#I heard we were trying to trend today

[embrosegraves]

𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖

(request) Fernando Alonso x Fem!Reader As much as he loves it, Fernando is a bit confused as to why his wife is refusing to let him go anywhere.

Warnings: none. maybe some spelling errors.

Fernando is, in the words of many, a certified DILF. He’s always had the attention of women his entire career, however lately he has become more and more popular amongst teenage girls. You couldn’t blame them, of course not. If you were a teenager still, you would be the exact same. Even now, his teenage fans considered you, his wife, as “one of them”. You had fun chatting and interacting with his fans on social media because you all agreed on one crucial thing. Fernando Alonso was hot as fuck. 

One afternoon, you had been lounging on your couch and scrolling through tiktok. A lot of Fernando’s fans tended to tag you in edits they’d made of him. Clicking on the most recent tag, a video appeared of a girl who only just looked the legal age. 

“This is a message for F1’s resident MILF, Y/n Alonso.” 

She spent the next few minutes talking about different clothing trends that she thought would look nice on Fernando. One such trend was a formal suit without a shirt or vest. You privately agreed that he would look amazing, but the one that really caught your eye was the trend that went around a few years ago. Of men wearing light grey sweatpants. Of course you knew why the trend was so…big. It made you curious as to whether Fernando also had a pair of grey sweatpants. 

Getting up from the couch, you decided that you would look through the wardrobe and have a look. If he did, you were going to have to try and convince him to wear them for you. For science. You started looking through all of his clothes and were a bit disappointed when you couldn’t find any. Being so deep in your musings, you hadn’t heard Fernando come back inside from his workout in the backyard. 

“Hola, Mi Amor.” 

Fernando laughed at the shriek that left your mouth. Turning around you started scolding him for scaring you, until you realised what clothes he had changed into after he showered. 

The grey sweatpants you had been looking for. 

Fernando had apparently not noticed your brain short circuiting. Your husband wasn’t always the smartest, but at least he was pretty. He continued talking to you, completely unaware of the effect his clothes had on you. 

“I was thinking we should go and get some groceries later. Mama sent me the recipe for this bread I haven’t had since I was a child.” 

“That sounds great, Guapo,” you said, shaking out of your stupor, “but I think I’m too tired to get groceries today. We could go tomorrow if you’d like?” 

“I can always go by myself if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.” Fernando frowned a little. It was almost lunch time, how could you be tired still?  

Frantically you shook your head. Snaking your arms around his waist, you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“No, I want to go with you, tomorrow. When I won’t be as tired.” You gave a demure smile, really trying to discreetly convince him to stay home. You knew that if your reaction to seeing your husband like this — in the comfort of your own home — was this dramatic, the teenage girls on tiktok would go ballistic. You had to prevent that as much as you could. 

Which is why you knew that Fernando would bend to your every wish if you looked up at him and bat your delicate eyelashes. Just as you predicted, his hands gently rubbed the length of your body. 

He smiled at you and nuzzled his ever-growing stubble into the crook of your neck. “Okay. We’ll go tomorrow.”

“Can we lay down for now? At least until I need to make dinner.”

“We can do whatever you want, Corazón.”

Weeks later, Fernando had come home early from a race weekend. He hadn’t seen your car in the driveway so he assumed that you were either still at work (it was monday after all) or you had gone to the shops for something. The thought of being there for you to come home to, as you usually were for him, made him more giddy than he’d’ve liked to admit. 

He had quickly taken a shower, putting on his most comfortable pair of grey sweatpants, and started to prepare a nice snack and drink for you. Just as he put the last thing on the plate for you, he heard your car pull up the drive. Excited to see you after so long apart, he opened the front door and started walking towards your car. 

Still sitting in your car, you had been checking your phone when Fernando knocked on the driver's side window. Seeing him standing next to your car door, your eyes widened. You had immediately clocked onto the fact that he was wearing the sweatpants. Grabbing your things and opening the door, you got out as quickly as you possibly could. 

“Welcome home, Mi Amo—“ 

“Get inside! Quickly!” 

Fernando was confused. More confused than he had been a few weeks ago when you were too tired to go to the store with him. 

“Why the rush?” 

“No questions, just please go back inside the house!” 

Despite knowing that you lived in a relatively private area, your neighbours usually stuck to themselves, you couldn’t help but worry that someone had gotten a picture of Fernando in his grey sweatpants . 

Once you were both inside, Fernando sufficiently confused, you started to relax a little. 

“Is everything okay Amor? Why were you rushing?” 

You hummed. “Hmm? Oh, sorry I thought I’d seen some paparazzi. I was just a little worried.”

Later that same day, you were in your kitchen mixing yourself a cocktail to sip on while watching some TV. You could hear Fernando on his phone scrolling through his tiktok feed. Which would’ve been fine, if you hadn’t heard exactly what tiktok he was watching. 

Fernando didn’t often get videos about clothes on his for you page, but he felt compelled to sit through a video that came up about possible outfits for him to wear. What had really gotten his attention was that the video had been addressed to you. 

“This is a message for F1’s resident MILF, Y/n Alonso.” 

He was intrigued so he continued to watch the video. it wasn’t until the girl started explaining the Grey Sweats Trend that he finally figured out why you didn’t want him going outside. Curiously, he checked the comments to see what people thought about the trends she pointed out, only to see that you had left a comment on the video yourself.

yn.alonso 🔵 I think I'm gonna gatekeep the grey sweats 🤭 fernandoFan14 creator I can't even be mad 🫠

Shutting off his phone he walked into the kitchen to find you humming to yourself. You had been trying to pretend that you hadn’t just heard what he was watching. You tried to continue making your drink as if nothing was suspicious but you had to freeze when Fernando wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his whole body against your back. You didn’t often curse the height difference between the two of you, but with the way he was perfectly aligned with your backside, you couldn’t help it. 

“Is everything alright, Cariño?” You asked, trying your hardest to ignore the way he was pressing and practically rubbing against you. 

“I heard you were gatekeeping me from my fans.” 

“Who said that?” 

He chuckled. “You should know exactly who said it, Amor.” 

He attached his mouth to your neck and started placing slow, open kisses all the way from your shoulder to behind your ear. You knew in an instant that it was going to be a long night ahead.

My mind has been so centred on ABIN that I've basically had writer's block for anything that isn't for that series, so I apologise for how long this request has been sitting in my inbox.

otherwise, I hope you all enjoyed <3

#formula 1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #formula one #formula 1 #fernando alonso x you #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x y/n #fernando alonso #fernando alonso fic #fernando alonso imagine #fa14 x you #fa14 x reader #fa14 fic #fa14 imagine #fa14

[konigsblog]

calling tf141 + könig "babygirl" and slapping/grabbing their ass(their reactions)

masterlist

warnings: brief mention of smut; spanking with a belt, spanking,

also LMAOO the gif, i had to use it it's fits so well with this, if you have any submissions please send them in! :)

simon ghost riley

you saw it. he was inthe kitchen, wearing the tightest looking trousers you'd seen him in ever. as he bent over you reached out and slapped his ass, hard.

he froze immediately. slowly, his head turned towards yours. the look in his eyes revealed anger, "love, what was that?" he questioned, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't slightly intimidated.

"your ass looked good... what can i say?" you smirked, throwing in a playful wink before running off, just as you took off he dropped whatever he was doing and chased after you.

as you landed on your shared bed, he straddled your thighs, "seriously? slapping my ass?" the look in his eyes revealed lust, as he flipped you onto your stomach before bending you over his knee.

it's safe to say that the bruises on your ass tought you a lesson.

captain john price

you could hear him typing away on his keyboard and scratching his pen on paper, he insisted that he had a lot of emails and phone calls to be made, and that he would come out later.

little did he know that you took this time to plan, you planned your own mission. the same way he would. you would go up there and speak to him, distract him by asking; "what do you want for dinner?" or "are you thirsty, im going to go downstairs for a drink?" and whilst he was distracted you'd drop his pen onto the floor, far enough away were he'd have to get up and bend over to get it, and then you'd pounce, grab his ass. the same way he did to you last n-

you made it clear that you were coming by knocking on his door, "come in!" he announced out to you. "hey baby, i was wondering what you wanted for dinner? i can't make up my mind." a smirk grew on your face, he wasn't facing you yet though. he turned, "why don't we order a takeaway? chinese sound good?" you came closer to his desk, pretending to wipe something off his face while your other hand was throwing his pencil off the desk. "sounds good!"

it had worked, so far. you hid behind the door frame, watching as he looked for his pencil before noticing it on the floor next to his bookshelf.

just as he bent over, you grabbed his ass. something came into your mind halfway through and you decided to fake-thrust into him.

his eyes shot towards your laughing face. "the fuck was that, love?" his deep voice could send shivers down your spine but you were too busy laughing your ass off.

before you knew it he bent you over and playfully dry humped you. "hey!" you laughed out. fair play.

john soap mactavish

he was working out in your small home gym, it wasn't anything big or luxury just a spare room you both didn't know what to do with.

his muslces tensed as he lifted weights, sweat visible dripping from his forehead. you saw a trend on tiktok about slapping your partners ass and recording their reaction. you took his phone, preparing to send it to his friends for the laugh of it.

as he placed down his weights he stayed there bent over, trying to get some composure before he moved onto his next set. you quickly but quietly sped over, slapping a handful of his juicy ass. he squeaked in fear as you doubled over in laughter. running out of his room so you could send it.

he chased after you, yet not quick enough before you sent it. realizing what you did he ran over, trying to get his phone of you but you squirmed out his arms. regardless, it was too late. they all saw it and he got laughed at because of his girlishly squeal.

kyle gaz garrick

you knew he would be home late today, he was going out with his friends to drink a bit before heading back.

however little did he know what was coming for him. you heard the doors open, a sigh from kyle that sounded relieved to be back with you in your shared house.

as your were lying down you pretend to be asleep, you kept one eye open on the lookout for kyle, as then you saw him. he was humming a song, just as he looked at you, you quickly shut your eyes. he played with your hair before making his way over to your dresser, bending down to get some pajamas.

he removed his shirt leaving him shirtless. quietly you got up, his humming blocked out all noise coming from you. as he stood back up he felt a hand slap his clothed ass, he let out a high-pitched squeak and scream as he jamp backwards nearly falling on you.

"[name] what the hell?! oh my god!!" you hunched over in laughter not able to contain whatever noises came out of you. he flipped you over his shoulders throwing you onto the bed, "let's see how funny it is now, hm?" as he discarded his belt, making a loud snapping noise with it.

you still couldn't contain whatever noises came out of you, but this time they were lustful.

könig

könig was sat on the couch, watching some romcom that wss on tv, he seemed to get bored rather quickly. you knew this because you had been watching him for 15 minutes. that would sound creepy to someone who didn't know your was cheeky plan.

he rose to his feet, stretching his back. he had knocked the remote on the floor and kicked it away accidentally when he stood up. he muttered some german curse words.

you sprinted over, but because of his fast reflexes he jumped around, grabbing and pinning you to the couch. "maus, what are you running for? i didn't know it was you." he laughed, you sighed in defeat, huffing and trying to get yourself free from his embrace.

"ugh, i was gonna do this tiktok trend, noo!" you groaned out, seemingly frustrated. he always had quick reflexes from his training in the military. "yeah? what trend?" he smirked at you, laughing at your noticeably annoyed face. "basically you slap your partnes ass..." his eyes widened and you smirked, "really now?" he flipped you onto you stomach holding your hips up and pining your hands above your head. "let's see how funny this is." as he removed his belt and pulled down your pajama shorts.

it hurt to sit down for the next few days, not only from his belt.

#call of duty modern warfare #könig #cod x reader #ghost headcanon #modern warefare ii #cod x y/n #simon riley smut #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz mw2 #john price #captain john price #captain price #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #cod soap #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mactavish #soap mctavish #soap mw2 #soapghost #soap x reader #soap x you #konig modern warfare #konig headcanons #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley

[oracle-of-dream]

Submissive and huh?

Minors DNI

Summary: Your friend Taerae recently learned a new term and wants your thoughts. Explaining it might help him understand properly, but do you have the strength to tell him.

Warnings: Male Reader, Idol Taerae, Student Reader, Lewd faces/Ahegao, Mention of arousal and breeding

Wordcount: 1.2k

Math classes had been kicking your ass all semester and tutoring from the professor wasn't working out. You'd ended up being assigned a study partner. The program was meant for students struggling with the class to help each other. That's how you met Taerae. 

He didn't originally introduce himself as an idol, especially since it was an online class. No one had seen his face. But when you met up with him for the first time to study together, you instantly recognized him from TV. You hit it off over a shared hate for math and spent more time together outside class.

He'd complain about his idol life issues and you'd give him any notes from class he'd missed.

You'd just gotten home from a late-night study session at the library. As if it knew, your phone lit up with a text as you sat on your bed.

TR: Yo! Y/N, I met some fans while out with the members today!

YN: Cool. Don't you meet fans wherever you go?

TR: Well these stuck out!

YN: How?

TR: Well, I noticed them, a bunch of guys, giggling in the convenience store and pointing at me and Hao while we were shopping. I didn't want to embarrass them so I just played it cool and ignored them. But then they came up to me!

YN: Okay, some brave fans? That's it?

TR: Just wait a sec! 

TR: They came to me and told me they were fans. But more specifically, MY fans! Of course, I was happy to hear, but they were foreigners because they used a term I didn’t know.

YN: What term?

TR: Submissive and Breedable?

TR: I know what submissive means, they mean I'm not an aggressive person. That's not entirely true, but I'm submissive at times.

You looked at your phone, blinking a few times. Some "fans" dared to say that!?

TR: I can't find anything when I look it up, it's probably slang, right?

Maybe telling him that his fans want to breed him wasn't the best thing to tell your friend. He was just too wholesome for that.

YN: Yeah, it is, but it's not something cool. No one says it really, it's not the trend anymore.

TR: Really? I know trends, I'm not old, but I haven’t heard of that.

