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First Kiss (Race 12)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (2.3k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {NXJDXJWDJXDWJCFJWDC}

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Lance had practically begged his dad to book the same hotel as Renault, eager to be the first to wish the Spaniard a happy birthday.

"Nando"

"Lancito"

"Hi Nandooooo"

"Is everything alright, mi sol?"

"What room are you in?"

"532, why?"

":)"

"Ok, niño"

"Watch it el viejo"

Lance smiled, checking the time and seeing it was 23:47, he was practically jumping up and down he was so excited for the Spaniards birthday

As soon as he saw there was a few minutes until midnight he shoved his phone in his pocket a sped to the fifth floor, desperately searching for the room the world champion was in.

He felt jittery, hands shaking as he reached the door, knocking cautiously

"Si?" The Spaniard called out, confused when he got no response. He got up from his bed, heading to the door to unlock it and peek out, yawning as he did so "Who is i-"

"FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS" Lance shouted, barging into the mans room

"God, Lancito, I was so scared" Fernando sighed, smiling at the excited teenager in his hotel room "Thank you"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AM I THE FIRST ONE TO SAY IT?" He grabbed the Spaniards shoulders, shaking him back and fourth until he got a response, a simple nod, his smile widened, practically all his teeth showing through his wide grin

"No ones every cared this much about my birthday, Lancito"

"I care!" He jumped up and down slightly, hair shaking all over the place as he spoke, feeling like he was going to explode "I don't have a present- I had no idea what to get you, seriously it was so hard i cried and gave up."

Fernando shook his head, laughing at the boys confession "Is okay, Lancito, this is enough" He reassured him, pulling him into another hug, eyelids heavy as he found himself leaning comfortably in the taller boys arms

"Sleepy?" Lance asked, cocking his head to the side "I already made sure I was the first so I can leave so you can sleep now"

Fernando hummed, laying his head in the crook of the boys neck, his tight grip on the Canadian saying more than enough

"Okay then, I'll stay if you love me that much"

He scoffed, sitting up to shoot Lance a glare "Yeah, yeah, maybe I do want you to go back now"

"Oh, come on!" He frowned, moving his hands together as if he was praying "I came alllll this way" He dragged out his words, knowing Fernando knew they were staying in the same hotel again, Lances room just a few floors away.

"Well, since you traveled this far..." He furrowed his brows, seeming deep in thought before he spoke again "Take your shoes off" Lance did then he was pulled onto the bed, Fernando still keeping a tight grip on the rookie as he pulled up the duvet

"Thank you, birthday boy" Lance muttered, being surrounded by the warmth of the other was quick to make him tired.

"You're welcome, mi sol" Fernando whispered, his fingers twirling the Canadians hair between his pointer and thumb, this was nice, nothing like the first time they'd fallen asleep together when Lance was drunk. They'd gotten closer, it wasn't weird for two coworkers to sleep like this together, it was just two guys as close as possible, ones head on the others chest, the other absentmindedly inhaling his scent as they drifted off to sleep, possibly the best start to a race week ever.

When Fernando woke up it took him a second to register what the weight on his chest was, smiling once he realized who it was.

He turned his head to the side, scanning the boys face as his chest rose and fell. Lps curved slightly with his hair a total mess, Fernando thought he looked gorgeous. He was finally coming to terms with it, Giancarlos' words resonating with him as he admitted to himself that he really did have feelings for the Racing Point driver.

Lance woke up shortly after, whining as he stretched, moving one hand to rub his eyes, the other trapped under Fernando. As his eyes opened he remembered where he was and what day it was "Happy birthday, Nando" He spoke, still slightly groggy.

"Thank you, Lancito" Fernando whispered a response, having to resist the urge to kiss the boys forehead, the position they were in was so intimate to the Spaniard, his heart rate quickening, Lance closing his eyes as he listened.

Fernando had to wake up Lance again, realizing they only had 15 minutes to get dressed and to the paddock

"I'm fast, Nando, jus lemme sleep more" He mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around the Spaniard

"No, Lancito, we need to go" He hummed, sitting up with the boy "We are going to get in trouble if we don't hurry."

Somehow it worked and now they were walking onto the paddock together, Lance more energized than the last time he woke up late

"I'm so excited!" He smiled, wrapping his arm around Fernandos shoulders as they walked "Quali on your birthday, how do you feel?"

"Birthdays are cursed, Lancito, is no good being excited, always ends bad"

"Oh" Lance frowned, feeling bad for being so excited when Fernando was concerned about his performance

"But," He started, seeing how Lance's demeanor changed "All my other birthdays I didn't have my lucky charm" Fernando added, arm snaking around the Canadians waist, earning a smile out of him

Maybe Fernando was right, birthdays were cursed. Lance qualified 11th which was fine but when he heard Fernando qualified 7th he was shocked seeing as it was the worst he'd done all season.

As soon as he pulled back into the pits he headed to the Renault garage, the engineers now used to his presence.

"He's in his drivers room" One informed the boy, pointing him to the back of the garage "I'm sure he wouldn't mind you going back there

Lance nodded, shooting him a quick thank you as he made his way to the room, knocking on the door with his middle finger "Nando?"

The door opened seconds later, a weak smile on Fernandos face as he saw the rookie

"Hola, Nando"

"Lancito, Hola, do you see what I meant now?" He laughed, stepping back to invite the driver in pink into the room

"I do, I'm sorry, Nando" He frowned, hoping Fernando wasn't going to let this ruin his day

"Is okay, Lancito, sick of thinking about it" Fernando hummed, grabbing his phone from the couch behind him and turning back to Lance "Hungry?"

"Yeah, lemme treat you, Nando" He said, grabbing the Spaniards hand and pulling him out of the room, engineers trying not to stare at the smiley pair

Lance and Nico got to the paddock together, Nico talking about all the things he was gonna force Lance to do with him after the race since they were in Germany

"Then after the castle we could go to the Marienplatz and then-"

"You know theres only 24 hours in a day, right Nico?"

"I'll make it work" He rolled his eyes, patting Lance on the back "Just don't spend all afternoon with your boyfriend"

"Boyfriend?' Lance echoed, almost laughing at the word

"Fernando, it's kinda obvious, Bubu"

"I'm not gay, Nico."

"You aren't?"

"I'm not"

"We'll see about that"

Lance laughed, figuring Nico was joking but the German was dead serious, he knew a gay guy when he saw one (his twink gaydar is very strong) {because he is one}

Lance grabbed his phone quickly, sending Fernando a good luck message before hopping in his car, having not had any time before the race. He pulled onto the grid and found his spot, fingers drumming on his steeringwheel as he waited for the lights to go off, cars finally flying through the track.

They did a formation lap, settling back into their spots now that they'd had a chance to warm the tyres, lights ahead turning on one by one before shutting off, Lance pressing hard on the throttle as he shot forward.

