#let me go tend to my nosebleed

[skzflix]

lot of thoughts and no thoughts at the same time

#chan #stray kids #bystay #createskz #kpopgfxnetwork #kpopco #skz #bang chan #staysource #staycompany #*skz #*gifs #*chan #dreamytag #vilmatrack #useroro #head emoty but also screaming #like idk for starters why the stay commented that butb then im like chan????? /nosebleed/ #let me go tend to my nosebleed

[island-in-the-shadows]

On Felix Catton & Disgust/Desire

I had been waiting for a long while now to write this post. I wanted to do another full re-watch before I got into it because the ideas for this have been sitting in my mind for a long time. This is going to be a long post and, hopefully, not super pretentious. Most of us fans of Saltburn know, to some degree or another, that the core themes of the film revolve around disgust, desire, and obsession. And the biggest entry point to discuss this is the actions of our protagonist, Oliver Quick re the object of his disgust/desire/obsession Felix Catton.

I've written before that I believe that Oliver did know Felix and that Felix was emotionally vulnerable and candid with Oliver. I further stated that we, the audience, are forbidden from knowing the details of this intimacy because Oliver does not want us to truly know Felix. This means that the bits we get of Felix are small and very subtle. It means that we can interpret Felix's core personality, true intent, true desires in a litany of ways. My opinion is, realistically, no more valid than anyone else's. But for today, I wanted to discuss what I view, from the bits that we get, is Felix's relation with the core themes of the film. And, because I saw a truly heinous takes about a different fandom I'm in and I don't want to think about it, my brain said: hey...let's talk about Felix Catton and his disgust and desire.

Pt. 1: "Only rich people can afford to be this filthy."

When Oliver says the above, he and Felix are in Felix's messy and disgusting dorm room at Oxford. When you take a closer look at the room (which I admit was difficult on my first few views because Felix is lit and positioned to take all of your focus), it is a total shit show. There's clothes everywhere, empty containers everywhere, other unidentifiable debris...honestly wouldn't shock me if there was some used condom somewhere. We know from Oliver that, not only does it look like chaos, it smells terrible. However, Felix is unbothered. He is concerned only with the heat which, in this case, is an external force that he cannot control no matter his good looks, his charms, his pedigree, or his money. By what we see, Felix is quite happy and content in the filth. It is only when Oliver points out the filth and points out that Felix won't take care of it, that Felix reacts negatively.

Felix, as we know, is very accustomed to his messes being cleaned up for him. Before we even get to Saltburn it's a safe assumption to make. Prior to college/uni, he would've gone to some posh boarding school or other. I doubt that they were made to clean everything in boarding school (though if any of you know please let me know). We also know that wealthy people tend to have hired staff who clean for them. This is a young man who has never had to clean up his spilled milk and it has never even occurred to him to do it.

However, the important bit to note is not that Felix is messy and that it doesn't occur to him to clean. What's important to note is that the mess simply does not bother him. Just because he is born to extreme wealth and privilege does not mean that he would have to be this way. There's been germaphobe rich people or people who prefer to have a minimalistic space or any number of things. Regardless of wealth, some people are fine with mess and some people require mess to be done away with immediately. Felix is in the former category. He certainly must notice the mess at some point (even if, clearly, he's nosebleed to it) but he is comfortable in his space.

This is also true of his room at Saltburn. We barely see it, I know, but let's take a look at that glossy af pic of it from the Architectural Digest Article...

There is crap EVERYWHERE. The more you look at it the more crap you find. You can't even say that it's perfectly clean either because there's dirty clothes in spots, there's multiple pillows on the ground, there's a random used water glass, there's either toilet paper or paper towels on the night stand, the bed isn't perfectly made, I could go on. Chaos and filth and mess is, technically, Felix's natural habitat. It's the kind of mess that is surrounded by opulence, certainly, but it's still a mess.

Only rich people can afford to be this messy because they can also dictate when and where their staff cleans. Presumably, there are things in Felix's bedroom (perhaps the toilet paper/paper towels which have a...purpose) which he has instructed Duncan to leave alone. Or Elspeth has put terms for how often the maids come in the rooms. It could be framed in a multitude of ways. The point stands that Felix can exist in these chaotic and, even, disgusting spaces because he chooses to be. What his privilege does, then, is afford him absence from judgment.

We see the staff at Saltburn clean up after the party. We see that they quietly replaced a broken mirror before anyone can question the cracks. We never see the staff judge. Do they? Certainly they must, we all have opinions. But do they express their judgement to the masters of the house? No. It's not their place to do so. They are considered staff and therefore their opinions do not come into play for the Cattons nor would they want to hear them. Even Duncan's genuine unease and grief after Felix dies is mostly kept under control. He's not paid to express his emotions or his thoughts, after all.

And why go into all of this? Because Felix is content to live in the mess, to revel in the gross and in some version of the abject. What Felix cannot handle is being confronted with his pleasure. To me, this (along with wanting to separate Oliver from staff when the younger boy starts actively cleaning) is the main reason why he snaps when Oliver points out the disgusting state of the dorm. He does not need or want to know how he fits outside a specific role that he was born to play and, likely, believes he has to play. Even if it didn't occur to him to clean, he could've used his wealth and influence to find someone to clean for him. But he didn't. Because it doesn't bother him. Oliver being bothered and pointing out that Felix is so wealthy that he can live in the filth is what bothers him, instead.

Pt. 2 "Was it? Was it awful?"

I am going to keep this section short, because there have been much better posts about this and I, personally, go back and forth on this all the time. Regardless, Felix having an interest in a made up fantasy of a shitty childhood and what he can, likely, envision as some Dickensian nightmare of a situation falls into his relation to disgust and desire. What Felix knows of true poverty and addiction likely comes from media or exaggerated stories from people who have been in contact with someone who was an addict or something to that extent. His imagination must be running wild with theories. And while I do think that he did have good intentions regarding Oliver when it comes to this, his demeanour also shows an attraction to the grotty aspects of it. Oliver only ever calls him out on this, to a degree, in the maze. Before this, Felix can be interested in what he imagines is the horror of Oliver's childhood but not be caught out as being a tragedy whore or someone with a saviour complex or anything else, because his interest is not being pointed out. Again, he has an interest or desire for mess and chaos as long as it is not pointed out.

Pt. 3 "You're supposed to be here with me."

Let's, briefly, talk about queerness. Let's talk about how Felix has an image to maintain. How he has expectations put upon him. Yes, he has privilege and wealth beyond understanding, but these things often have a tradeoff. Celebrities, for example, have to forfeit a lot of their privacy. Royalty and nobility (regardless of country) often forfeit chunks of their privacy and the possibility of living outside of a script (publicly, at any rate). Felix CANNOT go off script.

He is implied to be the heir to Saltburn and everything that comes with it: money, land, title, expectations. Like in the days of old, it's probably expected of him to produce an heir. It's also expected of him to marry a lady from his class in order to produce said heir. And, back in 2006/7, people were less acceptating of LGBTQ+ people that they are now, and Same-Sex marriage was not a thing in the UK and it wouldn't be for another 7 or so years. So Farleigh, who will inherit nothing and only ever be given scraps, can embrace his queerness; Felix cannot.

Personally, I believe that Felix did have some sort of interest in Oliver. It's not just in the fact that he is possessive of Oliver to the point of disregarding his family. It's in all the Bambi eyed looks that we see Felix give Oliver. You could argue that these are exaggerations from Oliver but then, how do you explain the POV shots we get of Felix looking at Oliver? How they are also romance coded, lustful, pinky and fluffy? There is something there. To what extent there was something is pure conjecture. But, I personally believe that he had some kind of feelings for Oliver but could not express those feelings and, to an extent, found his feelings for Oliver disgusting.

Even if his mother is, in her way, tolerant of queer people, this does not mean that she would be ok with Felix being with a man. I doubt his father, who is in his 60s at the time, would be any happier about it. Again, Felix needs to have an heir and take over Saltburn. So, at most, they would've tolerated that Felix had a "friend" tucked away somewhere that Felix could go to every so often. Queerness is not the desired outcome and so, at some point, Felix would've had to separate any feelings from the matter. And, hypothetically, in boarding school any hand jobs etc. from other boys would be viewed as part of a norm that exists within the realm of "no homo."

So, given he has been emotionally intimate with Oliver and, given that he has felt more for Oliver than he probably thinks he should, he feels disgust as much as he feels desire. He can, and personally I think does, want Oliver, but feels disgusted by his feelings and has a strong desire to keep them channeled in the "appropriate" way. Just the same, he gets jealous and he does not want to share. He cannot abide by Oliver being free to pursue another partner (guarantee he would be equally as incensed if he had found out about Farleigh and it probably would've slightly registered had Oliver actually slept with Indabel). It's specifically a slap in the face that it's Venetia who has done this kind of thing before and who is allowed to be physical with these friends of Felix's with whom Felix does not feel he could or should be physically intimate. Thus, the possession and the jealousy and the spurned wife behaviour of it all.

Pt. 4 "You make my fucking blood run cold."

Bref, I think Felix had good intentions but poor thinking skills when he wanted to take Oliver to his parents' house. Multiple posts have discussed this bit and I do think he wanted to further trauma bond with Oliver the way they further trauma bonded when Oliver's dad "died", afterwards, per the script, they were "closer than ever." And then they had that intimate moment on the bridge and spent some time there completely alone instead of being at a giant party. I think he thought that the experience would bring them closer and that he would be there to, in his way, protect Oliver. And I still think this plays in to all the little ways in which Felix desires disgust and is disgusted by his desires. But he does it anyway.

The betrayal of trust and intimacy that follows has to feel like a bomb has gone off in Felix's mind. But what's worse for him, again this is solely my opinion, is that he still desires Oliver regardless. It might not have fully formed in his head and he then dulled it with drugs and alcohol and with his shoddy attempt at fucking Indabel in the maze, but possibly the inkling of why Oliver lied the way he did had entered his brain. Oliver already tried to explain. Told Felix in the hallway when they got back that he wanted to be Felix's friend. And Felix likely relived his entire relationship with Oliver including what Oliver just told him. And, to me, Felix was not entirely opposed to it. He didn't immediately kick out Oliver or cause too much of a fuss. He wanted space. He wanted to not think about it for a while. But Oliver forced his hand.

Again, here we have a Felix who is disgusted by his desire. A Felix who, deep down, knows that he likes that Oliver lied. That he likes that Oliver desires him so much that he would do anything for him. Likes that, despite NEVER wanting anyone to know the most debauched parts of him, Oliver is close to knowing all of his darkest parts and loving him for them just the same. But a Felix who, nonetheless, does not allow himself to revel in the filth once it's pointed out.

And Oliver points it out. In a big way. "Everyone puts on a show for Felix! [...] doesn't this just prove how much of a good friend I actually am? How well I actually know you!" He does know him. Felix knows this. Felix CANNOT go off script. Felix cannot acknowledge his love for things that are disgusting or less than savoury. So too he cannot allow them or acknowledge them here. And then we have something in the script vs. how Jacob actually looked that's what inspired me to write this overly long post in the first fucking place.

This is not the exact beat. Because this is after Felix says his line about his blood running cold. The vibe is the same, though. Regardless...is THAT the fact of disgust? Because to me, that is not disgust. That is some form of desire that most mortals will never experience. But then...it also IS disgust. Because the two are intertwined for him. Because he desires because of the disgust at the situation and at the lengths of debasement Oliver will go to to please him. He is a boy who loves mess and chaos and who makes his home there. And, to whatever extent, his heart could've made a home in the mess and chaos and filth that Oliver brought to the table. Even if Felix has to be disgusted at his desires and prevent them. Even if Oliver took any option or opportunity away from Felix.

Oliver makes his blood run cold, but Felix never said that was a bad thing. And it isn't. Just as Oliver revels in the filth of bodies and their fluids and the inferred possession that comes with them, so too Felix revels in the filth of places and things he shouldn't want and things he can only truly savour in the shadows where no one points them out.

TL;DR Felix is as much of a freak as Oliver is, though in a different way. He is shown to be comfortable and even like messy and gross things but, he only does so when it's not pointed out. He can be, to a point, physically close and emotionally intimate with Oliver and, even partially overlook a betrayal of this intimacy, but only if it's never pointed out. Only if it doesn't break with the expectations and social script on which he has been raised and to which he has to stick. He serves to demonstrate the relationship with disgust and desire as much as Oliver does, but his relation is more subtle and harder to see. And maybe, just maybe, given time, he would've at least bent the script.

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Super sorry for how long this is, I just needed to get it out! Thanks to @ollieapologist for being my biggest cheerleader about this post. Sorry if this is incoherent!