YN: See? There's no reason to worry, just fans being weird.

TR: Well, the photo they wanted was also...off.

YN: Off how?

TR: They wanted me to stick my tongue out and look up at the camera, which was super high above me. To be honest–it felt a little embarrassing to pose like that.

You shook your head trying not to imagine his cute self making lewd faces for a group of boys, but it was hard. And so were you.

YN: You should be more careful, they could use photos like that weirdly.

TR: What do you mean?

YN: Let's drop it. Subject change, what are you doing now?

TR: I'm getting ready for bed, I just got under the covers.

You looked at the clock, midnight was on its face.

YN: Oh shit, I didn't even realize. You should sleep!

TR: No, no, I'm pretty awake. Plus, it's nice talking to you. Did you want to video call while you get ready for bed?

You’d done it before, talking on video call into the night, but it was always a little like Taerae just wanted to see you.

YN: Sure, I'll call you.

You pressed the video call button on your phone. It showed your reflection as you waited, automatically you straightened your hair a little and kicked some stuff on the floor out of frame.

Taerae answered the phone with a smile, the camera close to his face.

You laughed as you set your phone on your desk, "Well hello to you too, why so close?"

"No reason, I just want to see you closely."

"Well, I can see you so closely I can count your pores," You scoffed as you went into your closet to find pajamas for the night.

"Is it weird I'm holding it so close?"

"A little, but it's no big deal. If you don't wanna show yourself then why'd you wanna video call?"

Taerae didn't answer.

"Are you still thinking about what those guys said?"

He shuffled in bed, "Mmhm."

"I promise it's nothing bad."

"Then why don't you just tell me?"

You sighed, "Okay, fine, I'll spill."

Taerae's eyes peered curiously at the camera as he waited for you to come out of your closet. You settled on wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. You returned to find Taerae's eyes filled with impatience.

You swallowed awkwardly, "You already know what the submissive part means, but the other part..."

"Breedable," Taerae reminded you.

"Yeah–It means," You struggled to find a good way to break it to him with that look in his eyes. So full of trust and purity. "It means, they wanna do it with you."

Taerae's expression dropped into surprise, "Oh, that's it? I read about that kind of stuff of fans wanting me to have sex with them. That's not so bad."

"Well, breedable means, specifically where you'd be the one getting fucked. Likely by a man. Who wants to... finish in you."

You couldn't bring yourself to look at the screen to see his expression. He'd fallen silent, thinking of a response. It felt like ten minutes passed until he broke the silence.

Taerae's voice was deep and serious, "Y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Look at the screen." You looked at the screen to see Taerae in bed, holding the camera above him to show off his shirtless torso that was mostly covered by the bed sheet except for his collarbone and neck. "Am I breedable right now?"

You felt warm in your face as you answered, "Yeah, I-I guess."

"Submissive, too?"

"Sure," You said as you looked down at your hands.

"Yes or no! Sure isn't good enough, and look at me!"

You complied, looking at him. He smiled before making a face; his eyes looking up at the camera as he stuck out his tongue and held up a peace sign with his other hand.

"Jesus, Taerae!" You looked away quickly. Your heart was in your ears, pounding as the image of sweet Taerae's lewd face was plastered behind your eyelids.

He laughed loudly. "I am, aren't I? Submissive and breedable. I take it as a compliment, they like me that much! To be honest, you look all shy... You look a little submissive too."

You moved your phone so he couldn't see you anymore.

"I was kidding! Don't hide from me!" Taerae's muffled voice shouted from the speaker of your phone. 

After you calmed down, you turned your phone back over to see him still there. Still shirtless, and holding his phone at the same seductive angle.

"You're so weird!" You yelled at Taerae, who just giggled.

"And you still like me anyway. Even with all my breedable energy."

"I'm going to hang up–"

"What!? We gotta see you do the pose too, what if you're more breedable than me, we should test how–"

You cut him off as you pressed the red dial button. You turned your phone off before he could call you again. You lay in bed, alone in the dark, thinking about Taerae's face.

And in the privacy of your home, you test if you can also feel submissive and breedable, making Taerae's new iconic look. A secret he'll never know about... As if you didn't already have a big secret.

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #male reader #kpop male idol #kpop male reader #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 taerae #kim taerae #taerae x reader #zerobaseone taerae #taerae smut

[satcrvz]

CHAPTER SIX: EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DOG

navi

"what do i wear?" you ask holding up two sweatshirts that nearly looked identical.

nobara huffs before responding, "please just pick one, they look the same babe"

"i can't! am i overthinking? i'm definitely overthinking". you decide to go with the sweatshirt you were holding in your right hand. nobara calls out to you from her room, "he's literally seen you at your worst!"

you assume that she's referring to when you first saw him, when you found out that he existed. that wasn't my worst moment i was cute for a girl in pajamas.

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you and yuuji are almost to your destination, "you know you sounded like rapunzel asking to see the lanterns when you asked me to drive you"

"oh my god shut up i did not" you say in between giggles. he makes the final turn and there you are, yuta's house.

"oh you're just going to drop me off on the curb like i'm a whore" you say while unbuckling your seatbelt.

only his left hand is on the steering wheel and his head turns very slowly to look at you, "you want me to walk you to the door like i'm dropping you off for a playdate?"

"yeah kinda," you pause to open your door and hop out "it'd be rude if you didn't stop and say hi". the minute you heard him sigh, you knew you'd won.

you greeting yuta was a blur, you can't even remember what stupid shit you did because of your nerves. all you remember was a holy shit you muttered when you saw the entry way, to call it nice was an understatement.

currently, you were sitting criss crossed on the floor with yuta to the left of you. "so wait, you have all the games?"

"yeah! you could play the resident evil 4 remake since it's still kind of trending?" he stares at you and there's a short moment of silence before he continues, "only if you want to though, you'll have the controller, not me".

you give him a reassuring smile, "yeah that's fine! beware I am going to die though". he laughs and you swear its the cutest thing you've ever heard "it's okay, i can walk you through it" shutupshutup oh my god i'm going to scream.

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"wait why are they jumping him. just make friends with them duh”

“yn, you have to fight back” the stress was very adamant in his tone. "i can't. i wasn't paying attention when they gave instructions. . ." you glance over to the chat to see a mix of yours and yuta's fans laughing at you.

he reaches over to grab the controller from your hands, but not without "accidentally" ghosting over both of your hands holding the controller.

you watched the screen and took an occasional glance at the stream. you figured you should probably figure out what buttons he's pressing, so you look down at his hands which were actually quite nice. no dirt under them, hang nails, or anything else, it almost made you forget why you looked over at them.

"there", he says while handing the controller back to you. "dude where the fuck did you go?" you'd ended up in a completely different spot from where you initially were. "hey, i put you on the right path. you ran like, too far from where you were actually supposed to be"

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"okay guys! i think that's it for today my back is starting to hurt, and i'm sick of someone criticizing me" you're staring directly at the chat while you say this.

"i wasn't criticizing! i mean i was, but it was helpful" he continues, "this is our first time hanging out and you're already trying to get rid of me"

"whatever. anyways bye guys!" you say while ending the stream. you bring both hands up and behind your head to stretch

"i'm hungry, i think i'm going to text yuuji to come get me"

"you don't have to, i can take you back and stop and get something, if thats okay with you?"

teehee... do we like?

my brain was cooking but my fingers were not. do y'all fw ihop? i might make ihop the stop.

didn’t proofread this 😭

tags: @saesofficialwife @k4romis @soy-garbage @sakyira @dreamxiing @swissy23 @shnzies @captaincyberqueen @fantasycantasy @chuyasthighs0 @mixzimi @milza12 @nahoye @spookyrule @4phskingdom @sad-darksoul @morgyyyyyy @smashingdollz @bubbles-the-ghost @lunavixia @gaychaosgremlin @jayathelostdragon

#✧; satcrvz #jjk x reader #yuta smau #jujutsu kaisen x reader #✧; show me how !

[koiiiiijiii]

Could you do some windbreaker characters with a fem gyaru s/o? I would specifically like Vinny you can chose any other character if you want :)

author note : OMG!! I searched some photos in pinterest, like inspiration for gyaru, and wooow!! i will definitely take some details into my style bc its sooo beautiful… i genuinely thought (idk why honestly) that gyaru is more like pink barbie in 80-90s style but it looks so cool i can’t!! sorry for such long reply, and we r mutuals so i feel even more ashamed :(( i tried with more characters but give up and done just these two!! hope you will like it💋🎗️

warning : pure fluff, vinny being softie and shelly cutie as always

vinny - he definitely have 0 idea about all fashion trends, styles and different subcultures aside from street racing… so he genuinely don’t give a fuck about your style, he crushing into person, not a pieces of clothes you wear, but once your dialogue went in all different direction, you explain him what your style specifically is and what inspired you to join this subculture, he take note in his head that as soon as he will earn more money he will buy you as many new clothes and other items as you wish.

it was one of your first dates, you were sitting together in some random cafe that you found on the way from the second-hand store to which you dragged Vinny to find new elements for your outfits.

“so… was it really necessary to spend solid 2 hours in that shop to find just few pair of shorts, skirts and belts?…” he began hesitantly, doubting whether it was worth bringing up the subject. do girls get angry if you ask them why spend so much time in the shops? should he change the subject of conversation? or maybe you want to discuss this trip to the store? it seemed that now Vinny’s brains would just explode, before you he had not had to communicate so long and closely with girls. when you looked up at him, it seemed to him that his heart skipped a couple of beats - your eyes literally sparkled with joy and fun.

"of course it was!! if you want to find really unique things, then there is no place better than a second-hand store! of course, you need to try to find something really worthwhile, but when you find that very thing.." you clenched your fists and squeezed your eyes shut, smiling so sweetly and swaying back and forth with impatience

"...oh right, let's go at my place today!!! i'll show you why we spent so much time there, these shorts and skirts will just go perfectly..." Vinny continued to listen as you happily chirped about your ideas of what to wear new things with, and it seems you also mentioned new places where you wanted to take photos together with him, and much more. at that moment, Vinny didn’t cared about anything as much as your smile. you were so sincere with him, you smiled so brightly, just like a little star in his hands, and he suddenly remembered that pleasant, soft and warm sensation in his chest, just like in rare moments from childhood. your touch pulled him out of his own thoughts as you gently shook his hand, looking questioningly into his eyes.

"didn't you listen to what i was saying?" you squinted suspiciously. "wh... what?.. no, i heard everything.."

laughing in response, you pulled him towards the exit of the cafe, in direction to your house. at that moment, it seemed to Vinny that there were no problems around, and he was finally felt like ordinary schoolboy. yes, you were the one who helped him still stay sane. you were his own little star.

shelly - 100% fashion intusiast so she highlighted your style immediately, and liked it!! as i mentioned before, she definitely would post tiktoks/insta stories with you, admiring how cool and beautiful her girlfriend is.

“hey, let’s go shopping together after school? how about finding some new stuff?” shelly said excitedly, coming up from behind and hugging you. it was the last day before weekends starts, so after school you could relax and go shopping in search of new things, maybe you will be lucky enough today and you will find some cool archive things from 2000s.

"oh my god, look at this!!" Shelly squealed in delight as she ran up to you. in her hands was Vivienne Westwood's archive white handbag, with silver chains as handles and with a distinctive badge. it needed a little repair, but for the price that was offered for this handbag, it was worth it!!

"Shelly is so cute, how did you find it?!" you exclaimed joyfully, picking up the bag from her hands and examining it from all sides. today it was a really cool piece, and after picking up a pair of pumpons and key chains for a bag, you headed to Shelly's house, deciding to celebrate this purchase with a sleepover at her house, her grandfather wasn’t at home, and he anyway liked when you two hang out together.

"what do you think about ordering something to eat and putting on makeup together? we can shoot something in tiktok! oh! or let's film unpacking for this baby, what do you say?" you asked her excitedly, as you remembered that Shelly always wanted to try your makeup style and clothes you usually wear. and she was so pleased that you remembered such little things that she mentioned once quite a long time ago, and they were deposited in your head. hugging you tightly around the neck and whispering a quiet thank you, Shelly took you by the arm and headed for her home, excitedly offering you ideas for posing and which sound you should choose for your tiktoks.

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣] #windbreaker #x reader #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker headcanon #webtoon #headcanon #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker #vinny hong x reader #vinny hong windbreaker #windebreaker hong yoo bin #shelly x reader #shelly scott #shelly scott x reader #shelly scott wind breaker

[hedgehog-moss]

(replying to this post)

That’s a good example of the perils of domesticating translations! It seems obvious that if you try to adapt an ongoing series by changing a main character’s hometown so it’s more local, at some point you’re going to run into problems, like a whole book where they visit their hometown, which will need an in-depth rewrite so it stays coherent.

The France-French translations of Baby-Sitters Club were still set in the US, so the characters had names that were slightly domesticated so as not to frighten French children, but not so much that it wouldn’t make sense for these girls to be American—e.g. Mary Ann became Mary-Anne vs. Anne-Marie in Québec French, and Dawn and Stacey became Carla and Lucy, which still sounds American to a French kid, but not as unconscionably American as their original names. (Part of it is finding names that won’t be difficult to pronounce—but the Famous Five kids had easily-pronounced names like Julian and Dick, and they still ended up heavily Frenchified, into François and Michel. And the books were set in Brittany in the French translations, instead of England, even though French kids could have handled reading a story that was set five metres to the left.)

I remember feeling puzzled about Nancy Drew at one point, because she’s such a household name in anglo literature and I’d never ever heard of her, so I was like, we’ve translated every other popular anglo series, why have I never seen a Nancy Drew book in a French library? And then I discovered that Alice Roy from the “Alice” book series in French was, in fact, Nancy Drew. It blew my mind—Nancy Drew is Alice!! omg, I did know her this whole time. I read somewhere that the French translation re-named her because French kids would have no idea how to pronounce “Drew” and because they would be more likely to associate “Nancy” with the French city of the same name, so it wouldn’t feel anglo enough. So, amusingly, it was a mix of domesticating and foreignising. 