On lap 59 he was in 7th place, Barrichello not far ahead of him. He was confident he could catch up to him if he pushed harder so he did, pushing through turn 8 until his wheel rim failed, sending the rookie spinning through the track and into the grass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" He repeated, holding his helmet in his hands as he groaned

"Are you okay, Lance?" Brad asked, waiting patiently for the Canadians response. All he got was a mhm as the boy left the car, slipping his helmet off as the others finished the last 8 laps of the race.

He found his way back to the garage and back to Nico, who had retired before the race had even started after he spun and crashed into the barriers in the warm up lap.

"Some race, huh, Bubu?"

"Yeah, buncha cars on the track" He said sarcastically as only 12 had managed to finish, Fernando ending up in 5th.

"Fernado, Fernando Alonso! How do you feel about another P5 finish?!" He was asked, being bombarded with microphones as he walked

"I do not mind, am too far in the lead of the championship to be worried."

"Do you feel like your friendship with rookie Lance Stroll is contributing to your bad luck recently?"

"What kind of fucking question is that?" He scoffed, tone changing drastically in a matter of seconds

"Is that a yes?"

"Fuck off" He shook his head, not believing what the journalist was suggesting as he sped off, muttering coño under his breath as he did so

Lance and the world champion ended up sitting to the side of the garages, Lance kicking his feet as he sat on top of a bunch of plastic boxes, Fernando standing in front of him

"I could've finished right behind you, y'know"

"I do, I was asking about you as we raced, I made my engineer update me every time you overtook someone"

"Are you that obsessed with me?"

"I am" Fernando admitted, Lance laughing at yet another dead serious comment.

Once they ran out of things to talk about fron todays race they changed the topic, talking more about themselves.

"Y'know some pinche pendejo asked if you were bringing me bad luck?"

"Do you not feel like i am?"

"Of course not, you are my good luck charm, just had a bad week, is all"

Lance smiled, nodding as Fernando spoke "Good, I don't think I could give you up because of a little bad luck

"I'd rather lose races than lose you, mi sol" Fernando laughed, leaning on the wall behind him

"You're too sweet, Nando, I'm blushing" He turned away, waving his hand at the Spaniard

They kept talking, unsure how the conversation took a turn to romance

"Have you ever kissed someone, Lancito?"

Lance cringed at the question, wondering if his lack of experience was evident

"I'll take that as a no"

"I'm not sure what you mean, I've kissed so many girls" He said sarcastically, resituating himself on the stack he was using as a seat

"No boys?"

"No one" Lance laughed, looking back at Fernando before continuing "I have no idea how to kiss, all I know is how to race"

"I could teach you" Fernando spoke, the atmosphere changing drastically at the four words, Lance unable to hide the pink flush of his cheeks

"You want to kiss me?"

"If you'd let me."

"Why do you want to kiss me?" His brows furrowed, leaning back slightly as he awaited a response

"You didn't give me a birthday present, you aren't in any position to deny me of this" He frowned jokingly, not expecting Lance to nod and lean forward

"Then kiss me before i change my mind" And with that Fernandos lips were on his, hands on either side of the boys face as he followed along, copying whatever the shorter man was doing

As the kiss continued he moved his hands down his sides, squeezing as he reached the boys waist, pulling their cores together as he listened to Lance's heavy breathing, smile on his face as soon as their lips parted

"I didn't realize how hard it would be to breathe" Lance laughed, covering his face in order to hide how red he was.

"It'll get easier with practice, niño"

Lance moved his hands, pushing Fernando softly as he heard the word "You can't call me that after you just kissed me, weirdo!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't joke anymore, mi sol." The Spaniard laughed, hands settling back on his hips as he moved closer "You're good at kissing for someone who's never done it before"

"I was just copying you" He muttered, nervous with how close their faces were, his eyes being the ones to linger to the mans lips this time

"If you want to kiss me again you can" Fernando whispered, smiling at the immediate feeling of the Canadians lips on his. It was nice, this, the reality of Fernando being the first to be close to him like this, the first lips to ever be on his.

They stayed there for a while, a flustered Lance refusing to look Fernando in the eyes until they headed back to their hotel.

Fernando kissed the corner of the boys mouth in the elevator before they parted ways, both going back to their seperate hotel rooms, Fernando practically exploding with excitement on his way back as Lance's mind began to fill with guilt, his beliefs turning such a sweet moment bitter now that he was left alone with them.

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nightxpining · 10 months

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Plans and confessions, part 2

Day 7/7 - Confessions

Bonus Reigen reaction I couldn't fit in to the main piece :^)

#serireiweek2023 #serirei #mp100 fanart #mp100 #serizawa katsuya #reigen arakata #serizawa x reigen #mob psycho 100 #night draws #AND WE'RE DONE #I would like to thank the mods for serirei week for putting this all together #its been an absolute BLAST #I hope this flows smoothly lol #Ended up being super rushed for this prompt because today wouldve been the last day i had to work on it for the next few weeks :C #maybe when i have time ill work on the additional panels i had in mind but for now! Thank you and goodnight

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callmearcturus · 1 year

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The long and short of it

There are legitimate criticisms to be made at Rusty Quill for their managerial handling of their resources and staff

Don't assign malice to actions of incompetence

The article writer is less interested in sharing objective information and more interested in shit stirring, and anyone who doesn't see that genuinely really needs to learn about critical reading of journalism

There is a reason they couldn't get this published anywhere, y'all. It's a hit piece.

#and we're done #tma

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nameforthemain · 2 years

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#and we're done #the meme though 😭😭#alligator loki #croki #infinity comics #alligator loki infinity comic #alligator loki series

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the-ominous-owl · 1 year

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the sentient halo au, she is complete

The Halo doesn’t like the warehouse.

It’s the first thing Ava notices as she follows Bea inside, still reeling slightly from their moment against the jeep, from the intensity, then sudden lack thereof. Bea still hasn’t looked at her, and her brief, loaded exchange with Michael had ignited an ache in Ava’s chest that Ava doesn’t know how to deal with. She wants, desperately, to catch Bea’s arm, to drag her back outside, to make the kind of dangerous promises Ava has no way to keep, promises like I’ll never leave you or Everything’s going to be okay.

But she can’t, because the Halo doesn’t like the warehouse. It’s buzzing nervously under Ava’s skin to urge her forward, so instead of hooking her arm around Bea’s waist and dragging her away, Ava just follows her inside, adjusting her pace until they’re walking side-by-side and trying to ignore the way the Halo had started shivering against her spine the moment she’d crossed the threshold and hasn’t stopped yet.

Inside, the warehouse is sparse but not empty, and not unoccupied. Stacks of wooden pallets and ancient, rusting shipping containers serve as perches and leaning posts for just under a dozen people, all of whom are masking varying levels of anxiety under a thin veneer of affected insouciance. They perk up when Michael enters, but their enthusiasm visibly dims when they catch sight of Ava and Beatrice behind him, each expression shifting to land somewhere along a spectrum of curiosity and concern.