#saltburn #felix catton #cattonquick #super long post #just my two cents #literally I know this can be interpreted in so many ways but it's been rattling around my brain for a WHILE now #now can we get some uni prof to come grade me? lol. I think I did ok #saltburn meta

[strawbby-shortcake]

★ Bruised and Battered [a tyler durden x gn! reader oneshot] ★

Tyler often comes back to the house on Paper Street early in the morning. Sometimes it's three or four in the morning until he's back, if you're lucky, you'll see him stumble in at one or two. You wouldn't call it coming back "home," since this place was rotting away one minute at a time.

Tonight, however, Tyler was back by 12 A.M., which was unusual. He had a large cut on the left side of his face that extended from his eyebrow to the very top of his cheekbone. There was blood splattered across his chest, whether it was his or someone else's, you didn't know. You assumed most of it was his since there was a fresh nosebleed flowing over his lips and chin. You could hear the blood drip onto the old, wooden floor, drop by drop.

"You're back early. What happened?" you asked from the couch.

Tyler didn't respond, he just went to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. He plopped himself onto the opposite side of the couch, slightly facing away from you.

You sighed. "Not even a 'hello?' Come on, Ty, what happened."

He lifted the bottle to his lips and paused before drinking.

"Don't call me that," he said, taking a sip of his beer.

"You're so hot and cold with me. Last week, as soon as you came back, you gave me a hug and started ranting about how to make soap and the philosophy of life- or whatever," you scoffed.

He always did this. He switched up like day and night, so you never expected the same "version" of Tyler.

Tyler grunted and lit a cigarette in response. Maybe he couldn't care less, but what would you know, right?

You got up from your seat and went to find the medical kit in the bathroom. Once you got it, you took a rag from one of the room's floors and brought it back to the couch. Tyler had put his cigarette out on the ash tray and was lying on the couch in an awkward position.

Maybe it was because there was an open wound on his side as well.

"Get up, Tyler," you said bluntly.

He obeyed and sat up; he knew you were going to tend to his wounds one way or another. You got out the rag and wiped up all the blood, put some ointment on his cuts, and bandaged them up.

"You're all bruised and battered...," you whispered.

"Hmm...," Tyler responded.

"Tyler, why won't you just talk to me for once? Let me into your mind, or something. I don't understand you sometimes. One minute you tolerate me and the next it seems like I'm scum to you. Don't you understand how-"

Tyler cut you off by gently placing his palms on either side of your face. His thumb brushed your skin just above your eyebrow.

Your face flushed quickly. "Now I'm REALLY confused. I-"

"Shhh," Tyler cut you off again. "I've got a thousand thoughts running through my head constantly, but the one that always sticks around is 'you.'"

You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth to speak, but he didn't give you a chance.

"You want me to talk, well sweetheart, I talk a lot. You just need to listen."

"I DO listen, what the hell are you talking about?" you snap, prying your face from his hands.

Tyler swiftly grabbed your wrist and held both of your hands in his. He tightened his grip almost violently.

"No, you don't. Listen to my silence. Listen to my eyes when I look at you. Listen to me now," he explained.

His light blue eyes gazed into yours, his expression softening. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. It wasn't forceful. In fact, it even seemed genuine.

"I'm listening, Tyler," you said.

"I left the club early because I missed you. I wanted to see you while you were still awake. I don't like coming back here when you're already in bed. I miss you," Tyler confessed.

"I don't know what this 'club' is but I always look forward to when you come back. Even when you're all bruised and battered," you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He rested his chin on the top of your head and hesitantly hugged you back.

"Tyler?"

"Hmm?"

"I missed you, too."

[END]

#tyler durden #tyler durden x reader #fight club fanfic #fight club #fight club x reader #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #new post #oneshot

[kayforpay]

hi portula anon here !! sorry for not being more specific o_o i was thinking along the lines of vomiting resulting from particularly rough fellatio !! preferably with latula being the giver (and vomiter) . pls and ty !!

It started pretty bland, pretty boring. Latula asked her for help with smoking nip; she wasn't bad in any sense of the word, but she choked and gagged so much that she never really got any benefits from it, and Porrim tended to keep better stuff on hand than Cronus or any of the other idiots in their friend group.

So that's how it started, with them trading a smoke back and forth in Porrim's hive, and when that still irritated Latula's throat, she had, half-joking, offered to shotgun it. Latula agreed, though, and before long, it had devolved into sloppy kissing. Latula giggled into her mouth, and their hair tangled together slightly as they rolled on the couch.

When Porrim moved to bite at Latula's throat, Latula yelped, and started to cough again. "Y'know, Tula." Porrim started, a hand running down Latula's side to grope her ass. "If you practiced with relaxing your throat, you'd be able to stop coughing more easily." It wasn't a lie, exactly, but she didn't think it was exactly true.

"You think so?" She licked her lips, and pushed her hair off her face, along with her glasses. Her leg was sliding up Porrim's side, to wrap around her waist. "I mostly was trying to get some time alone with you."

She smiled, sitting up just enough to stuff a hand under Latula's shirt. It was almost skintight, but she liked how her hand looked under the fabric, pulling it even tighter. "Cute. You can just say that. Now I'm worried about your throat, since we were smoking. " She teased, pressing a kiss to the base of her throat. "I don't want you to cough too much and get a nosebleed or something."

Latula squirmed a little bit to be able to peel her shirt off, unfortunately freeing Porrim's hand on her rumblesphere. "I'm fine. I could, uh, practice relaxing my throat, if you want?" Her lips were smeared already with their lipstick, and Porrim snorted.

"So you want to suck me off, but you didn't wanna say so? I should have been rougher with you, if that's all you wanted." As she said this, she bit Latula's neck, not hard enough to bleed, but enough she knew it would bruise. Hopefully, it would be visible. "I know you don't want me to be gentle, anyway."

She huffed a breath when Latula shoved her back, and immediately leapt forward. It was a little bit of a mood-killer, at first, that Latula was one of those trolls who took the discuss everything first flyers to heart about pitch, but she was used to it now, and it wasn't like she wasn't going to get off anyway. The wrestling being fake wasn't as big a deal, especially since she would throw Latula hard enough that they both tumbled over.

It ended when Porrim pulled a hand back to slap her across the face, just as Latula's hands were digging into her upper arms, trying to pin her to the floor. The slap made Latula fall over, gasping, and she pressed her legs together. Always the fall-girl. Porrim stood up quickly, and hiked the skirt of her dress up to expose the front of her thong.

"Get to work." She grinned, pressing the ball of her foot against the top edge of Latula's sheathe, in the way she knew from experience would keep her bulge trapped inside it. Latula leaned forward, and scratched her nails down Porrim's thighs to pull her panties off. "Cheeky."

Latula opened her mouth, probably to say something snippy, and Porrim yanked her forward with a grip on her horn, smashing her mouth against the mound of her sheathe. Latula groaned, and shoved her tongue painfully into Porrim's sheathe, only stopping when Porrim sunk her claws into her scalp. When Latula switched to light kitten licks, around the edges, she finally released Latula's horn, and let her move a bit on her own.

It only took a moment for her bulge to slither out, wiping a jade streak over Latula's cheek. "Open wide. If you bite me, I'll break your horn." Porrim growled, reaching down with one hand to pull Latula's jaw open. She let her bulge slide into Latula's mouth on its own, only moving her hips when Latula leaned back. "Where do you think you're going?"

Latula's throat constricted around Porrim's bulge, but she managed to swallow around it, even though her eyes watered, mascara smudging around the corners. The next time Latula leaned back, Porrim let her, but wrapped her hands around the back of her head. Her horns were pretty thin, after all, so being too rough on them wouldn't be fun later, and it was already pretty rare Latula wanted anything but soft stuff.

She gasped, coughed, and pulled Porrim's bulge back into her mouth with another groan. As soon as she was able to, Porrim yanked her head forward, slamming her bulge into the back of her throat. Latula gagged, but Porrim kept moving, grinding against the tight constriction of her throat.

She breathed harshly through her nose against Porrim's pelvis, and tried to swallow, her jaw twitching. Porrim pulled her back, let her take one gulp of air, and slammed in again, her nook dripping down her thigh. She had to move her foot off Latula's sheathe, and when Latula tried to moan, presumably from her bulge slipping out, she gagged harder than before.

After another gag, she was shoving at Porrim's hips and skittering back from her. As soon as she pulled back, she retched, doubling over herself. Porrim took a moment to catch on, and by then, she barely managed to grab Latula's hair in time to keep it from getting in her way as she vomited.

It seemed like once she started, she couldn't quite stop herself, same as with the coughing from before, and Porrim had no recourse but to rub her back through the shudders and rolls of her muscles as her puke sunk into the carpet under them. When her stomach was, apparently, empty, Latula still retched, her thighs pressed hard together and her hands curled into white-knuckled fists.

"You alright?" Porrim asked, though it seemed pretty obvious she wasn't. Latula shook her head, and wiped her hand on the back of her hand. It had spattered on her bare chest, and Porrim awkwardly handed over some tissues. "Uh, wanna take a shower?"

#thnks fr th qstns #anon and on and on and on #portula #latula pyrope #porrim maryam #emeto #idk if I did this well lol #its not my kink so I just did my best sowwy

[feraltuxedo]

Good Omens Fic Recs: American AU

Is it weird that, as a Brit, I love reading Good Omens AUs set in America? Perhaps I just find the change of scene a little more exciting. And there's an authenticity to them, a real sense of place that makes these fics so immersive.

Anyway, here are some of my favourites.

Long Haul by snae_b Rating: E Words: 68160 Summary: First time he sees him he’s barreling down 40 like a bat out of hell. Thirty miles outside of Flagstaff and six hours behind schedule. The desert looming large on all sides. Red sand and sage stretching out for miles and miles in front of him. Juniper and pine and gray crag behind him. The flora might be changing but that's about it. Same bone-dry air that gives him nosebleeds. Same cute little cottontails and scrawny jackrabbits darting under his tires. Same two lanes separated by white lines... He checks his speedometer. He hasn't downshifted since the city limits. Sheer luck, that. He's coming up fast on another rig. Flatbed with Vermont plates. Bright white cab with gold wings painted on the side. Anthony Crowley might have gotten out of Missouri, but he hasn't escaped his past. He wears it like a cloak. When he crosses paths with a guardian angel, he starts to learn how to shed it.

Crowley and Aziraphale are truckers. This is one of those concepts that sound so out there that it's hard to imagine it working. But trust me when I say that it does, and the result is an entirely unique and utterly compelling story that takes the dynamics of GO and transfers it to the endless highways of the American midwest. Like all of snae_b's stories, this one is sexy, romantic, beautifully written, and wonderfully plotted from start to finish. Crowley as a nervous young trucker who is just coming to terms with his identity and newfound freedom, and Aziraphale as the older, more experienced trucker whose easy-going outlook on life is helping him with that.

Old Vines by sevdrag Rating: E Words: 189706 Summary: A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.

An absolute fandom classic, which is as much about wine and wine-growing as it is about love. As someone whose taste in wine goes as far as preferring white over red, I found it nonetheless incredibly appealing, and it made me want to actually pay a little more attention to wine as a result. There is a real sense of passion that underlies this story and defines its characters. Crowley's full-body connection to his soil is palpable, Aziraphale's epicureanism is taken to the extreme, but the entire ensemble of characters (and this is very much an ensemble piece) show the same kind of passion for the land, business, wine, and of course their various relationships.

The False and the Fair by Princip1914 Rating: E Words: 173064 Summary: Growing up in the shadow of West Virginia’s Eden Mountain, Aziraphale Wright always expected to work for the family coal mining company. Anthony Crowley, the son of a down-and-out miner, was going to become a pilot and leave town forever. Now, thirty years later, neither of their lives have gone as planned, and an unexpected inheritance brings them back into one another’s orbit. Aziraphale hopes that they can move beyond their shared past, and a high school arrangement that ended in disaster, but he has secrets of his own that threaten their fragile reconnection…

This is a dual-timeline epic that details the beginning romance of Crowley, son of a miner, and Aziraphale, son of a mine owner, and their reconnecting thirty years later when Aziraphale returns to his old hometown to claim a bookshop he inherited. Such a bittersweet slow-burn of a story, in the course of which secrets are uncovered and past actions are atoned for. I absolutely love how human and flawed the characters are, but in particular Aziraphale. This is one of my all-time favourite characterisations of him, and the author does not pull any punches. An emotional rollercoaster with a true sense of melancholy about it.

Hell's Half Acre by Lurlur Rating: E Words: 7266 Summary: Of all the saloons that existed in Hell's Half Acre, Deputy U.S. Marshal Anthony Crowley had a strong preference for the establishment operated by old Sergeant Shadwell. He could be found propping up the bar at the Witch's Tit most afternoons, and at one of its gaming tables almost every night. Being a man of reliable habits was part of his service to the town; people could always find him when they needed him.

An action-packed one-shot that squeezes so many Wild West tropes into less than 10k words. Crowley as the lazy, but competent sheriff with a dark past is a wonderful protagonist, and I loved his dynamic with a gun-toting but faultlessly polite Aziraphale. There is a fun mix of action, humour, romance, and smut in this story that unashamedly revels in its genre: there's gunfights, outlaws, saloons, horses, and everything else you would expect. It's a feast, an absolutely delightful piece of writing.