One type of domestication that’s regrettably popular in children’s literature is “temporal” domestication—when you re-translate older books to modernise the language and remove references that would “confuse” today’s kids (not talking about changing aspects of the books that wouldn’t fly with today’s sensibilities, that’s another discussion.) In revised editions of the Famous Five books in the UK, “shall / shan’t” were changed to “will / won’t”, dated words like “horrid” became “horrible”, “trunks” -> “suitcases”, etc. It’s a form of domesticating translation—from 1950s English to modern English. Personally I’m not a fan of it, because in a lot of instances, “modernising” prose for children is synonymous with pruning it and dumbing it down.

In French children’s literature spatial domesticating is losing steam while this kind of temporal domesticating is on the rise—we now feel like French kids can handle reading about an English boy named Julian who lives in England, rather than making the story about François in Brittany, but apparently kids can’t handle reading about a boy who lives in the 1950s and speaks accordingly. In recent re-translations of the Famous Five books they changed the passé simple conjugations to the less complex present, and the “nous” to “on” in the kids’ dialogue among other things, to make the text less formal, more modern—and simpler. The Spanish revised editions have examples of both trends—George calls her father “Padre” in the original translation and “Papá” in the modern one (temporal domesticating—the UK reprints do the same thing, changing “Father” to “Dad”); the kids having tea was initially translated as “tomar el té”, while the new translation changed it to “merendar” (spatial domesticating—and sure, it’s a similar enough concept, but it erases cultural differences. If you’re reading about English kids you can accept that they refer to their snack time as la hora del té rather than la merienda...)

Idk, I think kids who enjoy reading can handle books about fictional children that don’t live and talk just as they do; identifying with people who are quite different from you is part of the fun of reading. I remember reading as a kid the Comtesse de Ségur children’s books which were written under Napoléon III, and the 19th century language was a delightful aspect of them—the fact that little kids my age used imperfect subjunctive in casual conversation was hilarious to me. I was saying in my previous post that domesticating your translation too much evinces a lack of respect for your reader’s ability to handle unfamiliar concepts, and I think we should try to have a little more respect for children in that regard.

#some amount of temporal domesticating can be good so you don't have a completely different experience of a text than #a person from the time period when it was written #e.g. ancient greek classics (as someone mentioned on that other post) which have often been too heavily foreignised in translation #and end up being perceived as abstruse or academic when they initially told a story that could be enjoyed by the average person #but come on let's not do this for texts that have been published in our parents' lifetimes #anyway i'm sorry this is supposed to be a llama blog

[crepuscularious]

mad

theres something that gets me inspired by songs lmao

ofc, by the title its inspired by ne-yo's mad which is trending in tiktok and is giving me so much memories LMADKDJALD

sorry if my miguel isnt really canon lol, i just think he'd be more open and shit with his s/o than his co-workers lol

miguel x reader angst to fluff (duhh)

"i dont wanna go to bed (mad at you)"

arguments with miguel are... something

the both of you are stubborn, you dont want to loose the fight but he just wants to understand the whole story (which is impossible with his spanish accents)

"i've told you a thousand times, i was out late because of work! you know how i have to be in certain places in certain plans as spiderman!" miguel exclaims, youve heard this before...

"and i said, that's not what lyla told me, miguel! why cant you just tell me the truth!?" you replied, almost yelling at your significant other.

"why can't you just believe me? besides, you aren't my mom, i don't have to tell you about my whereabouts every time." he says and you start to give him the look

"excuse me!? so me wanting to know where my boyfriend is possessive now? what, i can't care whether or not you're safe?"you replied

"you know the consequences of dating me, (y/n). if you cant handle that then maybe we shouldnt have even met" he said which was supposed to be in a jokingly matter, but he looks at you and his heart just shatters

the look of hurt and unease plastered on your face, you look down staring at the floor. trying to hide those glossy eyes, tears begging to be released...

"i- wait-" miguel tries to stop you but you were already on the way to your shared room with your boyfriend.

"why did he say such words, is he starting to regret asking me out? am i not enough? was i the one wrong in the argument?" thoughts that circled around your head as you silently cried, hugging the pillow and hiding your sobs.

you didn't know what to do, you were starting to slightly panic. whats gonna happen next, whats he going to do to you, are you two gonna brea-

"mi vida" a voice behind the door says "can i come in, please?"

no, say no. dont give in

"mhm" you hummed silently, but enough for miguel to hear. he opens the door, seeing you in a fetus position like a baby made his heart beat a little bit too much. he goes to your side of the bed and tucks the stray hair hiding your crying face behind your ear

"lo siento, mi amor... i never and will never, mean any of the words i had said. i love you too much, and i dont regret a thing. ever since the day we met, today and forever, amor." he says as he kisses your forehead and apologizes non-stop

"forgive me, please? i cant sleep knowing you're mad at me"

end

#imagine #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader amor #miguel o'hara x reader fluff #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #angst to fluff #miguel angst #miguel o hara angst #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara angst to fluff #miguel x reader angst #miguel x you #spider man 2099 #spiderman across the verse #spiderman atsv #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader angst to fluff #angst #fluff #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman #mad by ne-yo #ne-yo #mad

[unadulterated-syd]

Warnings; use of the word sister, otherwise neutral reader.

Synopsis; Y/n looks after Judith, and Carl's in love all over again.

req

It was no secret that you didn't like kids, you did your very best to avoid watching over them. At least, that's what you'd convinced everyone.

Truth be told, you'd loved kids. However you'd had siblings, young siblings, and none of them were around anymore. So out of guilt and hurt, you always chose to keep your heart safe from kids.

You were scared of lashing out, especially when specifically asked to watch any of the kids. Carl had practically found every excuse under the sun to get you to watch Judith, and you found every excuse not to.

After awhile he'd gotten the hint, and respected your boundaries. Though you could tell it damped your friendship over the years. Judith meant a lot to him, and in a way his only deal breaker was that his friends didn't find her just as special.

But, as you grew, and watched Judith grow, you'd come to realise how much she'd meant to you. She was like a little sister to you in a way, and she grew drawn to you.

And after awhile you gave in.

She would come running to your house in Alexandria, on legs that barely carried her. She always barged in and ran to you. With every run since she'd started this trend, you'd brought back anything and everything she could play with.

You'd been so excited when you found an old doll, one you could easily wash and give to the girl. Glenn had questioned you about why you wanted to take it, after-all he had no clue about Judith's playdates with you.

You remembered shrugging him off, and telling him it reminded you of someone. Given the situation of the World around you, he'd naturally assumed you meant someone you had lost.

When you got back to Alexandria you spent hours trying to get every stain and smell out of the old doll, and by the time you'd finished it was good as new.

However, today was a different occurrence than usual.

Carl had a day off in Alexandria, and had planned to spend the day with Judith. Although, Judith was not going to let this stop her from hanging out with you.

So Carl hesitantly followed the small girl to your door, where she swung the door open and ran in calling your name. In a way he felt he should stop her, but her familiarity with the place led him to believe this happened often.

"Jude!" You called, seeing the girl, a huge grin growing on your own face. You looked forward to seeing her, truthfully. She was a piece of innocence in a World that barely knew the meaning.

You picked her up, swinging her around in a playful manner. "I got you something, Jude." You smiled at her, and presented her with the small stuffed animal you'd gotten the day prior.

She'd thanked you and took the doll from you, insisting on naming the old thing. But, your mind was quickly taken from her when you heard the clearing of someone's throat.

You looked up to see Carl, leaned against the door frame with a small smile on his face. He was watching Judith with the new doll, when his eyes finally reappeared on you.

You let out a sigh of defeat, crouching down besides the girl assuring her that the name Blue was perfect for the doll. After a short while of convincing, you put her down for a nap.

Now was the hard part of somehow having a normal conversation about this with Carl.

"So?" He looked at you, he didn't look like he wanted answers. He looked more, happy. Excited perhaps? It confused you in a way, however you also knew how much he'd wanted you and Judith to be friends.

And here he was finding out that she called you her sister.

"She comes over everyday." You groaned, sitting down beside him on your couch. "I bring her little knick-knacks and we hangout, she's a smart girl. Really smart."

"I thought you 'didn't like kids'" He teased, the same smile never leaving his face. However, before you could defend yourself he continued, "I'm messing with you, means a lot that you care for her so much."

You smiled at him, and nodded. You enjoyed the silence just sitting with him, it'd been so long since the two of you saw eye-to-eye. Because Judith was the most important factor in your relationship, she always had been.

But, with you and Judith being so close now, in a way he'd fallen in love with you all over again. It was safe to say he'd loved you before but he couldn't commit, not if you didn't love Judith too.

"Talk to me Grimes, what's going on in that big brain of yours?' You hummed, messing with a candle on the coffee table in front of you. "I think I love you." He blurted, no thought behind the confession.

You stared blankly at the boy for a couple of minutes, whilst he basked in his own regret. He went to apologize, when you cut him off. "I love you too, Carl."

But, before you could say more, Judith was in between the two of you. She was persistent about you two reading her a book, rather than a nap.

Of course you couldn't say no. Who could say no to her?

#carl grimes oneshot #carl twd #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes fluff #request #carl grimes x-reader #the walking dead #the walking dead fluff #fanfic #carl #twd #judith grimes #judith

[beardedmrbean]

One hundred days.

It's been 100 days since terrorists invaded my homeland, the Jewish people's only home, Israel.

It's been 100 days since hundreds of Israelis were taken hostage.

It's been 100 days of war and sorrow and uncertainty.

But after these 100 days, the one thing I am certain about—that I've always been certain about, and have seen more than ever in the days since Oct. 7—is that the Jewish state and the Jewish people have true friends in Christians around the world.

That's why it has been so unsettling to see anti-Semitism being spread in the name of Christianity—by those on the fringes, and those in mainstream media. But you know who has notbeen fooled by these lies?

Israel has more than 700 million Christian friends worldwide. As people who value human life—in this fight against those who don't hold life sacred, we all—Christians and Jews—must take a stand now, before it's too late. The time to stand for Israel and the Jewish people in now,as hateful and dangerous anti-Semitism has risen by nearly 400 percent in the 100 days since Hamas' attacks on the Jewish people.

During these 100 days of war, I've been shocked to see centuries-old blood libels revived, which have always been intended to divide the Christian and Jewish communities and make them see one another as enemies: "The Jews killed Jesus..." (...no, the Romans did).

Over these past 100 days, I've also seen new anti-Semitic theories spread like wildfire, all of them, too, based on historical inaccuracies—including Munther Isaac in the New York Times and Father Edward Beck on CNN both saying that if Jesus were born today, he'd be a Palestinian (...no, Jesus was a Jew, born in what the Bible calls the Land of Israel, more than 100 years before Judea was named Palestine by the Romans).

As I've heard these dangerous, harmful, evil anti-Semitic tropes spewed, it makes me wonder why Jesus' own people—the Jewish people—are being attacked in his name.

Because today, Jesus would be a Jewish citizen of the Jewish state—the only country in the Middle East where the Christian population is growing, up 1.3 percent from the year before, with 187,900 Christians living in freedom. More than 20 percent of Israel's population is not Jewish and enjoys full legal equality.

Jesus today, would be proud to be an Israeli.

Today, the Jewish Jesus certainly wouldn't live in or even be allowed to visit biblical places like Gaza or Jericho or Bethlehem—these are places in which no Israelis are able to enter.

And like Israelis of all faiths—Jewish, Christian, and Muslim—Jesus would be in the middle of this ongoing war, spending time in a bomb shelter as terrorist rockets have targeted nearly every city in the Holy Land, including Jesus' hometown of Nazareth, these past 100 days.

One reason I am shocked, terrified, and outraged that such antisemitism is spreading is because Jewish-Christian relations have come so far. Bridges built on faith and fellowship have ended what have been centuries of distrust and worse. For the first time in history, millions of Christians and Jews are standing shoulder-to-shoulder in shared Judeo-Christian values we hold sacred. I guess it makes sense that the terrorists and the forces of darkness are trying to destroy what we, as people of faith in a loving God who sanctifies life, have achieved.

But those evil forces will never win. Today more than ever, millions of Christian friends around the world do stand for Israel.

Millions of Christians have stood with Israel—with their prayers and their support—during this war. Instead of joining the trending calls for Israel's destruction, they're praying for our strength and our success in wiping out Hamas, the modern day Amalek.

Millions of Christian friends of the Jewish people act by boldly rejecting the anti-Semitic lies being spread and by speaking up and spreading the truth about Israel.

No longer will a huge portion of the Christian community be fooled by hatred and lies, nor will they be fooled into spreading them. Israel's Christian friends are too committed to spreading love and support for their Jewish brothers and sisters, as they fight for survival in the only Jewish homeland.

The rising anti-semitism across the globe, only serves as a stark reminder to us all, why the Jewish people need a safe haven.

In Israel, it has been a beacon of hope for all of us, to see how millions of Christians love, pray, and act for Israel during our fight for survival, as enemies on every side try to destroy the land of the Jewish people, the Promised Land of the Bible.

No longer will Christians and Jews be separated by lies and hatred. Today, we stand unified.

These past 100 days, as Israel's enemies have chanted, "from the river to the sea," Israel's millions of Christian friends continue the same chorus to which they've been committed for more than 75 years:

Never again.

#nunyas news

[forever-rogue]

Hello beautiful! Huge fan of your work! I have an interesting request. Don't know if you know or remember that tik tok trend where the women got those leggings, the ones that enhanced the ~booty~ and I immediately thought of frankie morales. 👀 could you do an x reader fic about that? Can be smutty too iykyk 🫠🥰 xo

AN | Oh, trust me. I do know 😏

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

You weren’t sure if you were more amused or embarrassed by your latest little impulse purchase. Perhaps it wasn’t so much an impulse considering you’d gone back and forth on whether or not to buy damn the thing.

