#that‘s not normal right?

[anantaru]

— rejecting his cuddles

rejecting his cuddles feat. al-haitham, cyno, diluc, scaramouche x gn! reader

a/n: i spontaneously wrote this after coming home from a night out while craving fluff and cute things

genre: fluff, we're a lil bad for messing with them but who cares, right

— al-haitham

"no thanks!"

you couldn't possibly reject his attempt to cuddle you right now, or could you?

at first, al-haitham‘s smile will slowly drop, not at the reason you might think because he actually is sure this has a deeper meaning, right?

jokes aside, actually he had you figured out from the start but wanted to see how far you would go, putting on the best fake facade one could pull off, it's almost as if he was a natural at deceiving people.

"no.. thanks?" al-haitham was quite impressed on how you managed to reject him this smoothly, it even hurt a little if he was being honest.

He wasn't stupid though, he was aware you were clearly messing with him, his little angel could be a little brat sometimes, that's what he cherished and loved about you as well.

maybe.. he should just try again, right?

with that in mind, al-haitham opened his arms again to advance towards your body to close the distance only for you to wiggle yourself away before he could catch up to you.

"no thanks, i‘m good!"

okay, maybe you were quite cruel today, you honestly didn‘t think much of it and wanted to tease your boyfriend, it was mostly him who would triumph over you so it was natural for some payback here and there.

curiosity got the best of you and that‘s why you were pushing your little scheme a bit further than you actually anticipated to do in the first place, seeking a reaction from your boyfriend.

the second rejection was a literal whiplash right into his face, but then it went clear as day to him, the solution to all of this warmly greeting him.

"okay."

if you could play such game, he surely could do so as well, he deducted that if he was to ignore you now, your fake facade would fall within seconds.

how else were you supposed to keep playing this with him not giving you any attention anymore?

al-haitham was about to get up from his seat as you quickly grabbed his wrist, holding him down.

"okay i was joking don‘t go!"

the slight worry on your face was hilarious to him, how he knew you like the back of his hand was almost scary. In his eyes there wasn‘t anything easier than figuring you out.

"you should stop messing with me before i‘m thinking of a way to get back at you."

— cyno

the general mahamatra had a busy life, cyno was on duty every day and once he got home after a long night, the least you could do is hug him!

today you felt like you should play a little trick on him, just for a quick giggle in your relationship. Contrary to popular belief, cyno was actually an overly humorous person, even though his jokes mostly didn‘t land as he intended them to.

with that you heard the front door open with cyno following suit. You decided to greet him as always and walked towards your boyfriend as he tiredly smiled into your direction, already opening his arms.

"how was your day?"

normally you would‘ve hugged him first and then ask him a question, but today you stood right in front of him without drawing yourself into his embrace.

"it was good, come here." once cyno noticed you weren‘t moving an inch, he thought he should be the one to just hug you instead, yet after attempting to do just that …

"no thanks."

there was an awkward silence followed by cyno looking at you in slight disbelief and irritation. His eyes were low lidded and his expression tired, he really just wanted a hug!

"okay, i understand and respect it, but i don't agree with it."

typical cyno, now that you think back at it you don't really know how you expected him to respond to you. He was a gentleman at heart and immensely respected you.

yet though he didn‘t let it on, this was truly the worst thing that happened to him, yet he obviously doesn‘t want to force you either.

with a flash of guilt throwing itself at you like a fierce force, you quickly stopped him with a big hug from behind, resting your head on his back with your arms tightly shut around him.

"i‘m just messing with you, i‘m sorry."

ending your little sentence with a tiny giggle to soothe the mood, cyno turned around to face you at last, looping his arms around your body in return.

"hah, funny."

— diluc

in any other case diluc wouldn't think too much of it, but the way you were denying his physical affection did throw him off in an unnatural amount.

"no thank you, i'm satiated."

"satiated?" the word blurted out of his mouth in an irritated way, he became confused and unable to recall what the most alarming aspect of this situation was right now.

the fact you didn't want his cuddles, which you once stated were the absolute best, or the fact that you stated you were quote on quote, satiated.

satiated by who?

the urge to throw himself into your embrace was always there, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Diluc was patient with you and so were you with him.

yet he would lie if he didn't feel worried about this, the poor guy having not a single chance of noticing that you were clearly messing with him out of sheer boredom.

as a matter of fact, you didn't intend to go this far, nor did you think diluc would grow this anxious now, making up your mind you decided to end your little play after all as he spoke again.

"is something wrong? if i did something you must speak to me."

noticing how he shifted his eyes around the room, the guilt consumed you from within with your hands quickly grabbing his waist to draw him towards your warm body.

"I'm so sorry, i was trying to mess with you don't worry please."

with a momentary silence and his body frozen, he sighed in relief upon snuggling close to you, feeling the fastened beat of his heart, or was it yours?

"hmpf, maybe i shouldn't hug you for a while."

your eyes widened at his overly cheeky, teasing wording, your lips carved into a pout as you searched for his face, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"it was kaeya's idea, not mine!"

— scaramouche

it wasn't often for scaramouche to search for a hug, not that he didn't want to hug you but he still wasn't completely accustomed to it, to trust a person again and simply relax under their touch.

one might say you were cruel for even thinking of pranking him, because who knows how he would react?

you, will now, know, this sliding second, when he suddenly came back from a long boring day, wiggling himself out of his shoes before he came walking towards you.

it became a slight habit of yours to hug whenever one of you would meet the other so scaramouche didn't think too much of it, he was actually looking quite forward to cuddle with you, so when he finally reached his desired destination, you backed away.

"lets not."

his brow raised almost immediately with his eyes lightly scrunched together in irritation, "lets not .. what?"

his voice had an annoying edge, the one you knew far too well. Sometimes scaramouche involuntarily spoke like that, he didn't even mean to come off as rude but it was a natural thing laced in his tone.

"i don't want a hug, thank you for the kind offer though."

the dazed look of bewilderment on his face was adorable, you felt bad for even finding it cute in the first place as scaramouche continued to tilt his head to the side, rambling in a low murmur.

"i don't buy it, you're the one who can't get enough of my hugs so what are you planning this time?"

his arms crossed around his body, a smirk of his brought out a sense of mischief he was way too good at, a fleeting thought of innocent fun.

in that moment he closed the distance to you almost completely, his eyes piercing daggers into your soul when he spoke once again.

"can you hug me now or what, i don't have all day for this."

the click of his tongue was all it took you to understand that he had figured you out yet again. in all honesty, you didn't know what you expected in the first place.

with a giggle announcing itself out of your throat, you quickly gathered him in your arms, nuzzling him into your warm chest.

scaramouche returned your call and embraced you back with his arms tightly clamped around your body, the pressure applied behind it made it difficult for you to breathe, he was practically clamping onto you.

in that moment you noticed how his breathing was erratic and uneven as well, as if for one tiny second, he really did think he had done something to pain you, something to lose you.

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Selfish - Lando Norris x Reader (ft.Oscar Piastri)

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part 2

warnings: mentions of alcohol, s*xual references, contains cheating

summary: Lando can’t be with you. He had told you so countless times. But somehow seeing you with his very own teammate makes him regret his decisions. A twisted game starts, the only question is; who’s gonna end up winning?

„Who?“ Lando chocked on his food, almost spilling the drink in his hand as he sat at dinner table with his friends, letting the evening slowly ring out at his absolute favorite restaurant in Monte Carlo. It had been a long although fun day of all sorts of activities as you had all gone out on his yacht. Coming back you were all a bit sunburnt and tired, not wanting to cook you went out for dinner. Figuring you may head to a couple of bars later as you all enjoyed your time together as well as the first really warm days in Monaco.

„Mister Piastri.“ Max chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows in such a goofy way you swore you could feel the ick forming in your bones. So he quickly earned a punch from you straight into his upper arm as you chewed on your food silently. Your hair still slightly wet from having gotten ready in the matter of minutes at Landos place. Wearing almost no makeup as your freckles had started to come through.

„You‘re dating Oscar?“ Lando basically yelled as he put his drink down, causing a loud thud catching the attention of the tables next to you. You akwardly smiled at the elderly people who sent your friends a disapproving glare. It was always loud when the four of you were together. Max was your brother and that would basically end in bickering ninety percent of dinners. Ria wasn’t that quiet either. And Lando, well, he was Lando. The life of the party. His smile would be contagious and his laughter could lighten every situation. There wasn’t ever a dull moment around him.

„Shh!“ you shushed Lando as you kicked Maxs leg under the table. Ria next to you chuckled, scrolling through her phone. Max squealed in pain, allthough you knew he was being overly dramatic once again „Shut it Max!“

„What? It’s true?“ Lando now continued looking clearly disturbed. Unbelievable. You stared at the Brit before rolling your eyes in an unfaced manner. Lando shouldn’t care right? He had made it pretty clear he didn‘t. So you hoped he‘d not cause a scene now. Allthough you were pretty sure he wouldn’t in front of Max. That had been his ground rule right? Max couldn’t know.

„We‘re not dating.“ you responded never the less, staring at the young Mclaren driver who’s curly hair was sitting ever so perfectly today. Max couldn‘t help but let out a chuckle as you side eyed him. He could really be so goddamn annoying, he made your blood boil. But that‘s a normal thing for siblings to do.

„Oh, sorry. You guys are just hooking-“ Max continued, nibbling on his chicken wing.

„That’s even worse!“ Landos interrupted his friend, wiping his hands on a napkin. His appetite had just left him. His plate still half full. Hi voice was as high pitched as you ever thought it could get. Now your brother sent his friend a questioning look as Ria next to you crossed her arms, very aware of Landos never ending bullsh*t when it came to you.

„How’s that worse?“Max now asked, awkwardly chuckling. He knew Lando was your best friend as well. But of course he didnt get why he‘d be so upset about this. He thought he was just being protective. Ria now raised her brows looking at you, you looked defeated as Lando almost seemed disgusted. His face scrunched up as he stared you down.

„Yeah, why do you care?“ Ria now added fuel to the fire. It was sassy and Lando knew why. He knew Ria knew about everything. She was your best friend. She had already confronted him before but he mostly told her to mind her own business. This was between the two of you. It always would stay this way. Plus it ended months ago.