Put down the apple, Adam, and come away with me by Arokel Rating: M Words: 32045 Summary: Special Agent Anthony Crowley hadn't assumed infiltrating a lesbian convention to sniff out anti-American sentiments would be easy, but he also hadn't banked on an ambiguously-queer academic with peroxide-blonde hair and a talent for seeing right through him.

I have already written more extensively about this fic here. To summarise, it's a stunningly written piece set in 1950's America that's chock-full of longing and repressed feelings, set in a time and place that's evidently very well researched, but feels so entirely natural to the story that you don't even realise how much you've learned about 20th century queer history until you've finished.

#good omens au #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic rec #FeralTuxedo's Good Omens AU Recs #FeralTuxedo's AU Round-Ups

[thewholecrew]

@deathvisited said:  (💔) My muse help washes blood off your muse. — Rykard and Caleb

     “n-no caleb really it’s okay,” rykard began, voice sounding nasally as he pinched the bridge of his nose to try and quell the bleeding. his other hand was covered in blood, holding a tissue against his nostrils as he hurried to the bathroom to try and keep from making anymore of a mess. leaning over the sink he took the tissue away, watching as the sink splashed red looking something similar to a murder scene before turning the water on to try and rinse it down. 

     sometimes he forgot he had chronic nosebleeds because he would rarely have them around caleb which honestly had been a godsend. of course that ended now with the absolute mess he was making of his sink. he would clean it all up, really. and he even said so as caleb came in with a wet cloth of his own. “i can clean myself up it-it’s really okay,” he murmured, cheeks warm with embarrassment as his nose finally began to stop. here, just let me do it. caleb insisted since he already had a warm wet cloth to gently wipe his mouth and under his nose. 

     “c-careful,” he said, almost wincing in anticipation but caleb was as he wiped some of the blood away, rinsing the cloth before going back again where more blood and slowly dripped from his nose once more. ry was still holding the bridge of his nose as he watched caleb tend to him. eventually his face was clean once again, without blood and caleb then wiped most of the blood from rykards stained hand before he washed them himself roughly in the sink. “i can clean all this up...” he murmured, holding his hand out for the wet cloth.

     surprisingly caleb handed it to him though all the while he leaned in to gently kiss rykard, being careful not to bump his sensitive nose. “thank you,” he said a little shyly to his boyfriend, “sorry for the mess... it just uh happens sometimes...” he explained before cleaning up the sink. “oh shit...” he murmured as he finally looked down at himself. “my shirt...” he sighed only to blush and roll his eyes as caleb invited him to simply take it off, that they could wash it. “you just want to see me with my shirt off don’t you?” he countered though still was carefully pulling the shirt over his head. “fine, you win...”

#deathvisited #verse: modern. #rykard novak: answered ask.

[captainderyn]

🖊 each for Raenor, Wulfryn, and Ryn Shepard

Thank you for the ask <3

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Raenor:

Raenor's lute is considered an antique by most human standards, though I'm sure the elves have some special materials they lose so they don't have to remake their stuff every other week with how time passes for them. He got that lute when he returned to Rivendell after the events of Edhelion (or sometime around then). That means that the lute is a few centuries old.

After Wulfwryn learns this she refuses to handle it with anything other than upmost care for fear that she'll do something to break it. Raenor himself barely allows anyone else to handle it as it is so dear to him. It represents his choice to stay in Middle-Earth after one of the greatest tragedies of his life and maintaining that lute is a form of maintaining that hope. He regularly repaints the designs he'd hand painted all those years ago, adding new things the more adventures he's had. There's a tree of Gondor hidden among all the other imagery.

Further on, when Faewryn starts to learn music from her father, Raenor gifts her her first instrument and they paint it together.

Wulfwryn:

Wulfwryn actually never wanted to be involved with any of what is going on in LOTRO. Her winding up in the position she's in is total happenstance. She was just following leads trying to find Aragorn as her last ditch "my homeland (Gondor) feels like it's falling down around me and there's this One Myth about this One Dude" and when she gets thrown into the brigand's jail near Archet the last thing she expects is to be saved by the very man she was hunting for (though she doesn't learn that til later).

Frankly, half of what she does for the events of LOTRO are because of her sworn loyalty to her Future King, not out of a selfless need to save everything that's going wrong. Yes, she wants to help those in need, yes she cares deeply about the people she wishes to help, but her main driving force at least to begin with was not altruism. If Aragorn had not been wrapped up in what was happening, she probably wouldn't be either.

(Neither would Raenor, for that matter, he's there because he needs to settle 600 y/o trauma related to Skorgrim returning. After that he's there because of Wulfwryn and the fact that he can't turn a blind eye to the world's suffering. He's the more altruistic of the two).

Ryn:

Ryn prefers to be up close and personal when fighting. She's most comfortable using her biotics and her shotgun, though she's proficient enough at using other weapons tights to survive in a punch (She sucks at using sniper rifles--there was nothing "letting Garrus win" about their date on the Citadel in ME3. No matter how much she's practiced it just is not her specialty).

She mostly uses biotic flare (hehe boom), charge, and nova on top of her shotgun/spicy biotic melee. She's a very powerful biotic and she's honed herself to where it feels natural as breathing to do this, but it does take a toll on her. In long, drawn out fights, or particularly long fights it may overdraw her and she ends up with headaches/nosebleeds, ect. With great power comes consequences and all that. Does it stop her? No. Especially come ME3 where she's in her full all-or-nothing-even-if-that-means-herself mindset.

Unrelated Garrus Headcanon (because I've been brainstorming a Garrus one shot and can't help it):

After the beginning of ME2, when Garrus believes Ryn is dead and he's going on to become Archangel, he two things with him always. The first is a picture of her--one of the few they have with each other from the ME1 times (they're best friends in ME1, maybe have some fledgling feels, no one can stop me) and they aren't in uniform. It's of them--more specifically Ryn--doing something stupid. No one tends to know who she is in that picture, and Garrus prefers not to explain. It's their little moment he has. He's lucky he had it on him when they escaped the first Normandy.

The second is a replica of a stupid little key chain that Ryn got him on the Citadel. It's this dumb little charm with a joke on it that Garrus definitely doesn't get because it's some human thing. But she cracked up when she gave it to him and saw his confusion. This was destroyed with the original Normandy, but he went back to the Citadel and hunted all over for another one. It now hangs as a charm on his sniper rifle (kind like what you can do in Halo: Infinite).

#captainderyn answers #love these little prompty prompts #oc: Ryn Shepard #oc: Raenor #oc: Wulfwryn

[theswarmanthology]

Summer, 20, Somewhere in Canada (not polar bear territory)

"I don't tend to talk much in fandom spaces but the people are very kind. I quietly reblogged pictures of the guys and had a Lola themed blog. Although in the My Chemical Romance fandom I only have about 2 mutuals being an MCR fan as helped me make friends in other areas. I love comic books, especially Gerard's. I liked Gerard's comics before I even considered myself a fan of the band, so talking about The Umbrella Academy, TTLOTFK, and Gerard's run of Doom Patrol. I was able to make comic friends through the My Chemical Romance fandom, and meet some pretty important comic people along the way! I was in a workshop run by comic book badass Shelly Bond. And lo, even with comic book nerds from across the world, we had My Chem fans crediting their love of the medium to Gerard! England, America, all over! And that was just online, on my first day at my new university, the amount of people I saw wearing tour merch was insane. We were like this little club all shyly waving to each other in a weird sort of camaraderie."

Fast Facts: How long have you been a fan?: 5-8 years Did you get to see MCR live before this tour?: No, this tour was my first time seeing MCR How many shows on this tour did you attend in total?: 1 Favorite album: Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge Show experience out of 10: 10 Did you cry at your show?: Yes

Which date of the tour did you attend? 09/05/22, Scotiabank Arena, Toronto, Night 2

When did you get your tickets for your show? Was it a struggle, or were they easy to grab? Me going to see My Chem was a bit of an impulse buy. My friend group at the time were all heavy concertgoers and I had only ever been to one. I wasn't entirely sold on the idea of going to a cramped, hot arena paying large sums of money to have my ears ring for the next two weeks. (I also got Covid from one Mr. Styles' show so I was hesitant on going on that alone). But I thought of my older brother, the one who introduced me to the band, who saw them on their World Contamination tour. He described it as being pure magic, the height of his otherwise tumultuous teenagehood. After asking him for the umpteenth time what it was like to see them live I went on Ticketmaster and bought the first tickets I could get. Nosebleed seats for sure, and set me back a fair chunk of change but being an unemployed student at the time you get what you get.

Did you attend with anyone else? Solo. Well, for the subway ride to the venue and back so I could avoid any track-pushing or shanking I want with my dear friend J and his coworker V. We worked at Hot Topic- go figure. We were doing our makeup on the ride there, listening to the songs, getting excited when we saw other concert goers, and getting REALLY excited when we made it to the arena, seeing all the beautiful costumes people were wearing. There were families with kids in corpse paint, elderly folks wearing battle jackets, and in front of us were two people dressed as sexy nuns handing out crackers with a chirpy "Body of Christ?". Being the most lukewarm Catholic you can imagine I got a real kick out of this, and a snack! But for the actual show, I was alone, next to a couple who were on a date that seemed to be going piss poor. The lady sat next to me had her ears covered the whole time and the two folks in front of me were recording and were very miffed at my singing. I wasn't going to let these squares squander my fun so I broke a fire safety rule and took to the aisle to headbang and scream my little heart out.

What did you wear? A red bralette that I found behind my washing machine, my bootiest of booty shorts, and a big lolloping knock-off skeleton onesie that got VERY hot very quickly. I was able to tie the onesie around my waist once the novelty of my little homage wore off, and was actually quite comfortable! I definitely preferred wearing PJ's and my ratty old converse than wearing an outfit I couldn't move around in. It was, and still is, drenched in the smell of the venue, which sentimentality aside is not very good. At least I have a keepsake?

Where were your seats? When I first bought the tickets they were the nosiest-of-nosebleed seats, and I was fine with that! But as I passed through the gates security told me to go to Fan Check. This shocked me originally since for once I had no tricks (booze) up my sleeve for this concert. Instead of giving me a talking-to, they actually moved my tickets to be VERY close to the stage, free of charge! They said they wanted the nice seats to fill up so I can an excellent view of the band, and of one Mr. Ray Toro, who was giving our side special attention that night. I feel like a fainting, swooning old noblewoman just thinking about it.

What was your favorite song(s) from the setlist they played at your show? Cemetery Drive. I wish I had something more romantic to say about it but I worry it's too soul-bearing. I cried. The girl next to me cried. It was catharisis.

What song were you most hoping to hear? Did you get to hear it? I was hoping for Demolition Lovers (which was a long shot) but alas, it wasn't meant to be. Considering my mental state at the time before going maybe it was for the best, I think that song should be saved for snowy evenings on transit when you feel a hot ball of lead in your stomach that's somewhere between heartache and anger. I don't think the bad-date couple needed to see me like that.

What was your favorite moment from the show? Gerard calling us all hippies making the entire arena smell like weed. Now, I did not partake in the weedsmoking nor will I be a snitch on the people who were. All I can say is, isn't it impressive how someone on my side was able to sneak in a full-sized bong? Where do you even hide that thing? Also, I was waving my phone flashlight in tandem with someone across the stadium, we were making circles, waving, and doing little dances during the intermission. I go on instagram- and what do I see but an old friend of mine posting us doing it! It was him! After all these years reuniting at the My Chemical Romance tour! My heart is warm thinking about it. I've missed him- we were high school troublemakers together. Listening to My Chem while stealing shopping carts and being pushed around town to being all-grown up and seeing them live. F, if you're reading this, thank you.

What was the most unexpected moment from the show? The use of not one, but TWO bullets songs. I could practically hear J and V from across the stadium shriek with pure, Dionysian glee. Not to say that I wasn't as well.

Did you snag any merch? What pieces? I got the BoyZone tee! Unfortunately, so did half the student body at my university in which the first day was the day after the concert. I tried to lightheartedly tell someone. "One of us is going to have to change!" they did not laugh. I'm only still a little embarrassed by it.