The one standing in the centre of the space – a woman that Ava vaguely recognises from the bar – shifts to the side as Michael approaches, revealing the man behind her isn’t standing so much as hanging from his bound hands, suspended from a crane hook and looking surprisingly unbothered by it.

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#AND WE'RE DONE #if you're still reading ty i love you #this is easily the longest thing i've ever written #idk how that happened #but i hope you like it #sentient halo au #warrior nun fic #warrior nun #owly writes things

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eagerbby · 2 years

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ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ? - ᴇᴍ

pairing| virgin!Eddie Munson x Female Reader

synopsis| The year is 1999 and Eddie Munson is going crazy over his need for you, little does he know; you want him just as bad.

an| shitty synopsis oops, here's the final part to the series. I'm sorry it's taken so long to get out but I do hope you enjoy it.

warnings| 5k, mentions of a fight, shower foreplay, very brief moment of Dom!Eddie (I mean maybe if you squint), virgin!Eddie, experienced! reader, pnv sex, eddie running his mouth like always, 18+ only minors dni

part 1, part 2, part 3, masterlist

The diner is nearly empty by the end of your shift, the dinner rush tapering off into a couple regulars and a few kids waiting for the sudden sheet of rain to die down. The clock above the milkshake machine reads 8:50, ten minutes till the end of your shift, and Susan still wasn't here to cover for you.

"She's never late." You mutter to Rocky, the head cook with an armful of tattoos and propensity to smell like he took a bath in a bag of weed. It was almost comforting, actually.

"She'll be here, kiddo, you know she hates driving in the rain." He places a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in one hand, a heaping mound of buttery grits slapped into a ceramic bowl in the other.

You sigh, knowing he's right, and round the counter. The rubber soles of your white keds stick slightly to the checkered tile as you walk over to an older gentleman reading a book you'd never heard of before. He offers you a kind smile and a soft thank you as you set his food in front of him.

"Your boyfriends here." Rocky points over your shoulder as you enter back into the kitchen, adds with a laugh, "Damn, he looks like a drowned dog."

You don’t bother to correct the fact that Eddie isn’t your boyfriend, you aren’t exactly sure what he is if you were being honest, but you sure want him to be. So you just let Rocky call him as such as you take a peek out of the window that leads to the main dining area.

Sure enough Eddie walks in a second later, rivets of water dripping into a puddle at his feet as he stands there, panicked eyes searching searching searching until he spots you walking towards him, the kitchen door slamming shut behind you.

"Eddie, oh my god, you're soaked." You rush to him, completely unsure how to help him. He looks more downtrodden than you've ever seen him, sad puppy eyes and all.

"I walked here." He states simply, shuffling uncomfortably under the gaze of the few patrons in the diner.

"From The Hideout?" You ask, guiding him by his shoulder towards an empty booth near the door. He sits obediently, instantly slumping down in the seat.

"Van broke down, Gareth broke his damn finger during the set, oh and some drunk guy tried to fight me because our 'music sucks'." His hands drop after his air quotes, face drooping right along with it. His hair is drenched and tangled, stuck to his cheeks and neck, and his knuckles are red and swollen when he places them on the table top.

“Oh, Eddie..” You begin, but the ring of the door opening has your head whipping towards it. It’s Susan, looking frazzled in her yellow raincoat and muddy boots.

“It’s crazy out there.” She exclaims, soles squelching against the linoleum as she walks to the back office to clock in. Your attention quickly turns back to Eddie as he pulls at a loose thread on the apron tied around your waist.

“Hey.” You say softly, squatting down next to him, hand reaching out gently to clear his ruddy cheeks of the few wild curls stuck there. “I’m gonna go clock out and then I’ll drive you home, okay?”

“I don’t want to go home.” He says, voice low and monotone as he picks at his cuticles.

“You wanna come to my place?” You try, tilting your head in an attempt to catch his gaze. He only gives you a small nod, avoiding your eye contact, wallowing in his frustration. Eddie never was very good at expressing his feelings verbally, but he wore them clear on his face- in his body language. You squeeze his wet shoulder in what you hope is reassurance, and hurry to the back.

The rain has settled into a mist when you emerge from the back with your purse. Eddie sits in the booth just as he was when you’d left and your heart twists painfully for him.

“Let's go, baby.” You take his hand in yours and pull him delicately from the booth, hold his hand tight in yours as you walk the short distance to your car.

The ride to your house is mostly quiet aside from the soft music playing from your radio and the shallow breathing of the sad boy next to you.

“No ones home.” You offer into the quiet, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as you wait for him to say something.

“Mhm.” Is all you get from him, his eyes trained on something out the window. You wish you could hold him, to cure this sadness that ails him, but he’s more closed off than you’ve ever seen him. It leaves you unnerved, unsure of what to do or how to help him.

"We can order some pizza from that place you like so much and watch movies. I have some clothes that should fit you." You try to offer him a smile when his face turns to look at you, expression sour, eyes narrowed.

"I don't want to wear your ex's clothes." He practically hisses, lip curling over his teeth in disgust.

"W-what?" Your wide eyes take turns between the road and his dark piercing eyes. "They…they're my dad's. From when he was a teenager."

Eddie silent, shoulders slumping at your words and the way he watches your chin quiver in frustration. He was taking his shit out on you and he didn't like the way his anger left a bitter taste in his mouth and hurt in your eyes.

"Shit." He sighs, annoyed with himself for being so thoughtless. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I-I'd like that. Really."

"I'm sorry you had such a bad day, Eddie." He reaches across the center console and places a cold hand on your thigh. You can feel the chill of his skin through the thin material of your tights and it sends goosebumps erupting across your arms.

"S'not your fault, I shouldn't take it out on you." He trails off in thought as you pull into the driveway of your house. The windows are dark except for the soft orange light of your table lamp glowing through your sheer curtains. “That was really mean, I really am sorry.”

"That’s okay. Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask him, turning off the car and gripping your cluster of keys in your hand.

"Nothing to talk about." He shrugs, scraping his nail across the flaky vinyl of the seat. "Just a bad day."

Your eyes lock onto his angry red knuckles, you can only imagine how they must be throbbing in pain.

"You should ice your hand, Eddie. It looks bad."

Eddie glances down at his hand then back at you. "They don’t hurt. He swung first." He says, then- "If it makes you feel better, I only hit him once."

"Pretty hard, apparently." You chuckle.

"Wayne taught me how to throw a punch when I was nine and some punk ass kid shoved me off the slide at recess." His eyes brighten at the memory of his Uncle Wayne, standing in the yard with oven mitts over his hands, coaching a little Eddie on how to properly punch someone. Self defense purposes only, of course.

You only smile at him, happy that his mood has seemed to lift, if only a tiny bit, his lips curling into a lopsided grin as he scratches at his neck.

"Can I get a shower, you think? I feel gross. There's just something about wet clothes that gives me the heebie-jeebies." He shudders as he pulls the damp fabric of his Corroded Coffin shirt away from his chest.

