch your soul with his own.

"I share the longing for your human affection, to which the answer is I accept" and as he kisses your hand, you are barely able to tell yourself how much has happened

Now you have a fae boyfriend. :D yes

Funfact: The descriptions in the cards of the person you like, resemble Faebur, type: brown hair, tall, charismatic, etc. that's why he thought they were for him :( he didn't know

I wouldn't know how to continue this so this time i didn't put 2 endings on it.

P.S. Theory anon don't be shy, share the pintboard and the playlist 😔😔 Even if I just got fed I'm always hungry for Faebur content

HhhhhhhoooOOoooooOOOOOOLY SHIT i love this sm i, and no doubt others, need more......... oh my god.......

[kaorisun]

can we please have a continuation of the one sided mutual pining PLEASE I OWE YOU MY LIFE

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. finally confessing

read part one ; here!

characters included ; nightowl, quest, xyx, nakedtoaster, onionthief, june

tags ; fluff, confessions, getting together

author’s note ; anon!! you owe me nothing!! I’m happy to write the continuation! Side note; ahhh I’m back in university and spring break is over, but fret not! I will still aim for a post a day or every other day!! I will still be feeding you all! Enjoy the fluff!! <3

NIGHTOWL —

— Nightowl sighed as he logged on to the server the next morning. He’d spent the entire night crying— he was exhausted. Physically. Mentally— everything. Even though he knew it’d hurt knowing he was just a friend, he still wanted to talk to you. He wanted so badly to hear you say good morning— to get into a call with you and to see your face. It always made him feel better.

— However, instead he was met with countless pings and private messages when he finally went online— asking where he was and if he was okay. He was confused— did everyone really miss him that much? Missing a call wasn’t exactly out of character for him. What he didn’t know was that on the group call the night previous, you had confessed to all of your friends that you liked Nightowl when they’d inquired as to why you’d been so upset at his absence. The rest of the server knew that Nightowl liked you and was mulling over it, so the confirmation was enough for them to spring into action.

— After he read through the messages, he only had more questions than answers. What was so important that they needed to tell him? Why were they so adamant that it had to happen as soon as possible? He was confused. He glanced at the texts from the morning, seeing you in a call with June. He decided that whatever it was, one of you would tell him, right?

— He sighed. What if it wasn’t good news? Well, it was important either way, so he figured he’d join in and find out. No use in putting it off, so joined the call with you and June.

— “— And that’s when I knew he liked you, too. Did you not see that?” He heard June mention and he froze. Did someone else like you? June said ‘liked you, too—‘ was it mutual? It made his heart fall, but he forced a smile.

— “Mornin’ guys! What was… so important about last night that I missed?” He questioned and June visibly jumped, her eyes widening at realizing that he’d joined the call in the middle of her sentence.

— “Ah, good luck (y/n)! I’ve gotta run!” June chided and quickly left the call. Nightowl paused and raised an eyebrow, looking at you as you let out a long sigh, shaking your head affectionately at June’s antics, apologizing for her hastiness in leaving.

— “Soooo… what’s this news about? Is it about the person you like? So? Who is it?” He asked with a false playfulness. In truth, the conversation hurt more than anything, but he wanted to be supportive of you. He didn’t want you to see his upset or jealousy. Not after you’ve been so kindhearted to him. You laughed, though. A real, bright laughter that made your eyes sparkle. Did you like this person that much? Had he… lost his chance?

— “It’s a funny situation, actually. I thought it wasn’t mutual. June was just telling me about how it was and how oblivious I’ve been being.” You spoke with a soft fondness. He only felt worse— was it someone else in the server? Had you gotten close to someone else without him realizing? He needed answers—

— “Ooooh! Someone in the server? Who? You have to tell me!” He insisted. He’d be supportive regardless— he had to be. You smiled softly, and looked at him.

— “You, of course. I didn’t realize you liked me all this time. I’ve liked you for a while now.” You stated and his face flushed. Wait. Wait. It was…

— “W-Wait— you like me? When? How? Wait— ah yes, of course I like you too, I just— never realized.” Nightowl stumbled over his words, worlds of happiness and relief washing over him as he covered his face. He smiled sheepishly as tears fell from his eyes. You gave a concerned look behind the screen.

— “Nightowl— are you okay? Why are you crying?” You asked softly and he looked up, giving a bright smile.

— “I’m just really happy and really relieved. I was so scared that you didn’t like me. Thank you for choosing me. I appreciate it.” He chided, wiping his tears away. His heart was full. You liked him— you always had. You were both just completely oblivious to it.

— “So— when can I meet you?” Nightowl asked with a loving gaze.

QUEST —

— Quest sighed as he logged in the next evening. Once again, you were offline. You likely hadn’t come back from work quite yet, so he was left waiting for you once more. He felt disappointed and a bit regretful. You had sent messages, asking if he was alright— saying that you missed having your nightly call with him. You’d also expressed quite quickly after that that you weren’t upset or anything— just that you hoped he was alright and you missed him. He chuckled softly. Cute. You always worried incessantly. He loved that you were always so willing to listen and help others. It was a bittersweet thought. He loved everything about you, but he couldn’t be with you. You were far out of his grasp.

— He shook the thoughts from his head and read through the backlogs of the chat for a bit before noticing that Lady had messaged that she would sit in the call channel alone, asking anyone who came online to come and entertain her. He shrugged, figuring that it’d be a good way to pass time until you came online. He joined the call.

— “Finally! I was getting bored in this ghost town! How are you, Quest? Why the glum look? Sad that your angel isn’t online?” Lady teased with a small smirk and Quest felt his face flush, stuttering for a moment before taking a deep breath.

— “Does everyone in the server know about that?” Quest muttered and looked at her. She snickered and smiled.

— “About your crush? Yeah, everyone knows. Well, aside from (y/n). They’re not the type to pick up on that sort of thing easily.” Lady mused and Quest chuckled. Of course. You were far too concerned with others to even consider that someone would be head over heels for you. Selfless, as per usual. He let out a soft sigh at the thought and Lady quirked a brow in curiosity.

— “I’m in over my head, aren’t I, Lady? I really do like them, but they treat me like everyone else. I mean— how do you even tell if someone feels that way for you? Am I even enough for them?” He questioned softly and Lady gaped at him before shaking her head.

— “Wait wait wait— backtrack— Quest. First off, you’re a complete catch. Secondly, they do not treat you like everyone else! Have you never realized that?” Lady questioned in disbelief. Quest gave her a confused expression, a silent question of ‘what do you mean?’ written all over his face. Lady let out a loud laugh.