Many fans describe seeing MCR live as feeling like coming home. Did you experience anything like that at your show? It felt strange. I haven't felt that feeling since I was a young kid. The first time I heard an MCR song was on my hand-me-down laptop given to me by the older brother I mentioned earlier. Being a little kid I only really cared about playing Animal Jam but I would to it to the tune of the only song he left for me on it. Teenagers. Explicit version. I would listen to it CONSTANTLY. I didn't know how to download music so that was all I had. That was until my very Christian father heard the naughty naughty swear words and deleted the song and replaced it with the clean version. It's a decade later, and now I can listen to songs with bad words whenever I want, DAD. My Chemical Romance will always remind me of my brother, showing me cool clothing stores and cool T.V. shows and letting me learn to skateboard in our driveway on his board. Seeing MCR, that strange feeling, was like staying up late on a school night, eating Doritos and being passed down the sacred knowledge that is cool older brother music. It was coming home to the special moments he and I had, that he made an effort despite being an angsty, always angry teen. He always had time for his sister and making sure she grew up to like good rock music. My Chemical Romance is a big brother and seeing them live is sneaking out to a show, knowing that your parents are going to kill you when you get home.

If you could change one thing about your show experience, what would it be? I came to the show with a little pouch of crystals and my rosary. I was giving out crystals to friends-of-friends but there was a girl sat next to me who was the only one dancing with me. I wanted to give her my rosary but she left before I could. I think of her now and then.

Has your perspective or opinion about the band changed since seeing them on this tour? If so, in what way? Yes. I don't mean this in a parasocial way but it was strange seeing them as PEOPLE. IN PERSON. Not that I hold celebrities to a higher regard than other people that is, in my humble opinion, cringe as hell. But the way they were smiling at people, dancing, having a good time- it definitely has a different feel than watching through a screen. Ray's hair looks even better in person, if you can believe it.

What advice would you give to people seeing My Chemical Romance in the future? Dance! Headbang! Sing! If you're too scared to dance, I was too. But I can tell you first hand that if you dance, people will dance with you! Shimmy an shriek to your hearts content. Who cares what anyone thinks? You know who's a bigger loser than being the only one dancing? Being so lame you think it's funny to laugh at people who are. And if MCR ever comes back and if you're in Toronto and you're too scared to dance, look for me, I'll dance with you!

Thanks, Summer! They can be found on Tumblr at @dandified-doe.

#story #09/05/22 #mcrtoronto2

[bllsbailey]

LOL: Boys Destroy Tampon Dispenser in Boy's Bathroom ... BECAUSE THEY'RE BOYS👍

It has become very clear that the gender cult will never stop trying to force their insanity on normal people unless they are forced to stop. And we don't mean 'forced' in the way that many gender cultists mean it (a.k.a, violence). We mean LEGALLY forced to stop. 

But sometimes, just sometimes, a little violence can be helpful too, just to point out the craziness. Not violence against people, but violence against ... tampon dispensers. 

For this, we go to Brookfield High School in Brookfield, CT, where there is a state law compelling schools to put tampon dispensers IN THE BOY'S BATHROOM. Did Justin Trudeau pass that law? 

Guess who was having absolutely none of that? The boys at Brookfield High School, that's who. 

Sorry, but this is just hilarious. The dispenser was installed at 9:30 a.m. on January 24. By exactly 9:52 a.m. that same morning, the boys in the high school had completely demolished it and stuffed it in the toilet. 

Bravo, boys. Not all heroes wear capes, but some definitely go to Brookfield High School. 

Unfortunately, the school's principal, Marc Balanda, was not amused. But we are very much laughing at his ludicrous response to the incident. From Inside Investigator:

'The most egregious instance of vandalism...' Give us a break. Does that sound like someone who only installed the dispenser because of a state law? Or does it sound more like a fully indoctrinated member of the cult? 

You don't have to answer. We all know. 

Balanda also promised to re-install the dispenser. LOL. Have fun with that. Next time, we hope the students tear it down in UNDER 20 minutes. 

It is important for young people to set goals, after all. 

Make the trophy look EXACTLY like that. It would be perfect. 

No one is surprised. 

And no one is surprised that Balanda looks like that either. If he had hair, it would almost certainly be pink. Or purple. Or both. 

Some of them certainly are. (And we always love a perfectly timed reference to The Who.)

Oh, Sweet Jebus. We had not seen that before and we kind of wish we still hadn't seen it. 

!!— Elon Musk (@elonmusk) February 1, 2024

Elon Musk's responses to these kinds of things always tend to be brief but they get the point across remarkably well. 

Good for these boys. They don’t want this in their private spaces, and they don’t want girls pretending to be boys there either. https://t.co/xxVCvJH2wo— Megyn Kelly (@megynkelly) February 1, 2024

Megyn Kelly, by contrast to Musk, tends to be a little more vocal and direct but is always on point too.

Sometimes, just a tiny bit of 'Lord of the Flies' is not necessarily a bad thing. 

Any tampon dispenser that survives more than an hour inside a boys' bathroom is there for an hour too long. As woke as Balanda seems to be though, he will probably put security guards inside every bathroom (but almost certainly would never allow armed security to protect those kids from violent threats). 

Perhaps young American males are sick and tired of being feminized. Or perhaps, they merely considered the installment a pointless inclusion, what with boys lacking the aperture required to actually USE said tampons. https://t.co/41kSwH7d7t— Sarah Parshall Perry (@SarahPPerry) February 1, 2024

Unless they're using them for nosebleeds, this is 100 percent correct. And anyone who DOES have that 'aperture' referenced above is decidedly NOT a boy. 

If you have ever been, raised, or even KNOWN a high school boy, you know that they will absolutely do this. And the principal scolding them about it will only spur them on to do it even more. 

I'd bake my boys a cake for this kind of "vandalism." https://t.co/TPvj81covg— The Mom Who's Had It ❤🇺🇸💙 (@themomwhoshadit) February 2, 2024

Hell, have them give us a call when they turn 21 and we'll buy them all a beer or three. 

I did it it was me! pic.twitter.com/RVGm0Erhgg— 1st Time Caller (@1stTimeCall) February 1, 2024

HA. Great idea. Let's all call Principal Balanda this week and confess to the 'crime.' Flood his office with calls and emails saying we did it. He DID put his phone number in his message to all students, after all. 

Good bois pic.twitter.com/RPAS88hOC1— Psalm 109:8 (@TweetShaming21) February 1, 2024

And ultimately, that's really all that needs to be said. 

When the government or institutions demand obeisance to insanity, always refuse to comply. 

Or, as Captain America himself put it:

Right on, Cap. And well done to the boys at Brookfield High School. 

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[constellationcrowned]

~"I heard the kiddo collapsed today, is he alright? Can I go see him?" (for Flynn! say it's a continuation/offshoot of that one Flynn young!Kari post I love sm)

((You mean one of the few good tcol posts on my other blog?? Yessssssss---))

Soil blackened hands stop their ministrations and Flynn's left ear twitches at the other's words---his right is pointed towards the house, pointed towards the kiddo, pointed towards his sick kiddo---until, eventually, Flynn rises from the kneeling position he'd been in, his hands automatically wiping themselves off on his equally dirty coveralls.

"Aye, that he did. Passed out faster than I could blink. Looked like he was having a dizzy spell and then th' next second I was haulin' him inside like a freshly cut veglamb." Flynn pauses; both ears now cocked backwards in a clear sign of aggression as his explanation quickly turns into an outright vent. "The dizzy spells, the faintin', the damned nosebleeds? He could hear the stars---Can you hear the stars? Is it loud? Does it hurt?---despite it not even bein' night out! Explain that ta me!" And tell me what we're going to do when it all inevitably gets worse. Eventually Flynn's posture softens---he forces it to, if only a little---and when the immortal resumes speaking his tone of voice is notably more amicable. This too, is forced.

"....He's sleeping right now, ishul? I'm not about to let him out of my sight so just.....LET HIM REST FOR NOW." The sight of the half-blood gingerly touching his temple as Flynn headed the short distance outside in order to quickly finish tending to the crops was unmistakable and it meant only one thing: It meant that the REAL TROUBLE HADN'T EVEN STARTED YET. Flynn was, in all seriousness, no more than a few paces away from the door to the house and even that felt like too far. ".....I'm WATCHIN' OUT FOR HIM JUST LIKE ALWAYS. You an' Bo can come back in the mornin'. Early as you want." Maybe he'll be back to normal by then. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

#;;ask response: ic flynn #;;ask response: with squiggles #anonymous #illness mention tw #a little short bc I'm braindead but!! content

[graveyardofheartss]

Day 6: Nosebleed and Bouquet

Trigger Warning: Rule breaking, severe punishments, Stockholm syndrome, Abuse (Verbal and Emotional, and Physical)

My girlfriend is an Eldritch Witch, which tends to mean that she works with blood magic and darker demons from the depths of Tartarus, while I am a Winchester Fairy, which tends to mean that I was born from a Winchester tree on the rivers of lethe. But that’s okay, I can make gorgeous flowers to grow for Cordelia, She loves my flowers as they smell exactly like vanilla. That happens to be her favorite scent, she bought me off the market for my powers but I couldn’t help but fall in love with her. I follow her orders and collect ingredients for her during spells.

This recent one though required my blood and flowers. That one did hurt, I didn’t like it. I got called something in Eldritch which caused my body to go rigid so she could get my blood..she took so much. But that’s okay! She got me candy, so it made me happy. Then she finally asked something that made me scared

“Hey baby, can I get a piece of your liver? It's for this ritual.” Cordelia said as she entered the kitchen for dinner time, I had made a vegetarian meal for us while she had separate meat. She respected the fact that I didn’t wish to eat meat, I hesitated as fear filled me slowly. A whisper escaped me “What ritual?” Shit, I broke a rule. Cordelia paused and cleared her throat

“Sawyer. You know the rules.” I nodded quickly, bowing to her softly “I apologize m’lady!”

Cordelia cupped his face softly and smiled sweetly, a glint in her eyes.

“It’s okay, just you know what happens when you break the rules…right?” I slowly nodded, a tear slipping which she wiped away “Good boy~. Now go ahead and eat..the next few hours will be hard for you” I nodded, getting a plate after her. Watching quietly as she placed the meat on my plate for part of the punishment as she spoke “Eat every single bit of it...And I will be watching you” I reluctantly nodded, quietly crying as she feed me the first bit of the poisoned meat that I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle.

I choked the food down slowly, quietly crying as she hated when I made noise when crying. She collected my tears in a glass vial carefully, praising me as I slowly ate the food as I attempted to pick through the food to avoid the meat. Until she cleared her throat I got a piece of meat and slowly took a bit of it. Tears slid down my face as she rubbed my back, then I dared ask the silly unknown question.

“What is the punishment this time m’lady?..” I simply asked looking at her carefully before getting another bite of the rancid meat, it always tasted rancid to me. She smiled softly, admiring me before she whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to make your skin into a bouquet for me…one that will remain living as a constant reminder of what happens if you break the rules” My hands grew shaky, fear filling me more. She smiled softly and kissed my cheek “Be good, and it won’t last long..okay?”

I softly nodded, before getting back to eating, listening to the rule, and eating the food carefully getting every single bite.

A nosebleed began slowly, this always happened when I ate meat, it was what made Cordelia fall in love with me. I wiped my nose softly with my sleeves before getting back to eating, food was finished up soon. I quickly set to cleaning the mess I created with the blood and the next few hours became a blur for me, a hideous smile across my lover’s face and gut wrenching screams being ripped from me.

Cordelia whispered praising me as she carefully cut through layers of skin to collect it so she could create a bloody bouquet. She carefully pinned the skin together on the branches of the Winchester tree that she had bought when she bought me. She yawned after a while, letting my blood drip into a bucket for spells. Quiet crying ensued from me, pain riddling my body as she stared at the new set of scars she gave me over the burns I received right before she bought me. She carefully ran a hand over the new wounds which forced me to jerk my body in agony.

I sobbed out causing her eyes to flick up to me in anger as she spoke “Silence! I am admiring what I have done! I rather not listen to your unnecessary cries!” I reluctantly nodded, attempting to quiet down as she pressed into the wounds which caused me to flinch and whimper lightly. She liked when I whimpered after she got something new from me. She carefully cut through the fat and muscle, no pain relievers were allowed until she was done. She was going after that liver piece that she required…I was just a being that she required, she didn’t love me.

“I do love you, you know this” she simply said as she cut into my liver after separating the fat and muscle. “I just require your body sometimes, unless you have enforced a punishment on your own body. I know the food made you sick, but it was part of your punishment...Nothing else.” I quietly nodded, attempting to stay awake as I was weak from being cut into. But she wasn’t done just yet, which was okay. I was being good, meaning no more punishment. Afterward, I will be cleaning the room, having to stitch my wounds. Unless she was feeling generous and did it for me…I hope she was.

She finished up what she was doing, and grabbed extra skin that she kept making sure that I could heal properly. She placed it on the wound before snipping it to the proper size of the wound before grabbing a needle and thread. I smiled weakly as she whispered “I love you, you did such a good job. You have permission to rest for a while before you clean the room” I gave a gentle smile as I fell asleep slowly, with a gently whispered “I love you too..”

I woke up hours later to her softly patting my face to wake me, the sickness had finally settled in. She whispered “Come on baby..wake up, I don’t want you passing in your sleep okay? You went through a lot, I had to do a blood transfusion for you so I didn’t lose you” I carefully nodded which gave me a big headrush as she helped me sit up. The urge hit right as she placed a bin for the trash in front of me as I started to gag.