Those silly leggings that everyone was talking about. The very ones that proclaimed to enhance your butt and make it look incredibly enticing. 

And, as you laid in bed one evening unable to sleep, you came to the decision to buy them. What was the worst that could happen? You’d have a new pair of leggings. Which wouldn’t be too bad. At best you’d have an extremely luscious booty. You considered that a win-win.

And now they’d arrived, your little package just sitting on the front porch until you were able to get home from work. 

Frankie had beaten you home and had grabbed the package and set it on the table in the kitchen, sending you a quick text to let you know you’d received a package. If only he knew what was in store. Maybe. The jury was still out on that one. 

Once you’d gotten home, you were ready to grab the package and all but ran upstairs. 

“Hey baby,” Frankie’s voice cut through your internal monologue and stopped you with a sweet smile. Your face flushed with warmth as you smiled back at him. Your husband, ever so observant, noticed that something was on your mind, “what’s up?”

“Hey my love,” you stepped over to him and let him wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. His arms might have been your favorite place in the entire world, strong and soft at the same time, holding you just perfectly. You buried your face in his chest, taking his familiar scent, all uniquely him, “missed you today.”

“I missed you too,” you could feel his chuckle reverberating throughout his chest, the sound familiar and always welcome. You looked up at him, finding those big, brown eyes watching you reverently. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips…and then you stole a few more, “alright, what’s up with you?”

“Can’t I just kiss my husband without any ulterior motives?” you teased, wishing that for once he couldn’t read you so easily, “nothing’s up, Francisco. You’re just really handsome and I am really lucky.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed in content as you carded a hand through his dark locks, lightly scratching at his scalp, “whatever you say, Abejita.”

“Exactly,” you grinned, “whatever I say goes. What do you wanna do for dinner?”

“How about we order in Thai?” he suggested and you perked up, stomach already growling. He heard it and laughed, a sound that went straight to your heart, “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll order if you want to go and change.”

“Perfect,” oh yes. This would give you the opportunity to try the leggings without him being too nosy, “just the usual please! I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

“You’re up to something!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you shouted as you bounded up the stairs taking them two at a time. 

Once you made it to your bedroom, you ducked into the en suite bathroom and ripped open the package. You were almost giddy as you ran your hands over the soft, buttery fabric. You undid your pants and almost kicked them off in excitement before pulling on the leggings.

They did feel nice on your skin, and you turned to study yourself in the mirror. You posed a few times, trying to take in all angles to see if the leggings did what they proclaimed to do. After a few moments of intense scrutiny you realized that you couldn’t quite tell. You like the way your butt looked, but honestly you liked it in most things, so you weren’t sure if the leggings actually did anything. That would be up to Frankie to decide when you wore them. 

You pulled them back off and stuck them in the laundry basket to be washed soon. You doubted that Frankie would notice anything new, especially an unassuming pair of black leggings. You pulled off the rest of your clothes and slipped some comfy loungewear before heading back downstairs. 

Frankie’s face lit up at the sight of you; he was practically the physical manifestation of heart eyes. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whispered shyly, “you’re gonna make me fall even more in love with you.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he grinned happily as you waved him off, “I mean it.”

“Even in my lazy, comfy clothes?”

“Even in your lazy comfy clothes,” he agreed, “always and in anything you could ever put on or without anything on.”

“You’re a fool, Morales.”

“A fool for you, Morales,” and you almost knocked him over with the sheer intensity of your hug. You really, really, loved this man.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

It was a few days before you managed to do laundry, and even longer until you finally grabbed the leggings. You’d almost forgotten about them at this point, but you had a day off and planned to do some stuff around the house, so you threw them on along with a t-shirt. Definitely not anything sexy or over the top, but comfortable. That’s what you were going for if you were going to be moving around. 

It wasn’t until that evening when you were making dinner that things got a little…interesting. Frankie had gotten home and had gone upstairs to clean up first, dirty and greasy (and very sexy in your humble opinion) and ever the gentleman with not wanting to get you dirty either. You were standing at the counter, chopping some vegetables for a salad when you heard him make his way back downstairs. 

“Hey honey,” you didn’t turn around just yet, instead focusing on the task at hand. When you heard nothing but silence, you assumed something was wrong. After wiping your hands on the tea towel you turned around to find him standing there with an expression of awe on his face, “Francisco? Is everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he managed to choke out, nodding slightly, “you look…umm. Wow.”

“Just so you know wow can mean a multitude of things, and not always good,” you crossed your arms over your chest and watched his face flush a pretty shade of rose, “care to elaborate?”

“You’re so fucking hot,” was all he managed to choke, which caused you to break into a fit of giggles. Normally so eloquent but suddenly rendered speechless, “I-I mean, you’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful but today you also just look so…hot.”

“Ahh, well thank you,” you bounced over to him and pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek, “you look very hot yourself.”

“Are those new leggings?” he finally asked, eyes skimming down your body as he swallowed thickly, “they look nice.”

“Oh,” you looked down at yourself when it suddenly hit you that you were indeed wearing those leggings, “oh. Yeah, I am. You like them, Frankie?”

“I do,” he confessed, almost nervously as he tried to make sure he wasn’t saying the wrong thing. When he saw the coquettish grin on your face he knew that he’d said the right thing, “I really do.”

“Do they make my butt look good?” you turned around and lifted your t-shirt just enough to make sure he could get a full, long look at everything. 

“They sure do,” he rasped and before you could say or do anything else, you felt his hands on your hips and he pulled you into his body, “so good, you minx. You planned this didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied innocently, a small gasp escaping your lips as he slid his hands down to grab at your butt, “maybe you just really like my ass.”

“Hmm,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm, soft frame. You felt him drag his lips against your shoulder and up the side of your neck which caused you to sigh happily, “you’re so gorgeous.”

“Francisco,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You loved him, you loved this, but you decided that you were going to mess with him just a little bit longer, “but I’m in the middle of making dinner so can you please control yourself for a bit?”

“Fuck,” he groaned as you slipped out of his grasp, moving to lean against the other side of the counter. You put the most innocent look you could muster up before turning back to the cutting board, “you’re killin’ me here, baby.”

“Aww, my love,” you pretended to give him a pout and he playfully held up his middle before putting on a puppy dog face of his own, “can’t control your own horniness for a few minutes?”

“One - it’s going to be longer than a few minutes and two - can you blame me? Have you seen yourself?” he tried to reach over to touch you and shimmied out of his grasp as you held up the knife, “you’re brutal.” 

“I love you too,” you grabbed a piece of cucumber and gently shoved it in his mouth with a giggle before he could argue any further, “you know, if you help me finish dinner, we can eat sooner and that means we can-”

“Whatever you need,” he nodded eagerly, “I’ll help.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

You made it a point to drop things or bend over as much as possible while the two of you made dinner. You could practically hear the small groans and sharp inhales that escaped his lips. Perhaps it was a little cruel, to taunt your poor husband like this, but you’d made it up to him later.

You also weren’t immune to the way he made it a point to siddle around you as much as possible, his hands just grazing over your body. You’d let him get away with it for now, just a little taste for what was to come.

“You’re eating so slowly,” Frankie pointed out as you chewed your bite a little bit longer before swallowing. Maybe you were, “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“It’s important to thoroughly chew your food before swallowing,” you shrugged innocently, “it can really help your digestion.”

“You. Are. A. Menace,” he insisted, scowling at his broccoli like it had wronged him in a manner most foul, “can’t believe you tricked me into marrying you.”

“That’s because you know I’m worth it.”

“Not right now,” he mumbled as you started laughing. You knew he was just playing but it was a little fun to get him all riled up. That was just one of the many wonderful parts of your relationship. You raised an eyebrow and he sighed dramatically, “fine! Even right now.”

“That’s what I thought,” you took one more bite before pushing away your plate and leaning back in your arm. Frankie’s eyes were quick to shoot over to you as he drank you up, “you know, I think I’m done eating.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” you grabbed your glass of wine and finished off before looking at him in what you hoped was a seductive look. Either way, it was your husband, he was a goner for you either way, “but…I’m still hungry.”

“Oh,” his pretty brown eyes widened. 

“Wanna help me out?” you stood up and held your hand out towards him. He watched you in silent awe before nodding eagerly and taking your outstretched hand. Before you could lead to him towards the stairs, he pulled you towards him, crashing his lips on yours hungrily. He kissed you like his life depended on it, refusing to part from you until you were both dizzy and out of breath “I see you do wanna help me out.”

“As if that was ever a question,” he  stole a few more kisses, making sure to get a good feel of your ass before dragging you towards the living room.

“Frankie! Upstairs - bedroom,” you snickered but he shook his head, messy curls bouncing roguishly. 

“No time,” he insisted, his hands already dancing under the hem of your shirt, “need you now, baby.”

“You’re too much!” but you were putty in his hands anyway.

“But you love me.”

“But I love you,” you shrieked happily as he gently pushed you onto the couch, pinning you underneath him. His eyes were as hungry as you felt, “Frankie.”

“As much as I love you in these leggings,” he tugged on the waistband, his voice low and raspy, “they need to come off.”

“Yes, please.”

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fair and square | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x oc (audrey johnson)

you and max are rivals, that means you don’t care about each other... right?

word count: 6.2k warnings/tags: sexism, accident/crash

i know, my first writing on this page is for max but i just have ‘i could fix him’ energy, what can i say?

“A question for Audrey, over the years we have seen and admired the fashion of the wags at Grand Prix weekends, seeing them set trends and grace magazine covers. Heels, dresses and skirts, these women have become a staple for female fans to learn to dress like a lady and to see what femininity really looks like. I was just wondering when we are going to see you partake in this. Your fashion choices have been described as immodest and at times, boyish. When will you begin to set a better example for the female fans of Formula 1?”

As the question continued, my smile dropped. I was sat next to Max Verstappen, in a press conference before the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, the final race and the decider of the championship, it coming down to him and myself.

I didn’t know how to answer the journalist's question. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, wracking my brain for an answer that my PR representative would like. It hurt, I was held to a different set of rules than my fellow grid-mates and despite showing this year that I was a real contender to be a world champion, I was rarely ever asked about racing.

“This isn’t what I meant when I said the media needed to be more detail-oriented in these press conferences.” I tried with all my might to defuse the tension and I assumed it had worked, a few nervous chuckles echoed through the room. I turned to look at Max for a second, expecting to see him gloating, enjoying the negative attention on me.

We were rivals, we had been ever since I had accidentally taken him off the track when racing in the WSK Euro Series and since then we had both been involved in many on and off-track fights which brought us to now, myself driving for Mercedes and him for Red Bull in 2023.

However, when I surveyed Max’s face, he seemed anything but happy. He was looking straight ahead, his facial expression unreadable and his jaw tensed. I looked forward again, hearing another question.

“Audrey, you have talked about how your dad got you into karting. Did he realise when you were young that you were never going to be a beauty queen and so decided that getting you into a kart with a helmet on your head was the best way to find a partner for you?”

I could no longer hide my disappointment and shock, my mouth falling open as I heard the question. Like last time, I tried to find an answer but nothing came to mind. All I could do in that moment was hang my head in shame. I had always been rather shy and introverted, that being the reason I never went and found Max to apologise after our karting accident back in 2010. I picked at the skin on my fingers, squeezing my eyes shut as my head hung low, trying to block out the knowledge that everyone was watching me, that everyone was waiting to see me break. They had tried all year but hadn’t succeeded until now.

“Alright everyone, that is all for today, we will be on track in 7 hours' time at 5 PM. Thank you.” I had been saved. 

Before I could even think about it, my body had taken control, I was out of my seat and speed-walking to the exit door which would lead me through the hospitality area and safely to my driver's room. I just needed to hold my tears until then. I kept my head down, ignoring people as they tried to stop and praise me. 

“Hey Audrey, how are you fee-, hey are you okay?” Daniel. Max’s teammate. He was a friend of mine, both of us being from Australia. I knocked straight through him, quickening my speed to get past him and to my driver's room.

“Hey, Max, what happened in that press conference?” I looked up to see Daniel standing in the middle of the hallway, a dumbfounded look on his face. 

I sat through that whole press conference with my jaw tensed shut, listening to the stupid and idiotic comments the press were making to Audrey. I was angry and upset.

Audrey and I had always been rivals ever since karting but as we got older and we journeyed to Formula 1 together, I began to realise how similar we were. Both misunderstood and prodigies of the sport we had chosen, talent that was rarely seen. I began to enjoy being around her but I never spoke these words to anyone. I looked forward to our on-track battles, our press conferences, and our snarky remarks to each other and I enjoyed seeing the way she would smile on the podium, her teeth showing as she laughed, the way her blonde hair fell down her shoulders as she was drenched by champagne. In another life, we would have been friends but she hated me, so I settled for getting to stay in her life as a rival.

“The media crossed the fucking line, I cannot believe that. The FIA should have stepped in, she got absolutely attacked in there. Do you know where she went?” I looked at Daniel who was also visibly upset hearing about this.

“Is that the best idea? I know you mean well Max but she probably doesn’t want to see you of all people right now. She didn’t even say anything to me.” He had a point but I knew I needed to sort things out before we raced. I wanted to win fair and square and having her battered by the media like this would not lead to a fair fight.

“I will talk to you later, Daniel.” And with that, I was off. I knew a back entrance that would get me into the Mercedes hospitality through the kitchen, wanting to stay lowkey. Going in through the front door may have raised a few eyebrows, considering who I was and what team area I was about to sneak into. Tugging my team shirt off my head, I threw it against a wall, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world if I didn't come back for it. With my black t-shirt on instead, I could blend in better.

I had fallen to the ground in my driver’s room, tears falling down my face. I had told my team to leave me alone as they knocked on my door to see if I was ok. I was not. I was broken. I had never faced discrimination like this, all through karting and junior series’ I was treated with respect, and viewed as a competitor and a good one at that. But now I was in the public eye and those who knew less about motorsport were watching and seeing me only as a woman. A woman who wasn’t as tall and thin as Carmen or as courteous and acquiescent as Isa.