— “Wow— it’s no wonder you both haven’t gotten together yet! I thought they were dense, but looks like you both are. Quest, have you never noticed that you’re the only person that actually knows what they look like? What they sound like? Everyone else has tried getting them in a call to no avail. When we asked them why you get special treatment, they respond the same way! ‘Quest is special, so he gets special treatment.’ They like you, you know!” Lady insisted and Quest’s eyes widened. How had he not realized that? He was about to respond before he heard someone join the call, soon hearing you chide in a greeting. Lady smirked, leaving the call right after.

— “Huh. I figured she’d at least wait for me to turn on my camera. She’s been adamant on finding out what I look like.” You murmured before shrugging. Quest looked at you, smiling before finally processing everything Lady had told him. Wow. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. Maybe he’d been too far in his own head and insecurity regarding it all that he’d ignored the obvious signs.

— “It’s nice to see you, angel. Sorry for missing our call last night. As for Lady, she’s just giving us privacy. So, how long have you liked me for?” He asked curiously and you looked at him with wide eyes before laughing.

— “You found out? I’ve liked you for a long time now. I was gonna confess on this call— but I guess I don’t have to. I was supposed to do it last night, but you’d logged off by then.” You explained to him and he laughed a bit.

— “Well, I do like you too. It’s mutual, angel. And after waiting so long to realize this, I’m not gonna wait any longer. Will you be mine?” He asked and you smiled at him and nodded.

— “Quest, I’ve always been yours. We’re just making things official now.”

XYX —

— Xyx was sitting on a call with Toasty, complaining once more about his worries and concerns regarding how you felt about him. Did you think he flirted with everyone? Did you see him as some sort of player— would you even give him a chance if he asked? Toasty just have a small noise of acknowledgment and Xyx sighed.

— “You’re hardly listening, right? I’m having an obvious crisis here, Toaster!” Xyx insisted in a playful, yet dramatic tone. Toasty let out a soft groan and rolled his eyes, staring at the second screen in front of him before glancing over at Xyx through the camera.

— “In my defense, I have this same conversation twice without fail every time you two call. It’s only natural that after a while I’d get way too used to it. You’re both so dense.” Toasty muttered and Xyx just paused. What did he mean? He knew that you and Toasty called often— but he always assumed it was because you liked him, not Xyx. Had he been completely off? He was confused.

— “What exactly do you mean by that? Twice? I can hardly believe that.” Xyx stated and Toasty rolled his eyes a bit before looking right at him through the screen.

— “Xyx. They call me complaining about the same thing. They question whether or not you like them, not to mention they constantly chicken out of confessing to you. Anyone in the server can easily tell that you two like each other aside from you both, apparently. And I just so happen to be caught in the middle of it. I wanted to let you two figure it out yourselves, but I figure it’s probably better if I tell you now before you combust completely.” Toasty explained and leaned his head on his hand. Xyx deadpanned. This whole time… you felt the same way— you were questioning if he liked you? He laughed, relief settling into him as he shook his head.

— “This whole time, huh? They’ve… well. Sorry for unintentionally dragging you between this, Toasty. I have a call to make.” Xyx insisted. Toaster wished him good luck before he hung up, calling you up immediately after when he noticed you were online.

— “Hm? What’s up, Xyx?” You questioned as you looked at him. He just gave a knowing smirk and admired you for a second before humming playfully.

— “I heard through my most trusted sources that someone talks about me a lot. And that someone has a bit of a crush on me.” Xyx teased and your eyes widened before you laughed.

— “I should’ve figured that Toasty would tell you at some point. So? Does the legendary Xyx want to tell me his response? Or am I gonna be left in waiting?” You responded with a small smile of your own. He chuckled before giving you a sincere smile, warmth and happiness etched into his features.

— “Can’t even let me build up a bit of suspense? That’s fine. I like you— a lot. Romantically. Honestly I thought you didn’t feel the same for the longest time. I’m.. relieved? Happy. That you feel the same.” Xyx said softly and you smiled at him, giving a fond and loving expression that he absolutely melted under.

— “When you look at me like that it really makes me wonder how I didn’t notice it sooner.” Xyx mumbled. You let out a soft laugh before Cat jumped up on Xyx’s desk, causing him to laugh.

— “I know, Cat! We finally worked things out!” You chimed to the feline on screen. Xyx pulled Cat into his arms before looking at you through the screen and giving a small smirk.

— “Yes and now there’s the next step. You just have to come down and see me! I don’t think I could wait any longer.” Xyx admitted with an adoring expression. You have a smile and nodded. Of course you would. You both waited so long just for this, after all.

NAKEDTOASTER —

— Toasty sighed after finishing playing FFVIX for the day. He glanced over at the server, noticing that it was still running rampant with messages from all of the members. He became curious, heading into the general chat. Toasty groaned at the amount of backlog— soon opting to join the call that you had been in with Xyx and Nightowl instead, hoping that you three would fill him in on what happened.

— A part of him felt nervous. What could it have been? Did you find out he liked you? Did you get with someone else in server? He had no idea what it could’ve been. He distantly wondered if the server was at risk because of BloomBot again— but knew that she was no longer like that anymore, satisfied as long as she could keep creating on her own. Besides, BloomBot would’ve just called him if it was important— so then, what was it? Once he joined the call, he was met with a brief silence before Xyx spoke up.

— “Quick! He hasn’t read the backlog! Delete all of your messages!” Xyx joked playfully and you burst out in laughter along with Nightowl.

— “Oh nooo! There’s too many! We’ll never make it in time!” Nightowl chided and Toasty narrowed his eyes at both of them.

— “Hey! Rude. There’s hundreds of messages, though. It’s a little overwhelming to try reading everything. Here I was hoping someone would just catch me up to speed on what was so important. Did the server act up or something?” Toasty questioner idly. Xyx smirked and looked at him.

— “Oh no, this is a far more romantic topic. (y/n)? I think Nightowl and I should leave you to catch our dear friend up on the events of the past few hours. Have fun~!” Xyx teased before leaving the call, Nightowl following in suit. Toasty felt his face flush— romantic topic? So you had found out? He looked at you nervously and let out a shaky sigh.

— “I’m guessing you found out, then? That I like you, I mean. Look you don’t have to feel the same! There’s no.. obligation or anything.” Toasty murmured. You just sat there dumbfounded for a few moments before smiling, leaning back in your own chair. He was confused, but stayed silent and let you speak.

— “No, I didn’t know that. Actually, what happened was that Xyx found out I liked you and spilled that to the entire server. I figured he might— but I had no idea you felt the same.” You explained and Toasty felt his chest tighten in pure happiness. You liked him? Everyone was pinging him because it was mutual and they wanted him to know— he’d been sulking for hours on his game when he could’ve just taken a glance and found out the truth?