„I-I…“ Lando stuttered holding up his hands as if to prove he was innocent. He looked at you and then at Max „Look I dont care I just didn’t think Oscar was her type.“

You bit your tounge. Weak shot Norris. You knew Lando still thought you were not over him. Which you‘d never admit to, had some truth to it. But Oscar was nice. He was a decent guy, he treated you with respect and you two had fun. It was the perfect distraction, only Max had to ruin it again. Ruin it by making Lando aware of it. You knew how Lando could be when it camr to you dating other guys. You hadn‘t purposely gone for the teammate. I just happened. A glance at the paddock. A social media follow and just like that the Aussie slid into your dm‘s

„Why not?“ Ria now scrunched her nose, sounding honestly confused at Landos absolute nonsense. Who was he to say, who your type was?

„Well, he-„ Lando now started as he stared straight at Ria. He had no real answer on how he knew. He couldn’t say because he himself was your type. Not in front of Max. „He‘s younger than her. Which I didn’t know she was into-“

„Oh trust me.“ Ria now smirked as you buried your face in your hands not wanting to know what was coming next „Judging from the sounds coming from her room at night she is totally in-“

„Eww!“ Lando and Max now yelled out at the same time. You were bright red now but couldn’t help but giggle, your hand covering your mouth as you looked at Ria. She winked at you. God, you loved her sometimes. She could make anyone uncomfortable. Especially someone who was messing with you. Ria loved Lando as a friend, yet she hated how he had treated you. It wad equally possible. Luckily Max chenged the subject rather quickly after that. Not interested in hearing about his sisters s*x life.

You ignored Landos stares on you for the rest of the dinner and thanked god when it finally ended. The minutes seemingly not passing at all. Lando payed, inviting you all before the group left the restaurant. Stepping out onto the streets of Monaco at night. It was Friday, the weekend just starting so the place had been packed. You guys had to wait for Landos car to arrive, so Ria and Max used the chance to go to the restroom leaving just Lando and you to wait outside.

The Brit played with his yellow team quadrant cap as he watched you type on your phone. The sound of your nails tapping against the screen triggering him beyond measures. He normally wasn’t this petty. He knew he had no right to say anything. But he was annoyed you had to go for his teammate out of all guys. It seemed like you were doing it to get back at

„Who are you texting?“ he blurted out, immediately hearing how weird it sounded. So much on letting your impulsiveness win. But that smile on your face, he couldn’t help it. He had to know if it was him. He wanted to know everything. Had you kissed Oscar? Had you slept with him? It made Lando sick to think about it.

„You talking to me?“

„Who else?“ Lando sassed back. God he hated your attitude. He loved and hated it at the same time.

„None of your business.“ you stated, sending him a fake smile before continuing to text whoever was on your phone. Lando rolled his eyes pacing back and forth. It had to be Oscar. He awkwardly stood there for a while, figuring he better should not say anything else. But adding fuel to the fire was his thing.

„You know it’s not my business if you‘re hoeing around. But it is when you choose to f*ck my teammate.“

„Excuse me-“ you looked up. You couldn’t believe Lando’s choice of words. Once again. You open your mouth wanting to say something but to Lando‘s luck Max came out running before hejumped onto his back the next second. Holding onto Lando like a monkey.

Your mouth still hubg open as you watched Lando put on a fake smile. He spent the next minutes fooling around with Max before his car arrived. Ria came back as the guys stepped into the car, tipping the guy who had brought it. She put her hand on your shoulder, immediately sensing something was up „You okay?“

„He‘s such a d*ck!“

You remember how Lando would always pick on you when you were kids. It lasted till you were teens. He had made it his duty to make fun of you with Max at any chance. But he also was always first in line to protect you. Even more then Max. Every boy Max hated, Lando hated more. Every night you went out he made sure to drop you off and pick you up. He was always there. That all changed. Changed over something so stupid. He had to go and do it. Make you feel special for a second. Making you wait all these years, hoping he‘d finally come around. Finally stand up and tell Max he was with you.

Lando had been your first everything. Your first kiss. Your first time. Your first heartbreak. Max didn’t know. He‘d never forgive him. Or so Lando always thought. Not after lying for so many years. Always telling Max he didn’t know.

He didn’t know where you spent the night; you were laying in his arms hours prior.

He didn’t know where that hickey came from; it had been him the night before.

He didn’t know why you were crying and locking yourself in your bedroom; he had told you he was dating someone else.

You almost couldnt believe the thing went on for so long. It was stupid of you to wait for Lando. You always waited. Lando didn’t know this; you hadn’t gotten with any other guy ever. You had pretended so. To make him jealous as he’d get with all these girls when he was traveling. Or so you assumed. It was a year ago you and Lando officaly ended it. Or he did.

He had always told you; it couldn’t be more than sex. His long hugs and midnight chats were what fooled you. The way he’d caress your hair, whisper into you ear when he thought you were sleeping. But you should have just believed him; It didnt mean anything to him. It never had.

„Ahhh! Your breaking my heart!“ you yelled over the loud music. Earning nothing but a chuckle from Ria as you threw your arm around Oscars neck. The Aussie ,who was holding your waist to ensure you wouldn’t fall or trip over, smirked as he shook his head at your clumsiness. He thought it was endearing though. You were a cute kind of drunk. Much more affectionate than when you weren’t though.

„C‘mon Y/n? I told you I dont dance!“ he defended himself. He had told you as you had called him two hours ago basically begging him to come to this night club. He had just gotten his first own place in Monte Carlo and didn’t really go out much yet. Especially not to dance. But after you had done the most to convince him on the phone the Aussie somehow agreed to come.

Only when he did, he found you hanging over the bar already totally wasted with Ria just laughing her ass off. But Oscar didn’t judge. He loved to see you have fun, so he refused the drinks himself so he‘d be able to get you home safely.

„You’re so-“you grabbed the young guys face, pinching his cheeks and pecking his lips as he just chuckled „You‘re cute.“

„Am I?“ you asked, eyes wide open.

„Piastri.“ Oscar looked away from you seeing his very own teammate and your brother approach him. His heart stopped for a second. He hadn’t told Lando he was seeing you. He had avoided it, knowing the Brit could get weirdly protective over you. So Oscar didn’t know how to react as he just looked at you before muttering through gritted teeth „You didn’t tell me they were here-“

„Who?“ you slurred, placing your head against his shoulder. Your hand going into his hair, his oddly soft hair. Oscar knew the position you two were in already looked bad enough. He didn’t tell Lando he was seeing one of his best friends and he had avoided Max at all costs. So this wasn‘t exactly the ideal way to come clean about it.

„What are you doing here?“ Lando asked, not even greeting the Aussie. But he couldn’t, you were all over Oscar. Lando hated the sight of it. He had thought about it all week since finding out. Now seeing it. The image was gonna be forever engraved in his mind.

„She called me.“ Oscar stated, his mouth dry as Ria punched Maxs shoulder. Because Max was giving Oscar an unnapproving look, which caused the young guy to look terrified.

„She‘s drunk.“ Lando stated pointing at you, as Oscar still was doing the most to help you stand straight. He hated the way he held you. Wanting to rip his dirty fingers off you. He felt like he had been robbed. Robbed even though he knew you werent his. You hadn’t been for so long. The younger Mclaren driver scrunched his eyebrows together, he had no idea why Lando was being so rude to him. He had thought Max had been harsh when they first met. But Lando. Lando was on another level.

„I know. I was just gonna get her home.“ the australian guy stated but was interrupted by Lando walking up to him, grabbing your arm as he forcefully pulled you towards him. Oscar looked dumbfolded as Lando raised his eyebrows, you just laying your head on whatever shoulder it now was. Feeling your head spin. Maybe you had drunk a little too much.

„You always pick up drunk girls at the club?“ Lando spat out. It was a low blow. Even Max found it a little over the top, he tried to stop Lando but was held back by Ria telling him to stay back. Not wanting your brother to make things worse for you.

„What the hell mate?“ Oscar chuckled, trying to overplay the uncomfortableness as people around them were catching on the dispute. Probably thinking Oscar was some d*ck, trying to pick up drunk women. The young guy looked at Lando and then back at Max as if to try to tell him that was bullshit. Oscar didn’t realy care for Lanfos approval. You weren’t his sister. So he didn’t understand why Lando was being such a douche.

„Let it go. She’s not going home with you.“

Lando woke up to loud banging on his bedroom door. He tossed and turned before letting out a frustrated groan. Looking at his phone next to him, god it was early. With a sigh he got up and stumbled to the door, opening it to whoever was causing the unpleasant disturbance so early in the morning.

„What?“ Lando yelled before even seeing who it is. A finger is immediately placed on his naked chest as he looks down at your small frame. He has to prevent himself from laughing, your hair was sticking out into every direction as your smudged makeup made you resemble what he only could describe as a racoon. Or maybe a panda?

„You!“ your voice was deep, signaling Lando that you were mad. He raised his brows as his lips twitched nervously „Me?“

„This is not funny!“ you now yelled, pushing Lando into the room and closing the door behind you. You didn’t want Max and the whole house to hear what you were about to say. A part of living with all your friends you hated.

Lando stood there with only his underwear on as he awaited for you to go off on him with crossed arms.

„You are such a piece of sh*t!“

„I am?“ he chuckled, shaking his head as he placed his hand over his heart. Faking being offended. It was quite obvious to you, that Lando did not take this serious at all and it made you even more mad. It was like it was all a game to him.

„So tell me.“ he licked his lips looking at you with a disgustingly sly grin „Why am I a piece of shit?“

„I woke up to Oscars texts telling me exactly how you literally bullied him out of the club last night!“ you yelled, hearing how childish it sounded. But Lando was immature, it was no secret. He could act like a literal teenager if he wanted to and it made you hair stand up.

„No, No.“ Lando now stated, shaking his head hearing what he was accused of. He knew it was true, but he‘d never admit to „I only didn’t let him take you home. You were absoluetly sh*tfaced!“

„Why do you care if I go home with him?“ you yelled, wanting to rip his head off. Lando clenched his jaw, shaking his head. He knew you both knew why he cared. He hated the thought of you with someone else. He had no right to. So he could never admit it but it was the truth.