“Sure. Come on.”

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Eddie has never been inside your home, not in all the months that you've been… whatever you are. You've always just come to him or hung out in the van at the lake or with his friends wherever they were. You never offered to bring him home but Eddie never took it personally, he knows that your parents are a handful, remembers how you told him you didn't want to talk to him over the phone until you had one in your room. Embarrassed by their constant arguing, their selfish, passive aggressive dinner conversations as you sat there wishing you were with Eddie instead.

But now, standing in your foyer as you lock the front door back behind you, he feels nervous. Feels like he did the very first time he talked to you on the phone, scared he'll do something to mess things up.

You take to the stairs once you're done, motioning Eddie to follow and he can't tear his eyes away from the sway of your hips. He wants to reach out, trail his hands down the curve of your ass, but his hands stay glued to his side.

He's unsure whether he should make a move or not, months of doing nothing but making out and dry humping on his bed has him desperate to bury himself deep inside you. He wants more, he does, but he's intent on waiting until you make that first move to go further- scared he'll make you feel rushed or forced. He doesn't want to pressure you so he waits.

But now, alone in this house, pacing slowly around your bedroom that smells just like you, his desire to have you is tenfold.

Eddie needs to get his shit together and now.

"Uh, shower?" He asks, fingers dancing across the intricate glass top of your jewelry box. Your desk and computer sits in the corner of the room -a black cat with white paws curled up in a ball on the desk chair- and Eddie can't help but smile at it because without that computer he would have never met you. Never loved you.

"Oh, yeah " Your eyes widen as you walk to the bathroom connected to your room, Eddie squeezes in the small bathroom behind you, listens carefully as you explain which knob turns on the hot versus the cold. The shelves in your shower are filled with products Eddie's never even heard of before and as you shut the door behind yourself, he grabs the shampoo bottle of the marble shelf and takes a slow whiff.

Sweet and floral. Eddie closes his eyes in the steamy bathroom, marinates in the heady scent that he can only relate to you, before he places the bottle back in its original spot and starts to undress.

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You sit on the edge of your bed, a grey pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt folded neatly next to you, knee bouncing anxiously as you listen to the water running trying not to imagine Eddie's naked body wet and soapy.

Fuck, all you really want is to go in there strip naked and join him, but there's this gnawing irrational thought looming over your head.

Eddie hasn't made the move yet and it's starting to drive you crazy. All the making out and heavy petting in the world couldn't satiate that deep primal need to fuck his brains out. You know he's a virgin and you're not. What if that was a problem for him? What if he just didn't want to do that with you?

No, no that can't be it. Too many times you've caught him staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Caught him adjusting himself discreetly, or what he thought was discreet, with a hot red blush across his cheeks. He got hard easily, you could brush your hand against his and he'd pop a stiffy. So why hadn't he tried to go further yet? Maybe he wasn't ready. Maybe he thought you weren't ready.

The truth is, you are beyond ready to fuck him. Your dreams have been taken over by scenarios that have you waking up in a fine coat of sweat, thighs sticking together from your slick. You need him so badly. You need him now.

Fuck it, you think as you raise from the bed, walking the short distance on tip toes to the bathroom door. You pause only momentarily before twisting it in your hand, plumes of steam cascading into the room as you slip through.

"Eddie?" You call softly, watching as his silhouette jumps behind the steamed glass, the sound of a plastic bottle clattering to the tub floor as he gasps makes you giggle.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart, scared the fuck outta me." You can see him hold his hand over his heart as you work to get your uniform off. Once you're standing there, completely naked, skin bristling with goosebumps, you take a step closer.

"Can I join you?" You ask, wrapping shaking fingers around the showers door handle.

"W-wha- uh, yeah. If you want." Eddie stutters out, his voice pitched high with a mixture of shock and nervousness that causes waves of confidence to wash over you.

He's facing away from you as you slip in behind him, his plump alabaster butt on full display. You bite your lip as you admire the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin as he crosses his hands over his cock like a shield.

"Nice ass." You giggle before sighing deeply as the hot water flows down your back, it's more of a moan if you're honest, definitely more dramatic than necessary but it has the desired effect. Eddie shivers, tries to casually look over his shoulder to catch a peek of you out of the corner of his eye, but he quickly thinks otherwise.

"Eddie, come here." You reach out to him, smooth your hand down the length of his spine. Eddie shivers again.

"Are you… are you sure?" He questions nervously.

"Come here, baby." You do the work for him, hand guiding his shoulder till he's turned completely, eyes wide as he takes in your wet naked body for the very first time.

The blush that spreads itself deeper across his face and down his neck to his chest makes you smile. His dark eyes roam the expanse of your body, taking a mental picture just in case he ruins this and never has the chance to see your beautiful body again.

"You're, fuck, sweetheart. You're so beautiful." His voice is strained as you grab his wrist and pull him to you till you can loop your arms around his neck. That's when he finally removes his hands from his crotch, winding them around your back.

Hugging you is easy. Holding you has always felt so natural, like you were meant to reside in the safety of his embrace.

"That's better." You say, burying your hands in his wet hair as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Your wet bodies press together under the hot stream of the shower head, a silence over coming you both as you just hold each other for a moment.

The intimacy of the moment makes you warm from head to toe. You can feel it in your bone marrow. Feel the heavy pound of your heart in your fingertips. The moment fades out when his heavy cock twitches against your thigh. It makes you gasp, makes your pussy flood.

"I'm sorry," Eddie mutters, arms still tightly wrapped around you like he refuses to let you slip away. "You got him all excited."

You laugh at this, head thrown back as it bubbles from your lips. Eddie smiles down at you, eyes glossy and bright.

"What?" He asks, his own voice choked by a chuckle.

"I love you, you know that right?"

His face morphes as his brain processes your words, eyes searching your own face as if he's looking for the truth that's hidden there.

"You do?" Is what he asks after a second, hands tightening their grip on your hips.

"Of course I do, Eddie."

Eddie's breath hitches in his throat as he leans in to place his lips against yours in a kiss so slow and sweet it instantly turns your brain to mush. Your body slackens but it doesn't matter when Eddie's there to keep you steady, to keep you safely wedged between his body and the cold shower wall as he kisses you breathless.

When he finally pulls away the smile etched into his face is contagious.

"I wanna fuck you. Shit, sweetheart. I'm not good at this shit. I don't know what I'm doing." He says rather shamefully, buries his face into your neck. He sucks the hot flesh there into his mouth, soothes the painful bite of his teeth with gentle kitten licks.

"Fuck, Eddie." You sigh, back arching when he finds that spot under your ear that has you mewling, hand flying to grip his thick hair at the roots. You shove the hand not tugging at his hair down your front, fingers circling the thick length of his cock when they find it. You give him a heavy squeeze at the base, slowly jerking your hand down to his tip.

Eddie moans loudly, sounding like a whore as he pants against your neck, completely forgetting what he was doing as you quicken your pace on his cock, jerking him faster as his hips begin to rut against your movements.