— “Wow, I had no idea—! I usually don’t… pick up on this sort of thing as easily as everyone else. How long?” He asked with a shy smile. You returned the gesture before humming for a moment as you thought.

— “Honestly? The first time you opened up to me in person a few months ago. It felt… nice to be trusted like that. I started realizing that I felt so much more for you than I cared to admit at the time.” You expressed and Toasty hid his face for a moment before laughing softly.

— “Wow, that long? Yeah, um— me too. It’s been a long time now… wow. I’m so relieved. So so happy. Does this mean that we’re—?” He asked quietly, his voice trailing off.

— “Yes, Toasty. This means we’re together. I’m more than happy to be yours considering that you’ve had my heart for a while now. Cute that you asked, though.” You commented casually and he blushed and shook his head.

— “You think I’m cute..? Jeez, you have too much of an effect on me. Well! Now that we figured this out, wanna come over, maybe? I think it’d be nice to get affection from you that isn’t platonic… plus I really need to know that this is real.” Toasty explained and you gave him an affectionate smile. He was your boyfriend. Of course you wanted to make him happy and finally be with him in person as partners, not friends.

— “I’ll be there in an hour. Wait for me?” You asked softly.

— “I’ve been waiting for months now. I can handle another hour. I’ll see you soon.” Toasty said with a smile.

ONIONTHIEF —

— Onion was sat with you in a call while you both studied. It was silent, but comfortable, merely enjoying one another’s company while you both worked. You kept each other on track, helped with any lingering questions and took breaks when you’d been going on too long. At first, he was hesitant to the idea, but gave in soon after. You were his soft spot, though he’d never admit that outright.

— He glanced at you on the screen, noticing you staring off into space. You’d been like that for the past few minutes, distracted, unable to work. He sighed, placing his pencil down and setting his work aside.

— “Let’s take a break. Ten minutes, that’s it. I can tell you’re not focusing.” Onion mentioned and you gave a sheepish smile and glanced away for a moment.

— “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. I didn’t mean to distract you from your work.” You murmured and he shook his head.

— “Don’t worry about it. It’s about due time for a break anyways. So, what is it? What’s on your mind? You should talk about it. If you don’t, you’ll just end up losing focus again. So tell me, what is it that has you so distracted?” He questioned, putting up an unfazed front. He had do so you wouldn’t worry, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t curious. You were a diligent worker— usually never distracted when studying. What was it that had you so lost in your own thoughts? Did you get with someone? Did you like someone? It was a distant, bitter thought, but he had to be supportive regardless. You didn’t see him as a romantic interest. He had to accept that.

— “Well… I had a conversation with Nightowl and June about dating the other day. I guess my head’s still a little lost thinking about it.” You admitted and Onion nodded in understanding. Of course. He knew the day would come.

— “Did those two say something? Don’t mind them they… try to be helpful, but they don’t always realize that not everyone wants their advice or appreciates it. Disregard whatever it is, I’m sure they were only trying to be helpful in their own way.” Onion stated with a blank expression. You shook your head.

— “No no, they didn’t say anything mean. They were just trying to help me with my situation! I like someone in the server, but I have no idea what their stance on romance is. It’s… complicated.” You explained and Onion felt a sting. He knew you’d find someone else, but someone he knew? That hurt even more. It felt like… you were choosing someone else over him. Though it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t as if he made the feelings known. He went through the possibilities in his head— who could it be?

— “Regardless of who it is, I’m sure they like you. You’re intelligent, good to talk to, and you’re nice. Either way, why don’t you just directly ask them? It won’t do you any favors to keep running around in circles for answers when you could just get the answer by asking.” Onion mentioned. You seemed to relax at the advice, nodding in agreement. He looked away. He wished it was him.

— “Okay, so what’s your opinion on dating, Onion?” You questioned. Onion hummed for a moment before looking at you.

— “I’ll date someone I find to be compatible with me, only if they’re taking it serio- wait…” The realization slowly dawned on him. You asking him that question insinuated that— there’s no way. You gave a small smile, your face flushed slightly red as he realized and he looked at you.

— “Were you talking about me? You like… me? Really?” Onion questioned, his serious tone wavering slightly in disbelief. You liked him? How had he not seen that? Did he miss obvious signs? He could’ve sworn—

— “Yeah… I’ve liked you for a while now. Why do you think I always pay you so much special attention? I like spending time with you.” You stated directly. Your tone was sincere. He knew that you were being truthful and he felt his heart warm, cracking a small smile.

— “Lucky for you, it’s mutual. I like you too. I just always figured you’d pick someone with more… charm.” Onion admitted and you laughed a bit.

— “You have your own charm, Onion. You’re supportive and you care for me, even if it’s not direct. You always make sure I take breaks, help me stay on task, praise me for my work… it means a lot. So? Does this mean you’ll be my boyfriend?” You asked with a small smile. He couldn’t help it, giving a genuine, soft smile as he looked at you.

— “Yes. I’d gladly be your boyfriend. Thank you for telling me directly. I thought I’d be better at picking up on the signs.” Onion mentioned, admiring you as he fully processed that wow. It was mutual this whole time. You chose him— admired him in the same way he did with you.

— “Awe, you should smile more! It’s cute.” You said in a lighthearted, teasing tone. Onion felt his face flush slightly and shook his head.

— “Hey! Enough of that. Ten minutes is up. Focus on your work.” He insisted and your laughter died down, slowly getting back into your work. He stared at you for a moment, unable to keep a smile off of his face as he soon went back to his own work. He could hardly focus, but for once, maybe that was a good thing. Something he could fully welcome.

— After all, even before you were his, he always had the biggest soft spot for you.

JUNE —

— June awoke the next morning and logged into the server, wishing a bright good morning to you, a small smile on her face as she did. She still felt a little bittersweet doing so. How long would she be able to do this? How long could she live in the bliss of not having to worry? How long until you had a partner and she had to finally accept that you wouldn’t be hers?

— When you responded with a brief greeting, along with a request to call, she felt her heart drop. You insisted it was urgent. Was she already too late? Was it already time for her to accept reality and move on? She was scared— but she couldn’t be a bad friend and be unsupportive. That’d only leave you questioning why and then you’d figure it out. She’d risk losing you completely if that happened, so she took a deep breath and nodded to herself. She could do this! She glanced at your icon, alone in the voice channel before finally joining.

— “Hey! What’s up, (y/n)? What happened?” She asked curiosity, but fear brewed in the pit of her stomach, worried as to what it could possibly be. You fidgeted a bit, glancing at her every so often before sighing and looking at her.

— “I was typing up a paragraph last night to tell you something, but then I decided that I wanted to just. Tell you over call instead. It would be easier if I did it this way, y’know? But… seeing you now makes me nervous.” You admitted with a soft smile and she couldn’t help but return it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she could see you this happy. Even if she wasn’t the one causing it, even if it hurt— it would be worth it.