„I-I…“ he tried to come up with some logical explanation. But all Lando ever knew was excuses when it came to you. „I don’t want him or any guy to take advantage of drunk girls.“

„Oh, how mighty big of you.“ you hissed shaking your head. You knew it was bullshit. Lando wasn’t like some feminist king going around to protect girls. You turned around, done with his lies as you walked towards the door but before leaving the room you made sure to look back „Just so you know, if anyone’s allowed to take me home while drunk. It isn’t you! Its my boyfriend.“

Boyfriend. That word rang through Landos ears all day long. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Surely Oscar wasn’t your boyfriend yet. He had not told him so last night. He would have surely used it against him? Lando thought about it. It even kept him awake at night. Tossing and turning at the thought of you laying in Oscars arms. You weren’t home. He knew you were probably with him. Within seconds he pulled out his phone. He cursed himself for having to get up early for work the next day before he picked your contact name as he started typing.

Is Oscar really your boyfriend?

No too blunt.

Are you actually serious about Oscar?

No too passive aggressive.

Can we talk please?

Delivered 00:12 AM

„Be careful!“ you yelled out at Oscar as you looked back at the young guy hopelessly struggling on his bike. Riding bikes along the promenade was new to him. Luckily you were an expert, and the guy dressed in his orange Mclaren shirt just had to follow and hope not to embarass himself too badly. Allthough he knew you‘d never let him feel that way.

„Watch out!“ Oscar screamed at some pedestrians, who were busy taking pictures as they all cursed at him. A guy even holding up a middle finger towards him. You never laughed so hard as you could hear Oscar tell him off in a typical Oscar way, very politely and respectful he had told the guy it was rude. There were so many people here for the Gran Prix this weekend. Some even snapping pictures as they recognized the young rookie.

„That was fun.“ you jumped off your bike as soon as you arrived in front of the already busy paddock. It was only free practice day but the place was still packed with lots of visitors and press. Oscar tried to lock up his newly purchased bike, clearly struggling as he panted for air „Yeah was fun.“

You giggle looking at the young guy who you were convinced wouldnt get the lock on that bike on his own „C‘mon Piastri.“

He stood up as he looked at your smile, clearly defeated. He held the key towards you and just as you were about to take it Oscar grabbed your chin going in for a kiss. You smiled at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss not caring if anyone saw. Just as Oscars hand made it’s way down your back and stopped right above your hips a loud noise went off.

You and Oscar jumped apart, at the loud sound of the car horn. Looking to where it was coming from. Your eyes locked with the guy sitting behind the tinted windows. Lando was sitting in his Mclaren holding his hands up as if to claim innocence and pretend he hadn‘t just done that on purpose. He mouthed a short „Sorry“ before getting out his car putting on his sunglasses.

„Morning Oscar.“ Lando strolled past you chewing on his gum, not even acknowledging your presence. You looked after the guy in the white shirt as you rolled your eyes. He could be so goddamn cocky. Oscar only seemed confused. He even laughed it off, figuring Lando had really not intended to do that. You grabbed the Aussies hand as you stomped towards the entrance of the paddock. Oscar just following you, confused on why you were so tense all of the sudden.

„Y/n.“ he stated, stopping in his tracks as you tried to pull him further. You sighed looking back defeated, shrugging your shoulders. Oscar mustered you. That frown. Something clearly was bothering you and it had to do with Lando. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was though. He was scared that by asking, he‘d overstep boundaries. You weren’t offical yet. Despite all the rumors.

„What just happened?“ he knew it. He sensed it. It had been like your world had just turned around. You had looked at Lando so briefly yet it said so much. So much Oscar didn’t understand. Maybe hedidn’t even phantom it as it happened so quick. Cause if he had. If he had looked really hard, he‘d see a girl who was clearly still hung up on someone else.

„Nothing.“ you brushed it off, your lips pressed together.

Oscar knew you were lying. Only he didn‘t have the guts to tell you.

„Alright.“ he nodded, was he mad? You knew you were acting like a bitch. Oscar didn’t derserve this. He deserved someone less complicated. Someone who didn’t lie and hurt people. To your suprise Oscar reached out his hand to you. You hesitated before you took it. You both continuing to make your way inside the paddock. Oscar placed a kiss on your temple just before cameras spotted you „You know you can tell me anything right?“

Anything. You were watching the practice from inside the garage as you felt his presence next to you. He just stood there with crossed arms, his mouth moving. Luckily you couldn‘t understand at least not before taking off your headset that one of the staff members had given you.

„What?“ you sighed looking at Lando who had just gotten out his car early, due to a mechanical issue completely unsatisfied with his performance and the performance of the car. Things could literally only get better. On and off track.

„I said: what are you doing here?“ the Mclaren driver repeated, looking rather unwell with his hair sticking to the sweat dripping down his forehead. The bags under his eyes telling you exactly what you knew already.

„Watching?“ you sassed back, eyes on the screen as you kept your voice low to not catch the attention of anyone. Oscar was still out there to your luck, so there stood no chance of him witnessing what was about to go down.

„Since when do you come to watch free practice?“ he hissed, shaking his head as you completely ignored eye contact. It drove Lando mad. Especially since you wore that. His favorite white dress. He had gotten it for you; you were now wearing it for another guy.

„Since I was invited.“ you now look at him, hoping the harsh tone in your voice would just shut him up once and for all. But Lando just rolled his eyes, getting closer to you before grabbing your arm and pulling you all the way back to his drivers room. You didn‘t do anything, knowing it was time you settled this. Also your legs became pudding just before. You might act all tough but Lando made you incredibly nervous. He looked different this weekend. Grown up.

„You have one hell of an audacity to show up here for a guy who you are clearly not into, in a dress that I payed for.“

You swallowed. 1:0. You couldn’t let that sit.

„Oh, yeah Oscar picked it out this morning.“ you put on a fake smile, basically feeling Landos pulse as you two stood so close. You couldn‘t help it. A glance down at his lips. Was he trying to grow a beard? F*ck. „He also told me how he‘s looking foward to taking it off me tonight.“

Lando clenched his jaw. He wasn’t stupid. He saw those wandering eyes. So he did the one thing that his impulsive mind wanted him to.

„Shut up.“ he muttered before smashing his lips onto yours. You were taken aback. But god. That feeling. Those butterflies. It had only ever been like that with him. You kissed back. You missed him. It had been a whole year. You hadn’t forgotten though. Your hands wrapping around Landos neck pulling him closer as his hands gripped your bare thighs, wandering under your dress. It was a short lived pleasure because as soon as his hand had reached your hips the door was ripped open.

„Lan- What?“

#lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #lando norris #land norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris fic #lando #norris #lando x reader #formula one x reader #oscar piastri imagine #formula 1 imagine #oscar piastri #pierre gasly imagine #pierregasly #max verstappen x reader #max vertsappen #max verstappen fic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc imagine #carlos sainz imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #football imagines #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #george russell #lewis hamilton #football

[skipper1331]

Obsessed // Alessia Russo

Alessia and you were lying on the couch watching modern family. Well, that was the original plan, however Alessia had a different one. The TV shouldn’t have your attention. Alessia should have your attention.

"Lessi, what are you doing?" you giggled.

The striker had her hands on your sides, pulling you into her while peppering kisses all over your face.

"I‘m so obsessed with you, baby." Her eyes were nothing but full of love. Still, all these years later she made you feel like a lovestruck teenager.

Alessia often used that phrase. Because it‘s true. That girl was head over heels for you and has been since the moment she met you.

Many years ago

Alessia and her friends were playing football in the park.

And then there was you walking around with your little brother. Normally, you would be studying but your mother was still working so you had to take care of your brother. You enjoyed it though. Your brother was a little sunshine. Smiley, goofy, laughing. A boy who enjoyed his life.

"I want a dog, missy. You know? It would be so cool! I could play with him all the time. While I throw him his toy I would train my arm. So I can be like gramps." Your grandpa was an absolute legend in handball. The same passion he had, your brother has now. And to be honest your brother was quite good at it.

So the reason why you were at the park was to let him play. You knew there was a little goal which he could use. Nobody used it. You have never seen someone besides your brother use it.

As soon as he saw the goal he ran to it and threw the ball. "MISSY! HURRY UP!!!" he shouted while you walked (slowly in his eyes) to him. His shouting got Alessias attention. She and her friends a bit away. But not only Alessias attention, everyones attention. They all shared a look before they looked towards the both of you. When Alessia saw you her world stopped. You might think of it as a cliche but Alessia Russo had never seen a girl prettier than you. She watched the way you played with your brother, the way you would jump in the wrong way so the ball would go in, the way you played catch and throw.

The whole time while playing with her friends she couldn‘t focus. She was too focused on you. Too obessed with you.

Her touch was sloppy. Her passes were sloppy. Eventually her friends gave up on having a good game. When they started their journey home Alessia thought about doing it too but she couldn‘t go home without knowing your name. She would regret it. Being bold in that moment she walked over to the two of you. "Wrong choice of sport, mate" she joked. "Hi, i‘m Al-" she couldn‘t even finish her sentence because your brother was so offended. "Excuse you! My gramps is a H-E-R-O in this sport." She didn‘t think that her choice of words would lead to this. She just wanted to get know you. "Scotty, be nice. She was joking." In that moment she could‘ve sworn that she was about to faint. Your voice was music to her ears. "I‘m Y/N"

And that‘s how your relationship started.

some years ago

Alessia and you have been a couple for about 2 years and you both couldn‘t be happier. But what Alessia was feeling right now was nothing but happiness. Her day already started shitty and it only got worse. Last night she forgot to charge her phone so this morning it didn‘t have any battery. As a result she couldn‘t read your daily morning messages. In school she found out that she left her homework at home which were due today and training in general was just not it. The worst part of all was that she missed you. She wanted to be in your arms. They would make anything better. Immediately after training was finished Alessia made her way home. She knew you were at her house waiting.

You and her mom were sitting in the living room talking about the new recipe she tried a few days ago when a moody Alessia came home. She didn‘t even say hello. She just walked up to you, grabbed your hand and pulled you along with her. In her bedroom, she wordlessly laid you down on her bed and flopped onto you. Instantly your arms went around her. Her face was hidden in the crook of your neck while she inhaled your scent. "Hard day today, baby?" you asked quietly. You could feel her nod. You pressed a kiss to her temple and started tracing patterns on her back, so she would calm down. You didn’t know how long you‘ve been doing it but when you heard her sleepy voice say "I‘m obessed with you" you knew she was about to fall asleep.

a few years ago

It was family trip time.

Alessias family had invited you to come with them to Italy. Of course you agreed. You have never been in Italy before and with all the stories Alessia told you about her nonna you were excited to meet her. Alessia loved Italy. How couldn‘t she? She loved everything about it. The food, the people, the weather, everything. And now the person she loved most came to the place she loved. She was excited. On the whole journey (the flight and car rides) to her nonnas she couldn‘t shut up about the things she wanted to show you. She was so enthusiastic and full of joy that you couldn‘t stop smiling (at her).