"Ssshit," he hisses through bared teeth. "Oh, that feels… fuck I'm gonna come if you don't stop, sugar."

“I want you to cum, Eddie.” You whisper, voice choked by pure lust. You love the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks, the way his brow pinches in the middle when you grab him firmly at his base.

“Please.” He whines, shaking his head. His mouth opens to say something else but only a hoarse moan escapes.

“Do you want something else, Eddie?” You seek, hand blindly cupping his balls, rolling them gently against your palm. Eddie falls against you, presses your body flush against the ice cold shower wall as he nods fervently.

He’s too lost in pleasure to use words, his bottom lip bitten hard between his teeth.

“Do you wanna be inside me, Eddie?” You ask, kissing across his cheek as his head falls forward, forehead falling with a dull thud on the wall.

“God yes, please, baby, please. I’ve wanted it for so long. Been waitin’ on you to let me know it was okay.” He places a chastise kiss on your shoulder before you’re dragging his head back to look at his prurient eyes.

“Jesus, Eddie.” You groan with a dry chuckle. “We really suck at this, ya know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve been waiting on you to make a move and you’ve been waiting on me and we’ve just been dancing around each other like we both don’t want to fuck each other senseless.” Your bluntness has Eddie’s burnt umber eyes widening in surprise before they narrow and simmer deep with something that makes your thighs clench.

“You want me to make a move, baby?” He asks, his voice now deep and husky.

You only nod, fascinated by his sudden change in demeanor. He seems to tower over you as he straightens up, cocks his head to the side with a wolfish grin. He looks you up and down like a predator would his prey; sizing you up as you shiver in front of him feeling naked and exposed on a level more than physical.

Suddenly his hands are on your hips and he’s spinning you around as your feet slip against the slick tub floor. He pins your body to the wall, his arm is wrapped tight around your waist while his other hand grips your neck. He uses his body to trap you against the wall, your palms splayed flat against it, and his fingers tighten their hold on the column of your neck as he feels your thick swallow.

“I’ll make the fucking move.” He whispers, grinding his hard cock against your ass, calloused hand palming the soft mounds of your breast. His fingers tug roughly against your budded nipple as your breathing quickens. “You want this big dick inside you, sweetheart?”

You’re fucking floored, cheek smushed against the wet shower wall, knees knocking together with every sharp dig of his cock against your ass. Eddie was a dirty flirt, definitely a bit of a perv, but he was soft and considerate. It took forever just to get him to touch you, kiss you, and now he has you pinned against your shower wall like a sex god, whispering filthy words into your ear as he uses you to rut against.

“Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. Wanna watch you cum, w-wanna fill you up and watch it drip out your sweet little pussy.” His voice is ragged, breath shaky.

“You gonna fuck me, Eddie, or you gonna keep talking?” He grunts deep at this and you just know if you look back at him his lips would be pulled into a pout.

“I’m getting there.” He murmurs, his body leaves yours right after, body suddenly cold with the loss of his warmth. The now cold water is shut off and you turn just in time to watch him grab the towel off the hook. “Not in here though. I don’t want to slip and die as I lose my virginity.” He drapes your fluffy towel around your shoulders before using the one you’d brought him to tie around his waist.

Quietly he leads you out the small bathroom into your warm bedroom. His hands shake as he helps you dry off, his cheeks rosy, eyes flitting around aimlessly like he's too afraid to stare at your naked body too long. He seems to have lost whatever fire flowed through him in the shower, back to your sweet Eddie who nearly trips on his towel as he crawls on top of you.

“We can stop.” You assure him, thumb stroking his cheek, but Eddie rigorously shakes his head.

“No, absolutely not. I’ve dreamed about this, I’m not losing my nerve, I promise.” He’s nearly frantic as he leans down to suck a purple splotch on your tit, licking over it with his tongue before moving to your other breast to do the same. You sigh under him, gripping tight at the hair on the base of his neck.

“This isn’t a limited time offer, big boy.” You say, cupping his cheeks to pull him back up, he whines as your nipple leaves his mouth with a wet pop. “Do you hear me?”

“I want to.” He says after a second, his big wet eyes wandering the features of your face. “Wanna make you mine.”

You chuckle sweetly kissing him once, soft and chastise, nothing more than a simple peak on his lips. Still, his eyes flutter close, dark lashes dancing across his ivory skin. “I am yours, Eddie.”

“Do you remember when we used to talk on AOL all the time?” Eddie nods at this, kisses your thumb when it swipes over his bottom lip. “You called me baby that one time and… and all I could think about was how much I wanted to be yours. Your baby. Your girl.”

“Me too.” He says, but then his brows furrow and he adds, “Shit, I mean, I wanna call you mine. So you’re mine now, okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

“Do you have a condom?”

You shake your head, smiling up at him when his head falls forward and he groans.

“Don’t need one, I’m on the pill.”

“I-I don’t know if I can pull out in time.”

“Mmm, then don’t.” You catch his lips in a hot kiss, guiding his head as he moans into your mouth. He’s submissive to your kiss, his little streak of dominance long forgotten, completely captured in his excitement when you press your tongue against his, force his hips down with your hand splayed across his ass.

“G-god. What’d I do to deserve you? Fucking beautiful girl. Gonna cum all over my fucking cock, baby?” He’s rambling, a clear sign of the anxiety coursing through his veins, and you can feel his heart kicking against the cage of his ribs.

“Shut up, Eddie.” You giggle, digging your teeth in that spot right under the curve of his jaw that had him cumming in his pants the first time you’d found it. He keens against you, cock thrusting through your wet folds as he whines pathetically.

“Don’t *do that, you know what it does to me?” He whines, eyes falling to where the head of his cock nudges the swollen nub of your clit.

“You ready, pretty boy?” You ask him, waiting till he meets your gaze before grasping his hard cock in your hand. You jerk him off slowly as you wait for his response. It comes after a few good strokes, when he inhales a shuddering breath and nods weakly. You line him up at your entrance, try to conceal your wince when his thick head pushes in.

“O-oh fuck.”

“God, Eddie, you’re so thick.”

The ache runs like a current straight down to your bones, your body shivers at every touch of his shy hands -even now, buried deep inside you he has the audacity to be shy- at every hushed whimper he’s trying to withhold from you.

Eddie stills inside you, buried to the hilt, his dark pubic hair tickling against your sensitive clit, as he looks down at you with this deeply vulnerable look in his eyes. His innocence, his inexperience, and his nervousness about not being good enough betraying him with just one look.

“What…” He pauses, shuffling his hands next to either side of your head. “What can I do to make this good for you?”

“Eddie, you’re already doing so good for me.” Your body clenches around him for good measure, assuring him with more than just words, and Eddie moans deeply in his chest. “Do what feels good for you, okay?”

“I’m gonna cum like super fast. Can feel it now, fuck, everytime you talk your pussy squeezes me so good.”