— “You can tell me anything! I’m here for you!” June chided. It was still bitter for her— still painful and upsetting, but how could she be anything but supportive when you looked so… happy. Adoration was present in your eyes. She could tell. She couldn’t be the reason that look vanished.

— “Thanks, Junebug. I appreciate it. Okay. Okay here goes— June. I like you. I’ve had the biggest crush on you for ages. Seeing you get so passionate when you talk— watching your cute expression when you get really into a drawing— hearing you laugh and smile when we talk— everything. I love everything about you. I wanted to ask if you’d be my girlfriend.” You expressed with a fond smile and June was taken completely aback, her heart pounding loudly in her ears and her face flushing red. She was shocked— that adoration in your expression was because of her? You loved her? You chose her despite all of her imperfections? She felt tears prick her eyes, relieved, elated— and so madly in love.

— “Yes! Yes of course! I’d love to— I had no idea you felt the same, (y/n). I’m so happy. I never thought you’d like me.” June rambled for a bit, laughing and smiling, questioning how she’d missed that entirely. You liked her. She was yours and you were hers— and the sound of the phrase your girlfriend paired with her name was a symphony to her ears.

— “I thought I was being obvious, but I’m really happy that you feel the same. I’m shocked you hadn’t realized it. I always showered you in compliments— paid special attention to you… everyone else in the server picked up on it pretty quickly.” You admitted and June gave a soft expression.

— “Maybe I’m just better at dissecting fictional romance. Not so much when it comes to the real thing. But that’s okay! I’m glad you confessed. I’m glad things worked out.” June insisted with a smile. From there, you both talked a lot more. Questions of when you two would be able to meet, what you’d do— everything.

— And June was so happy. She felt lucky that you chose her and even if she felt a little undeserving, you were there to remind her.

— She deserved the absolute best. And you planned to be just that and more for her.

[chxwrites]

Could I ask enemy to lovers? With Carlos pls!

Angst to fluff! Maybe a huge fight btw them but them making up after! Pls!

pairing: Carlos madrigal x reader (i don’t think gender is implied except for one Novia.)

genre: angst to fluff. argument that ends well

masterlist

tags @dai-tsukki-desu

This has been sitting in my inbox for.. over a month. my apologies, Thank you for the first request Anon hope this was to your liking. (not beta read because i can’t reread my stuff without cringing.

You were pissed off. Today wasn’t your day, you kept knocking into things, dropping things into unreachable places and it started raining while you were out, taking the clothes back inside the house. There were wayyyy more unfortunate events that happened today but none of them pissed you off more than the hijo de puta in front of you.

He sat on a ledge next to you as you prepared the birthday card for Camilo’s birthday. This was your third time redoing it, all because dearest Carlos Madrigal had ruined your second card that was almost finished. You were beyond pissed and done at this point. For god’s sake, it was like the only thing he knew how to do was annoy you and press your buttons, making you pissed off. You gritted your teeth as he played music loudly from his radio. Out of all places in Encanto, he had to sit here and bring his estupido radio, playing some random broadcast with static. He wasn’t even paying attention to it, judging from how he was mindlessly looking at the sky, legs crossed over each other and bouncing in an irritating way. Everything he did, his attitude, his personality pissed you off to no ends and you had no patience at all today.

“Can you turn that down?” You had enough, finally speaking up after half an hour of this. He hummed and looked your way, lazily opening an eye to glance at you and stretched. He took his time and finally, finally stood up and walk to his dumb radio and held it.

Only to turn it to max volume. You almost dropped your pen and ruined the THIRD card you had done. The obnoxious, ear-splitting sound of the broadcast narrator was echoing in your ears, causing you a huge migraine. He grinned, shooting you a cunning smile and resumed to his previous position. You closed your eyes and sharply inhaled, dropping the pen on the floor as you stood up, done with his bullshit.

He was being an asshole today. not like he wasn’t an asshole everyday to everyone but specifically you. He was so intolerable, his voice so irritating and all his actions testing your patience everyday. It seemed like he existed just to make your life harder. Honestly, he enjoyed your suffering and misery so much for no reason. It’s not like you’ve been rude or in any way curt towards him at first, you’ve been way too nice now that you look back. You’ve tried befriending him, gifting him things only to watch him drop and step on it like it was worthless. You’ve even gone as far to apologising, for what? you didn’t know but maybe you’ve done something to piss him off who knows. he slapped your hand away and sneered at your proposal of a truce to merely exist together. Dios míos, even though you weren’t an optimistic person per say, you didn’t expect him to be this bad.

You stood in front of him, shadow covering him as he didn’t even bother to look at you.

“Can you stop being an asshole and either leave or turn it down?” You asked him, anger evident. You wanted to slap him for that arrogant look on his face, like he looked down on you. He still had that stupid grin on his face as he answered

“What are you going to do about it.”

You dug your nails into your palm. “What if i broke your stupid radio.”

He only smirked wider at that, “You wont. As if you have the guts to do so, Y/n. I’d love to see you try though” He sat up, looking back at you with amusement evident in his tone.

He thinks this is a game doesn’t he? He thinks this is so funny. You pondered. Screw it.

You grabbed his radio and hesitated, Carlos looked at you, eyebrows furrowed as he waited. You exhaled and slammed it harshly against the floor, hearing the radio hit the floor with a harsh sound. it spluttered once, twice and it’s broadcast distorted before going completely silent. There were a few seconds of silence as you watched the now broken radio in front of you on the floor and the air was so thick as you both waited for the other to react.

“What the fuck.” Carlos breathed out, abruptly standing up and pushing you away from the radio and grabbed your arm, holding your arm tightly and you suppressed a wince.

“You deserved it” You muttered, feeling a bit bad. But he did this to himself. You scoffed, glaring back at his face that was in close proximity with yours. Both of you said nothing as your faces were a few centimetres apart. You unhelpfully noted he had freckles over his cheeks and a beauty mark. His eyes were really.. nice actually.

“Okay” He said in an unusually soft voice. “Then you deserve this too” He let go of your arm that formed a red dull mark due to his tight grip and grabbed the long forgotten card. He shredded it,taking out his frustration by ripping all your hard work to bits and pieces.

“What the f-“ You grabbed his collar, making him turn to you as you grabbed the now torn, formerly beautiful card but now pieces of paper from his hand. He chuckled, smile widening as he watched you grit your teeth, hand trembling while grabbing his collar tightly. He tugged his hand, making you let go of the bit of paper and he tossed it haphazardly behind him, in a careless manner.

“It was for Camilo you pendejo!”