In the first week Alessia showed you around, took you on romatic dates and you, her and her family had almost every night a game night. It was perfect.

One night her nonna made dinner (she always did but this time it was different) she asked you if you wanted to learn how to make a real italian lasagna. You didn’t let that opportunity slip through your fingers. Her nonna showed you how to make the perfect lasagna and while she taught you it she also taught you some italian words and phrases.

Alessia was head over heels. She loved that her nonna liked you, she loved that you and her nonna connected so well. She felt special because you were special. Her nonna had never asked someone who was not blood related to help her make her lasagna. Not one of her brothers girlfriends, nobody. The only thing Alessia could do was watch. She watched you the whole time with big heart eyes. "You really love her, don‘t you?“ her brother asked, snapping her halfway out of her trance but not completely. “Yeah. I‘m so obsessed with her.“ she answered honestly, still with her eyes fixed on you. What she didn’t realize though was that her answer was in fact loud spoken. Not in a whisper like she thought. "I always knew you‘re obessed with me“ giggling you pressed a kiss on her cheek. Her face turning a deep shade of red. "Look at the lasagna we made!“ you stated with so much pride in your voice. You were really proud of that lasagna, hoping it would taste good. "It looks almost as amazing as you“ your lover replied whilst smacking her arm around your waist. "smooth“ the other Russo brother laughed.

The rest of the night was filled with a delicious meal, laughing and enjoying each others presence. That night was one of the happiest Alessia ever had. She was in the country she loved, around the people she loved most. She was at peace.

present

"Still? Years later?“ you whispered against her lips, an inch away. ”Yeah“ she breathed.

With that being said she kissed you. She kissed you like there was no tomorrow. She kissed you like you were the only girl in the world (because for her you were). She kissed you like she would do it for the rest of your lives.

After all those years Alessia was still obsessed with you and neither of you wanted it any other way.

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#alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #alessia russo #man utd women #lionesses #lionesses x reader #engwnt x reader #engwnt #arsenal wfc

[neobora]

I need some advice please…so here it is since 2020 that I manifest my db, I went through a lot of methods of all kinds like many people, but without ever. Normally, when I was not feeling well, I was able to encourage myself. I discovered not long ago the states, it changed a lot my vision of things and I was very optimistic at the beginning but recently I am more and more complexed with my weight/body and the sun starts to come back so I have to buy clothes (which I didn't do anymore because of my complex for years) even if I feel good in my 4D, I have the impression that my 3D catches up with me. I get depressed a lot I don't know what to do anymore I feel like I'm missing out on my life by dint of hiding… I'd like to lose 16kg, I know it's not the kind of state I should be in but right now I just really need advice… thanks <3 :(

"i have the impression that my 3d catches up with me"

waitwaitwait…. i think this is your problem. you need to stop giving the 3d so much power and seeing the 3d and 4d as separate.

the 3d is your mind reflected. it always reflects you. the 3d is not something you HAVE to be afraid of! no one is doing that to you but yourself. it just shows you what you assume within. don‘t try to force a change in the 3d, you can only change by changing SELF. i know what it‘s like to constantly be scared of the 3d and worry about it. even when you‘re 'trying to manifest' but at the same time you are scared of what the 3d shows you, you can never really fulfill yourself.

here i explained that you need to identify with the INNER MAN. right now you are doing the opposite, you FEEL like you are stuck in this outer world with circumstances you don’t like. but that’s just tricking yourself into forgetting who you are at your core: the inner man. you are always the creator, no matter what, you constantly create what you see in the outer world. you create assumptions, fears, doubts, worries etc. but that does not mean you have to FEEL them and identify with them! once i became aware that i don’t have to FEEL like something i see outside or hear in my mind is true, i stopped caring about the 3d. if i do not feel (identify with) it, it‘s not important to me and doesn’t say anything about me.

i think fear is what stops most people. "but what if xyz happens? what if it doesnt work? what if…." where is all of that happening? in your mind. and who has complete control over your mind? YOU.

this is something you can do when the fear hits that i discovered while i was really struggling: make yourself aware that you are creating ALL OF THIS. then instead of forcing the fear away or forcing good feelings, let the fear pass over you while identifying with the inner man and see that even though it is there, you do not have to identify with it. when i did this the fear turned into pure freedom and adrenaline after a while, it was such an insane experience ngl. it felt so good and freeing. i think i‘ll make a separate post for fear sometime to explain it further.

from there you can fulfill yourself in your imagination without the constant fear nagging you. but it‘s important that you stay persistent without falling back into old states or identifying with your doubts. you created them, remember? you can choose what you feel. what‘s helpful here is seeing the 3d as a dream or (literally) as your mind. if you see something you do not like, remind yourself that‘s not you anymore and you already KNOW you have all you want because you are the creator. you don‘t have to feel urgency or ask "where are my desires?" because you already have them IN IMAGINATION, in your mind, the only thing that gets reflected.

#my asks #loa #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #self concept

[beardedhandstoadshark]

no more distractions, only boss time

oh man that is not ominous at all nope

EGG (and the shadiest resting place of all time. I don‘t like the sounds of breathing in the background either)

Oh hey it’s a normal bench. Cool. Also apparently we are 96% complete. I‘m missing a single mask and vessel piece, are those the other 4?

SLDDKSLF the violin crescendo-ing in anticipation. Oh man, this is it huh. Okay, here we go

I t i s l o o k i n g a t m e

there‘s more tones joining the violin, all higher than the last to end in a crescendo of dreadful anticipation. Oh man that is some excellent auditory design right there

Yup. There it is.

NO HOLD UP WHY IS THAT PAL DOING THE SHAW, IT’S DOING HORNETS MOVE

Are they actually actually related am I killing her parent or sibling or smth is that why she both still looks exactly like it and is hanging out here cuz the whole place got sealed by her family

the music change in phase three is cool too, really somber. Befitting of an end, really.

…Ah. I was wondering what the weird repeating squish sound was. That…that explains it. God and the actual attacks are slower too now. That‘s just…that’s all so messed up.

(I wonder, did they tell it this would happen? Did it know, that it was only a matter of time? That it‘d always have to end this way?)

You can‘t dreamnail it either, btw - it‘s just getting blocked. I got the upgrade, so maybe it needs the full 2400 power; or perhaps those dreams have long since been sealed away?

Three phases and that was it. And finally using the focus for what it was most likely intended for, all along.

Guess my first assumption of playing as the Hollow Knight isn‘t so far off now after all, is it?

"Congratulations- Good job on accomplishing this heroic task“ it was a task for sure. But heroic? No, no i don‘t think so. Not the way things are. Not the way Hallownest is and will continue to be. Not the way the cycle is bound to go on.

Really tho this is a VERY good game, the gameplay is on point and so are the level design, sound, presentation, etc. It was very fun to come up with theories and seeing them turn true or false- and props in that regard for setting clues and allusions up in a way that lets you actually come up with said theories and guesses in the first place, without feeling like it was super convoluted or totally obvious at the same time. That‘s quite a feat too. This was the normal ending as far as I‘m aware, so there‘s definitely some extra context/lore/story to be had, and I‘m gonna get those too. So, sorry to anyone who thought the hollow knight tag was free of spamming, it‘ll most likely be a while still.

I can see why people are waiting for Silksong so badly.

As it stands, I completed this game with 96%, in 46h 17m 24s. Yep, definitely those missing shards.

HARDCODE MODE akslflslfls and they’re making you speedrun this mode too yea no I‘m never gonna 100% achievements wow oof

the background changed and its basically a beating heart I do still wonder if getting another ending might shed some light (hah) on why the syrup juice sickness corruption etc has a synced heart beat. This isn‘t the first time it had one. Hm.

#hollow knight #toast plays hollow knight #not sure if it reads in those notes but: #AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH #yea

[ezay]

Summary: you and mikasa have always been a little bit closer than normal. You see how far it can truly go

Pairing: Modern AU | Mikasa Ackerman x Reader Warnings: She/her pronouns used, pet names. Eating out, scissoring, and fluff! 18+ ONLY PLEASE. MINORS DNI! You will be blocked.

Author note: This is my first fic ever posted take is easy on me this is meant to be cute and fun :) idrk what to say except hope you enjoy! this was proofread with half ass effort sorry ahaha

Edit: I’ve been kinda skimming over it corrected a couple misspelled words

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Your favorite scene to paint in your head was Mikasa’s long hair let loose with a tiny white tank on, her back to you as you call her name.

She would turn around with a soft smile “hmm?” You took her in, a slight blush to her cheeks and a few stray hairs from your previous nap and other activities “Nothing you just look good baby” you would say giving her a dazed smile back. You wondered if Mikasa thought about having those moments with you too, not as friends but as more like a partner. You know there’s something between you two, “friends” don’t cuddle in such close proximity, especially half naked (sometimes ;)).

“Friends” don’t discourage you from talking to all the fine girls you see simply excusing it with “you can do better” (the only baddie you r getting is her)

And “Friends” definitely don’t make dinner for each other when you go to their house (basically everyday) and pack a lunch when it’s time to go to work (bc that’s the only time you leave each other alone)

You were growing restless of not exactly knowing what you two “were” so you decided you were going to take action later on when Mikasa came over to just hang. She told you she’d be on the way after she helped Eren pack for a trip to visit the family in Germany, you decided to buy her favorite snacks from the store real quick so she had something to come eat. As you set the stuff up in the living room you heard knocking at your door signaling Mikasa was here, you open the door to see her standing there in short shorts and a tiny baby blue tank top due to the scorching weather “hey it’s fucking burning out here” you softly exclaim, as you open the door wider to let her in. She lets out a giggle as she comfortably walks to the living room happy to be in the air conditioning “I know and I had to help Eren load like 5 suitcases you know how his family is” she breathily laughs out. You watch as she uncaps and drinks the beverage you got her, you turn on the TV on your way to sit next to her and hand her the remote so she can choose what to watch.

She ends up choosing Avengers: Infinity War because it’s long and she could spend all that time cuddled up next to you, “We haven’t ruined this movie for ourselves yet surprisingly” you comment as the devastating death of Loki plays on the screen “mhm it’s still entertaining” she hums back as she scoots closer to you, tossing her legs over yours and laying her head on your shoulder.