I grabbed the bucket as dinner came back up, tearing up from the pain as she rubbed my back it soon turned into my puking-up blood. I let out a soft whimper as it continued, the nosebleed started again and harshly, dripping down my face as the puking finally stopped. She went and got a napkin to clean up my face, she was always delicate after a punishment. Taking care of me, and lacking back slowly with her harshness, she rubbed my cheek as she wiped away the blood with gentle swipes.

“Good boy, are you feeling better yet?” She sweetly asked as she sent one of the servants to collect the trash bin. I shook my head, blood mixing with the tears. She nodded gently “That’s okay my pretty boy, let's get you something safe so you start feeling better okay?”

I nodded gently slowly getting up, the servants holding me up carefully. My wound was patched thanks to Cordelia, I stumbled as I walked shaking. Cordelia led me down one of the halls to my room, she opened the door looking at me with a sweet smile “Good job baby, now you are allowed to rest okay?” I nodded, shaking as she hugged me before she whispered in my ear “Next time, I won’t be gentle. Promise me to not break any more rules” I nodded mumbling “I-i promise to not break any more rules m’lady…I promise on the river of lethe and my kin trees” What have I done…I just accepted an unbreakable promise. She grinned looking at me before she placed a sweet and slow kiss on my lips.

I kissed back and smiled at her, tired out. I stumbled over to my bed as she watched. The servants weren’t allowed in the rooms, so I had to make my way to my bed. I wished for cuddles from Cordelia but I also knew her rule about cuddling or hugging after a punishment. She was the one to give those after punishment if she wished to cuddle. She closed the door after waving to me softly “Sleep well my sweet..you are allowed to rest, for now, I’ll have the servants clean the room okay?” I nodded as the light shut off, her smile showing in the darkness before vanishing

Cordelia’s POV

I left the hallway with a plan in mind, until my death. Sawyer would forever be mine, no one else’s which is why I needed the peace of his liver. I would make a pact with an Eldritch God to bind my soul forever to his, and I didn’t need his consent for it either. All I had to do was make the pact with the demon and a piece of him, and then voila. It would be done, although it would severely affect us both, Blood would spill from me and his soul would be officially owned by me and a demon.

I entered my quarters and walked down the hall to my potions room. I needed a few things, a vial of Dragon’s blood along with a few dragon claws, and some Lavender. I smiled softly as I collected the items. A nasty want crept through my mind before reason entered my mind, what would happen if it killed him during the binding? I shook my head at the silly thought, he would be connected to me! Of course, he wouldn’t die.

I finished collecting the items before leaving the room, I opened a door into the staircase towards my ritual room. I entered the room and instantly opened my spell book, going for the bookmarked page which held the demon’s name. Fear entered my bloodstream as I read the name carefully, before setting out the ingredients. I shook my head from the doubt, why was I thinking such silly thoughts, I loved Sawyer too much to lose him but this would keep us together forever!

I huffed before I started reading the spell out loud, my voice oddly catching on itself before I shook my head carefully as I continued. The demon’s name was at the exact end, and if I failed to say it correctly I would suffer severe consequences. I was breaking up the claws in the blood slowly turning them to a thick pulp which I would spread across the liver and burn for the demon to eat. That’s how it would bind together our souls, as I would be adding my teeth to the mix as well.

I carried my teeth in a necklace so it would constantly be with me in these situations. I was almost finished with the ritual, all I had to say was the demon’s name but I was hesitating. I finally finished it as I covered the liver with my teeth and the mixture as the demon appeared with a gruesome grin, taking the liver and biting into it. The ritual started up completely as the Demon stared at me.

He nodded as the bonding started, a harsh burning feeling crossing my chest as it made me double over in agony. A thick black line was connecting around my body as the demon whispered in eldritch as it had failed and I was suffering the consequences. My body began to slowly burn from the pain as everything turned white.

#goretober #horror #inktober #writer things #writing

[sugxrslushy]

Spin the Bottle

➪ a/n: first post wooo!! I’m hoping I did good writing for them. I only excluded Chopper, Brook and Jimbei for obvious reasons but if you’d like me to include Franky pls let me know! also I’m still organizing my blog aesthetic ugh

➪ includes: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Robin, Nami

➪ warnings: none! just fluff, gn! reader

Monkey D. Luffy

Any game is destined to catch his attention. Games are good for helping cure the curse of boredom while floating on the sea

He doesn’t quite get the point of it though, a kiss doesn’t seem like much of a winning prize nor did it seem like that much of a competition but he’s still willing to give it a try

Especially if Sanji promises snacks for the game night, how could he ever say no?

The promise of you joining draws him in even more, a chance to have fun with his crush seems like something he’d enjoy

Luffy guarantees everyone will play, egging on the others to kiss whoever the bottle landed on no matter their protests, and because of this he has no chance to chicken out when he spins it and it lands on you

He’s not the most shy about it, a blush might flare up along his cheeks but he still gives you a comforting and wide smile before shuffling closer to kiss you

Luffy isn’t the most experienced kisser, he’ll probably default to a quick peck on the lips while carefully cradling your face in his hands, but the taste of sea salt stains your lips reminding you of the kiss

Incredibly blushy around you after it, but he gets over it quick and starts spending more time by your side

Roronoa Zoro

Not the biggest fan of most games. It’s not that he doesn’t like them it’s just there’s plenty of other things he’d rather do than participate

He’d heard your laughter among the others howls of entertainment. He silently debated with himself on whether or not to join the dumb game and try his chances

But with a couple of drinks and liquid courage running through his veins he grows a new sort of confidence, plopping down in the close knit circle of the strawhats to try his chances

Although he’d be lying if he denied that it wasn’t eating at him watching the bottle spin aimlessly around and wondering if it’d land on his lovely crush

That smug grin on his makes its appearance after seeing the bottle land on you, and it only made him more satisfied and cocky to see the blush bloom along your skin

Beforehand, he checked to make sure you were okay with it before pulling you close and tipping your chin up to bring you into a kiss

The kiss is somewhat messy, mostly due to him being slightly drunk, but it's bold. Warms lips hungrily sealing over yours in a starved and rough kiss, begging for more of your lips and leaving you breathless

He doesn’t treat you much differently afterwards unless you show interest, if you do he’ll tend to be more flirty and pulling you away to spend more time with him

Vinsmoke Sanji

Do you think this man will say no to a game of spin the bottle? A chance to kiss the lovely Nami, Robin and even y/n, it sounds like a dream come true to him

With hearts in his eyes and his love for you on his mind, he’s beyond excited for the game and already spoiling you with treats and snacks he made in the kitchen earlier that day

Despite the chance of him having to kiss any of his crewmates that he’d rather not *cough cough zoro cough* he’s more than willing to play and try his chances to land on you and steal a kiss

The whole time that the bottle is spinning around, he’s babbling to you and the crew how excited he is to kiss any of the lovely ladies of the crew or you. It’s entertaining to watch

Pray for him, because when the bottle stops spinning and is pointed straight at you a nosebleed is bound to happen. It’s going to be a mess but he just loves you very much

He’s so delicate about it once he collects himself. All of his touches and gentle and sweet as he pulls you close to him, holding you close to his chest and enveloping you in a comforting warmth

The taste of smoke and mint gum take over your senses. His lips are careful and calculated, sweetly melting against yours and moving in synchronized tandem, stealing your breath

A mess around you for the rest of the night, nosebleeds are gonna be a problem because he gets one every time he looks at you and remembers how amazing the kiss with you was

Usopp

A complete and utter mess when the strawhats propose spin the bottle as a game to play. He’s filled with worries about absolutely everything that might happen if he joins the game

What happens if it lands on his crush?? What happens if it doesn’t? What happens if it does and you reject him? He doubts he’d be able to live with the shame of that, he might as well pass away right there

With enough coaxing from you and Luffy dragging him in like he has any other choice, he finally caves and joins you all in the game but is jittering with nervousness

He’s sweating literal bullets when he leans in to the spin the bottle, even more when it’s actually spinning and he has to wait for who it will land on

Almost jumps out of his skin when it lands on you, but tries to cover it up by boasting about how lucky you are to kiss the great captain Usopp

You’ll have to take the lead by kissing him first. He jolts against your lips at first and is kind of stiff, but eventually starts to calm down and get into it. It’s careful and sweet and you can feel the heat radiating off his face

Freaks out whenever he sees you afterwards, but with enough motivation from the crew he tries to talk to you more. Give him some time to come around, he eventually will!

Nico Robin

It doesn’t even faze her when it’s offered as a party game for you all to play. She loves the crew antics with her whole heart and is always pleased to join in on any of them

Although she tends to stay off to the side more, just observing between sips of her drink with the occasional laugh at one of your crewmates pulling something stupid

Thankfully, it doesn’t take her much to play along with everyone. She’s confident enough in herself to not make a fool of herself and honestly doesn’t mind giving it a try, especially with you involved in the game

She exudes a calm confidence when she spins, her cool facade never breaking as the bottle twirls around on the wooden floor of the sunny. It only breaks into a happy smile when it lands on you

A pair of arms appears on the floor beside you and nudge you towards the ravenette, and she kneels close to you with her face only a few inches away from your own

She shows experience in how her lips move perfectly against your own, dragging out whatever reaction that she wants. They slot against your own like a missing puzzle piece and it makes your heart race

She brushes it off as if it was nothing, but is happy to talk more with you as the night comes towards an end

Nami

Want her to play spin the bottle with the crew? You better be ready to pay up, she isn’t going to offer anything up for free. Especially a kiss from her, but for someone like you she might be willing to cut you a deal

Sanji’s pretty willing to pay the fee to get her to join but she ends up joining just because she thinks it’ll be fun, she gets a break from working on the map of the island you recently visited

She’s just as confident as Robin but definitely more playful about it, telling the others that she’ll give them the best kiss of their life for only 5,000 beli till the others complain too much about it

Though when it comes to her crush, she’s willing to cut you a once and a lifetime deal. You get a kiss from her for free, and she’s going to make sure you’ll be coming back for more

She’s not that experienced but she’s still amazingly good at her, her glossy lips feel so warm and sweet against yours, tasting faintly of her beloved tangerines. Slow and teasing making you hungry for more, but she pulls away with a sneaky grin leaving you speechless

She’s extra flirty and drawing you in more afterwards, maybe you can sneak another free of charge

#one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #usopp #god usopp #usopp x reader #nico robin #robin x reader #nami #cat burglar nami #nami x reader #strawhats x reader

[moonlit-reveriee]

NSFW Alphabet

ft. technoblade

concept: a collection of my own personal nsfw headcanons for techno, one for each letter of the alphabet

@saturnsstufff ‘s discord saw it first ;)

A = Aftercare 

I like the idea that techno actually gets very clingy after sex. He’ll get up and grab a glass of water or a towel if either of you need it, but if he’s able to, he’ll stay glued to your side the whole time. Even if he won’t admit it, he needs to have that intimacy after sex. He loves the feeling of your body pressed against his as you both cool down. Usually, his hands will be absentmindedly drawing patterns over your skin

B = Body part 

Kind of an oddly specific one, but he loves your shoulders. He loves to casually rest his chin on them as he holds you from behind, and bury his face in the crook of your neck as he presses heated kisses on your pulse point. He also considers the way a person carries their shoulders to be an indication of their strength, and how could he see anything but strength in you.