A knock was heard on the door as I sniffled, more tears running down my face as I looked up.

“Go away! I want to be alone right now!” Hanging my head again, I stared at my hands on the floor.

The door slid open and I yelled again. “Seriously!? I said to leave me the fuck al-” Standing in front of me was Max Verstappen. His hands fell by his side and he looked down at me, surveying my crumpled body on the carpet and the tears which now stained my shirt.

“What the fuck do you want? Did you come here to gloat? Well, be my guest.” He said nothing, just continued to look down at me, his face as unreadable as before.

“I… I came to see how you were going.” That was all he could whisper out and for a second I nearly opened up to him, his voice sounded so reassuring and calm, but then I remembered that he hated me.

“You win, Max. You win. I can’t do this anymore.” I sat there still on the floor, fiddling with my bracelets, not wanting to look up at Max and have to witness the smile that was most likely crossing his face.

“What do you mean, Audrey?” Max’s tone sounded unsure. I watched as his feet moved closer to me. All I could do was shake my head. I didn’t want to explain it to anyone, let alone my biggest rival.

“Audrey?” His voice was wavering now as he sank down to his knees to sit across from me.

“What Max? I don’t know what to tell you! You win, the media wins, and everyone who doubted a female driver has won. I quit, I am not driving the race, you win the championship.” I looked up, finally processing his face. His mouth hung open and his eyebrows were furrowed together. He was… sad?

“Audrey, you can’t do this! You have to race. This is exactly what they want you to do, to give up. You can’t.”

“This is what you wanted too. You didn’t even defend me. You never have. You hate me and everyone out there does too. So I’m done with Formula 1 and I am quitting. I got here, I proved that I could but it is too much.” I flung my hand out to gesture to him and to the door, articulating that I believed everyone in the paddock hated me.

“I… I don’t hate you, Audrey. I never have. Well maybe as I was pulling my kart from that tyre wall I whispered that phrase but since then I have never hated you. We are rivals, there is a difference.” 

He never hated me? Thinking back over this last season, he had never really done anything outwardly hateful to suggest this. Sure he had made snarky comments occasionally and we fought hard on track but over the years, he had mellowed out.

“What is the difference between rivals and enemies then?” I was curious, I didn’t have to worry about my day being ruined anymore than it already had, so I wanted to hear his answer.

“Respect. I have so much respect for you, Audrey. As a driver, as a sportswoman, and as a person. If you were my enemy, I would hate everything you did but I could never. I don’t hate anything you do, not even you beating me. Being rivals means that you push me and I push you. You are my main competition and you have taught me more about myself than any friend or family member ever has. It would be a shame not to get to race you for this championship, it would feel wrong to take it from you without you even trying. So please, please get in that car and make my life so bloody difficult.”

I was taken aback by his words. He was someone who was always so blunt and honest and because of that, I knew that he meant everything he said. I ignored the way that my insides felt twisted and my heart rate increased.

“Ok. Ok, I will race you.” I looked up at him again, softly smiling through the stream of tears that were running down my face. He stood back up, offering his hand to help me off the ground.

“I want to beat you fair and square Johnson, can’t do that if you are sitting in here crying.” The bickering was back but this time Max had a half smirk planted on his face, showing me that he was joking, rather than mocking me.

“The only way you were winning this championship was if I was sitting in this room during the race. You just talked yourself out of winning.” The banter was refreshing and for the first time, I was happy to admit to myself that I was enjoying his company. “Get out of here before anyone spots you in the enemy camp.” 

I looked down realising that Max was still holding my hand from when he helped me up. We both realised at the same time, pulling our hands away, trying to avoid eye contact but not missing the way each other’s cheeks had changed to a soft shade of pink.

“I won’t see you beforehand, so good luck with your race.” “You too.” And with that, Max was out of my driver’s room and I was alone again.

I wiped my face and looked in the mirror, I looked a bit of a wreck but I did have time to fix that before the media saw me again. Making my way down the hallway, I knocked on the door.

“Come in, please.” I pushed open the door to be met with Toto sitting at his desk, spreadsheet and graphs spread over it. “Hey” was all I managed to squeak out, slowly walking over to him. As he saw my tears, his eyes softened and he stood up, turning on the pod coffee machine behind him as I took a seat across from him.

“I heard you weren’t going to race,” Toto said, filling two mugs with coffee before offering one to me, and sitting back down.

“I wasn’t. I was upset and I finally broke. It has been so hard all year.” I sighed, readjusting my mug in my hands before taking a sip.

“I understand, you haven’t been treated fairly and I am sorry that it has been happening. I hope you know that everyone here thinks the world of you, myself included.” I nodded, a sad smile on my face. My team really meant the world to me, they supported me immediately and hadn’t stopped since I joined the team.

“Have you been on social media since the press conference?” As Toto asked, my heart dropped. He must have seen my facial expression change and quickly followed up. “Give me a second, James just sent through all of these, I have them on my laptop.” He quickly tapped away trying to find the files that our social media admin had sent him. He turned his laptop and I leaned in, squinting to read the words in front of me.

“Audrey has to be one of the most talented drivers we have seen since Hamilton and what she has achieved in her rookie year at Mercedes has broken records within Formula 1. She deserves and has earnt the respect of everyone in this paddock and the way she was treated by the media today was absolutely unacceptable and I hope they are not allowed back to an F1 event.” - Will Buxton during the Sky Sports Pre-race Show.

“During my years in Formula 1, I worked hard to try to set new standards for inclusivity and diversity within the paddock and I am heartbroken to see the questions that Audrey was subjected to today at the Abu Dhabi pre-race press conference. Audrey, much like Lewis did during his time racing, has faced oppression and hatred from those who do not wish to change their narrow views. The FIA must act to ensure that these people are not welcome at F1 races and that their voices should not be amplified by opportunity. I stand with Audrey and wish her all the best going into this last race. Even if she does not win the Championship today, she has shown that she is a real contender and a racer to watch in the future.” - Sebastian Vettel on Sky Sports Germany.

“Toto and I discussed many drivers to take my place when I left the team at the end of 2022. Audrey was picked because she was more than just racing. Like myself, her human rights work and ability to inspire those who are often under-represented in this sport were the catalysts as to why she was chosen. She has proved that her racing ability is next level as well as her morals and sense of self. Nino Farina is the only person to win an F1 championship in their rookie year and I believe that Audrey has the ability to be the next. I’m cheering you on from the garage, Ace!” - Lewis Hamilton talking to Kravitz.

“I have had the pleasure of getting to know Audrey during this year at Mercedes and have never met someone so determined, kind-hearted and fierce. She is a friend and a teammate and she should be treated like the incredible driver that she is. We cannot allow this treatment of females in Motorsport to continue.” - Mick Schumacher on Sky Sports Germany.

I sat there in awe reading through messages of support and love from my idols, teammates and friends. I looked back up at him, my eyes watering slightly again. “Thank you, Toto. I needed to see that. I want to race.” He nodded. “I knew you would. Go and get ready, I will see you out there soon.

Sitting there on the grid, I looked up ahead to my right, narrowing in on Max sitting in his car being fussed over by his team. I had pushed every single feeling down as I hopped in the car, silencing everything as I had done so many times before. I closed my eyes and quickly asked the universe for a safe race for myself and the other drivers, my friends. 

“Ok Audrey, give me some knuckles. Let’s get it!” I reached up my gloved hand to fist-bump my engineer before watching him walk back to the pit wall. I was alone. The odds were against me starting in P2 but anything could happen. I looked back to Max’s car again watching as he reached his arm out below his halo and gave me a thumbs up. I gave him a head nod, watching him return it in his side mirror. The subtle gesture meant the world to me and at the same time, lit the fire within me to win.

C: “Well I think everyone can agree when I say that we are on the edge of our seats, Martin.” 

B: “Absolutely, anyone that doubted Audrey is probably feeling rather stupid about now.”

C: “Correct! We saw her overtake Max with ease in lap 10 and oh look she is coming in for tyres. What can you see from down there, Ted?”

K: ��Hey Crofty, yes she is coming into pit here now on lap 25 which leads me to believe that Mercedes will be putting her on hards and attempting a one-stop strategy. Here she is and yes they have the hards out. Oh no, gosh this pit stop is long and… they have forgotten a tyre! You can see her staying calm but she cannot be happy about this. She is now heading down the pitlane but that was long. Any chance of an undercut has been lost now I think.”

C: “That is heartbreaking for Audrey who will come out in P8 behind Lando Norris. How did it all go wrong for Mercedes there?”

B: “I suspect there will be some stern words from Toto now who we can see on the broadcast shaking his head. He is staying rather calm all being considered, he clearly has a lot of faith in Audrey’s ability to climb the positions again.”

I had to put that error in its place, I was upset but it didn’t matter now. As Lewis always said to me as he mentored me through my first year, ‘only act on what you can control’ and right now all I could control was my racing. I was able to pass Norris into Turn 6 and 7, moving up to P7. On the next lap, lap 27 I breezed past Alonso, Sainz, Ricciardo and my teammate Russell, fighting hard through the corners and through the closely bunched pack. 

I could see Charles and Max up ahead but I was still a good 7 seconds behind them. 

“Ok Audrey, you have the pace, you are expected to catch them in 10 laps time. Keep pushing.” “Copy.”

It was like tunnel vision, I laid my eyes on the back of that Ferrari and I went for it, passing Charles earlier than expected on the outside of turn 14. By the time I had made turn 16 and hit the straight, he was already out of DRS range. The next target was Verstappen.

“Ok, gap to Verstappen is 2 seconds.” “Light work.” The comment was a little too cocky and I knew that everyone would hear it on the broadcast but if I didn’t speak it into existence, I was scared that it wouldn’t happen. And we battled till lap 42, changing positions constantly and pushing each other off the track, driving way too close for comfort.

“Keep pushing, Audrey, Verstappen is starting to struggle on these tyres.” “Copy.”

That was the reassurance that I needed, sending it on the outside of turn 12 and overtaking Max. He tried to push and catch me on both turn 13 and 14 but he didn’t have the pace.

“Bloody good work mate! Now keep those tyres in the window and hold him for 16 laps, you have the pace.” “Yes sir!” 

I was gaining confidence and with every corner, Max was a tenth further back. Lap 50 rolled around and despite having the lead still, I could see Verstappen and Leclerc fighting one another for P2. I passed through Turn 6 and 7, checking in my mirrors as I was about to enter the second DRS zone. As I looked back to see my competition behind me, I watched as Max and Charles’ tyres touched, gripping together and in turn, rolling Max’s car into the barrier, before it caught on fire.

“Oh my god! Shit”

“Ok Audrey, red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive and return to the pits please.”

“Oh my god, was that Max?”

“Correct Audrey, Max in the wall at turn 7.”

“Is he out of the car?”

“…”

“Is he out of the car, Nick!?”

“Negative”

“Can they contact him? Is he ok?”

“Checking now.”

“Is Max ok?”

“No word yet unfortunately Audrey, remember, delta positive.”

“Oh my god! Fuck! No! I can’t lose him! I need him here! I love him! Please check again.”

“Still nothing, I’m so sorry Audrey.”

My breathing had quickened as I slowly made my way back to the pit lane entry, my hands shaking as I gripped the wheel as tight as I could. All the feelings and emotions I had pushed down at the beginning of the race had been thrust to the surface and I could feel the tears rolling down my face, cooling my flushed cheeks. I pulled up in the pitlane and flipped my visor up, Nick, my race engineer, rushed to my side and unbuckled me, making eye contact as he did, watching the tears fall from my eyes. He helped to pull me from the car and led me into the garage to wait. I stood watching the live feed in shock, seeing Max’s car burn brightly as marshals worked to extinguish the flames. I didn’t notice Toto come and stand next to me but the arm that had wrapped around my shoulder made me look up, he smiled down at me and I noticed he was also doing the same thing to George who was standing there in shock too, having removed his helmet, showing his full facial expressions.

Time stood still but Max was pulled out from under his car after what felt like an hour. I let out a sigh that I had been holding since I watched him flip in my side mirrors. He was stumbling and looked terrible but it meant that he was alive as he was put on a stretcher and placed in the ambulance. I suddenly remembered my radio messages and the fact that they were most likely broadcast live, my heart sinking realising that Max would most likely hear them soon, my fear of rejection taking over.

“We are going racing again.” Nick came over and tapped me on the shoulder. “Really? Are they taking the piss?” I was mad that the FIA wanted us to get straight back out there once the barrier was repaired and the car removed but that was my job and I knew I had to get on with it. “Audrey, if you finish this race, you are the world champion, you can go out there and have only yellow sectors for all I care, finish the race and you win.” He was right but suddenly the pressure made it feel like I was carrying weights on my shoulders. 

“Can I be honest with you Nick?” He nodded and he smiled softly. “I am a bit scared to go back out, that is the worst crash I have ever seen, especially in F1.” My flushed cheeks went even darker as I admitted, what I considered to be, weakness. “That is completely normal but I will be right there with you the whole 6 laps. I promise.” “Ok.” With that, I was back in the car getting ready to race again.

The last six laps felt good and my fear left as soon as the green lights went out and we were racing again. I wanted to win still, it was in my nature, after all, holding back Leclerc and George to keep my lead. As I rounded turn 16, I saw the checkered flag ahead and my heart beat so fast that I thought I would be sick. As I crossed, fireworks went off around me.

“Woooooo! Audrey, you are the world champion! Well deserved, Ace!” Nick screamed down my radio. “Thank you, thank you, everyone, you believed in me when no one else would and I hope I have made you as proud of me as I am of all of you. This is for every little girl who got made fun of for liking cars, for every teen girl who had to prove her love for this sport just because of her gender and for every woman who had to climb twice as hard just to match her male peers. I love you all and I will hold this trophy for all of us. Thank you.” I sobbed down the radio as I did my cool-down lap, making sure to drive close to the barrier, waving at all the fans as I went.