You shift so you’re both brought closer together, and you can wrap your right arm around her to softly stroke her hair. The movie goes on for a bit more before you think “This is it” you slowly start ghosting your fingers up and down her legs you feel her slightly shiver, so you press down a bit more actually letting your fingertips feel her smooth skin “love when do things like this help me relax so much” she dreamily sighs out “fuck it” you think. You gently grip her upper thigh, softly kneading it while looking at her “can I try something that‘s not what friends do?” you ask looking at her, Mikasa straddles your lap and places a gentle kiss to your lips ``I wanted to make the first official move…” she shyly mumbled you feel your body become light, you hold eye contact with her before looking at her lips putting your right hand under her chin to pull her into a wet kiss, your tongues pushing against each other before you grip her hair with your other hand pulling her head back just a bit.

She resembles that picture you often painted in your head, hair a bit wild already and her cheeks flushed, you closed your eyes and exhaled through your mouth before diving into her neck biting then licking the spot, she was whines a bit while humping your groin “I want you to touch me please” she whimpers rolling her hips particularly harder. You loudly gasp, grabbing her hips continuing her movements “yeah? Touch you where” you raspingly tease out. Despite your teasing Mikasa boldly grabs your hand to cup her wet center “touch me here like I know you’ve been wanting” she smirks back. you are still, a bit surprised before slowly rubbing her. You could feel it was a bit damp, so you start taking her shorts off along with undies - Mikasa lifting her hips a bit in assistance.

Eager to feel her more you take off your bottoms, both getting rid of the rest of your clothes. Her bare tits instantly in front of your face have your brain fuzzy, so you take one in your mouth lick around the nipple before softly starting to suck on it giving the other one some stimulation with your fingers. Mikasa lowly moans continuing the rocking of her hips against you going to fondle your tits, you finally let go and reconnect your lips in a sloppy kiss.

You can’t contain your moan, only the universe knows how long you’ve been wanting this, you’re sucking and licking at her tongue pulling away to lick her neck and leave some dark spots around there. You trail your fingers up and down her thigh before resuming where you left off, her pussy so wet you’re just gliding up and down

“I want to taste you so bad you gonna let me do whatever hmm?” You ask her eager to just please the fuck out of her “go ahead and show me how good you wanna make me feel love” she says in a sickly sweet voice.

instantly, you lay her down peppering kisses all over her collarbone before moving down to her tits softly biting one of her nipples then running your tongue over it, you place loud wet kisses down her stomach until your face is between her thighs. Her glistening pussy looking at you hole slightly clenching from how horny she is “you have the prettiest pussy Mika. so wet baby” you lay your tongue flat starting at her hole licking upward to her clit before swirling around her precious bud sucking on it.

“Just like that” she whimpers resting her hand on the back of your head, you slide one finger into her hole feeling the resistance of her walls then another one creating a steady rhythm you continue to swirl and suck at her clit she pushes your head into her every once in a while “feels so good make me come please “ she whines. You start moving your fingers faster, drunk off the wet noises her pussy is making you feel her legs shaking, so you lap at her clit sideways sucking until you feel a warmth spreading thru your mouth.

“Fuuck!” Mikasa squeals from the sensitivity you keep her legs open cleaning her up, you push your tongue in her hole before gently sucking the remaining left “wanted to do that for so long” you mumble, more to yourself. Mikasa pulls you up by your hair shoving her tongue down your throat you shamefully moan, pushing yourself up to her level you lay her down so you're over her. You move her hair out of her face “you trust me pretty girl?” you ask her ,without hesitation she nods with a positive hum, so you pull her legs up into a V shape rubbing her juices around a bit before lightly placing your pussy on top of hers rocking deliciously.

Mikasa moans at seeing the lewd scene your mouth hangs open a bit at the site of your biggest wet dream come true “wanna be messy” she whines at your precision strokes “fine baby” you smirk down at her rubbing your clits harder against each other, feeling the wetness spread and your clits tingle with pleasure. You push down so your arms are supporting you next to her head you move your head down capturing her lips in a kiss, you take one of your hands to pucker her lips and spit in her mouth “baby” Mikasa chokes out after she obediently swallows.

“You liked that huh” you look down at her slowing down to prolong your orgasm the back of her heels dig into your back “pleasee wanna come again” her shiny eyes look into you. That’s enough for your brain to melt wanting to just rub pussies together until you felt her slick running down your thighs. Mikasa yanks you to her lips “kiss me pretty” she whispers you feel so hot all over instantly invading her mouth with your tongue having the nastiest make out session, spit probably coming out the sides of your mouths.

“Gonna cum gonna cum fuckk” Mikasa's high pitched voice squeaks out “yeah come all over my pussy wanna feel that, yeahh” you exhale the pleasure from your clit spreading throughout your bottom making your hole clench from making her gush for the second time

“Ahh, you’re so good baby” she shakily whispers coming back from her orgasm. You plop next to her wrapping your arm around her waist “you’re so fucking beautiful in every way possible Mika” you whisper she lifts your chin up with her fingers “thank you baby girl I love you” she places a kiss on your nose then your forehead, wrapping her arm around you. Your heart is beating to the point you hear it in your ears “I love you too, soo much” you bury your face in her chest you feel the way her body shakes as she giggles, and you smile happy that you don’t have to keep thinking about what could be.

You both stay laid up confident you can call each other “mine” after today.

Another AN: im like a grandparent when it comes to tumblr so I’m so confused why the italics didn’t transfer from google docs to here.. I will figure it out as I go lolll

#mikasa smut #attack on titan mikasa #mikasa x you #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman smut #aot smut #aot mikasa #aot thirst #aot x reader #aot fics #aot thirsts #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #snk fanfiction #snk smut #snk

[beep-beep-robin]

can we talk about how everybody is hating on and purposely misgendering skye from tsitp because they find them „cringe“? i will either way.

it‘ll keep surprising me how intolerant people can be. have you for once thought about the fact that not everyone knows how to act perfectly normal in social situations? they could very well be autistic or neurodivergent in general. there‘s no need to keep pointing out how „different“ and „cringy“ they are. everybody‘s different. some people don‘t fit into your standard of „normal“ and „socially acceptable“. and they don‘t owe you that. sorry to burst your bubble.

the second part of this is them using they/them pronouns. they specifically state them in the show. why people would go out of their way to call them „it“ while saying insulting stuff about them is beyond me. there‘s an actor behind that character.

just because you don‘t perceive them as conventionally beautiful doesn‘t mean other people don‘t think they are. what gives you the right to determine that for this person? why do you think it‘s okay to constantly hate on them for kissing a more popular character? it‘s a fucking tv show. get over it.

i don‘t see as much hate towards belly even though she keeps jumping from brother to brother and breaking both of their hearts over and over again (i love belly, don‘t get me wrong, but maybe think a little more about other people‘s emotions). that‘s a little more damage than simply acting „cringy“.

why? that‘s right. because she‘s neurotypical, straight, conventionally beautiful and you want to ship her with two conventionally beautiful boys.

i don‘t know if i‘ve put my thoughts into words perfectly but this about sums it up i‘d say. tldr: neurodivergent people exist, they don‘t owe you „normality“, people are allowed to be „cringy“, queer people also very much exist, they don‘t owe you conventional beauty, if you hate a character so much just stop watching the show istg. and maybe think about how all your shitty edits are making the actor feel.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #elsie fisher #skye fisher #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher #autism #neurodivergent #lgbtq+ #queer #non binary #autistic

[nutstickler78]

hai! heard u had comms open. If i got it right,do you have any hcs about anhane?

Anhane ↣ꨄ

MY FIRST REQ!! And yeah, ofc I do :]! Thank you for requesting this, aun-muaq!

This might be a bit OOC cuz I haven’t really read up on the most recent VBS story (on EN), so I‘m truly sorry if something is incorrect! :[

Also I did. this before going to sleep lmao

☆ To start off, let‘s talk about Nicknames! I feel like they‘d either have the cutest or most CORNIEST nicknames for each other, no in between

☆ An would call Kohane: Kohammy, Babygirl, Honey, Sweetiepie and My SUPER TALENTED SINGER AMAZING DANCER AMAZING GIRL WHO IS ALSO THE CUTEST AND MOST BADASS AND PRETTIEST AND KINDEST SUPER SWEET GIRLFRIEND

☆ I‘d like to think Kohane is more normal (but also cornier) about the nicknames she gives An, such as: My Inspiration, My Love, My Darling, My Angel and My Really cool girlfriend who‘s as bright as a star and amazing girlfriend who I really love a lot and hope to marry her someday she‘s so pretty and cool and I love her so much.

☆ I feel like they both are SO whipped over each other, like notice how I gave both of them at the end a little swooning for each other? I feel like that would be them when they‘re not with each other and would unknowingly start talking about each other.

☆ I feel like An is a night owl despite being so energetic during the day, so I believe that in the nights, when they‘re cuddling with each other, Kohane usually dozes off as An rambles to her about who knows what!

☆ THEY‘D WEAR MATCHING HANDMADE EARRINGS !!! I WILL ACTUALLY DIE AND DISAPPEAR ON THIS HILL!!!

☆ if they‘re in each others vicinity, they‘re holding hands, no telling my differently. The only time they aren’t holding hands together is when one or both of them is/are carrying too many things.

☆ Kohane can crochet and with that magical ability, she crochets cute gifts for An, such as plushies, or hand mittens, or a winter hat, or another plushie and the list goes on!

☆ As for An, who‘s on the receiving end, she always proudly displays any work Kohane gifts her. Cold winter day? No worries! This scarf will keep me warm! See a cold little kitty? That‘s her kitty now and she‘s keeping it warm with one of Kohane‘s mini sweaters and with one of Kohane‘s mittens.

☆ Talking about Stray cats, if An and Kohane ever moved in with each other, I feel like they‘d keep bringing home any stray they catch even the slightest glimpse of in the streets!

☆ Lowkey they‘d at least have 3 cats; Princess Pickles, Nuclear Bomb and Tom (yes I‘m serious about these exact names)

☆ Though, despite being so whipped for each other, I definitely do think they‘d want to keep their relationship private from the public and only let their friends know.

☆ They both constantly get/make gifts for each other, they definitely have a whole organized pile from gifts of each other.

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That should be it! I Hope you enjoyed it :] it was actually my first time writing headcanons, so I‘m still new to this whole thing.