He hadn’t put much thought into his own body before meeting you. He’s learned to love parts of himself because of you. Particularly his scars. They way you gently run your fingers across the rough surface of them, in both intimate and casual settings, made him crave the touch. Now when he looks at them, he thinks of your hands moving across his skin

C = Cum 

Fun fact: pigs have 30 minute orgasms

Early on in your sexual relationship, he was very embarrassed by just how much of it there always was. But once you started praising him for it, that became a very different story. He started to take pride in how well he could completely fill you up without even trying

D = Dirty Secret 

He would probably never admit it to you, but it’s become a habit of his to think about the last time he had sex with you during battles. He starts to make sure you two always have sex the night before a big fight, so his mind can wander back to it during the haze of battle. He’s not sure if it’s a coping mechanism or what but it certainly helps

E = Experience 

You are his first ever sexual partner, but somehow he just.... already knows what he’s doing?? He’s very nervous and considerate the first time, but he does everything perfectly. Once you tell him that, he’s very happy and secretly a bit proud of himself

F = Favourite Position 

He loooves to have you in his lap. Either facing him, back to chest, it doesn’t matter. He’ll do everything with you in his lap. Cockwarming, fingering, thigh riding, anything you and him are physically able to do in that position

G = Goofy 

He’s usually a bit more on the serious side. Sometimes the two of you will quip at each other during foreplay, but once he gets going, it’s all business. In the moment, he likes to treat is as something special (doesn’t mean he won’t tease you about things after the fact)

H = Hair 

He likes to keep himself clean-shaven most of the time. When he’s relaxed and doesn’t have to go to any public events for a long period of time, he’ll let a small amount of stubble grow on his chin. You can always tell when he slacks off on it, cause the stubble on his face brushes roughly against your skin as he kisses down your body...

he doesn’t really shave much below the neck, but he keeps it clean and trims occasionally

I = Intimacy 

He’s surprisingly romantic when he wants to be. It’s definitely a side of him only you’re allowed to see. Alone together in his bed, he’ll whisper sweet nothings to you as he slowly draws you to your climax. Even when he’s speaking the most lewd and naughty things to you, he somehow makes them sound affectionate and full of love

J = Jack Off 

He loves to watch you masturbate. The first time was a complete accident. He came home late one night to find you curled up with his blankets, breathing heavily as you massaged yourself over your underwear. It wasn’t long before you noticed him in the doorway and jumped, worthlessly attempting to hide what you were doing. He wasn’t sure if it was the blush on your face or the fact that the blanket you chose to cover yourself in was his cape but something urged him to sit on the edge of the bed, still in his armor, and ask you to continue. It was beautiful to simply sit there and watch

K = Kink 

He’s a little bit possessive. He loves to mark you in subtle ways so you always remember that you’re his. Especially if you’re going on a trip without him. He’ll drape you in gold jewelry and leave a hickey just out of sight on your neck for good measure. The part that he loves the most about it though, is that you know exactly what he’s doing and show off his signs of possession with pride

L = Location 

He prefers to keep most of your sexual acts to the area in and around his cottage. Other than in bed, he loves to press you up against a wall. Sometimes you two get distracted while tending to the farms and end up heatedly making out in the snow. One time, you decide you wanted to lay out some blankets on the floor and do it right in front of the fireplace. He adored the way the firelight danced across your skin. (He’s thought about taking you down to the syndicate room and laying you out across the table. But he came to the unfortunate conclusion that during meetings, he’d never be able to look anyone straight in the eyes ever again. So he’s shelved that idea for the time being. Maybe once the group has disbanded...)

M = Motivation

He loves to be praised by you. During regular day-to-day life, he doesn’t like to accept any compliments from you, usually just brushing them off or responding with a joke. But when you two are alone together and intimate, he drinks that shit up. How can he not believe it when you look up and him with lidded eyes and tell him just how good he makes you feel. Just moaning against his lips as he kisses you is enough to keep him going for a while

N = NO 

He will never do anything that involves seeing your own blood. It sets off the voices too much. One day, you randomly got a nosebleed while cooking dinner together. He could smell it before he even saw it. When the voices recognized the deep red color dripping down your face, they wouldn’t stop chanting. He tried to help you clean up, but it became too much to ignore. He had to go out back and slaughter at least a dozen zombies before they shut up. And even then, he was left with a pounding headache. You were extra gentle and sweet with him when you cuddled up in bed together that night

O = Oral 

If you’re on the receiving end, be prepared for him to be down there a looooong time. Once he gets his mouth on you, it’s hard for him to pull away. He loves your smell and taste too much. He tries not to get too carried away, but there was one time he made you come 5 times in a row with just his mouth. He was very thorough with his aftercare that night.

He isn’t the one receiving very often. He only really likes it when he’s tired. He loves to sit back in a chair and watch you gently suck him of on your knees in front of him, one hand gently weaving it’s way through your hair

P = Pace 

I always imagine him on the slower side. He likes to savor every moment, making sure that every thrust or movement of his hand is intentional and perfectly placed. He takes time to watch you carefully to make sure you’re getting exactly what you need. He’ll go harder before he goes faster

Q = Quickie 

As much as he loves to treasure your intimate time together, there are times where he just needs it. Every once and awhile, he’ll be desperate for it and quickly have you against the wall before heading out to run some errands. Sometimes he’ll pull you in, make you cum, and head out the door without saying a single word. He usually feels the need to make up for it when he returns, but you’ve assured him many times that you love sex with him at any pace

R = Risk 

Since he’s still fairly inexperienced despite his skills, he’s not super adventurous himself. More often than not, you’re the one bringing new ideas to the relationship. He’s willing to try the new things you suggest. You’ve had a discussion about your limits, and you both understand what goes too far for each other

S = Stamina 

He can go multiple times in a row if he wants to, and for a long time. He lowkey loves it when you tire out before him, and you let him keep going while you lie there sleepily in his arms

T = Toy 

He doesn’t own any sex toys, but he likes to make sex toys out of everyday objects (as long as they’re safe and properly cleaned of course). He likes the idea of never being able to look at that object the same way again, especially if it’s something either of you use around the house frequently. He would get his hands on some actual toys if you wanted him to. If toys are involved, he prefers them to be used on you, not on him

U = Unfair 

He likes to randomly tease you during moments that are absolutely not sexual. Maybe you’re brushing out his hair, complaining about the knots in it. He’ll suddenly respond with “that’s not what you told me in the bedroom last night” leaving you to sit there in shock while he laughs. Or he’ll quote things you said to him during sex completely deadpan and watch as the blush rises to your cheeks

V = Volume 

He’s not extremely loud. When he is loud though, he growls. You’ll be able to feels his chest vibrating when you lean into him. Sometimes you can even feel the vibrations through his lips as he pleasures you with his mouth, which is an absolutely crazy and wonderful feeling.

During very domestic moments, he likes to talk a lot during sex. If he comes home from working all day, and he’s missing you greatly, he loves to tell you all about his day while his cock gently rocks inside of you

W = Wild Card 

This part is definitely just gonna be me fulfilling one of my personal kinks, but I love the idea of techno going through a heat since he’s part piglin. Maybe it only happens like once a year, but when it’s that time, his senses are kicked into high gear and he’s desperate for you. The two of you have a routine for it by now. You prepare the bedroom by gathering every blanket in the house, and prepping a week’s worth of food & water that can be eaten quickly during the moments when techno’s haze of arousal drops. Once he feels it start to set in, he locks the bedroom door and allows his senses to become completely enveloped by you

X = X-Ray 

I like to believe that a lot of the hybrid races are PACKING. It’s one of the many things he’s nervous about on your first time, but seeing the way your able to take him so well every time is such a turn on

Y = Yearning 

Both you and him can be too tired to have sex at times, but if he’s able to have you, he’ll take everything he can get. He loves to take care of you if you’ve had a long day, and he knows you’ll do the same for him

Z = ZZZ 

If it’s nighttime sex, he can pass out as soon as aftercare is over. But if it’s morning or midday, he can have sex and go about the rest of his day no problem. Since his orgasms are so long, he likes to make you cum more often than he does, and watching you cum invigorates him

#mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt smut #techno smut #red:moon #c!techno

[pies-writes-and-more]

covered in bruises

word count: 2,611

pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

warnings: brief mentions of blood, nosebleeds, bruises, and scuffs/cuts, also a bitchy ex-boyfriend who sucks and shares some private pics. also some swearing cause it’s me (but i promise it’s fluffy!!!)

a/n: i genuinely have no clue where this idea came from but I’m a sucker for partners taking care of each other after a fight or something so tadah. thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells for helping me with the ending and @thisnoodlewritesao3 for helping me with the title! i hope you guys enjoy!

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A few years ago, if you had told Y/N Y/L/N that she would be answering a phone call in the dead of night from Yamaguchi, she probably would’ve guessed that the two of them had forgotten about some project they were supposed to complete and the pair would’ve spent all night working on it while Tsukishima slept peacefully knowing he had finished it.

What Y/N never guessed on happening was Tsukishima stumbling through her front door, only barely being held up by Yamaguchi, the blond’s face covered in scuff marks and blood dripping from his nose and lips.

“What the hell happened?” Y/N gaped, immediately rushing to Tsukishima’s other side and helping him into the kitchen.

“Don’t even get me started,” Yamaguchi grumbled, muttering something about keeping your mouth shut and never would’ve gotten into this mess.

“Stop grumbling. I’m fine. You’re fine. Everyone’s fine,” Tsukishima huffed, pushing the two of them off but swaying a little.

“Tsukishima Kei, what the hell happened to you? You look like you got into a fight!” Y/N stared at him for a moment, watching as his gaze flickered away from hers. She glanced at Yamaguchi, as if hoping that would bring some answers, but he just glared at Tsukishima as well. “I’ll get the first aid kit,” she said after a beat of silence, walking to the other room.

There was a flurry of hushed whispers as she left, Yamaguchi insisting to Tsukishima that he needed to tell her what was going and Tsukishima being blatantly stupid and insisting that there was in fact, nothing going on.

By the time that Y/N returned, hands filled with some spare tissues and bandages, sprays and cotton balls, Yamaguchi had thrown up his hands in the air in exasperation, “I give up. I brought him this far. He’s your problem now,” he groaned, shaking his head towards Y/N. “I’m sorry for dumping him on you, but maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

Y/N and Tsukishima watched as Yamaguchi stormed off, leaving both of them in an awkward silence.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me?” Tsukishima grumbled after a bit, sitting down on a nearby dining chair. 

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, part of her wanting to smack him in the head but thinking better of it considering his injuries. “Here, hold this to your nose,” she insisted, handing him the tissues as she glanced over his body. From what she could see, the most damage was on his face but if he could keep his nosebleed in order, she could tend to the scrapes and cuts that were starting to bleed on his knuckles.

Pulling up a chair next to him, Y/N sprayed some hydrogen peroxide onto his knuckles. Tsukishima inhaled sharply, pulling away from her grip as he winced, “What the hell is that?” He glared at her, trying not to make it obvious just how much that fucking hurt.

“Give me your fucking hands, Kei,” Y/N demanded, holding her hands out with another vicious look. “You gotta spray them before they get all infected.”

The boy hesitated before slowly letting her hands take his, bracing himself this time as she dabbed away the blood and finally wrapped it up in some medical bandages. “I’ll get you something cold for your nose, hang on,” she mumbled, shuffling to the freezer and digging through to find something helpful.

Tsukishima shifted awkwardly, trying to glance around at anything else so he didn’t have to sit in the silence. “Are you not going to ask?” He muttered out finally, avoiding her eyes as he checked to see how much his nose was still bleeding.

“How about I assume it was something stupid?” she quipped, bringing over a cold ice pack. “Here, I use this sometimes when my muscles hurt after swimming practice.”

He nodded slowly, placing it over his nose in hopes of bringing down any swelling. Now that he was sitting here and his adrenaline was going down, everything was starting to ache a lot more.

“It wasn’t stupid,” Tsukishima murmured, glancing at her for a moment. 

Y/N laughed a bit, shaking her head, “Sure it wasn’t.”

Tsukishima frowned tightly, watching her as she cleaned him up. Her fingers delicately working along his skin, checking for any other cuts or scrapes along his arm. “Why would it be something stupid?”

“Because, the Tsukishima Kei that I grew up with only fought with snarky comebacks and sneers,” Y/N laughed a bit at the memories, glancing up at him and brushing her fingers along the cut on his eyebrow. 

“Wouldn’t that mean that if I had to punch someone, it would be something serious?”

The girl couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, thinking about this string bean of a boy throwing hands, “You punched someone? It kinda just looks like you got used as a punching bag.”

“Hey, it was 3 to 1. And I left some pretty good cuts on them too, thank you very much,” Tsukishima groaned a bit as Y/N dabbed a bit of the peroxide on his eyebrow, swatting at her hand, “Okay okay. I think it’s clean now!”

“So if one of these gets infected, will you be bitching like a little baby then too?” She shot back, smacking his hand away from hers. “How’s your nose?”

Tsukishima pulled the tissues and cold pack away from his face, letting Y/N examine him, “Well, I don’t think it’s broken so you’ll probably be fine. Just don’t take a volleyball to the face anytime soon.”

He just rolled his eyes as she went to start a kettle, insisting that tea was good for healing. 

“If I asked what it was about would you be honest?” Y/N questioned as she brought over two cups of tea.

“Would you believe me if I said they had just such punchable faces?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, kicking at his shin from under the table and making him whine a bit more, “Hey! I’m bruised all over the place!”

“Tell me what happened! Yamaguchi thought I should know so why shouldn’t I know?”

Tsukishima just looked away, fingers drumming along the mug that was warming his hands. “Just... some dude doing some dumb shit. Saying stupid things about...”

“About?”

“About you.”

Y/N stared at him for what felt like an eternity. Tsukishima wasn’t exactly the number one best example of a friend. And it wasn’t like there weren’t people before who didn’t like her. There were bound to be people saying shit.

“What did they say? Do I know them?” She asked finally, thinking back about the list of people she had in her head who definitely didn’t like her.

“It doesn’t matter, they were just being idiots,” Tsukishima tried to insist, sipping at his tea. “I was just annoyed and so I called them out for it. And the one guy took a swing at me. Then we just... did what guys do, I dunno.”