You giggle at him and shake your head and poor Eddie’s elbows buckle as you squeeze down on him harder.

“That’s okay, baby. You have all night.” You pull his face down, palms pushing his cheeks until his lips pucker like a fish. “We can do it again and again.”

“Fuck, okay.” His words are slurred, cheeks dimpling as he smiles through his puckered pout. “I’m gonna move now.”

His pace is slow at start, pulling out all the way to the tip just to slowly plunge back in as deep as his big cock can go, until he finds a rhythm that suits him. His thrusts are sloppy but you don’t mind because he’s angled his hips *just right and everytime he bottoms out he rubs against that soft spongey part inside you that makes you see stars.

“I-is this okay?” He’s panting as he asks, eyes shut so tight it looks like he's in pain, but his moans and whines tell you otherwise. “Fuck, you feel so good. Do you, do you feel good?”

“Shit, Eddie. You��re doing so good. Fucking me so good baby. Here,” You blindly search for his hand and place it between your bodies. You guide his thumb to your clit, starting to rub quick circles on it before your hand falls away and your back arches. He takes over once your hand leaves his. “Just like that, yes, good boy.”

The praise seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming harder, more frantic, as he mouths at your neck.

“Say it- Say it again. Please.” Your stomach is knotted with heat, that rubber band of pleasure pulled so taunt inside you you feel it could snap at any moment. You’re so close, right on the edge of a precipice you so badly want to hurdle over.

“You’re such a good boy, Eddie. So good f-for me. My good boy. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”

Poor Eddie, he collapses into you, chanting on a long drawn out moan.

“I’m cumming, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His full body shakes as he cums and you hold him as he fucks himself through it, chest heaving and lungs burning. Your orgasm has vanished, forgotten for the moment, but your entire body feels like a live wire. Electricity snapping and crackling in your tummy at the excitement of making him cum that hard. You can feel his seed leaking out around his softening cock that's still throbbing inside your gummy walls.

“Did so good, Eddie.” You praise him, pushing his damp bangs away from his forehead. His head is resting gently on your chest, his eyes closed, a blissed out smile on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, baby, so fucking good.”

“You didn’t cum.” His smile falls as he lifts his head up.

“No, but I was so close.” You smile at him, your chest blooming with your love for him. His cheeks are all pink, skin flushed and clammy with the sweat that still beads down from his hairline, but he’s never looked more pretty.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no baby. Don’t be, please. You can try again later.” You wink at him and he rolls his eyes, placing his head back down in its home between your tits.

“Can we get noodles?” He asks sometime after as he basks in his no-longer-a-virgin- status and you play with his hair.

“Chinese?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He’s bounding up from the bed faster than you expect, the mattress bouncing from the sudden movement. He snatches the sweatpants from the floor where they'd fallen sometime in the middle of it all and pulls them on. “I think my favorite place delivers here.”

You sit and watch him dial the number he apparently knows by heart, biting your lips to hide the smile threatening to split your face. When he catches you staring he wrinkles his brow, phone held to his face as the line rings.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just love you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you. And noodles. And after we eat we’re gonna play a game of how many times can I make you cum with my mouth- Oh hey, yeah, uh, order for delivery.”

You laugh at the deepness of his blush, the way his face screws up when he realizes the poor bastard who answered the phone undoubtedly heard everything he’d just said, and you just lay there in your bed naked as the day you were born watching this guy, this stranger you’d met on the internet, order dinner for the two of you.

But he wasn’t a stranger anymore, he was Eddie -your Eddie- who you’d stare at across the classroom back when you were just a nameless face in a sea of people. You don’t care that he hadn’t noticed you then, because he sees you now and you know he loves you.

When the food arrives you grab a heaping armful of blankets and climb onto your trampoline. You eat and talk and smoke some good ass weed he got from his friend Jonathan under the stars just like you wanted to all those days ago when he was just a boy on a phone. A face in a yearbook.

Now, though, he was yours and you were his and after your tummies are full and you’re high enough that your body feels weightless, you hold his hand tight in yours as you pull him up to your room determined to take him up on his offer.

#and we're done #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #virgin!eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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Part 27: Apprehend Law

Dinner and a Murder: A Mr. Prince Mystery Masterpost

“Just on time,” Sanji says as he nods towards the door, “You ready?”

Law gives him a wry smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “I suppose there’s no point in me trying to resist, is there?”

“I am sorry,” he says as he puts his cigarette out in the nearby ashtray, “I know your circumstances were tough, but you have friends you could have asked for help. There was no reason for anyone to die.”

“I know,” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them again, he stares at Sanji with a new resolve, “My actions have consequences. The least I can do for both Nami and Ace is face them.”

He steps forward and follows Sanji out the door.

Zoro follows after them, he’s unsurprised and delighted to see.

“You don’t have to-” Sanji starts, but Zoro quickly cuts him off.

“I know,” he says, an almost shy grin on his face as he grabs his hand, “But we did this together. We should end it together.”

Sanji flushes at the contact and the words, but holds his hand tight as they all step outside.

He’s not shocked to find Zeff here, since the old man has a habit of sticking his nose into Sanji’s business, and immediately turns to him, “Geezer.”

“Eggplant,” Zeff greets with a stern look as he puffs on his cigar, “What do you have for me this time?”

He eyes his and Zoro’s joined hands, but doesn’t comment. Sanji squeezes Zoro’s hand, and likewise doesn’t explain.

Instead Sanji’s eyes dart to Law, as he thinks about how best to explain to the old man exactly what happened tonight. The more he thinks it over, the more he realizes that punishing Law won’t be enough to truly bring justice for Ace and Nami.

There was someone else pulling the strings behind everything, someone who has been alluding justice this whole time.

But maybe, with the events that played out this evening, with Law’s help, with all the evidence they’d gathered, they can finally do something about him.

“It’s a bit of a doozy this time,” Sanji admits, “But if we play our cards right, we should be able to take down a dangerous scumbag known as Blackbeard.”

Law and Zoro both turn to look at him, faces stunned. He gives Zoro’s hand a squeeze, and hopes the look he gives him is enough for him to trust him. It must be, because Zoro squeezes back and nods for him to continue.

“Blackbeard?” That has Zeff raising a curious brow, “Been after him for ages. What happened?”

“There was a double murder here tonight,” Sanji explains to Zeff, “The first victim, a young man named Ace, was killed by his friend Nami, who also happened to be working as Blackbeard’s bookkeeper. Blackbeard has had a vendetta against Ace for a while, so it’s no wonder he got angry when he found out. However, Nami’s work with Blackbeard was coerced. She wanted out, but in order to do that, she had to take advantage of some of her other friends.” He nods to Law, “Like Law.”

“So you killed this Nami, I bet,” Zeff concludes with a sigh.

“Yes, sir,” Law admits, regret clear in his voice.

“But Blackbeard was the real villain tonight,” Sanji continues, “Everyone here is a victim of his terror. With all the evidence we’ve gathered tonight and Law and the other guests’ cooperation and testimony, I’m sure we can finally put him behind bars.”