#anhane #an shiraishi #kohane azusawa #project sekai #pjsk #character x character #an x kohane #Nutstickler78 Writing

[found-wings]

bet sometimes etoiles sometimes is idle with phil and out of nowhere just goes-

". . . so . . . do you know what cool item I'm going to get next time I fight the code ?"

"oh my god."

"(wheeze-filled laughter)"

"no! no etoiles- please enlighten me; how in the world am I meant to predict that ??? "

"I don't know man- is it so wrong of me to check all options !? maybe you just have a suspicion !! can you at least tell me if I'll get armor next ?"

and he just gets a lighthearted glare and harmless shove in return from phil, who knows damn well that this is just etoiles messing around with the reveal of being partially code (in an attempt to make phil feel normal again within the server, as if this realization was just another mystery of the island that the people would forget about in a day's time) (aaaaaaa puts codebreakers in maracas and shakes i love them sm) - 💿

Wait hold up I LOVE THAT THOUGH

Playfully joking about things surrounding the code aspect of Phil here & there and getting him to laugh about it as if it‘s the most normal thing in the world to know, because that‘s what Etoiles wants for him - to be able to feel like he used to be, like he fits right in with the others, as it should be!

Honestly it‘d be even funnier if Phil jokingly starts to respond with a random item every time Etoiles asks jokingly what item he’ll get next and next time he fights the actual Code - guess what item he receives. ( Admins purposely messing around with it, LMAO )

Just imagine Etoiles instantly going looking for Phil and being like „EXPLAIN YOURSELF“ while wheezing and yeeting the item at an startled and confused Phil- something about that is so endearing to me, even if it doesn‘t exactly fit in with the „serious aspect“ of the Code ykyk

I will now be thinking about this the entire time I try to sleep soon WHEEZE

#i am holding them both gently and squeezing them violently / aff #qsmp #Code Philza <3 #💿 anon #Winged.Rambles

[jeork]

Laurie's drugged-up heterotopia

Wohoo I finally got around to continue reading. So: Laurie is transferring out of the EMS hospital and into the city hospital. Right before, within a staggeringly short interval, he kisses Andrew, has a sex dream about Ralph and feels arousal when kissing Nurse Adrian. That‘s a lot of action for our boy. The Andrew kiss has its own reasons, but for the other two I would say they‘re connected: Laurie is mostly off the drugs.

Throughout the first half of the book Laurie oscillates between being in pain and being high on pain killers. Both options are pretty unsexy. He spends a lot of time considering his disability, but besides that naturally is pretty out of touch with his own physicality. Ideal conditions to strive towards a sweet sweet platonic love.

There‘s a lot of reasons why Laurie has a "love at first sight" moment with Andrew. Andrew looks like young Ralph, wears the same color as their school uniform, whistles classical music, is one of the first young middle class guys Laurie has opportunity to interact with in a while, and is unattainable enough to fit into Laurie's romantic ideal.

On my first read I was surprised about Laurie‘s sudden acceptance of his romantic feelings for Andrew. It made him come across as quite well-adjusted, mature and confident. This illusion was maintained until he had to start going into the city. He's young and all muddled up and here it really shows. When Laurie accepts his romantic feelings for Andrew, he doesn‘t accept his own homosexuality, that‘s where my confusion lay. He accepts a philosophy that's supposed to discreetly deal with the problem. He accepts inaction.

There‘s many strong allegorical contrasts in the book that represent the choice of action or inaction: To fight in the war or not to, to be stationary or in constant movement, the countryside and the city. Laurie‘s stay at the EMS reminds me of a heterotopia. It‘s idyllic, you see very little of the actual war. He’s surrounded by a strange array of people he wouldn’t normally interact with. He‘s doped up, in Eden, then in Limbo. Andrew to him is this this mix between a real person and an idea. I always had the feeling that Laurie preferred Andrew that way. I‘ll get back to it when I get to Andrew‘s last letter, but I don‘t think Laurie desired for Andrew to be attainable.

Then Laurie gets out of his drug-fueled haze, gets thrown out of his idyll into the real world and realizes that unfortunately he wants to fuck.

#the charioteer #mary renault #tc fandom reread

[hllfireclb]

Call me Valentine Munson | Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of smut, mention of drugs, Eddie smoking a joint, some hurt kinda? If I missed any please let me know!

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: I hate Valentine’s Day. I actually wanted to go into detail more and make this a longer OS but my absolute hate for that day is too big (sorry) plus I couldn’t handle even more soft/ hurt Eddie. I don’t wanna cry in the middle of the night lol. I‘m also still working on requests, please bare with me😭🫶

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any kind of mistakes in the story. Feel free to send requests and please read navigation or check out my masterlist! Feedback is always appreciated but please stay constructive! Don’t like? Don’t read! Enjoy the story!

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You knew that Valentine’s Day would be new to Eddie, especially because he told you that he hates this goddamn day. 14th of February. His official "hate date“ how he likes to call it. He told you that he doesn't understand the concept of valentine's day, that he doesn't see the point in showing your loved one, all of your "love" for just that one day and that if it was up to him, he’d show his girlfriend love all the time. You gladly agreed with him, with the fact you both hate that day and will never be like the cheesy couples as soon as you got into a relationship yourself.

That was exactly one year ago when you and him were best friends only, nothing more. But now? Now you‘ve been dating the, number one Valentine’s Day-hater and even though the two of you agreed, that you will show each other how much you love the other every single day and that Valentine’s Day was complete bullshit, you‘re still sad that you won’t get anything on that special day.Well that‘s what you thought.

Why should he gift you something on the day he abhors the most? Why should he surprise you with something? He thinks you hate the day just as much as he does, right? So it‘s pointless to give yourself some hope for a small present or a rose.

So you started this day just like every other. Going to school, studying your ass off in the library during your break since your beloved boyfriend decided to stay at his trailer with the lame excuse that "he doesn’t want to see all the cheesy shit in the hallways" like he said on the phone when you called him from school earlier.So instead of hanging out with the only person that could brighten up your day a little, you sit here, alone, studying for the next biology test.

What a great Valentine’s Day.

The day goes by slower than usually. It‘s always like this when Eddie‘s not around you. The world gets grey and boring without him by your side. Minutes feel like hours and your lips barley form into a smile on these kind of days.

So when you stop your car in front of his dark trailer you should be on cloud seven, happy to be able to jump into his arms and give him a big hug, followed by a passionate kiss. But today‘s different. Of course you‘re happy that you can be by his side now, snuggle up to him on the sofa while watching a movie together and eat some popcorn…but the fact that you had to see all these happy couples together today did something with you.

You‘re disappointed. Disappointed that Eddie didn’t even think about showing up to school, so you at least were able to judge all these giggling, feet kicking couples together. It would have been a lot easier for you of he would have been by your side.

You shrug off all your thoughts before you step inside his trailer, not wanting to seem upset or sad so he’d feel bad at the end of the day. While you start to take off your shoes and jacket, you notice something very unusual. The trailer is quiet and all lights are turned off. The only source of light comes from Eddie’s room. Normally Eddie would stand in front of you already, wearing the cutest smile ever while he’d reach out for you, placing a soft kiss on your lips afterwards. Some music would be playing quietly in the living room because he knows you don’t like it, to get your ears blasted away after a long school day…but today there was nothing. No music, no hugs, no Eddie.

Did he forget that you wanted to come over?

"Hey Eddie! I‘m home" you say, your voice slightly raised, expecting him to hear you. When you don’t get an answer you start to worry. Maybe he‘s in his room? You think to yourself to calm your mind down from the instructive thoughts that start to fill your head. Taking a big, deep breath before you start walking towards your boyfriend’s bedroom, hoping that he’d be there. Exuberantly you swing open his door, expecting him to be sleeping on his bed or maybe writing something new for his upcoming D&D campaign with the boys. You were expecting anything but definitely not what you‘re seeing in front of you right now.

The dim lights of a few lavender candles being the only sources of light in his room. Filling the air with a pleasant smell, mixing together with the smell of weed, cologne and Eddie. His, usually very messy, bedroom is cleaned up. The clothes that would normally lie everywhere are hanging in his closet, the bed is freshly made, the random stuff and trash on his desk and shelf is gone too and it looks like he even vacuumed the room.

In front of you, you see your reason to smile every day. Eddie. He‘s holding a small bouquet of roses in front of his chest, his hair looks washed and fluffy just how you like it. He’s wearing a black jeans without any holes in it and his tattoo covered chest and muscular arms are hugged nicely, by a white button up shirt. As you step a little bit closer you‘re able to smell his scent, or how you like to call it, your personal drug since you can’t get enough of it. He‘s showing you the beautiful smile of his as he starts speaking softly.

"Too much?" His voice is barely above a whisper when you stand directly in front of him, the flowers being the only thing that keeps you away from pulling him into a tight hug. Your lungs feel empty and your mouth turns dry in the split of a few seconds. Like it was said, you expected anything but that. Your boyfriend cleaned up his room and got pretty flowers, for you.

That’s something that no one ever has done for you yet and it just feels so personal because you know Eddie hates this goddamn day…plus he cleaned up for you. If there‘s one thing he hates more than Valentine’s Day, it’s probably cleaning up. Especially because he‘s known for his Organized "Munson Mess“ how Wayne calls it. He even got you pretty flowers that look quite expensive and you know he‘s probably low on budget again. How could you still be mad at him for not showing up at school after all of this?

When you don’t answer Eddie it‘s his turn to feel worried. Maybe it’s too much you? Maybe you don’t like anything of this cheesy stuff? You‘ve agreed with him back then, when he told you that he "hates“ Valentine’s Day.

Truth is, Eddie doesn’t hate it. Yes, he gets annoyed by the couples at school every single time..but that was only because he used to be alone on this day for twenty years straight. He never got love from anyone expect Wayne, but you can’t quiet compare this love with actual love. So he decided to walk the easy way and hate on this one, stupid day of the year. But deep down Eddie Munson is, and always was, a hopeless romantic.

"I knew it would be too much…I‘m so sorry Sweetheart! I just- I just thought it would be cute to give you something..I didn’t come to school today just to prepare some things for you!" He starts to explain himself while putting away the roses. Before he can continue his small rant about how stupid that idea is, you stop him by pressing your lips onto his own. Soft but passionate. Confusion takes place on his face when you softly let go off him, smiling like an idiot.