His lips curled into a cruel smirk again as he looked down at you, eyes humourless. “Camilo this, Camilo that. Cállate already. Do you have a crush on him or something, always clinging and sticking to him like some sort of disgusting simp. I’m only doing you a favour at this point, cariño” He grabbed your hand from his collar and pushed you against a ledge. Your knees bucked uncontrollably against the ledge and you sat down as he placed his arms on both sides of you.

“I’m not a selfish hijo de puta like you, Carlos. I actually care about people especially friends which you don’t have because of how much of an asshole you are.” You spat out the words at him with venom.

His eyes narrowed. “Why should I care about anyone if they’re all.. worthless. Were you suggesting I should give a shit about you? That’s really cute cariño.” He grinned, putting a hand against your cheek and brushed his thumb against your face, caressing you with his rough fingers.

You smacked his hand away, making him even more amused. “Don’t cariño me, pendejo. Why are you targeting me when I’ve done nothing but be nice to you.”

He leaned away, not trapping you to the ledge anymore. “Then stop pissing me off Cariño” He emphasised cariño just to mess with you.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, “Piss you off? Ive stayed out of your way every single day. You’re the one who should stop pissing me off.” Your eyes teared up slightly, livid that he accused you.

His eyes lit up and he bit his tongue. He always liked seeing you tear up out of anger or hurt. It was so.. captivating to him. Something about the way your face flushing and eyes looking so.. beautiful when you cried had him wanting more. It was addictive. And he was so addicted he didn’t know what to do. He could hear his heartbeat pounding harshly, blood pumping through him quickly.

He grabbed your chin, pulling you close again.

“What are you going to do then cariño” He whispered against your ears. His voice wasn’t as annoying anymore somehow. You held your breath as he pressed against you.

“Are you going to cry and whine to Camilo about how I’m being an asshole to you again?” he chuckled.

You opened your mouth to speak,

“Shut up” he cut you off. Gripping your jaw tighter.

“Carlos-“

“Dios míos, shut up.”

You grimaced. “You’re just pissed off you’re not loved by your family.”

His eyes darkened, his fingernails dug into your skin. You grinned, not giving a damn about the consequences or what he’s going to do anymore. He looked you straight in the eyes.

“I said, shut up.” His face was so close to yours now, just a breadth apart. both of you were glaring at each other, bodies pressed against each other on the ledge as neither of you stepped down. Maybe it was the high summer heat in the middle of the day but you felt like you were burning. You reached out an arm and pressed against his chest, hands curling into a fist and bunching up his shirt as you pulled him closer.

“Make me”

The words snapped him out of his trance, he smashed his lips against yours, fervently and passionately kissing you. He roughly pressed his lips against yours, making you freeze, staring at his closed eyes as he kissed you. You closed your own and to your horror, kissed him back. Your hand slowly crept up, wrapping around his shoulders and scraping down his back. His hand left your jaw and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him and letting him kiss you even harder.

You made a strangled, small whine against his lips. You didn’t know what to do except kiss him back. Your nails continued to dig against his back making him bite back a grunt of his own. He parted from your wet lips, eyes half lidded as he stares at your almost drunk state, eyes glazed over and lips wet from his kiss. You looked even more stunning than he could ever imagine.

“Carlos..” You stuttered.

“What’s wrong Cariño, cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, kissing you again, this time only gently pressing his lips against yours for a brief moment that left you wanting more.

“no but you did” You muttered, suddenly aware you were in public. “Wait does this mean you like me”

He rolled his eyes. “No shit. Do I need to kiss you again to prove a point cariño.”

“What happened to hating me” You teased.

He sighed, “you’re not letting go of that aren’t you. Just say if you’ll be my novia or this is a one time thing and we go back to mutually hating each other”

You snorted, letting out an indignant laugh. “I kissed you back, idiota what do you think.”

He smiled, leaning in as he kissed you again.

“So.. you weren’t in love with Camilo after all..?”

You groaned and whacked him on the head.

[scuttling]

Sweet Evening Breeze

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 5,042 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Naïve reader, Innocence kink, Oral sex, Unprotected sex, Previous bad sexual experience Summary: Being Jack Hotchner’s babysitter is a pretty great job. He’s an angel, most of the time, and his dad is so sweet and thoughtful, really takes care of you. Really takes care of you... *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Jack, buddy, time for breakfast,” you call down the hall for the third time. “We’ll play Legos later.” He shouts something nearly incomprehensible back, and you sigh as you stretch up, trying to reach the jam he likes on the top shelf of the cupboard.

Most of the time, the fact that Jack’s dad, Aaron, is very tall gives you butterflies in your stomach, but sometimes it’s just an inconvenience—like when he puts groceries up so high you don’t have a chance of reaching them.

“Dad did not say you could skip breakfast, and it’s not okay to lie. Little monster,” you mutter, and you can feel Aaron’s breath on the back of your neck when he chuckles softly. Whoops. You didn’t even know he was standing there. “I say that with full affection.”

He reaches around you to take down the jam, resting a hand on your lower back, probably for support. The bit of skin exposed by your stretching tingles at the touch.

“Of course, and so do I. Often.” You turn to face him, give him a grateful smile, and take the jar of jam.

“Thank you. Ugh, aren’t you miserable in that?” you ask, gesturing to his usual business suit. As Jack’s babysitter, you see Aaron in a suit almost every day—another thing that gives you butterflies—but you’re in the middle of a heatwave, and it’s 97 degrees in your little suburb of DC, which means it’s probably more like 115 downtown. That’s too hot to do anything, but especially in a suit and tie.

“It’s cool in here, but yes, I’ll probably be miserable the second I step foot outside.” You spread peanut butter on one English muffin and jam on another, laughing softly when a thought comes to you.

“Too bad you don’t have as much flexibility with your dress code as I do.”

At the start of this heatwave last week, you’d asked Aaron—after much nervous deliberation—if you could wear shorts and tank tops around the house instead of your usual jeans and a t-shirt or sweater. Your so-called uniform was self-imposed, because he’d told you from the start you could dress however you were comfortable, but you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. You weren’t trying to show off your body, or tempt or tease, or anything like that; you were just extremely hot, especially playing outside with Jack.

He had agreed, of course, that you should dress for the weather, and that shorts and tank tops were fine. He also reminded you that you could use the pool whenever you wanted, whether he was home or not, and just thinking about taking a dip later is enough to make you sigh in relief.

“I don’t think anyone would be interested in seeing me in an outfit like that,” he jokes—sometimes people can’t tell when he’s joking, because he’s so dry, but you’re familiar with his humor by now—and you laugh again. It earns you a smile.