“It’ll be tough, Blackbeard’s not one to go quietly,” He chews on the end of his cigar for a bit as he mulls it over, then gives Sanji a slow, easy smirk, “But damn if you don’t make me want to try. Alright kid, I’m game. What have you got?”

The court cases surrounding what the media quickly dubs as the Great Blackbeard Conspiracy are, unsurprisingly, long and complicated.

But in the end, after Usopp, Zoro, and Law give detailed testimony about the years and events leading up to Ace and Nami’s murder, after Nami’s sister gives a heart wrenching account of just what Blackbeard put her sister through that has half the jury in tears, after Luffy give detailed testimony about the years and events leading up to Ace’s accident and murder, after Sanji’s meticulous and thorough account of his and Luffy’s entire investigation, both that night and beyond, Blackbeard and his cohorts are found guilty on all counts.

“I’ll be seeing you real soon, Mr. Prince,” Blackbeard laughs, his smile wide, but his eyes are full of malice as he’s taken away, “I’ve got a long memory, and thanks to you, plenty of time.”

Sanji sighs as he watches him go, just thankful that there’s one less terror out there in the world.

When it’s all said and done, he finds Zoro waiting for him.

The affection and attraction he’d felt for Zoro that first night hadn’t faded with the lengthy trials. If anything, with Zoro being the sure, sturdy rock they’d all needed to lean on throughout the whole thing, it had grown.

But he hadn’t done anything about it, hadn’t said anything to Zoro. He’d been so focused on the case and taking down Blackbeard, he didn’t want any distractions, or for Blackbeard to use Zoro against him, or worse, to devote anything less than his full attention to Zoro.

Zoro deserves nothing less than everything Sanji can give him, after all.

He knows it won’t be easy, he knows his job will get in the way more than not, but through whatever else life throws at him, he knows he wants Zoro there by his side, helping and supporting him in the way only he can.

“Mosshead,” Sanji says in lieu of a proper greeting.

Zoro turns to look at him, that brilliant smile of his on his face, “Curly.”

“It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugs as he turns completely, “You’ve been busy.”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“Oh?” He tilts his head, “What?”

Sanji’s heart races as he swallows any lingering doubts. He takes one more step forward, putting himself right in Zoro’s space, grabs his hand, and says, “I love you.”

Zoro blinks at him, and his smile grows even wider somehow as he laughs, “Damn, beat me to the punch.”

It’s Sanji’s turn to be surprised, “What?”

Zoro shakes his head as he rubs a gentle thumb across his knuckles, “I love you too, Sanji. I’ve wanted to tell you ever since the night we met. I just didn’t want to distract you from what you had to do here.”

“We’re done now,” Sanji’s heart is soaring in his chest as he steps even closer, “You can tell me now.”

“Then I will.”

He brings his hands to his lips and kisses his knuckles, “I love you, Sanji. I love the way you solve mysteries, I love the way you throw yourself into everything you do. I love how your hair glows in the sunlight, I love your smile, your face. I love everything about you.

“So what do you say?” Zoro leans in close, his lips hovering tantalizingly above Sanji’s, “Will you be mine?”

Sanji answers by closing that miniscule distance between them, claiming Zoro’s lips, and Zoro’s love, and Zoro as his own.

“Yes,” he says when they pull apart, “I’ll be yours, as long as you’ll be mine.”

“I’ll be yours forever.”

Sanji doesn’t fight the temptation to kiss him again, to hold him close as he kisses him back, too lost in everything Zoro’s offering to care about witness.

“C’mon,” Zoro says when they finally separate, tugging his hand as he guides him away, “The others want to celebrate.”

Sanji takes his hand, and they walk off to the rest of their lives together.

END

#and we're done #thanks folks its been a blast #i hope you guys had fun too #one piece #opfanfic #fanfic #sanji #sanji one piece #op sanji #zosan #sanzo #zoro/sanji #sanji/zoro #zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #choose your own adventure fic

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the-black-bulls · 2 months

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Hi there friend. Not sure how crack this pairing is but if you’re still taking them I have to ask about Langris x Finesse? It’s not everyone’s cup of tea and not discussed often, but I’m pretty unapologetic in the enjoyment I personally find in this ship (though probably in an alternate reality than the one we’re going to get in the canon). Thanks! ^^

send in ships to get these classifications

heya acadia! happy seeing you in my askbox :D

Langris/Finesse

. . .is indeed not everyone's cup of tea, but I think I do share your interest in this ship, though from my end it's purely bcuz of that one filler episode where they stalked finral lol

it makes sense, I headcanon that langris has a crush on finesee even if she's all over his brother

now in terms of compelling, this is one of the ships I don't really seek but I don't mind either, I do prefer it over finral/finesse and find it more appealing so that's a point on its favor

we've talked about them before so I'd also say, I dig your version and stories about them, you made this ship ineresting!

last one!

Vanessa/Langris

does it make sense? no 💀

does it compel me? a cracky for sure but it's a no for me, langris is gonna be six foot under if vanessa has a saying in it if we're being honest lol

#and we're done #thanks for all the asks everybody #not a quote #black clover #ask games #finesse calmerich #langris vaude #vanessa enoteca

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satellitelh · 17 days

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lewis p9 in that tractor LET'S FUCKING GO

#just a few more races #and we're DONE #mercedes amg f1 #lewis hamilton #formula 1

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tackmins · 2 months

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trace evidence covers ranked

okay last one

us/aus & nz. love the blue colour scheme love downtown charleston yes and yes 9/10 for the first one. 2/10 for the second because there was literally no mention of wolves yet. this is the prequel guys. tory hasn't even been to loggerhead. coop wasn't even born. this is maybe the one book where you can't just slap a wolf on the cover and say it works. it doesn't.

us/aus & nz. i'm going to give these both a 5/10 because this is really dull.

us/aus & nz. NOW we're talking. the robot arm is great. the other one is just the same fucking cover as the last one but in blue. 8/10 and 4/10 because i'm actively subtracting points for repeating the same cover twice

us because apparently no one else cared enough to give spike its own cover. it's fine! it's representative. the cake got spiked. i don't like the colour but i'm not taking points off for it. 7/10

us/uk. i like the us cover, although purple is kind of an odd choice, but whatever. 7.5/10

i…have so many things to say about the uk cover and none of them are positive. who the FUCK are those two supposed to be??? stop picking random white boys to portray ben. tory would not be wearing eyeliner. where are her freckles. why is her eyebrow meticulously shaped. neither of those people are virals characters. 1/10 fuck this shit for real and that font is ugly

czech (all of trace evidence). this is so funny. i don't even know why. the blurry ass pixels with the perfectly focused eyes. still eyeliner and no freckles but that girl is infinitely more toryish than the last one and this is just from looking at her eyes. i'm giving it a 7/10 on vibes alone. every cover should be this goofy.

i think what we've concluded from this experience is that if you're going to design a cover with people on it maybe you should fucking check what they look like!