"It‘s perfect Ed‘s. I Love it! I actually was kinda sad that you left me all alone in school today earlier but now? I couldn’t be happier right now." you whisper against his lips, before crashing your own onto his again. He happily joins the kiss, pulling you even closer to his chest as his hands find their way to explore your body. They squeeze the flesh of your ass and thighs, he even massages one of your boobs slowly to give himself some comfort.

A few moments pass before you pull away from him to get some air, still smiling like an idiot who‘s in love...and you are. After Eddie explained the whole situation, why he had to take a day off school, so he could prepare this whole surprise and get everything for it, the two of you sit down on the sofa like you usually do. Some random movie plays on the TV while Eddie feeds you with the food he ordered before you arrived at his trailer. It’s actually a miracle that you didn’t smell any of it when you walked inside earlier.

His shirt is opened slightly, just enough to present you his beautiful chest with it‘s soft hair on it. You‘re sitting between his legs, facing him with a smile on your lips as you play with the buttons of his shirt. "I‘m sorry again…that I left you alone at school today y’know? But to be honest, I‘m happy that I didn’t have to witness Jason Carver’s cheesy-ass speech for Chrissy. Most of the stuff he says, is probably bullshit" Eddie says while he places the empty plate on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

His comment making you giggle softly. His eyes meet yours, the sound of your soft voice causing him to join you with a deep chuckle, while he teaches for the already rolled joint. "God we‘re just like these weird couples at your school. You know, the ones we always judged?" You offer him a smug grin but all he does is shrug.

"So what? Call me cheesy because I am. You made me this way!" He grins back at you, his fingers poking into your sides just enough to make you squirm under his touch, causing another chuckle of his to leave his mouth. "I will be your personal Valentine if you want me to be princess. I‘m going to shower you with kisses, love, gifts and a good fuck. Call me Valentine Munson“ he adds with another smug grin before placing the joint between his lips.

All you do is roll your eyes at him playfully evoke handing him the lighter. When he has finished his first drag on the joint, your lips immediately find his. They‘re just way too addicting to not touch them in any kind of way, Eddie doesn’t complain at all though. The smoke of the joint slowly fills your lungs as he blows it into your mouth, causing a soft whine to leave your mouth.

And just like he promised to you, he ends your day as your own, personal Munson Valentine with kisses, hugs, lots of love and a sleepless night ;).

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie one shot #eddie oneshot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female character smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson on Valentine’s Day #Eddie munsom x you

[skipper1331]

Poser // Lina Magull

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy:)

You loved to take pictures since your childhood. It didn‘t matter If it was the sky, a tree, an animal or anything. Everything was perfect for a picture, you just had to have the right perspective (and some editing skills).

So as many people you turned your passion in to your job. You even had your own photo gallery and were internationally known.

Let’s just say, you did your job damn well.

A few years ago though, you got a job offer - Bayern Munich - you couldn‘t say no. How could you? Sports photographer? You loved it.

You met the staff members the first day in to your new job, they were all super nice and welcoming, thankfully the language barrier wasn‘t as difficult - you had been in Germany often enough to have a nice conversation. It made it easier to feel comfortable and like Munich could be your home for the next few years.

You didn‘t meet the team until the recovery training after their first game of the season. Alexander Straus introduced you so no one would wonder why you were traveling with the team or that you‘ll send them pictures in a high quality of them to upload on their social media.

And that‘s how you met your girlfriend. Lina Magull.

The moment she saw you, she was intrigued by your beauty and your work.

It didn‘t take her long to ask you out and eventually to be her girlfriend. Strong years as a couple ahead of you.

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It was a hot summer day, pre-season had officially started and everybody was full with new energy.

You trailed along the pitch where the girls did their drills, your camera at the ready. The lightning was great, it made your job a lot easier and you wouldn’t have to edit too much later on. Taking more pictures of the new signings then of the rest was normal at the pre-season time. It was your job to present new players and enchant fans. But you took many pictures of everyone in general.

"Liebe! Soll ich für dich posen?" the german yelled as she saw you frowning at your camera, the typical wrinkle between your brows, biting your lip in concentration. As respond you lifted your camera, looking through it. The midfielder loved to pose for you, it didn‘t matter If it was on the pitch or behind closed doors, she enjoyed seeing you work. Two birds with one stone.

She started off with a few jumps, her arms stretching in all directions, then some dance moves. Slow dance, party moves as if strangers were around and moves as If she was wasted and with you and/or her friends. Your finger was almost constantly clicking on the camera's shutter button. There will definitely be some really good pictures.

Some girls even joined her and started to dance the Macarena dance. It was funny as hell.

The Munich girls respected you, not only because you were Linas (long term) girlfriend, but also because you were funny and sweet. As well they liked the pictures you took of them. You had a good instinct for the camera, years of practice, and also a good human instinct, you knew which pictures the girls liked of themselves and which they didn't, without them ever seeing some of the pictures. That’s what made you and your talent special. That little certain something, your own style hidden in every picture, your signature touch. You were an important part of the team.

"Are there any good pictures, my love?" the german asked, wrapping her arm around your waist. When did she get to you?

"I think so, they‘re always great when you‘re there" you giggled, winking. "Such a flirt" she laughed before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "hey! you are just photogenic" you chuckled, clicking rapidly on the camera to annoy her, yourself going down in crazy positions to 'get the right angle' as she already did new poses; kissie faces, heart shapes out of her hands.

"You‘re a total poser" you chuckled, refering to one of your favorite marvel movies. "You did not just use a Black Widow quote on me, did you?!" she yelled, walking backwards to her team mates, her eyes still on you.

"What If I did?"

The german always mocked you for the love you had for the marvel universe yet secretly enjoying the times were you would force or beg her to watch them with you. The excitement your eyes held as she gave in. She even cried watching Endgame (who wouldn‘t??)

To make you happy and laugh, your girlfriend jumped up before landing in the typical Black Widow pose which she corrected slightly on the floor. You immediately lifted the camera and took a photo. Only one. It would have ruined the moment if you had taken several, somehow you knew that it was the photo.

You couldn‘t help yourself but whisper, "such a poser" one of the most iconic lines of the one and only Yelena Belova.

-

While the girls were in the gym, you connected your camera to your laptop about to finish your job for today. You edited the important pics and sent them to the respective player. Editing does take a certain amount of time so the remaining pictures would get your attention at home on the couch or the bed, something comfy.

The knock on your office door pulled you out of your daydreams, your girlfriend standing in the frame "Ready to go home?" she asked. You answered with a nod and grabbed your belongings before walking out of your office, your fingers interwining with the midfielders.

At home, the two of you watched some random football match, the brunette laying exhausted on your chest while your hand massaged her scalp. As soft snores filled the room, you looked at your phone - the picture of your favorite girl in the Widow pose as your new backround. No editing needed, the picture was perfect just as you had predicted.

Maybe one day there‘ll be a special Lina Magull exhibition in your gallery - you definitely had a lot of perfect pictures of your favorite poser.

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translation:

Liebe - love

Soll ich für dich posen? - Do you want me to pose for you?

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#lina magull #lina magull x reader #bayern munich frauen #frauen bundesliga #gerwnt #gerwnt x reader #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #marvel #mcu fanfiction #black widow #yelena belova #fc bayern frauen #dfb frauen #dfb frauen x reader

[orange-dreamzer]

Questionnnnn

Does being lactose intolerant can also depends on what kind of milk??

welllllllllll kinda? it‘s mostly usually just the normal milk the stomach can‘t handle right, that‘s why other milks exist

#ask #asks #the chaos family #well personally for me it always changes day by day #things like bread and ice cream aren‘t as bad for me as like pure milk is either #some days I can drink lots of milk and others days the tiniest drop of it makes me sick #there‘s also specific brands of milk #-that are worse #but for me it‘s usually just reallyyyy bad stomach aches or feeling like throwing up too #(and my doctor was never 100% sure on if it is lactose intolerance i havee) #WOAH that was. wow #uhm sorry for that

[drelldreams]

Hi there! Some asks from the ask game for you :)

🎤 - Favorite voice actor? What do you like about their voice acting?

🧡 - Favorite non-Shepard pairings? Why do you love this/those pairing(s)?

Thank you! :)

🎤 - Favorite voice actor? What do you like about their voice acting?

I love Miranda‘s voice actress (Yvonne Strahovski) so much. Not only does her voice match the character perfectly well, but she makes the complexity of Miranda‘s character so palpable. I love the nuances in her voice acting. She can pull off so many different sides of Miranda. The arrogant Miranda who scolds Jacob for his consciousness getting the better of him. The one who claims she‘s always right and who‘s just all over pretty stern. And then later the vulnerable Miranda who falters and sounds so hurt when she tells Shepard that she doesn‘t know what she was to her father.

There are many more fantastic voice actors though. Jack‘s, Mordin‘s, Thane‘s, Garrus‘, Aria’s, Liara’s, Wrex‘s, Samara‘s voice actors being honorable mentions.. But I particularly love Yvonne. I could probably talk all day about how amazing the games‘ voice actors are. So I just settled on talking about one actor.

🧡 - Favorite non-Shepard pairing(s)? What do you love about this/those pairing(s)?

Damn you got me with that question. I‘m one of those people with dozens of ships. But I‘m going to focus on my absolute OTP‘s for this question.

So first off, I love Jackrios (Jack/Thane), as my blog description says. What I love about them is their similarity despite the extreme differences in outward demeanor.

You‘d think those two have nothing in common, perhaps. Where Thane is very polite and calm, Jack is the definition of angry and foul-mouthed.

But they had very similar upbringings. Thane‘s just had the nicer package, so to speak. Both Jack and Thane were taken from their families at a young age to be turned into murder weapons. Neither of those two ever really knew a normal life. Thane spend most of his past years in solitude, as did Jack. Thane escaped in memories, whereas for Jack it was crime and violence. Both of them, in theory, could have stopped doing what they did and picked a normal life, but neither of them ever knew normalcy, so they stuck with what was familiar to them, killing. And both of them suffer from horrific memories. Jack is haunted by her past, as is Thane. She might not have a drell‘s memory, but for all the horrors she went through, she remembers too much.

I think the differences in their personality don‘t clash, they compliment each other. Jack needs someone very much like Thane - patient, gentle, warm, but also someone tough enough not to be scared off by her rough exterior. And Thane, well.. I think it‘s pretty canon that he likes more stubborn, tough women. Remember what Irikah mouthed at Thane when he wanted to take that shot? „How dare you.“ Yeah that‘s one bad bitch.