“Is Yamaguchi okay?” Y/N’s eyes widened, looking at her front doors as if the boy would magically still be there. “Did he get hurt?”

“No way. If anything, Yamaguchi probably broke the one guy’s nose,” Tsukishima snickered, thinking back to the moment where one of the dudes crumpled up in pain after Yams smacked him around. 

Y/N nodded slowly, reminding herself to text the boy later and make sure he was alright. “You’re really not gonna tell me what they said?”

Tsukishima stretched his legs out slightly, getting more comfortable in the seat and avoided her eyes some more, as if pretending she hadn’t said anything. But the awkwardness exuding from him was very evident. “He just... said something about you being average... but still kept showing off these stupid pictures,” he finally muttered out, ears going red.

Y/N felt her heart drop a little. She didn’t need to hear anything more than pictures to know that her fucking ex-boyfriend was the one who was causing all this trouble. She had so many regrets about that relationship, and one of them was the photos that she had sent.

“I deleted them,” Tsukishima commented after glancing at her expression. “When I knocked him down I grabbed his phone and deleted them. I dunno if he has other copies somewhere but...”

Y/N practically threw herself across the table, wrapping the string bean boy into a hug. There was such a relief off of her shoulders, just knowing that Tsukishima had tried to get rid of them.

He grunted in response, pulling her closer into a hug but also shifting her weight around so it wasn’t on his side (which hurt like a bitch). “Stop doing stupid things for boys who are too dumb to realize what they have,” he commented, flicking her head.

She gave a little laugh, hugging him tighter for a moment before pulling away, “Yea yea... Does that mean I should stop taking care of you all the time?”

Tsukishima’s lips made a few protesting sounds, huffing before finally standing up and stretching. “I should get going. I don’t want you to stay up too late or you’ll be yawning all day tomorrow in math.”

Y/N smacked his arm a little making him wince a bit, which just made her laugh, “Go on then. Try to take a shower and ice your bruises. And next time you beat up my ex-boyfriend, call me so I can take a swing at him too.”

Tsukishima smirked and nodded, heading to the front door and slipping his shoes on. 

“Hey Tsukishima?”

He glanced back at her, surprised to find the nervous look on her face. She shifted on her feet for a moment before reaching up and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, “I mean it. Thank you.”

Tsukishima burst into a fit of stammers, insisting that it wasn’t that big of a deal and she shouldn’t make it into one, but his cheeks were glowing red while he waved it away.

The next day at school, Y/N couldn’t help but smirk when her eyes landed on her black-eyed and scuffed up ex-boyfriend. For a string bean, apparently Tsukishima was pretty good at landing punches. Maybe it was the snarky expression on her face, or maybe it was just because she had walked by, but before Y/N could rush past him, her ex-boyfriend stepped in front of her, glowering down at her. 

“Get out of my way, asshole,” Y/N huffed, stepping back slightly.

“You know, I always knew there was something going on with you and Four Eyes,” her ex told her in a low voice, arms crossed in front of his chest. “I should’ve known you were cheating on me.”

“Right, I cheated on you and then broke up with you for cheating on me,” Y/N raised an eyebrow up at him. “Get lost, idiot. I don’t have time for you.”

“You’re saying you weren’t seeing him behind my back? That it’s not suspicious that you two immediately started going out after we broke up?” His voice was raising, causing all the students nearby to glance in their direction, whispers filling the space around them.

“We aren’t going out,” Tsukishima’s voice thudded into the air, his heavy arm flopping onto Y/N’s shoulders. He patted her head gently as he gave her a simple smile before turning his glare onto the dude in front of him. “I didn’t ask her out when you two broke up. But if she’ll have me, I can do it here and now in front of you?” 

The offer stunned everyone around them, even the whispering bunches of teens who had come around to see if these two bruised and beaten up boys would end up fighting again. Y/N looked up at Tsukishima with wide eyes, heart palpitating against her chest.

“I knew you liked her,” her ex scoffed. ���Too bad she’s too good for you.”

“Well if she settled for the likes of you, I must have a pretty decent shot. I might not be the best boyfriend material, but at least I know not to talk shit about a girl like Y/N,” Tsukishima snapped back. His eyes finally met Y/N’s and she had to wonder for a moment if he was being serious or just saying this to show up the asshole in front of them. 

“There’s no way she would go out with you-” the asshole glared at the two of them.

“Yes,” Y/N breathed out softly, both Asshole and Tsukishima’s eyes falling on her. “Ask me.”

Tsukshima’s usually scowling lips turned into a smile, patting her head and ruffling up her hair slightly, “Go out with me.”

Y/N nodded with a smile, still searching his eyes for any sign that this was a genuine interaction. 

“Finally,” Yamaguchi huffed from behind the two of them, grinning widely as they all turned to look at him. “The two of you look good together. Now hurry up, we’re going to be late to class.”

Tsukishima grabbed Y/N’s hand before she or her ex could say anything, pulling her ahead as they followed Yams to class.

“W-Wait, Tsukishima,” Y/N stopped in her tracks as they got outside of the classroom, Yams already heading in.

“What?”

Y/N watched him carefully, still unsure of his intentions. “Thank you, for helping me out back there but...”

Tsukishima’s eyes darkened for a moment, like he was coming to some sort of realization, “If it was just a ploy to you, it’s fine. We can just say it was to get him off your back, that’s fine.”

She grabbed his arm as he started to move away, frowning as she looked up at him, “N-No, that’s... I just wanted to know if you... if you meant it.”

As his eyes met hers again, he tilted his head slightly, “Meant what?”

Y/N sighed, knowing they were going to end up going back and forth on this topic if she wasn’t straight up wit him. “Did... Did you really want to ask me out?”

He gave a smirk and Y/N’s heart started to fall - so it had been a joke this whole time then. “Obviously I wanted to ask you out. I’ve been wanting to for weeks now. Did you think I would just ask you out for no reason?”

Y/N wanted to point out that he could have just asked her out to humiliate her ex but seemed to catch onto this and just laughed. “If you think I’d actually fight a guy for just anyone, you’re stupider than I thought.”

She pouted in return, hitting his chest in defiance, “Hey!”

Tsukishima laughed and flicked her forehead, smirking down at her, “Go out with me. Seriously this time.”

Y/N glared playfully at him, pushing at his chest a little, “Fine. But you’ve got to be a bit nicer to me.”

“I took punches to the face for you, how much nicer can I get?” Tsukishima scoffed but bent down and kissed her nose gently. “Now hurry up, we’re late now, idiot.”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel like everyone was watching them as Tsukishima interlaced their fingers together and pulled her into class, dropping her off at her seat and giving her a cheeky wink, before taking his next to Yamaguchi. 

She glanced at him every few seconds in class, pinching herself each time he would catch her eye and give her a small smile, wondering if her dreams had really come true. Had the guy she had fallen head over heels for really just asked her out?

Yes. And surprisingly, it was all thanks to her piece of shit ex boyfriend and a bloody nose.

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Oh my God. I'm going to go BATSHIT crazy if nobody writes about this. Just the Bunny Event grabbed me by my non-existent dick. Can you do a Reader that REALY loves Bunny Suits? They nosebleed near the brothers and they go in a excited form of themselves if they see even the ears. JUST WHY DID OBEY ME DO THIS TO ME MY FETISH OF BUNNY SIUTS IS SHOWING CRAP-

Not sure if this is the same anon but if not, they’re pretty much the exact same so I’ll do it now :)

Brothers Reaction to MC Who Loves Bunny Suits

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Lucifer

Felt ridiculous as you pressed yourself up on him and started squealing at how cute he looked

Cute was not a word he’d ever use to describe himself but how could he refuse that face

You followed him around all day, clung to his bunny ears like you were incapable of letting go of him

Needed to get some work done but when he pushed you off, you looked so distraught, he kinda just let you do your thing with your hands wrapped around his waist after that

He was sure your eyes never left his ass when he was tending to some customers but the attention was quite nice in all honesty

Definitely couldn’t wait to take it off for good so you’d stop ogling him

Mammon

Almost choked on his drink when you’d launched yourself at him, wrapping your legs and arms around him and feeling up his tail

His face went bright red when you started fondling him all over; messing with his ear like a little kid

The affection was nice, sure, but everybody was staring at him and he needed to work for once

Couldn’t push you off because you’d give him the saddest puppy eyes and his heart couldn’t take that, so he just let you wander after him with your eyes the shape of two massive hearts

He noticed you watching him all through the day, your eyes scanning over him like you were ready to pounce on prey

He definitely swiped the ears and tail when nobody was looking

Leviathan

Not too comfortable at how close you are to him...

You’re practically pressed up against him with your cheek nuzzled against his face with this ecstatic look in your eyes and he was freaking out

He couldn’t hide from you because you’d just find him again, except this time more determined to play with his ears and bunny tail

He couldn’t even begin to imagine how red his face was when you stared him in the eyes with delight in your own, a giddy smile on your lips as you pressed several kisses to his head

Can’t deny he doesn’t love the attention, but he never realised you loved bunny suits that much

Perhaps he’ll ask to keep it so he could wear it again for you...

Satan

You’re not helping the situation he’s in to be quite honest...

First he got stuck in this tight bunny suit, now you’re squeezing him even tighter and won’t leave him alone

He won’t lie, he loves the way your hands run up and down his body and fondle his tail and ears, but do you not realise people were watching?

Spends a lot of time ignoring you and just letting you do what you wanna do, occasionally feeling a sharp pinch on his ass and feeling his face burn up

Can never catch a break around you as you sit on his lap, playing with his cheeks and stroking his hair and ears with this loving expression on your face

He’s so thankful when the ears go back in the box, but he does sort of miss the affection you gave him

Asmodeus

He knew he looked good so when you came bolting towards him he wasn’t too surprised

He did get sort of flustered when you started running your hands up and down his chest and along his bare thighs, going in to feel his ears

You were a distraction to his work in all honesty, but your constant praise made him feel good so he just got on with it with your help

Took a lot more breaks so you two had more alone time together, touching and feeling the other

Allowed you to follow him round as long as you didn’t try groping his ass in front of customers again

He took home the whole suit just for you. If he knew you liked it so much, he would’ve bought it much sooner

Beelzebub

He didn’t originally feel good in the suit but when you came up to him, clinging to his back to play with his ears and telling him how attractive he looked, he felt so much better

Your little praises throughout the night made him work harder, but he was extremely distracted by where your hands were moving to

Your face was constantly in his, displaying so much joy and delight in those bright eyes of yours, he just couldn’t push you away

Got flustered half way through and had to take a break, only to have you sat on his lap moments later playing with his muscles and ears again

Couldn’t really get away from you... perhaps you could do this when you two were alone?

He may have taken home the ears, maybe...

Belphegor

He could barely stand in these damn stilettos, he honestly didn’t need you pushing him down out of nowhere and straddling him to play with his ears

His patience was pretty slim that night but hey, the touch of your hands felt nice on his skin

Your over-excitement towards his costume and your incapable of leaving him alone made him 10x as tired as he was before so he took a lot more breaks

Unsurprisingly, you joined him on the bench in the back room, touching his ears and face and just overall not allowing him to sleep peacefully

Truthfully, he didn’t mind it, but he just wished you didn’t do it in front of his brothers...

He left the suit in the box and hoped to never see it again

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Speed and Stress: Part 2

Masterlist

Thank you to @acollectionofficsandshit for betaing, your comments on this one were unhinged gold 

Word Count: 3.1k

Recommended Vibes: “Perfect Day” by Tundra Beats

Part 1

Your brother was late. Not that anyone was surprised.

“Got the time mixed up,” he says as you climb into his absurdly tall truck. Living in Texas for three years had turned him into somewhat of a country boy, though not enough that he forgot his upbringing. He was still a blue blooded Los Angeles boy, just with a love for trucks and longhorn cattle.

“At least I wasn’t waiting for an hour this time,” you say and sling your bag to the backseat. Deciding to get right to the good stuff, you clasp  your hands together. “So! I have some news.”

Hunter grins at you. “You finally found a job?”

You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. “No, dipshit. Better than that. I got us paddock passes for the whole weekend.”

“WHAT?” He jerks the wheel, horns honking at you as other drivers swerve. You grab the dash to steady yourself, laughing at his outburst. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get general admission tickets? How the hell did you get paddock passes?”

“May have met someone pretty high up at McLaren in Los Angeles,” you say, examining your nails.

“Like, Zak Brown? You met Zak Brown?” Hunter was such a fan boy, you had to laugh. His love for McLaren ran so deep he practically bled blue and orange. The only reason you watched the sport was because of him shoving it down your throat for years, but damn if you weren't glad for it.

“Daniel Ricciardo.”

Hunter choked on air but managed to stay in his lane this time. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I didn’t know it was him when I met him! He was on a motorcycle and I stopped to help film a tiktok and then-”

“Of course you’d stop,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re a sucker for bikes.”