“I think it’s more important that you’re comfortable than what people think when they see you in something, but it would probably be a little distracting.” You’ve seen him in his swim trunks on more than one occasion, most recently with no shirt to accompany them, and you can attest to being very distracted that day. You were supposed to be keeping an eye on Jack, and you did, would never put him in danger, but your eyes had also been following the drops of water that dripped from Aaron’s hair, down his throat, over his chest…

You had been hot for more than one reason that day, and your butterflies moved a little bit lower.

You shake your head of those thoughts quickly, glance around you to see that Jack is still not in the kitchen. You sigh, and put the peanut butter muffin on a paper napkin, hand it to Aaron.

“I’m going to go get him, but have a good day, okay? Try to stay cool; maybe you can take a swim tonight when it’s not so hot.”

“Good idea. Maybe you can join me if you’re still here.” That was sweet of him to offer. You smile at his kindness, brush a hand over your head. You wish your hair wasn’t all over the place, clinging to the sweat on your neck, your temples, but humidity is not your friend. He doesn't seem to mind.

“Thanks, maybe I will.” He gathers his things to head out, and you steel yourself and head to Jack’s room, scoop him up, giggling, into your arms, and plop him down for breakfast.

The two of you spend the day inside, because even swimming is a nightmare when the sun is beating down the way it is. You play with Legos, watch a movie, do some coloring pages, and play learning games on his iPad.

At around three, Aaron texts you, lets you know he won’t be home tonight because of a case, and you mentally plan out a small, easy dinner for you and Jack, then a little more playtime, then bed for Jack and a swim for you after.

You tuck him in, turn on his nightlight, and close the door behind you, then head to your room to change into your bathing suit.

You usually wear a purple one piece with shorts over it, something you can play with Jack in without worrying about anything falling out, so you’re surprised to find a pale blue, floral print bikini on your bed—a very tiny bikini—with a sticky note on the tag.

Went shopping for Jack and this made me think of you. I hope you like it. - Aaron

The first two things to pop into your head are, it was so sweet of him to think of you while out shopping, and you’re really glad he’s not here to see you in it, because it only half-covers all the things it’s supposed to cover. You double check the tag, but it’s the right size, so it must just be the intended design. Your cheeks flush hot, but it also makes you feel good, to be wearing so little. Kind of wrong, but good in a way you can’t explain.

You grab a couple of beach towels and step out into the slightly cooler night air, sigh at the feel of it on so much of your skin. You lay out your towels on the lounge chair by the edge of the pool—maybe you’ll lay there and read or play on your phone after your swim—and then step into the pool.

The water is still so warm, and the contrast between it and the breeze that blows across the surface has goosebumps breaking out across your skin. You dip your head under the water, let your hair fall loose and luxuriously wet after being twisted up all day long, and when you open your eyes Aaron is standing at the edge of the pool; you gasp, startled by his sudden appearance, and then laugh lightly.

“Oh my god, you scared me. I thought you weren’t going to be home tonight?” You swim closer to the edge so you can see him better, and he crouches down to your level. He’s taken off his jacket and tie, loosened the collar of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves; your heart races a little at his proximity, and all the dark hair you’re presented with.

“Change of plans, we weren’t needed after all. I texted you, but I see your phone is over there; I’m sorry I scared you.” He looks you over, something calculating in his gaze, and then smiles softly. “You’re wearing the swimsuit I bought you. Do you like it?”

You can feel yourself flush, because you hadn’t anticipated him being home to see you in it, but there’s nothing you can do about that now.

“Yes, I like it. It’s pretty. Thank you.” He must be able to sense your apprehension, because he tilts his head curiously.

“If you don’t like it, you can tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings. Don’t be shy.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I love it. That was so sweet of you.” You reach out a hand to rest on his arm, don’t want him to feel like you aren’t grateful. “It’s just a little… revealing.” He makes a soft noise of contemplation, reaches out to brush his fingers over your shoulder, over the strap.

“I was a little worried about that. Why don’t you get out of there and let me see? I can let you know if I think it’s too much.” You appreciate that he’d do that for you, and you respect his opinion, but you feel really exposed in it—and you’re not sure why that makes you feel so uncomfortable and so good at the same time.

Sure, he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life, but there’s no way he’d ever look at you as anything other than the sitter. You’re just too… innocent.

All the same, you nod your head and lift yourself up out of the pool; Aaron moves back, helps you up, and guides you over to the lounge chair. He sits, and you stand.

From there, he looks slowly over your body; he lingers over your breasts, your hips, then asks you to turn so he can see the back. You swallow, self-conscious under his gaze.

“Have you ever been this undressed in front of a man?” he asks, his voice low, and your breath hitches. “I can tell you’re nervous, that’s all.”

“Um. Once,” you say, flushing. He hums, brushes a hand down the length of your arm, and you feel a chill. You turn back to face him, and he pats the lounge chair, encouraging you to sit next to him. You sit, cross legged, facing him, nervous, but… also not; it’s hard to explain.

“Were you completely naked?” The way he asks it is so casual, but being naked isn’t casual for you; you can barely bring yourself to think about being naked, let alone talk about it. With your employer.

But something about the way he asks it makes you want to answer, at the same time, and there’s almost no one you trust more than Aaron. He’s always been so good to you.

“No. I left something on.” It had been a bra, gray with a pink bow in the middle. You were more comfortable keeping it on, and your ex-boyfriend hadn’t cared. He hadn’t cared about much, it turns out.

“Was it during sex?” The way the word sounds coming out of his mouth makes you anxious, and excited; you can’t believe you’re having this conversation, and you also don’t want it to end.

“Yes, during... sex.” He nods, brings a hand to your cheek and brushes your wet hair back, tucks it behind your ear. Your heart is beating so fast you’re surprised the world around you is still so calm, quiet. Intimate.

“How many times have you had sex, sweet girl?” You close your eyes, embarrassed. You don’t want him to know how innocent you really are, not when he’s so much older and more experienced. He’ll laugh.

Then again, this is Aaron, and he’s only ever made you feel cared about and safe before. So maybe he won’t?

“Um. One time.”

“Just one time? That’s surprising to me; you’re so beautiful.” You shiver, maybe from being wet with the breeze on your skin, or maybe because he brushes his fingers over your lips, or maybe because he called you beautiful. No one’s ever called you beautiful. “Did it feel good?”

You’d wanted it to feel good; it did, for maybe a minute, and you think about that minute all the time, especially when you… when you slip your hand into your panties at night in your bed, thinking about Aaron’s broad shoulders, his thick forearms, his hands, his mouth...

“Kind of. And then no.” His hand freezes and he frowns. His voice is abruptly less low, more serious. There’s a wrinkle between his eyebrows you want to reach out and touch.