#max rants about virals #trace evidence #virals #and we're done #whitewashed ben makes me so mad #there's literally no excuse for it

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cauliflowergifs · 1 year

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GACKT - Kakuzuke Check 2023 gifs part 7

#gackt #gackt gifs #jrock #vkei #kakuzuke check #new years special #and we're done #happy new year #sorry that took two months to finish

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swankyangles · 2 years

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Months and Months and months ago, I took this screen shot of this article I don't give a shit about for ONE reason, and I am making good on the goals I set for myself....

#salma hayek #mario #lol #shitpost #and we're done

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travelling-on-the-octopath · 2 years

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Okay I know I asked for dmcl author recommendations from you before lmaooo but!! Do you have any specific dmcl fics you would recommend? 👀

LORD, the trials and tribulations of trying to make this post. First I couldn't save it, then I couldn't open it, then I had to fuck with the beta--anyway. Onto our scheduled programming:

Hi okay I'm so sorry this took me so long but I wanted this to be Comprehensive(TM). I made this by searching my favourite tropes/tags and putting them through the dimiclaude relationship tag on ao3, so we're now left with a list of fics I well and truly give my stamp of approval (whatever that's worth) to. I've consumed so much Dimiclaude angst and fluff and stupidity in one go that I think i need to lay down, but all these fics are so fucking good.

AM-canon dimiclaude:

In-game:

I'm realizing, making this list, that a lot of these are just--pain. But this has a happy ending! Timeloop Dimiclaude wherein Dimitri tries and fails to save Claude at Derdriu, until he succeeds.

Post-game:

Okay so, obvious answer

I'm always honoured when @dmicld asks me to beta a fic, because their writing is fucking fantastic and I have a great time giving it a read-through, but this one had me gnawing through my couch cushions, banging my head against a wall, and then it made me want to do it all over again with another read. Peak writing, peak dimiclaude, perfection. Ouchie. Cannot recommend enough.

VW-Canon dimiclaude:

In-game:

Oh, this one :( This line fucking got me: "[Claude's] mother had told [the story] to him a long, long time ago, when he still believed that families would take on monsters for each other." Interwoven with the lyrics of one of my favourite Taylor Swift songs, Wonderland, and you have a soft, agonizing MCD dimiclaude fic that spans form Remire to post-skip with a non-linear narrative. I actually listened to the song as I read it and OW. OW. Respect to the author because I think Wonderland is the Dimiclaude song of all time. I won't be able to listen to it without think of Them(TM) and bawling my eyes out.

Can't type through my tears so have this one line from Claude's point of view about Dimitri:

“You couldn’t just have me bury you once, could you,” he says softly. “You had to come back so I could do it again.”

Post-game:

[i have decided to fill in this gap in dimiclaude fics with my own goddamn hamds, WITHOUT the Unideal Dimiclaude Trope. I couldn't find anything :/]

CF-canon dimiclaude:

In-game:

Jesus fucking--ow ow ow. I just. OOF. Claude being tenderhearted, allowing himself to love Dimitri completely, and living in the aftermath of his death on CF. The repetition the author uses is so fucking effective. A choice for straight pain.

Post-game:

These are all fics that are like: "Claude and Dimitri have lost it all. How fucked up can things become, and how fucked up can THEY get? Tune in to find out."

NSFW - I'm trying not to recommend fics from the authors I've already mentioned in my previous response to you, but I liked this one a lot because of how everything's just gone to shit; my Unideal Dimiclaude Trope is framed in such a way that I know the characters are making the most of an absolutely shit ending for themselves. Everyone is either dead or suffering heavy emotional/psychological damage--Claude is fresh of murdering everyone responsible for the war and Dimitri was tortured for who knows how long. Even then, it's not a story of complete moral bankruptcy so much as it is a story of tragedy and humanity.

NSFW - Implications of pre-skip dimiclaude is always a favourite of mine. This fic makes the most of what little the game mentions about the other countries and brings sexuality into their cultures, which I know is hit and miss for some. Again, the Unideal Trope, but it's framed as precisely that: unideal. The tension between Dimitri and Claude is a more-than-welcome addition because of how tense it should be when Dimitri is kept from Faerghus. Very good as far as the picking-apart of the dimiclaude dynamic in different settings goes, and amazing pacing.

Implications of the Unideal Trope at the end but at this point I think it's home is in the CF canon. Everything is bad, they're miserable, happiness is fleeting. They used revenge as fuel, but now they're stranded in the cold. I love to see them suffer knowing how good things could have been.

Other Canon dimiclaude

This was so :( Heroes!Dimiclaude wherein Claude just. Wants Dimitri back. They seem to have different relationships with each other pre-skip according to their own timelines, but it adds to the dynamic in my opinion.

You are NEVER gonna guess who's the sun and who's the moon here. Seriously. And honestly? Banger interpretation, the author has a ginormous brain. It's definitely the most poetic on the board here, and it's really short, but it hits all so many of the good spots for me that I think about it a lot. This Dimiclaude <3<3 They're dark, they're unhinged, they're morally reprehensible and murderous; you love to see it. At least I do.

(okay, booo, it's telling me there's a ten-link limit.) Forward, Relentlessly by straylize, wherein the routes are joined; Claude saves Dimitri from Gronder, and is the one to talk him down from marching on Enbarr with nothing but his lance and ghosts.

Fódlan-AU dimiclaude

Your blessings and your curses by ShiDreamin. Oh. My god. This fic. The prose is stunning, and if I weren't already infatuated with Claude this fic would have done me in. Set in Fódlan but with other gods, and, ah, cute misunderstandings ensue between dimiclaude. very silly, very cute, 10/10 would recommend.

Fold me in your arms, let me see the sky by ShiDreamin. I think this author might be becoming a fav of mine because this one was Good. Almyran worldbuilding, and how the Dimiclaude dynamic plays into that a little.

Non-Fódlan-AU dimiclaude

Cute earth god!Claude and wind god!Dimitri piece, called Burya by Livruka

At this point by bias for god!AUs is showing but oh well. aubade by s0ckies is so <//3 god of the moon!Dimitri and god of the sun!Claude. That's it that's all but it's short, hits home, and has all the highlights of a cute dimiclaude interaction. plus it was based off a STUNNING art piece, which really sells the vibe of the whole thing.

Sadly, I don't read a lot of longfics/WIPs often, so I have no recs that are Of Substance in terms of intricate plots and such things. I'll definitely be back with more eventually, but these are the ones I can happily shove at other people ^^"

#AND WE'RE DONE #/LORDY/#i hope at least one of these ends up being enjoyable </3 obviously the point of fanfic is different strokes for different folks #fe #fe3h #dimiclaude #s responds #fea-and-fehf-headcanons #i want. like. a certain type of dimiclaude. and i have yet to find it #which is part of why i started princes #but that's a tangent for another time

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