“Yeah well, lucky that I am, cause all I had to do was flirt to get us those passes.”

Your intention had never been to take advantage of Daniel. It was more the opposite in fact; you were just living in the moment and capitalizing on the once in a lifetime opportunity to flirt with your celebrity crush. You had to admit, it turned out better than you'd ever thought it would.

“I can’t believe you seduced Daniel freakin’ Ricciardo,” he says, shaking his head. “You astound me.”

“I didn’t seduce him!” You protest.

"Sorry my bad. You charmed him. That sound better?"

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. I damn near had a heart attack when I figured out it was him but he was kind enough to let me brush it off."

"Well, thank god for your two-wheeled obsession because without it, we would be watching the prix from the nosebleeds."

You laugh and shake your head. Hunter tended to have a poor filter when he was excited and tended to spew whatever was on his mind. "Just watch your tongue this weekend, alright? I'd rather embarrass myself than have you do it for me."

Hunter gives a mock salute. "Yes ma'am."

**********

You'd stuffed five different outfits in your bag in preparation for the grand prix weekend. In theory, it shouldn't be hard to decide what to wear. But Friday morning you changed clothes so many times you lost count. No matter what combination you tried you weren't satisfied.

Finally, you give up and settle on a McLaren polo and denim shorts. Simple and comfortable, but form fitting enough to catch Daniel's eye should you run into him.

You knew you shouldn't, but you pull out your phone to text him anyway.

Thanks again for the tickets. Let me know if you've got any free time so I can properly thank you!

You hit send before your brain has the chance to overanalyze the message. You check your phone obsessively the entire drive to the circuit, only half expecting a response. You tuck your phone in your pocket when you get to the gates, determined not to let it get to you. Daniel warned you he would be busy, and you knew that responding to you was likely on the low end of his list of priorities.

Hunter gets you to the circuit a half hour before they let fans in and you have to listen to him ramble about driver stats the entire time. Normally you don't mind; guessing who's most likely to win each Sunday is something of a competition in your household. But today, you couldn't focus enough to put any thought into your prediction, instead just blurting Daniel's name.

"You're only saying that cause he's into you," Hunter says, grinning savagely. "He struggles in Austin and you know it."

"So? He's in a McLaren this year. You saw his pace in Bahrain, and that was with a damaged floor! He'll podium for sure." You cross your arms and return his grin. "Besides, he's motivated."

"Oh, is he?"

"I told him I'd buy the winner of the United States grand prix a drink. Up to him whether it's him or Verstappen."

"Oh my god you have a date with Daniel Ricciardo?"

"Dude, chill out. It's not set in stone. Honestly, he's probably forgotten that I exist."

"Has he texted you?"

You glance down at your phone and are greeted with an empty inbox. "No. Not after the initial time so I could have his number." You shrug and pick an invisible piece of lint from your arm. "But he said he'd be too busy anyway."

"Guess we'll see once we get to will call, huh? If he's forgotten about you."

"Yeah." An odd feeling rolls through you. It feels a bit like nerves mixed with hope, but you stamp down on it. You were here to enjoy yourself. The trip of a lifetime had been handed to you on a golden platter and you were wont to let something as trivial as nervousness ruin it.

Bells chime as you step into the blissfully cool will call office. A blonde woman with a bit too much blush dusted on her cheeks greets you with a smile. 

"What can I do for you?"

"Picking up some tickets that were left for me by a driver?" You try, unsure of the proper procedure. "I don't have a paper or anything."

She waves a hand in the air as if she expected as much. "All I need is your identification. They should be under the name."

"Oh uh, of course." You motion for Hunter to hand over your wallet and show the woman your driver's license.

"Great. Wait here and I'll grab those for you."

You drum your fingers on the desk while waiting for her to return. After what feels like ages she re-emerges empty handed.

"I'm not seeing anything here with your name on it," she says, her plastic smile at odds with her sincerity. "I'm afraid your tickets aren't valid until Sunday."

"Can you double check? Daniel said they'd be here-"

"So sorry. There's no record of anyone dropping tickets off for you."

You blink, holding your tongue in the face of her blunt response. "Okay. I guess ill try and get it sorted out."

Hunter breaks the tension. "Can't you call him?"

"I can't just call him, I'm sure he's busy."

"Either that or we don't get in. Just do it, he gave you his number and specifically told you to let him know if there were any problems, didn't he?"

Yes he had, but that didn't mean you wanted to disturb him. He was probably knees deep in some sort of race weekend press conference or drivers meeting and heaven forbid you interrupt.  But it was either that or you slink home disappointed and empty handed.

"Fine," you grumble, pulling out your phone with deliberate slowness. Hunter crosses his arms and tips his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well?"

"It's dialing, you good for nothing busybody-"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to call," Daniel answers, voice radiating sunshine.

You cut right to the chase, not giving yourself a single second to evaluate how your heart skips. "Look, I don't wanna distract you on a race weekend but I'm at will call and they're telling me they can't find any passes left for me."

"Let me guess," he starts, raising his voice to be heard over the pneumatic tools in the background, "You're dealing with Jenny?"

Your eyes fall to the name on the woman's lanyard. She shifts under your gaze like she knew exactly who you were on the phone with. "Yep. Spot on."

"Kinda figured she would be a problem. She's got a huge crush on me and does this every time."

You fight back the strange sensation his offhand comment brings to the surface. "Oh, really?"

"I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes or so."

"Oh you don't have to-"

"Hey, no big deal. I gotta go that way anyway."

"Uh, okay. See you soon?"

"Yup. On my way."

You hang up and stare down at the phone, stunned.

"Well?" Hunter asks.

"I guess he's coming here to sort it out himself."

He blinks rapidly and shakes his head. "Hold on. Are you telling me that I get to meet Daniel? Like right now?"

"Can you relax?" You laugh lightly. "Honestly you're gonna freak him out."

"Uh, yeah sure. No big deal, just meeting one of my favorite drivers in the minus five minutes and I'm completely unprepared. It's fine."

If you roll your eyes any harder they'd pop out of your head. "Relax. He's laid back, but I don't want you to freak out and embarrass us both."

"Excuse me," Jenny breaks in, her distaste clear. "Please move aside if you're not picking up passes."

"Er, yeah. Sorry." You shuffle awkwardly off to the side to wait. Cheesy elevator music plays and Jenny shoots you glares until the door squeaks open and the human incarnation of the sun steps inside. Your breathing stutters when the Australian shoots you a wink and a grin before sauntering up to the counter.

"Why hello there Jen," he says, and she giggles coyly. 

"Hi Daniel." She lays a hand on his forearm, the touch light and flirty. "What can I help you with?"

Daniel leans into her, whispering conspiratorially. Whatever he says has her bold smile faltering, replaced by a mask of professional cheer. Daniel shoots you another wink as the woman retreats to a back room, returning moments later with your supposedly missing passes.

"Thank you," Daniel says sweetly, taking them from her and turning to you. "I think these are yours."

"Thanks." You take the passes and hand one off to your awestruck brother. You nudge him and he comes to his senses in time to shake the hand Daniel sticks out.

"You must be the brother," he says. "I see you're a fan."

Dressed head to toe in McLaren colors, there was no other conclusion for Daniel to draw. For once your brother is the one stunned into silence so you answer for him, "Yeah, only a little. He was crushed when you left Red Bull cause Max is his other favorite driver and now he has to split his loyalties between teams."

Dan's laugh snaps Hunter out of his trance. "I know you're busy but do you think you can sign something for me?"

"Of course. How about this?" Daniel snatches the hat from Hunter's head and produces a sharpie from his pocket, signing the brim with practiced efficiency. 

"He'll be texting the group chat about that as soon as you're gone," you tell Daniel who laughs along with you.

Heat rises to your cheeks as Daniel's assessing gaze sweeps you from head to toe. "McLaren orange looks good on you."

Channeling his easy confidence you flash him a grin. "Not as good as it looks on you."

He smooths the hem of his soft shell jacket, smile turning bashful. "Anyway. I gotta run. See you Sunday after I win!"

Your eyes follow him as he jogs back through the paddock until he's swallowed by the crowd. You sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. God, he was gorgeous. And he had such a big heart. It was a shame someone hadn't snatched him up yet, but then again, that meant you still had a shot, even if it was a slim one.

"So where exactly do these get us?" Hunter toys with the lanyard now placed around his neck. "It doesn't say."

"I'm guessing the McLaren lounge," you say and point to the logo on the passes. "Above the garage."

"That's the perfect vantage point for practice."

And it was the perfect view- before getting in the car Daniel walked out into the pit, suited up in his cobalt racesuit and minty helmet and glanced up. You weren't sure if he saw you or not when you waved but he gave a little salute nonetheless.

Hunter was practically glued to the bank of floor to ceiling windows for the entirety of free practice, immersing himself in the experience. You found yourself glancing at the timing tables every lap, silently hoping to see the RIC tag move up. By the end of the second session he had been fourth fastest, a few tenths behind both Mercedes and the Red Bull of Verstappen. 

By the time you make it back to Hunter's house, you're both exhausted from a full day of running up and down the paddock. The pair of you had been determined to soak up every second of it, sneaking into whatever offices you could and stealing bites off the buffets and cups of coffee. 

Saturday’s free practice and qualifying session pass in a blur of color. Daniel drags his McLaren up the ranks to qualify fourth, his best starting position so far this season. He had a decent shot at the podium- Bottas should be easy pickings and if Verstappen and Hamilton made any mistakes, Daniel might even have a shot at the win.

The excitement in the air is palpable as you both flash your badges and head back up the now familiar path to the McLaren lounge. An hour before lights out, the v6 engines rumble to life below. You venture out onto the balcony, watching and waiting for a glimpse of Daniel.

The Aussie does you one better by walking out, race suit on and helmet in hand. He chats animatedly with Michael before stopping and craning his neck upwards. Michael nudges him with his elbow but Dan ignores him, answering your tiny wave with a wink. He mimes taking a drink and you roll your eyes.

Dan throws his head back and laughs, audible over the cacophony below. He gives you one final salute before Michael drags him back into the garage.

Ten minutes later cars begin streaming out on track, Daniel taking the fourth grid place as his mechanics once again swarm him. Tire blankets are secured, keeping them warm and pliable ahead of the formation lap. Thirty seconds before the boys are released, they're peeled back off as everyone scrambles off the pavement. Verstappen leads them away down the 3.4 mile track for the formation lap. Dan does a few small power slides before taking his place on the second row.

One by one, the red lights illuminate and disappear quicker than your blink. Daniel gets away clean while Bottas stumbles out of the gate, leaving himself wide open for Daniel's overtake on his right side. Cheers erupt around you, your brother going so far as to lift you off your feet.

Maybe Dan had a shot at winning after all.

A nail-biting 38 laps pass without a change in the order of the top three. Finally, a mistake in Max's pit stop sees him return to track third, just behind Daniel. The McLaren driver puts up the fight of his life, late braking at every corner and defending his position for all he was worth. Lewis was twenty seconds ahead- he wouldn't be winning but he could defend his second place spot.

Lewis Hamilton, race winner for the seventh time at the Circuit of the Americas!

Daniel Ricciardo crosses the line second, Max Verstappen takes home that last podium step for Red Bull. An astonishing fifty six laps here today in Austin!

The box erupts around you, a roar of cheers making it impossible to hear what else Crofty and Brundle were saying. But it didn't matter as Daniel raises his fist when he swings back into parc ferme, jumping out to be congratulated by his team. It was his first podium for the papaya team and you can tell it means the world to them.

"Looks like you're taking Lewis out for a drink," your brother teases. "Told you he wouldn't win."

"He almost won," you counter. "But hey, I'm not above asking Lewis on a date. Could you imagine? I mean, he would never agree, but still. It would be a hell of a date."

If you crane your neck from the balcony, you can just barely see the podium. Everyone goes quiet for the anthems and erupts again when the champagne is sprayed. The McLaren team chant for a shoey, which Daniel obliges. He sits to unlace his mint green boot and pours champagne into it, drinking from the boot before passing it to Max who joins in on the fun. 

Just as quickly as it began, the celebrations ebb. Daniel is the first to leave the podium which seems odd, given that the PR department surely wants his first big win for the team to be well documented.

Your phone buzzes a second layer. You fish it out of your pocket, a Cheshire grin splitting your face.

"Shouldn't you be busy celebrating?"

"I am," Dan starts, sounding breathless. You can barely hear him over the sound of the crowds chants behind him. "But I want to celebrate with you. I know I didn't win, but how about you let me buy you a drink instead?"

You barely hear anything beyond his first sentence. I want to celebrate with you. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real.

"Um, I'm sorry, you want to celebrate by going out with me instead of your team?"

"If you'll let me. Hey- just text me okay? I can barely hear you over everyone screaming my name. It may be going to my head."

You laugh, drawing the attention of the vip's nearest you. You give an apologetic smile and move further from the crowd. "I'll text you an address. See you later, second place."

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