And at the core both of them are very emotional people. You can see that by how vulnerable they show themselves during their romance. I think Thane is someone who could evoke this side of Jack and make her feel safe enough to feel learn to feel comfortable showing it.

Other than Jackrios, I adore Samara/Wrex (which I discovered in a fic some while ago) and also Samara/Thane and Samara/Miranda.. As far as friendships go I am a sucker for Jack/Grunt (seriously the found family dynamics here!), Wrex/Garrus (BroTP), Garrus/Zaeed, and Miranda/Mordin. The list goes on and on though! 🥹😅

#tag game #ask game #miranda lawson #jack #thane #jackrios #rarepairs #voice actors #yvonne strahovski #samara #mordin

[blueberry-macaron]

Looking back I still find it funny how when Gang of Secret was airing at the time,Alya Stans calls people who criticize Alya or say that she's a bad friend as clowns,but here we are in Season 5 and Alya is worst (and more dumb) than ever and Stans keep making stupid excuses for her and I seriously saw somebody say that Marinette is the problem in their friendship with how controlling she is towards Alya,and don't even get me started on the "If you criticize Alya that means you're racist" logic,imma say it any girls in Mari's class (except Lila and Chloe because hell no) are better best friends than Alya

I remember that too and I honestly didn‘t understand how Alya becoming Marinette‘s first confidant disproved any salty claims against her. It didn‘t change the fact that Alya‘s main role in the show was to pressure Marinette into confessing her feelings to Adrien and sometimes other things. Alya makes a lot of decisions for Marinette, so the take that Marinette is the controlling one is bs (I assume this refers to her as Ladybug giving orders bur like, she‘s the permanent hero and therefore authority in this case? And it‘s not like she just blindly ordered Alya around without ever considering her ideas and opinions)

Alya is the best friend because by the show‘s standard, she „guides“ Marinette into the right direction which is the love square. For example in the NY special, Marinette decided she didn‘t want to confess to Adrien, which goes against the show‘s ultimate goal of „canon Love square“, so Alya „fixes“ this by pushing Marinette into romantic situations with Adrien in order to get her to „be honest with her feelings“ (which really makes no sense because Marinette isn‘t lying to herself, she has a goal of being normal friends with Adrien without the romantic attraction). By real life standards, Alya would not be a good friend.

Basically, Alya‘s entire role is being Marinette‘s helper and guidance to her end goal and I‘ve already talked about this, but if anything‘s racist here, it‘s Alya‘s writing reducing her to a tool to push the love square together (black best friend trope where the black bff only exists to help out the white bff, or in this case half white/white passing). That‘s her number one reason to exist. Outside if that, she has little to no arc of her own (expect for love problems with Nino here and there but that‘s more background), and that‘s why I honestly was excited when she became a confidant. (After being a little mad that Luka didn‘t get the same treatment but that‘s another can of worms) I thought this would give her more to do as a superhero and give her more purpose than „mindless shipper“. Boy was I disappointed, she‘s still nothing more but an „Adrienette shipper“

I‘m not gonna deny that some Alya salters are probably racist (especially people who write Alya salt fics with Chloe becoming Mari‘s new bestie instead of redeeming Alya? Yeah sorry but that‘s sus), but salting on characters of color doesn‘t automatically make someone racist.

#ask #anon #ml salt #alya salt #love square salt #writers salt #Alya honestly deserves better writing #she could be great but the crew are lame middle aged white men so #same goes for Nino btw #he doesn‘t really do as much dumb shit but like he‘s barely a character and that‘s a crime

[justanechoflower-ddlc]

(I’d say it’s fair to do some posts where it’s just writing. Really, we’d actually expect things to display in DDLC’s style, so things already look a bit different than how they actually are anyway. So sure, some things can be text. Besides, my Monika posts are just text, so there’s no reason why the Flowey responses can’t also be text. I would suggest Doki Doki Dialogue Generator as a middle ground, but I haven’t found a simple way to make custom characters there yet… If anyone more in the know about that program can give a simple way of making a custom character (Like human Flowey?), they can share. That’d trim things down to a few sprites that can just be re-used so Nat doesn’t have to re-draw Flowey every single panel, while still being able to do a few visuals. And the excuse for re-used sprites is that it’s literally how it’d actually work in the game!)

(But text-based responses work too. They’re what I do, after all.)

(Oh, and Faysal, the order of the plan was left, right, middle. Yeah, I know it might be a bit confusing for them to be in that order, that’s why I’m clarifying. Of course the concept of the game has to come before the revelation of what Monika, and later Sayori, did TO the game! Those flashback sequences he’s talking about are just the events of the game, by the way. If you’ve played or seen someone play DDLC, it happened just like that (presuming they got the normal ending and not the special one). He means Act 3 and Act 4. They just don’t call it that because those are meta terms that we use, and aren’t said in-game.)

(As for the recap, I suppose what Flowey said is good enough for what’s currently going on. Sure, there’s also this subplot going on with Flowey setting up a baking show-off against Natsuki that he’ll probably cheat at and also say he’ll get rich from the things he’ll bake and sell (when he’s actually taking gold from the Underground), and we did learn a bit more about the things leading up to this, but most of that isn’t that relevant for the time being. Maybe we’ll come back to it eventually, though.)

(My own take was basically going to be that Monika came to Flowey’s world some time after she was deleted, mostly because she saw much of herself in him, both knowing their worlds were a game, abusing that, and are trying to be better now, but also that unlike Monika, Flowey didn’t go insane from that knowledge, so there was faint hope he might have some idea to help lessen the existential problems such knowledge would bring.)

(Monika thought it was a good idea to stay in Flowey’s world, mostly because she still didn’t want to come back to the club after everything she did (like we see in Act 4 of the game), then Flowey pointed out a bunch of reasons why that‘s a bad idea. He also wanted to see her world, so Monika took him there. That’s how this blog started and why Monika was dropped from the main blog…

(After that, I’d probably have just said what Flowey said. Though there was a step before the three he mentioned, but that wasn’t Monika’s plan. It was Flowey (and also Sayori) convincing Monika to stick around in the club in the first place. They‘ve managed to at least get her to give it another chance. They’re hoping she’ll find herself choosing to stick around for real. And Sayori’s planning to make Monika the club’s vice president soon, as a part of a transition that’d end with Monika becoming club president once again. 

(Oh, also, nice rendition of the events of Act 3 there, Nat!)

(I think that’s everything. The rest either aren’t that relevant anymore, or are things that can be derived from the game itself (for example, of course the club writes and shares poems still!))

(As for the other post… what you said there makes sense. About what parts of their own code they’ve edited in the past editing probably how it worked then. And with Sayori, maybe how it’s like now too. She’s less prone to the same kind of thing Monika is. Maybe it’s because she did a lot less than Monika did, since Monika stopped her mid-way, or because Sayori didn’t make the other characters worse, but just skipped straight to going Just Sayori, or maybe it’s just due to her more aloof personality. I don’t see her shying away from the code as much as Monika does. She definitely doesn’t tamper with anyone else’s code though, that would be too far for her at this point (at least after we account for the fact she wouldn’t want to make Monika uncomfortable.) She’s way more likely than Monika to use the console for stuff though. There’s a reasonable possible world where there’s a dynamic of Monika having to stop Sayori from doing anything too big with it so things aren’t given away too soon, though I already explained before why I didn’t actually do that here, despite how in-character for Sayori that’d be.)

(As for the non-existent NPCs, I’ve been thinking of them of them as sheer environmental factors that the game sort of tricks the characters into thinking exist. Natsuki and Yuri would have had the illusion of having gone to class with a teacher, when really the game doesn’t render any of it. Kind of like what you see in the actual game, you never see any teachers or the classes, but MC describes the school day as your average, usual day. Monika and Sayori right now see it for how it really is, and how there’s no such thing.)

(It’s also like when MC narrated “As we draw near, the streets become increasingly speckled with other students making their daily commute.” The only other characters at the time were Monika, Sayori (who was with MC), Yuri, and Natsuki. But the game had a general narrative that there were other students, and MC described these non-existent students. They’re sort of formless “characters” that are implied to exist, yet don’t. Same for the teachers. They’re implied to exist, but they’re really just the game doing things and attributing it to a non-existent character, and so don’t really exist. But people unaware of this like Natsuki and Yuri would recall seeing them. Monika and Sayori, with the full epiphany, don’t see them at all, since they see the game how it really is. Which also means illusory interactions with them don’t work that well, since they couldn’t directly see or hear them, due to them, you know, not existing..)

(This is what I was going for with this interaction:

“>#Well yes, we could… except that I told everyone if we DID find a way for that to happen, I’d have one of the school’s admin faculty people tell all of this himself, so that way we know it’s for real… and, well, they don’t actually EXIST, because it’s just us, so… I wouldn’t be able to actually talk to them… ehehe…

>#Sayori, seriously?! You should have known that anything involving direct interactions with background entities doesn’t work well, and not even SAID that to the others!)

(Also, if you asked Natsuki and Yuri to try describe what the “teachers” are like, they’d probably give totally generic answers, because said “teachers” are not real entities with actual properties. And of course, they probably wouldn’t notice anything off with that unless someone in the know points this out.)

(Oh, and should I make a submission on the main blog (or maybe this one?) that more goes into how the blog runs? Like how it technically takes place between the end of the human Flowey arc on the main blog and Flowey turning back into a flower, or explaining the fact the blog is currently in a cycle of two “phases”, the meeting phase, and the void phase, and how they work?)

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(Good idea! I looked into ddlc text boxes and I found a generator where I can put in my own sprite. The only thing I need to do is draw the main form in ddlc style- may be difficult but I'll try- make some expressions, and I'll be good for awhile!

(For the confusing panel sequence I didn't mean for it to be that hard to read! I figured it would be fine to understand since the middle panel had its text low in the image so therefore it would be read last. I'm not an expert on comic style. I just thought it'd look cool!

(If Monika and Sayori flatout told the other girls the world was a game (without a full explanation and proof) they would probably think it's a joke and say they're hallucinating or something like that. And I find that so ironic because Yuri and Natsuki are the ones who see people that do not exist!!!

(I'd really appreciate the help if you could write that clarification of what happened and how things work! Thank you for the offer. I suggest to submit it on the main blog so more people will see it. Also make sure to keep it concise as possible!

(Thanks for adding to my rundown of events! @faysal1232 I highlighted the summary of what's happened so far in red so you can find it easily.

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