“Audrey, this is Toto, I just want to let you know that we never doubted you! I am so sorry we let you down with your pit stop but you recovered like the true champion you are. I will see you very soon and don’t forget your donuts… oh and there is someone here for you too.” I chuckled along at his words, smiling widely at the mention of celebratory donuts. Wait, who was there for me?

“Hey Audrey, sorry for scaring you before. You were right though, you did beat me and it was fair and square. Reckon after this I can take you out to celebrate because I can confirm that I also can’t live without you. Can’t wait to see you on the podium soon. Love you.” Max. I chuckled through happy tears and I got to the start-finish line, revving my engine to spin around as I waved my hand out of the car. Pulling up behind the winner's board felt better than it ever had as I leapt from my seat to stand on my car, waving to the crowd before doing a curtsy and jumping down to hug my team. 

“Audrey, I just want to start by saying the biggest of congratulations to you, you have won your first world title and you are the first woman to ever be crowned a world champion in Formula 1. How are you feeling?” Natalie Pinkham had the biggest smile on her face as she talked to me.

“I am over the moon, honestly. It was a crazy race and it was very touch and go there at the start and the pit stop sure didn’t help but I managed to claw my way back. The red flag was terrible and it is awful waiting to watch one of your… friends get out of the car ok but I am so glad that Max is alright.” I blushed mentioning him, knowing that again, everyone heard my messages.

“Speaking of Max, we heard a few radio messages between you two, care to tell us more?” Natalie raised an eyebrow at me and winked.

“No comment.” I winked back.

“I just have to say, Audrey, I am so utterly proud of you. Today, I suspect, is the first of many for you and woman to woman I cannot believe what you have done for this sport. Go and celebrate!” She pulled me in for a big hug, we had always gotten along within the paddock and her support had always meant a lot to me.

I turned around, spotting Max leaning against the pitlane fence, smiling and chatting away to Daniel Ricciardo, a sling holding his arm to his chest and his suit tied around his waist, slightly blackened from the crash.

I had been released from the medical centre with a fractured wrist and first-degree burns, but only under the promise that I was going to the hospital after the podium ceremony. I had sat in the medical centre bed, listening to the driver onboards as they reacted to my crash and the red flag.

“Oh my god! Fuck! No! I can’t lose him! I need him here! I love him! Please check again.”

My head shot up to the TV playing the scenes, hissing at the pain my neck felt under the hasty movement. Had she just said that? It was replayed again and I knew that my ears did not deceive me.

“Sorry, I need to get out of here, I have to go.” “Mr Verstappen, we can’t have you leave without medical clearance.” I sighed, rubbing my face with my hand. “Can I go to the hospital after? Can you order that? I just need to be there for this podium ceremony… please.” I tried to pull off the puppy dog eyes look and it seemed to work. “Ok, we can do that but your team will be required to send you to the hospital this evening for further treatment.

After my wrist was put in a sling and my burns patched, I was headed back down the pitlane with my Brad when I looked at the screen, showing 5 more laps left. “Careful loverboy, you shouldn’t even be up, let alone travelling this fast on foot.” I shot my trainer a look of surprise. “Mate, the whole paddock heard what she said over the radio. How do you feel about it?” I stopped in front of the Red Bull garage and turned to face him, his face full of anticipation for my answer. “I… I think I have known deep down ever since that fearless, fun-loving girl took me off the karting track that no one else would ever compare to her. Brad, I have to do something, I will be back.”

My feet were leading the way, quickly before I could even change my mind. I peeked my head into the Mercedes garage seeing Toto sitting there analysing the last two laps for Audrey and George. As if he realised he was being watched, he looked up, making eye contact with me. He glared for a second before holding a finger up telling me to wait for a second. He talked into his headset and then stood to meet me at the door.

“Max, I am glad to see you are ok. What can I do to help you?” Despite being enemy number one to him, his smile and genuine care for my well-being were calming.

“Um, well, I… I heard her message, I need to tell her how I feel, do you reckon you could help?” He chuckled and nodded. “You weren’t my first pick for her, Verstappen, but I can think of a lot worse. Thank god you aren’t Gasly. Go talk to Greg on the pit wall, he will help you out.” He turned and paced back to his desk, placing his headset on and chatting down the radio to who I assumed was the pit wall.

I rushed over as Audrey was about to be crossing the line, taking the win and her first World Driver’s Championship. I watched as she waved at her team, taking the checkered flag.

“All yours mate.” I was tapped on the shoulder and handed a headset.

In the rush of the podium, I hadn’t had a single chance to find Max but standing up here on the podium, the Australian anthem playing, I could spot him from a mile away. He was next to Ricciardo, of course, and he was smiling and waving up at me. I smiled and gave him a small wave back as the music ended. He and the rest of the grid watched as I laughed and wiped tears and champagne from my face, Charles and George taking great pleasure in drenching me much to my protests. Everyone was happy to see me up there and they were all happy to see and be a part of history being made.

The festivities flew by and the champagne and my dehydrated body were not the best combinations, my tipsy giggles filling every interview and chat up and down the paddock. After a team photo and thanking my team and everyone in it personally, I made my way to my driver’s room for a moment of peace within the chaos. I was introverted and the socialising was wearing me out already. I got changed and sat down on the floor for a second, trying to process everything as tears streamed down my face. I was World Champion and I hadn’t come across a single person who wasn’t happy for me. I had shared champagne with Ted Kravitz, done a shoey with Ricciardo, gotten a hug from Jenson and had even been piggybacked down the paddock by Lewis.

I looked up at my door as a knock pulled me from my thoughts.

“Hey, you are right where I left you.” Max lent against the door smiling softly down at me. 

“Hey, how are you feeli- oh my god, what are you wearing?” Looking down, he had on a 2023 World Champion shirt, pastel purple with my racing number on it. “Toto gave me one, I thought you might enjoy it.”

He took a step closer and sat down on the ground with me. I reached my hand up to his face, barely brushing my fingers over the bandages on his neck. “Burns?” He nodded in response.

“I am so glad you got out alright. You scared the daylights out of me, Max. I never want to see anything bad happen to you.” I was leaning in closer to him.

“Is that what you said as you sent me into that tyre wall in WSK?” He chuckled, leaning his cheek against my raised hand.

“You need to let that go, Verstappen,” I smirked at him.

“I am so proud of you, Ace. You really deserved this championship and I know it will play on your brain so I will put it to rest. I was never going to have the pace to catch you again, regardless of the crash or not. You won… fair and square.”

“Thank you, Max, that means a lot from you. Someone did have to dethrone you at some point. I’m the lion now.” I winked at him playfully.

“I know I said I would take you out to celebrate but I may have lied a bit.” My heart sank. “I had to promise to go to the hospital after this in order to sneak out to see you so… any chance you would care to join me for a date to the emergency department?” He was joking but his voice wavered, uncertain of how I would respond.

“It would be my pleasure.” I stood, reaching my hand down for his, helping him to his feet. This time we didn’t let go as we collected our belongings and headed to the pitlane to say our final goodbyes.

As we walked, we stopped occasionally saying goodbye to people or thanking them for their well wishes.

“You know this means I am technically the breadwinner, Verstappen?” I looked over at him as we continued to walk. He ground to a halt, pulling my arm to send me tumbling to this chest, narrowly avoiding his sling.

“Shut up, Johnson.” He leaned in close to me, a cocky smile on his face.

“Just bloody kiss me already.” “Oh, fucking gladly.”

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audreyjohnson spend 5 hours sitting by his side in the hospital but it is now time to celebrate!

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danielricciardo congrats wdc! and congrats lovebirds

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#366

“Hey Boyd.  You look ragged.  Long day?  Say I heard you earlier today on the phone with Tina.  I take it she’s not coming back.  Figured.  You’ve been in a shitty mood since.  And you are starting to fuck up around here.  Actually, for the past few weeks I have been noticing it.  She’s gone.  She ain’t coming back.  And you know it.  Don’t you?... 

“We’ve known each other for what, twenty five,… no closer to thirty years.  You have worked for me almost twenty years.  I’ve seen you go through countless women.  I’ve stayed out of your relationships, and I haven’t flaunted my thing I have with Robby or the other boys in front of you.  That’s been our understanding.  But now it’s once again that shit creeping into your job here.  I saw what you did today.  If Rawlins hadn’t caught it,…

“Look I don’t want to go over the details.  I’m already past it.  I’m more focused on you.  This is a vicious cycle for you.  None of your relationships last more than a year.  You meet a pretty woman in town.  You fuck her.  If she can’t handle your big dick you dump her and look for another.  If she can, you treat her wonderfully.  That is until you have a few drinks.  Then you start slapping and demanding, and the downward trend starts.  Am I right?... 

“Yeah.  You need some advice.  Your dad’s gone.  You have no brothers.  I’m the guy you have known the longest.  So I am just going to say this.  We are a lot alike.  A lot.  Not the part about me liking boys and you liking girls.  No.  We are two ornery old men.  We demand a lot.  And you know what?  We are entitled to it. 

“When I get home from a hard day’s work, Robby is waiting with food on the table and a blowjob.  That’s what you need….  I ain’t talking about you getting a fag.  Although that would not be a bad idea.  No, you need someone with the kind of mindset he has.  You ain’t going to find that at Gordy’s Tavern.  Those skanks don’t know how to treat a real man and his needs. 

“You know you have a reputation of being a big selfish prick with a selfish big prick?  Most everyone knows you are abusive.  How the hell are you going to find a woman?  You are going to have to go to Denver.  And you are going to have to look for a woman who will take your demands. 

“…Of course, they exist.  That mindset is more prevalent on the fag side though.  Fags will come begging to worship a real man and do whatever he says.  The shit I do to Robby….

“Hold on, let me get him down here….  I just text him to bring the truck around….  No, I just want to show you something…. 

––––

“…Get over here.  Robby, stand in front of Boyd.

“Boyd, smack Bobby across the face like you would if he was a woman and you were drunk….  I’m serious.  Smack him.  Boyd, you fucked up royally today.  I want you to smack him…. Or do you want me to get Rawlins over here to pick up your slack?

“…Heh heh heh.  Thought that would do it.  Damn, you knocked him to the ground.  No wonder you can’t keep a woman. 

“What do you say, boy?

“You hear that?  He’s thanking you for hitting him.  That’s what I am talking about.  You need to find that mindset, then worry about the looks.  Cunt here—that’s his name when we are at home—knows that he’s here for my needs, wants, desires, impulses, and so on.  If I want to smack him, I’m gonna.  He knows he’s an instrument to use.

“No, stay down there boy.  I got to take a piss. 

“Boyd watch this.  The cunt will drink my piss.  Why? Because I want him to.  …Ahhh.  Feels so good.  Look at him trying to catch it in his mouth. 

“This is what you need.  We can work on you getting a bitch to treat this way.  Seriously, I want to help you with that.  I have some connections in Denver.  Or I can easily get you a fag to use.  If you want to use Cunt here for the weekend, I’m fine with it.  He does what he’s told, so he will be OK with it….

“Why don’t you take your dick out and take a piss?  I noticed your curiosity enjoying what you were seeing.  Aim for his mouth.  Hell, aim anywhere you want.  When we get back to the house, he’s going to be naked anyways.  Drench him.  Go on do it.  Or, are you pee shy?

“Thought so.  You know, when I suggest something for you to do, just do it.  I shouldn’t have to tease you into doing it.

“That looks so good.  So natural. 

“Drink it down, boy.  That piss is pure gold that filling your mouth.

“Damn, that is one large piece of meat.  I know I saw it many years ago, but I didn’t stop and stare back then.  You got a lot of overhang skin there….  Oh my.  Oh my my my my my.  Don’t shake it.  Pull your foreskin back, all the way back.  Oh my.

“Oh boy!  Faggot!  Get on your knees and look at his dick.  He’s got something for you.

“Keep your skin pulled back.  Cunt here needs to see what’s there.  More importantly he needs to smell it….  Look at him.  He’s actually grossed out at your dick cheese….  Fuck do not apologize.  Fag boy here told me that smegma is the one thing that grosses him out more than anything else.  Look him gagging. 

“I have been looking for dick cheese for him to clean.  I wish I wasn’t cut, just so I can feed him. 

“Cunt Toilet, clean him off.

“Boyd, I’m not going to even ask you.  Your cock is getting hard by just me talking about.  Let me hold his head in place.  Step closer.  Let him smell it. 

“That smell nasty boy?  Nasty.  Look at that.  It’s caked on there.

“Feed it to him.  Don’t hesitate.  Don’t worry that he’s a fag.  He’s a knob cleaner.  Look, the other workers have already gone.  We are two miles from the nearest person.  It’s just us three.  No one will ever know we are doing here.  Stick it in his mouth.

“Fuck yeah!  Listen to him gag.

“Faggot! Don’t you dare throw that up.  I will make you eat the vomit off the mud on the ground.

“When was the last time you took a shower?...

“Hear that Cunt boy?  Wednesday morning.  That’s three days of hard work sweating in the sun.  That’s three-day fermented cheese you are cleaning.  He also has three days of ass sweat too.  Three days of saddle stink.  You’ll clean that too.

“Yeah eats ass too.  But that would need to be done inside.  I have a chair for you to sit on where he climbs under your ass and slurp away.  A three-day saddle stink.  Fuck yeah.

“Oh shit.  You are enjoying his tongue on your cock hunh?  I can see the ecstasy on your face. 

“Cunt boy! Show him how deep your throat is.  Take him to the root.

“I told ya, faggot cunts are capable and willing to do the nasty shit that bitches won’t.  Once you get over the fact that they don’t have a real pussy, but one in back will make do, it’s easy to make the switch.

“Say, I was going to take the cunt with to Denver to see what kind of trouble I could get us into over this three-day weekend.  Instead, how would you like to spend the weekend here with us.  You can watch me do all the shit I can to him.  You can even join in.  You have full access to his holes to use as you want….  Or not.  You could have him wait on you without doing anything along those lines.  He’ll cook for you, give you a massage—he’s certified to give them.  He will take your beatings, drink your piss, clean your ass, clean your dick, whatever you want.  He has a deep cunt.  He can take that baseball bat of yours.  The more brutal, nasty, and demeaning, the better.