“Did he hurt you?” It had hurt, but you know he hadn’t meant for it to hurt. He wasn’t mean. He was just so eager to finish that once he started, he’d stopped caring if you were feeling good, so focused on his own body. You figured that’s just how guys are, and it made you never want to do it again—so you didn’t.

“Not on purpose,” is what you say. He covers your hand with his, big and warm and careful. You’ve always felt so comforted by his touch, and tonight is no exception.

“What happened?”

“It started quickly and ended quickly. I don’t think I was… prepared.” You’re blushing, hoping he understands your indirect statement so you don’t have to say it out loud. He rubs his thumb soothingly over the back of your hand, reaches up with the other to touch your flushed cheek.

“You weren’t wet?” You exhale, a little shaky, tell him no. “Are you wet now, sweetheart?” You’re almost ashamed to say, but he is asking...

“Very.” It’s just a whisper, but it makes him smile a little, touch your mouth again. You could get used to that.

“Good girl. Can I feel?” That gives you pause, for a moment, but thinking of him touching you where you’ve imagined for months—it’s too good of a prospect to pass up, no matter how nervous you are. You nod, and he moves his hand inside your swimsuit bottoms, brushes over your core, slips between your lips easily. He never takes his eyes off of yours. “It would feel really good to have sex now. Do you want to try again? You’re always taking such good care of us; I want to take care of you.”

You bite your lip, and he leans in slowly, presses his mouth to yours for a gentle kiss. You make a soft noise of pleasure, tilt your hips so you’re sliding over his hand, and he groans—it’s honestly one of the best sounds you’ve ever heard in your life. It means he wants you… never in a million years would you have guessed that.

“I want to try,” you breathe, and you feel bold, so you kiss him this time. He pulls you close, deepens the kiss, adds tongue, and you moan at the feel, clinging to his shirt. “Aaron.”

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” he says, voice low, and he moves his fingers up to the part of you that makes you shake with desperate need, rubs tight circles so you’re panting, chest heaving; you nod quickly and he picks you up, hand still moving inside your swimsuit, carries you to the sliding glass door and pushes it open with his elbow.

You assume you’ll head straight for the bedroom, but he stops in the kitchen, sets you on the counter and kisses you again, a little harder than you’ve experienced before; you love it, try your best to match the way his mouth moves, and his fingers press hard against your aching bud, making you gasp with pleasure.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” he asks, a little breathless himself, and you smooth your fingers through his hair.

“Um. I think so. From touching myself like this.” He moves his fingers faster, and you press your palm against the counter for support, move your hips against his hand. It feels so good, so much better than when you do it that you could cry.

“Has someone else ever given you an orgasm?” You use the fingers in his hair to bring him to you for a kiss, something you both moan softly into.

“No. I want-I want you to be the first,” you murmur, and he closes his eyes, exhales through his nose, and lifts you up again, this time carrying you to his bedroom and setting you on your feet by the bed. He looks down at you with eyes so dark and gorgeous, then asks if he can remove what little clothing you have on. You tell him yes, and he pushes down the bottoms, which you step carefully out of.

When his hands move to the top, you hesitate, always self-conscious about this; he leans in and presses delicious kisses to your neck, your shoulders, slides the straps down, and looks up at you with caring, gentle eyes. You nod, and he pulls your top off, too, leaving you completely naked in front of someone for the first time in your life.

It’s such a rush, you wish he hadn’t waited so long to initiate this.

“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he says, and with the way he‘s looking at you, you actually believe it. He takes your face in his hands, kisses your lips, then moves down your throat again, your chest—he pays your nipples a bit of attention, flicking his tongue, scraping his teeth, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “So perfect.”

He puts his hands all over your body, sweeping over your arms, your waist, and he presses kisses to your stomach, your hips, your thighs. You want his mouth where his fingers were, but you don’t ask; it’s almost like he knows anyway, when he looks up at you from his knees.

“Has anyone ever tasted you?” You shake your head, and he puts his hands on your butt, squeezes softly, and guides you to lay back on the bed. “I want you to tell me how it feels, okay?”

Normally, you’re quiet out of necessity, because when you aren’t here you have an apartment you share with a roommate—even though most of the time, you sleep here whether you’re strictly required to or not. You’re quiet here too, because you’ve never wanted Aaron to know how he makes you feel, although now you’re really wishing you’d have found out sooner that he feels the same way. Imagine all the cool, quiet nights you could have spent on this bed, in his arms…

Shaking yourself out of the fantasy—because reality is literally happening, and it’s so much better—you nod, and he carefully spreads your thighs, leans in to tease his tongue along your slit, light and wet.

“Oh. Aaron.” He looks up, reaches a hand forward to twine your fingers together, and you squeeze them, moaning when he dips again, this time pressing his tongue inside you where you’re wettest. “Oh my-oh my god.” He leans in to press damp kisses to your lower belly.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I want you to come on my tongue—come on my tongue, don’t be shy.” Again, he slides it inside, brings his free hand up to rub you, and it’s not long before you do as he asks, shaking and tightening your grip on his hand. You’re almost embarrassed by how loud you are, but he is nothing but sweet when he comes up, whispers in your ear how well you did for him, how pleased he is to be the first to make you moan like that, to taste you.

He kisses your mouth so you can taste yourself, and groans when you reach for his head, hold him closer.

“Thank you,” you murmur, shaky, when the kiss breaks, and he rubs over your lips with his thumb like he did before, smiles softly.

“You don’t have to thank me, sweet girl. I told you I wanted to take care of you; I’m just so glad you let me.” You move your hands to the front of his shirt and rest them there, hoping he’ll take the hint, but he just gets a glimmer in his eye that makes the butterflies flutter low despite your very recent release. “Don’t be shy. Tell me what you want.” You flush, don’t know how to ask a man—especially a man like Aaron—to get naked for you. “Oh, there’s that blush. My sweet, innocent girl. You haven’t even been properly fucked, of course you don’t know how to ask for what you want. But I’ll teach you.”

He sits up, hovering over your body, gets his fingers on the buttons of his shirt and starts to slip them free. He has to unzip his pants to untuck it, and the sight and sound of that makes you whimper—you immediately tense, feel shame at being so vocal, but he just leans in to kiss you, soft and slow.

“You can’t wait for me to be naked too, can you? You want to see what a man looks like, feel what a man feels like. Don’t you?”

“Yes.” It comes out roughly, almost too low for even you to hear; you clear your throat and try again. “Yes, Aaron.” It earns you a slightly harder kiss, and he climbs off the bed to undress the rest of the way; your eyes are drawn to his erection as soon as it’s exposed, and he looks at you with nothing less than lust in his eyes. It makes you shiver and want to open your legs for him again.

“You’re staring. Have you touched a cock before—stroked it with your hand?”