“You want to give it a try?  If you need, I have cases of ice cold beer and bottles of Jack, for you to unleash the man you really are.  You wanna do it?...

“Then let’s do it.”

[yuurivoice]

Added point to the last post, but most of my work over the first 2 years being commissioned by individuals specifically gave me DEEP insight into what real life people wanted to hear. Not chasing trends, not trying to copy someone else's blueprint, none of that.

I heard directly from the same people who are listing today, the groups who specifically were looking to be served by me and my art. And I built my foundational philosophies off of those lessons.

None of them were asking for any of the shit people are trying to make this niche out to be. You can explore within it, I certainly have to much success. But ultimately?

Most folks just wanna feel connected to something. You can take them on a grand adventure, scare the shit outta them, do all kinds of things...but whether the premise is but a slice of moment in time between a character and a listener, or a whole chapter in a broader story, people just want something to grab on to.

We don't get to dictate what people can and cannot like, and there's no wrong way of doing things. When I first started stepping out of fandom characters and exploring original characters, there were people who said it was a bad idea. When I then started diving into longer form narratives, there were people who said that wasn't the right way of doing it, that I should stick to what worked before or return to their favorite character.

The moment we start letting other people tell us the "rules", we put a ceiling on our own growth and joy. So...fuckin...don't try and force people into silly boxes. That's all. 🙏💖

I'm gonna go cuddle with my cats now.

[omgjwon]

Tᕼᗴ ᑭᗴᖇᖴᗴᑕT ᑭᗴᗩᖇ ( 양 정원 🌙 )

pairing: jungwon x gn!reader

warnings:food,

genre: fluff fluff and more fluff

wc:0.8K

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inspired by beadaboobee’s “the perfect pair” ( such a good song!)

“won” you spoke as you sharply turn your head up to face your boyfriends who was currently lying beside you on your sofa watching funny monkey videos on YouTube.

“yeah babe” he responded eyes still glued on the monkey

“this might sound random but do you think we have any pears?”you questioned before reviving a rather questionable side eye from him.

“hey! Don’t Side eye me!” You yelled playfully before a pout grew on your lips.

“I’m just joking” he chuckled “but i don’t think we have any pears around here” jungwon sighed before quickly standing up

“Where are you going” you frowned not wanting your boyfriend to leave.

he zipped up his jacket before saying “I’m gonna go get you a pear”

“No no no! It’s fine you don’t have too I don’t even want one anymore!” you responded quickly not wanted to be an inconvenience to him

“you sure you don’t want one anymore?” He raised one eyebrow

“Yeah I’m sure” you said even though you most definitely still wanted a pear

“Well riki asked me to go meet him before he goes back to Japan for a week so Im gonna get going anyway” jungwon muttered

“Oh well have fun” you replied trying to make it sound like you were happy that he was leaving to go hang out with Niki

“I’ll try, Niki can get a bit goofy sometimes” you boyfriend sighed before making his way back over to you and placing a long kiss right on your lips

After a while he broke the kiss before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and Whispering in that same ear

“I’ll be back soon baby ,mkay?”

you nodded hopping that he wouldn’t be able to tell that you didn’t want him to leave

“Bye wonnie..” you muttered under your breath as you heard the door slam.

You tried to entertain yourself but you ended up getting bored quickly therefore you decided your best option was to take a nap, you placed your head down on the pillow and before you knew it you were fast asleep

*BANG* you felt yourself jolt awake at the sudden noise

“Babe I’m back!” You heard your boyfriends voice say from the kitchen After connecting the dots you were able to use your sleeping brain to come to the conclusion that jungwon had just got back from hanging out with Niki and that the Big Bang was the front door.

You smiled before making your way to the kitchen

“There you are!” He yelled excitedly before opening his arms for you signaling he wanted a hug

You happily ran into his arms before smiling into his chest

“How was Niki?” You asked him curious to know if there was any hot gossip going around.

“Actually I didn’t meet Niki i did something else that was very important” jungwon declared with a sense of pride in his eyes

“Go on” you uttered

“I got you something” he smirked before taking out a box of pears from a bag

“YOU GOT ME PEARS?!?! But I told you not to get me them :(“ you frowned

“Yeah but I know you better then that, I know you 100000% wanted those pears so I had to get them” jungwon muttered

“thank you thank you thank you!!!! I wa s really craving these today” you ranted before opening up the large box and grabbing a pear, just as you were about to take a bite jungwon grabbed your arm.

“Before you get stinky pear breath can I have a thank you kiss?” He pouted cutely and you couldn’t help but give him what he wanted

After your little thank you make out sesh kiss jungwon said something that almost made you drop your pear to the ground

“Y’know I had to drive for over an hour to find a box of pears. is there some kind of trend going on that involves pears?”

“YOU DROVE FOR HOW LONG?!?!” You gasped in shock “and no there is no trend I just really wanted some, but anyway back to the first topic, why did you drive that long to get me pears?” You frowned feeling bad that you unintentionally made you boyfriend drive around the whole city looking for a fruit.

“Why wouldn’t i I’ve got to get the perfect pears for my perfect pair”

Jungwon smirked as he spoke

“You definitely practiced that on your 1 hour pear expedition” you giggled “still can’t believe you did that tho”

“Anything for you” he sighed before picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom for a cute cuddle session

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[adriennebarnes]

There’s A Frog In My Hand

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Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary:after scrolling on TikTok, Enid decides to try the trend on Ajax and tells Y/N to do it on Xavier so Enid can compare their reactions.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Xavier because he’s just the cutest, very fluffy, implied Ajax x Enid

Y/N was walking to the quad when she heard someone yell her name. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, I gotta show you something!” Y/N turned around and saw that it was her best friend, Enid. Enid tan as fast as she could and almost bumped into Y/N. “Sorry. I was on TikTok and I was looking at couple trends so I can do some with Ajax, and look at what I came across.” Enid told Y/N. They both sat down at a table in the quad before Enid played the video.

In the video, there was a couple on the bed, the first girl said to her girlfriend that there was an invisible flea in her hand and that it was going to do 3 backflips. After doing the backflips, the first girl asked her girlfriend to hold his little hat as he does more backflips. Then the first girl asked her girlfriend if she really believe that there is a flea in her hands. The girlfriend says no and the first girl asks “then why are you holding his little hat?” And the girlfriend answers “because you asked me to!”

“It’s literally so fucking cute!! You should try that with Xavier.” Enid tells Y/N. “Do you really think Xavier will go along with there being an invisible flea in my hand?” Y/N asks. “Well it doesn’t have to me a flea, I’ve seen people say there was a frog in their hand, a cricket, it could be anything really. I’m gonna try it with Ajax and see his reaction. I’m gonna say flea because I’m a werewolf so that’s easy.” Enid commented as she puts her phone away.

“Then I guess I’ll choose that there’s a frog. I’m naming the frog though.” Y/N commented. “Only you would name an imaginary frog. I wonder how different Ajax and Xavier would react to having an invisible animal in our hands.”Enid said. “I honestly think Ajax would just be asking a lot of questions.” Y/N said, the girls started laughing and that’s when Y/N felt someone cover her eyes.

“Guess who.” The voice said. “Could it be Nevermore’s resident tortured artist?” Y/N guessed and Xavier uncovered her eyes and gave her a forehead kiss. “I expected you so say your super hot boyfriend but that works too.” Xavier said as he sat down beside Y/N. “What were you girls talking about?”

“About nothing, cariño. My parents wanted me to invite you to dinner Saturday night, by the way. My mom is making tallarines saltado, It’s gonna be really good.” Y/N mentioned. “That’s spaghetti, right?” Xavier asked, making sure he got his Spanish right. “Yeah, It’s spaghetti. So is that a yes?” Y/N asked hopefully. “Yeah for sure. I gotta go find Ajax, see you later, angel.” Xavier said, kissing her forehead. When Xavier was far from the table, Enid started talking again.

“So I was thinking you record the video on your phone, and then you can send it to me so I can post it on my gossip site. I will also post my video with Ajax and we’ll have a poll of who’s the better boyfriend. Do you accept the challenge, L/N?” Enid said, holding out her hand to Y/N. “Challenge accepted, Sinclair.”

After classes were over, Y/N went to Xavier’s dorm. “Mi amor, It’s me, Can i come in?” Y/N asked. Xavier opened the door so she could come in. They greeted each other with a kiss and Y/N walked in and sat on Xavier’s bed. “To what do I owe the pleasure, milady?” Xavier said in a bad British accent as he bowed down. Y/N laughed and hit him lightly on the arm. “No seas payaso (don’t be silly), Enid showed me this couples video today, do you want to try it with me?” Y/N asked Xavier.

“Sure babe, let me take a shower then we can do it, okay.” Xavier said and kissed her forehead before he went to the bathroom so he can shower. Like 15 minutes later he’s out and dressed. “Okay I’m ready.” Xavier said. “Great, I’m gonna record it if that’s okay to prove to Enid I did it” Y/N said and Xavier nodded his head. Y/N propped her phone on his dresser, leaning against his cologne bottle and Y/N pressed record.

“Okay, Xavi, so there’s a frog in my hands, okay? His name is Rogelio.” Y/N said. “Why is his name Rogelio?” Xavier asked. “I was watching Shrek 2 in Spanish, okay. Anyway, Rogelio is going to do 3 backflips.” Y/N said, keeping her eyes on Xavier. Xavier nodded. “Okay Rogelio, do your thing, buddy.” “1, 2, 3” as Y/N counted Rogelio’s backflips, she also moved her head as if following his backflips, Xavier did the same.

“Can you hold his jacket for him?” Y/N asked, showing Xavier her cupped hand. “Yeah sure, Rogelio must be feeling hot after doing 3 backflips in a row.” Xavier commented, he went to your hands and moved his hands as if taking the jacket off of the frog. “He’s gonna do 3 backflips again. 1, 2, 3.” Y/N said. “He did a double backflip at the end! Rogelio, you are a very talented frog, you must be exhausted.” Xavier commented, Y/N wanted to laugh so bad, Xavier is just the cutest. “Does Rogelio want his jacket back? It’s a very nice jacket, actually.”

“Okay, Xavi, here’s a question for you. Do you really believe there’s a frog in my hands?” Y/N asked him. “Well you told me there’s a frog in your hands and I’m holding his jacket. He’s probably an invisible frog.” Xavier said, Y/N giggled. “Querido, how would I get an invisible frog?” Y/N asked him. “I Can anímate anything I draw and you’re asking me if it’s possible to have an invisible frog?” Xavier countered.

“We’re getting off the subject. Do you really think there is a frog in my hands.” Y/N asked. “Probably not.” Xavier said, finally. “Then why are you holding Rogelio’s jacket?” Y/N asked. “Because you asked me to, love.” Xavier said laughing, Y/N laughed too and hugged Xavier, hiding her face in his chest and Xavier kissed the top of her head. When they were done, Y/N stopped the video.

“Did I do the video right?” Xavier asked Y/N. “Yes, you did it perfectly, mi vida.” Y/N said. Y/N grabbed her phone and sent the video to Enid. A free minutes later, Enid replied to her

Enid: AWW 🥰😍🥰😍 HE IS THE SWEETEST!

The next day, when Y/N was walking to the quad, everyone stared at her, mostly the girls and all she heard was “you’re so lucky!” “He’s so sweet!” “Your boyfriend is adorable.” And so on. When Y/N at a table, Xavier approached her. “Hey, love, did you see Enid’s gossip site?” Xavier asked. “No, not really. I knew she was gonna post it but I didn’t know when, why?” Y/N asked.

“Everyone is commenting that we’re the best couple. That and that I’m totally whipped for you. I mean I am, but still.” Xavier said, putting his arm around your shoulders. “At least now everyone knows we’re dating, that should keep your jealous fits in check.” Y/N commented and Xavier just laughed. “Ha ha, very funny. Come one, let’s go to class.” Xavier said as he grabbed Y/N’s backpack to carry it for her and held her hand while they walk to class. Maybe Xavier is whipped for Y/N but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Should this be my brand? Just writing Hispanic Reader fanfics? Let me know!

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[fernsnailz]

i love reading your sonic loreposts i was wondering if you could please explain archie charmy to me, i have heard stuff and i am so curious but i am not a comics in general kinda person. the lsd poisoned friend or the brain damage literally just anything that happens to him your pick

hi anon i’m just going to go over everything that happens to archie charmy pre-reboot so i hopefully never have to talk about it after this. i'm sorry i'm so so sorry

Archie Charmy is subject to a lot of controversy and discussion because despite his limited role in the comics, he goes through some of the most batshit insane character and plot beats in the whole series (and that you’ve already mentioned). I’ll be skimming over some of the more boring parts, but the wild stuff I'll go pretty in-depth with.

I’ll also be attempting to explain WHY all of this happens to Charmy Bee of all characters, taking into account the context of the story, what was happening behind the scenes in the writer’s room, and even comic trends in general. I want to try and keep away from the very reactionary “wow archie sonic is sooooo crazy” discussion that happens around this stuff and hopefully provide a little more useful analysis. i talk about comic PSAs for a while so be warned

There are some very, very important content warnings that are coming with Archie Charmy lore: warning for non-consensual drug use and overdose (specifically LSD), child death, genocide, implied ableism, memory loss, implied age regression, breif homophobia mention (not related to charmy)

this is going to be a very long one. charmy lore under the cut

INTRODUCTION - CHAOTIX

Charmy Bee’s first appearance in Archie Sonic is in the Knuckles’ Chaotix special, which adapts the first game he appeared in. This issue introduces the entire Chaotix cast (six new characters) in a mere four pages, so Charmy doesn’t make much of an impression other than “bee who likes to explore and adventure.” He lacks that annoying little brother personality that he has in most Sonic media, and he’ll often speak with language that feels extremely out of character for the Charmy that most people know.