“No. Can I?” you ask, sitting up against the pillows, and he nods, moves next to you, and takes your hand. You’re intimidated by the size of him, all the more so when he wraps your fingers around it, covers them with his, and strokes.

“Feels so good, baby,” he rumbles, slinging his free hand around your hip and holding you close to his body. He is so… just good looking, so different from your ex-boyfriend, from guys your age, and you look up at his face while you touch him, hoping to bring him even half as much pleasure as he brought you. Your eyes flick back down, though, after a short time, transfixed by the wet head disappearing into your fist. “Hmm. Good girl. Do you want to try putting your mouth on it?”

God, do you want to try that. You want to know what it tastes like, feels like on your tongue; you nod, scoot back a little so you can bend over him, and he puts his hands on your head, slowly guides your open mouth to hover over him.

“Careful with your teeth, and keep me nice and wet, okay? We'll go slowly.” He pushes your hair back from your face so he can see you better, which is sweet, and you nod, close your lips around him, let him show you how he wants you to do it.

He feels so big in your mouth, and you remember to be careful, to be wet, like he said. He’s not making you take him deeply, just a couple of inches, and when you’re not so nervous it feels really good, the weight of him against your tongue, his gentle hands teaching you what to do. It makes you feel useful, learning how he likes to be pleasured, and you enjoy finding ways to make yourself useful to Aaron.

“Perfect, perfect. Just like that—you’re doing great, sweetheart.” You hum around him, pleased that it feels good for him, and you’re stricken with the urge to feel him spilling into your mouth, but he groans and offers something even more intriguing. “Would you like to come sit in my lap? I want to press into your warm, tight, sweet pussy; I promise it will feel good, not like last time.” You make another noise, something eager, and he pulls you off and gets his hands on your waist, brings you up to rest against his thighs.

“Will it hurt?” you ask, just in case. You hadn’t thought to ask that last time. “You’re big; what if it doesn’t fit?” You look up at him, and warm, tender eyes peer into yours.

“It won’t hurt, and it will fit, I promise. We’ll make it fit. Lean up.” You stretch up a little, press your hands to his shoulders, and he rubs his hands soothingly over your body, kisses your chest, and then dips a finger inside you; you grip him tightly, moan, hold still while he moves it in and out, then adds another. “How does that feel? Don’t be shy.”

“Feels-feels good,” you breathe, and he pumps them together which feels so incredible, so new. He brings his free hand to your butt and squeezes softly.

“Good girl. I’m adding another. You’re so wet, it shouldn’t be a problem, but tell me if it’s uncomfortable.” The third finger makes you feel like you’re full up, a little snug, but you know you’ll need to get used to it if you want him inside; you breathe, will yourself to only feel the good, remind yourself that this isn’t like last time. Aaron is being so good to you; he won’t stop being good to you.

“Aaron.” It’s a gasp, a plea, a question, and he answers it by pulling his fingers out, putting his hands on your hips, and lining his cock up at your entrance, lowering you slowly onto it. You pant, moan as it slides in; it feels tight to you, and you’re so incredibly full, but his hands feel like safety and you’re not worried. He’s always taken care of you; he wouldn’t hurt you.

“You’re perfect, you’re doing so good. You feel so good.” He squeezes you, stretches up to brush his lips over yours. “We’re going to make you come again; I’ll give you the best night of your life, I promise.”

“Of course you will. This is already the best night of my life,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he kisses you harder; you can feel his hands tighten, and it doesn’t hurt, only makes you want more, rougher. You feel filthy for wanting that, but it’s Aaron, and you want any and everything he wants to give; you also want him to take anything he wants to take.

He moves your body up and down, a show of strength that makes you moan, just a string of desperate sounds you’re a little embarrassed of; he appreciates the noises you make, though, if the way he grips you is any indication, his eyes determined as he makes you bounce on his cock.

“Oh, yes baby, just like that. How does it feel, sweet girl?”

“Mmh, good, so good, so good,” you sigh, your butt making contact with his firm thighs each time he brings you down on him. “Feels so good to be… to have it inside me.”

Aaron hums, frowns just slightly.

“Tell me what it is, baby. Your innocent little mouth can be dirty for me, this once. What feels good? What’s inside you?” His voice is a little tense, like maybe he wants to finish, but he doesn't change a thing, doesn’t hurt you so he can get there faster. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, curl fingers into his hair.

“Your… It’s your cock, Aaron. Your cock feels so good inside me.” You’ve thought the word, never said it aloud, but it makes him groan deeply, so you vow to say it again at some point just to savor that reaction.

“Yes it does, yes it does. Feels so good inside your perfect pussy, my perfect, sweet girl.” His hands move you faster, and you want to help now that you know this is how he likes it; when the two of you work together, it’s quicker thrusts, harder thrusts, your breasts bouncing along with the rest of your body and making you feel filthy, indecent. Amazing.

You lean in for a kiss, and Aaron turns it into something deep and decadent, delicious; you pass moans back and forth, holding tightly to him, the both of you breaking a sweat even in the cool air. You’re so close, so close to the ultimate pleasure you felt with his head between your legs, and you can hear your moans change, eager, needy things.

“Aaron please. Please.” You take his face in your hands, look into his eyes, bounce on him and kiss him and plead for release against his lips, and he holds you so tightly and climaxes, spilling inside you and pumping up into you, breathless.

“Oh, good girl, you did that. You made me come, baby. Not so innocent anymore, are you?” You shake your head—you don’t feel innocent anymore, you feel good, you want more, want to chase the feelings you’ve felt tonight, including the one still building inside you. “Now let’s get you off. I want to feel it.” He digs his fingers into your hips, so hard you think it might bruise, but in your heightened state of arousal it just feels good; you keep moving until your orgasm takes control of you, makes you grip his hair hard in your fingers and slam yourself down on him.

“Yes, yes, mmm.” He brings a hand to your face, softly catches your jaw, and guides you to make eye contact while you ride him through it until you are both spent, sinking against the bed. He sweeps his hands over your body, kisses you softly, and you melt at his touch. “That was so incredible. Thank you.”

“I told you, you don’t have to thank me. I wanted to take care of you; been wanting that for some time,” he admits easily, touching your cheek. “I’m just glad I could give you a good experience after the bad one.”

“Good doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Your voice is light, low, because saying things like this, talking about sex, is still so new to you. “I love being here for you, helping you with Jack, and anything else you need. Do you think you’ll want or need me like this again?”

“Oh, I don’t see how I could do without, if it’s something you want. Although I may have to return that swimsuit. It is pretty indecent,” he says with a somewhat guilty smile.

You figured as much, and for the first time tonight you feel very confident when you say, “No, I think I’d like to keep it.”

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