This is because this version of Charmy is based off of his character description from the Knuckles’ Chaotix game manual. Despite the series being based off of the video game franchise, the Archie Sonic writers were often given very little information about upcoming game releases from SEGA when they were asked to adapt them into the comics. Often they had to go digging for the canonical materials themselves - for example, the only way they were able to adapt Sonic Adventure into the comics is because Patrick Spaziante (one of the comic’s artists) had a Japanese version of the game that he bought himself. They had no English translation and zero guidance from SEGA, so they had to attempt to piece the story together without SEGA's help. This was the case with most of the game adaptations, and it was honestly a miracle that they had access to the manual for Knuckles’ Chaotix at all.

There’s just one problem: the manual for Knuckles’ Chaotix describes a version of Charmy that is very, very different from the one we know of today. It describes a 16-year old that is… sophisticated?

(sorry for the low quality, there aren't many images of the manual. also fun fact, there was no age for Charmy listed in the original Japanese manual)

Charmy's differing age and personality will lead to many, many problems, as the writers decided to give the “sophisticated” Charmy darker stories. This brings us to the Knuckles the Echidna mini-series.

The Knuckles mini-series is. Bad. Charmy Bee is certainly there for the first few issues (as are most of the Chaotix), but he doesn’t get much focus until issue 13.

I don’t know how to put this in a way that doesn’t sound extremely blunt: This is the issue where Charmy’s best friend overdoses on LSD and dies.

PART 1 - MELLO

Charmy's best friend is named Mello Bee. This is his first and last appearance in the series.

Mello started feeling strange on their return trip from Happyland, a sketchy theme park that recently reopened under new management. Charmy isn't sure why Mello died, but Constable Reminton (essentially the sheriff of Echidnopolis) reveals that there have been a series of cases similar to Mello's - cases where people were suffering from… Lemon Sundrop Dandelion poisoning.

The Chaotix go to Happyland to see if they can find the source of the poisoning, but what they don't know is that it's actually laced into the food. The manager of Happyland, Renfield T. Rodent, has been lacing the park's chili dogs with LSD in hopes of making everyone addicted to them. However, the amount of LSD he's been putting into the food is too much for most people to handle. This is probably the most insane paragraph I've had to write for one of these loreposts

Unknown to the Chaotix, they all start eating the chili dogs during their investigation (except for Julie-Su and Knuckles, who is absent) and start tripping balls.

Continuing the story into issue 14, Charmy’s LSD trip reveals that he’s actually the prince of a bee colony and has been running away from his responsibilities as a member of the royal family.

Charmy is knocked out for the rest of this arc as he goes through his trip - they have to operate on him and some other stuff happens I guess (Julie-Su gets thrown off of a roof, Knuckles fights some guys in a desert, Vector is a misogynist, stuff like that). At the end of issue 15, Charmy learns from his trip and returns to his family, temporarily leaving the Chaotix to return to his royal duties. Mello's family and his all mourn Mello's death and bury him back at their home.

So. What was the fucking point of all that

In the long-term, Charmy returning home to his family essentially writes him out of the story for a while. Knuckles the Echidna issue 15 released in 1998, and Charmy doesn't really return until 2001. While I'm not entirely sure what the reason for this was, there were so many members of the Chaotix that I honestly think this was an okay decision.

However, there's one very important question left to answer: Why was LSD and a drug overdose included in this arc at all?

When I first read this arc, I had a burning thought that I couldn't get out of my mind:

PART 1.5 - wait is this an anti-drug PSA?

(if you want to avoid me talking in-depth about the abilities of LSD and my ramble about comic PSAs for a while, you can skip to PART 2 where I continue the Charmy lore)

Comic PSAs (Public Service Announcements) and propaganda are a fundamental part of the medium’s history, whether it be to aid their country’s war efforts, give health information to their readers, or warn kids about the dangers of drug abuse. While a comic being used as a PSA isn’t inherently a bad thing, it’s usually VERY obvious. One of the most interesting ones I've found is a PSA that features Green Lantern debunking misinformation about the AIDS crisis. The image quality isn’t great, but the comic doesn’t hold back when talking about how the AIDS crisis is spreading homophobic ideology - if you read this, you know it’s a PSA and you know what message it’s trying to send. Sometimes propaganda can be subtle, but PSAs are usually loud.

(cw: homophobia)

This is why anti-drug PSAs are so common and so remembered - they’re over the top, they’re blunt (lol), and they have a very specific message they’re trying to send. For example, there’s an issue of New Teen Titans from 1983 that introduce a character called the Protector to teach kids about drug awareness where the issue literally starts with the Teen Titans in an auditorium telling kids about a dangerous drug. This issue also includes some bad trip imagery, and it’s uh… honestly i kinda love this

Anti-drug PSAs usually don’t work for this very reason - showing how a drug affects fictional characters can increase interest in the substance, and a single superhero telling someone to stop smoking is not going to break someone’s addiction.

So. Is Knuckles the Echidna issues 13-15 an anti-drug PSA?

Probably not, but if it is it’s doing a fucking terrible job of it

Some of the main factors of a PSA are the information it's presenting, the opinion it wants the consumer to develop, and the bluntness of its presentation. While this part of the Knuckles series is certainly over the top, the rest of these factors are really muddy. First, anti-drug PSAs usually don’t create a fake drug to replace the one they’re advising against. An anti-weed campaign will just tell you that weed is bad because that’s the opinion it wants you to walk away with. So when Knuckles issue 13 introduces a substance called “Lemon Sundrop Dandelion” and never actually refers to it as LSD, it’s less of a message about “drug bad” and more just a sly nudge and wink that goes “hey you see that? yeah, that’s drug.”

Then there’s the problem that there isn’t really much of a lesson to be had from these issues regarding drug use. Yes, Mello dies horrifically of an overdose, but most of the cast is able to walk off the trip like it’s nothing. Charmy needs to be operated on, but the doctors literally treat it like it’s fucking NOTHING

he's literally talking about how he told a patient that couldn't afford surgery to go to the butcher like HUH?????

In fact, Charmy’s trip seems to help him in the long run - he’s forced to face his past, and eventually returns to his family because of the literal guilt trip he has. It’s a fundamental part of his character arc.

This isn’t to say that I wish these issues were explicitly drug PSAs - I bring all of this up because these issues were released in 1998, in an era where the anti-drug movement was arguably at its peak. The people working on these comics would KNOW its content is similar to and even promotes the anti-drug movement. While I don't consider these issues to be an anti-drug PSA, they can definitely serve as anti-drug propaganda.

With this in mind, considering Knuckles the Echidna as a form of propaganda really opens up how utterly terrible these issues are. These comics can be genuinely harmful pieces of anti-drug propaganda because the way they use LSD to advance they plot is untrue to how the drug actually works and relies entirely on fear mongering. While LSD can be laced into other substances like drinks, it probably wouldn't last long in cooked meat - LSD usually degrades at higher temperatures, and telling comic readers that they need to be afraid of LSD-laced fair food is fucking stupid and likely based on false urban legends. Not only that, but Renfield T. Rodent’s plot to addict everyone to his LSD chili dogs is also fucking stupid because LSD is not considered an addictive substance. It can be extremely dangerous at high or multiple doses, but LSD does not normally lead to compulsive use.

I don’t talk about all of this to be a cinemasins guy or to nitpick a comic from 1998, and I also don't want to imply that PSAs can't spread lies and misinformation (anti-drug PSAs famously over-exaggerate things). I bring all of this up to show an ineffective and possibly dangerous use of something that could be considered anti-drug propaganda. Spreading blatantly untrue information and placing false fears into a reader’s mind is truly incompetent on the writer’s behalf, especially considering that this comic was targeted at kids. And that’s not even mentioning that there’s barely any moral to all of this. There’s no lesson and they never talk about this again.

Do I think this was all intentional on the behalf of the writers? I have no idea. I have no goddamn idea what they were thinking with this one, and I honestly don't think much thought was put into this arc at all. Maybe this was a strange attempt to make a Sonic-themed anti-drug PSA, maybe they were just inspired by the drug PSAs of their time when writing this, or maybe they just did not care. I don't know man. Anti-drug propaganda is stupid and it doesn't work and these comics drive me crazy

alright enough of that. let's talk about genocide

PART 2 - SAFFRON

don’t worry this part will be shorter (cheering and clapping)

Like I mentioned a while back, Charmy is essentially written out of the story for a while after the Mello incident. While living in the Golden Hive Colony, he reunites with another friend, Saffron Bee. Saffron becomes Charmy’s girlfriend, and they’re together for basically the rest of the comic. Usually if Charmy shows up, Saffron is there too.

(image of Charmy and Saffron I stole from... the Shipping Wiki??)

They eventually return to help Chaos Knuckles, a green version of Knuckles who is uh. Kinda going through it. Not much important Charmy lore needs to be discussed here, but some of his actions do eventually lead to him creating a genocidal villain that will cause many problems later. Don’t worry about it.

Things are quiet for a while for Charmy and Saffron. That is, until Eggman attacks their colony and wipes out most of its population.

Charmy and Saffron are the only survivors we see from the Golden Hive Colony. Eggman transforms the colony into a new base and traps its residents in an invention of his called the Egg Grapes - basically, he puts Mobians in these little pods that sap all of their life force, powering his empire. Most people do not survive the Egg Grapes.

The two bees return to join the Chaotix for a little while, and the rest of the Chaotix confirm that the Golden Hive Colony and its residents are truly gone. Espio destroys what’s left of the colony so Eggman can’t use it as a base, and no other survivors from the colony are found.

So. yeah what the fuck

Archie Sonic is known to have a LOT of characters - I’ve talked about the sheer number of echidnas the series has before, but there are a lot of characters that have massive extended families. The arc where Mello died introduced like eight new bee characters, but most of them were background characters that didn’t need to stick around.

Most people cite writer Ian Flynn’s debut to the series as when a lot of these unneeded/background characters were written out or killed off, and I agree since one of his objectives as a writer was to tighten up the story. However, the trend of “Archie background characters getting killed off or written out” started a little bit before he joined the team. There’s the destruction of the Golden Hive, and many echidnas in this arc suffer from the horrors of war - a number die off after Charmy and Saffron rejoin the Chaotix. yeah it's kinda fucked up

This is the second major arc where Charmy has lost people close to him - first Mello, and now his entire family and kingdom. The same goes for Saffron - they only have each other left. I mean the Chaotix are also there but still, trauma is trauma

How could it get any worse?

PART 3 - CHARMY

Remember how Archie Charmy is based off of the Knuckles’ Chaotix manual? The one that said he was sophisticated and 16?

This is about to cause a few problems.

At this point, it’s around 2007. The Knuckles’ Chaotix manual is terribly outdated, and most versions of Charmy within canon are 6 year-old kids. Charmy is known to be the annoying comedic relief, which is the exact opposite from how he’s portrayed in Archie Sonic.

So when SEGA asked writer Ian Flynn to change Archie Sonic to be like his video game counterpart, the solution was uh. well. it could have been handled better

Like how he obliterated the Golden Hive Colony, Eggman’s next target to destroy is Knothole, the city where Sonic and the Freedom Fighters all live. It’s a surprise to all of the residents, and he manages to teleport most of the population into his Egg Grapes. Before Sonic can save them, Eggman singles out Charmy to be used as an example of how the Egg Grapes work.

Sonic and friends manage to get Charmy out, but not before the damage is already done. In the limited amount of time the Grape sapped his life force, Charmy’s memory was partially wiped and personality changed forever. After this, Charmy has very little memory of the Golden Hive Colony at all, only seeming to remember Saffron and his friends. His becomes much more child-like, similar to his game counterpart.

the fucking sigh i just sighed

For clarification, Charmy is still 16. The only thing that was altered was his mind, with the intention to make his personality more in-line with his goofy video game counterpart. The problem is that giving a character brain damage to turn them into a comedic relief character is fucked up and unintentionally ableist.

This is something that writer Ian Flynn identified pretty early and openly regrets (I’m not sure what the source of that statement is, I’m assuming an episode of Bumblekast but I’m don’t know which one. I’ll edit this if I find it). Because of this, he mostly kept Charmy out of any comedic situations for the rest of the series. Charmy has a very limited role in the series after this until the reboot, only appearing sporadically and in one Sonic Universe arc. When he does show up, his childish demeanor is usually met with the patience of the Chaotix and their sad expressions.

Although the intention was to make Archie Charmy more like his game counterpart, in practice I honestly think this action only made Archie Charmy even MORE distant from his game character. From the Egg Grape incident to the reboot, Archie Charmy’s trauma never leaves my mind and leaves me feeling strangely hollow.

CONCLUSION - WHAT THE FUCK

I find the Archie Sonic series unfathomably fascinating. While I love the series, I can’t deny that most of the events I went over are poorly handled by the writing team and leave the series with such a strange legacy. With Archie Sonic, it’s often incredibly easy to see the biases of the writers and how they affect the characters and stories, leading to some genuinely fucked up moments that could have easily been avoided in my opinion.

Archie Charmy was really one of the characters that got it the worst, but it's honestly so strange that all of this happened to him specifically. The fact that all of this shit happens to a silly little bee is so, so Archie Sonic to me. Charmy is such a simple character to understand - he's a funny kid who's kinda annoying and hard to handle. So when I look back and see the 3,000+ words I just wrote about Archie Charmy... fucking hell why did i do that

In conclusion. I am sorry and do not become a comics person

thanks for reading if you got this far. as always let me know if i need to tag any other content warnings or if there was anything i got wrong! alright good night tristate area

#PLEASE read all of the content warnings before opening the pandora's box of charmy lore #this one's a hell of a read i am so sorry #sonic loreposting #cw drug use #cw overdose #cw child death #cw genocide #cw ableism #cw memory loss #cw age regression #i actually really enjoyed talking about comic psas and propaganda its very interesting to me #long post