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old habits (die hard) ❀ cl16
in which charles charles has a knack for fucking things up, and you have a talent for slowly letting him back in
find part one here.
contains: social media au, ex!charles leclerc x fem!reader, angsty charles and yn living her best life, toxic relationships maybe, mentions of new partners, charles is a confusing man, charles is a jealous asshole
note: i don’t think this is the final part lmao it’s kinda left of a cliff (if u saw me repost no u didn’t)
your phone 📞
charlie
hey
i miss you
a lot
read, 11:23 pm.
charlie
please don’t be like that y/n
i’m serious
you
charles you literally have a girlfriend
charlie
she’s not my girlfriend
you
do you think i’m stupid? like actually
charlie
no
but she really isn’t, we’re just talking
and hanging out i guess
you
oh my god
charlie
love, you know i miss you
you
yes, because finding another girl right after saying you only want to focus on racing sends me such a great message
you’re confusing as hell
charlie
i know, i really messed up.
i shouldn’t have broken up with you in the first place
but the season was getting so intense and i really want this championship, i thought it would be better for us to put it on pause to save us both the trouble
you
so what’s so different about her that makes her an exception?
charles
alex is easy for me
you
so i’m difficult?
charles
that’s not what i mean
you
no it is what you mean
i’m difficult for showing up to your races and being there when you need me
or when i’m there for you when you dnf? or when ferrari fucks up your strategy?
i was willing to stay friends with you after i did all that and you still broke up with me because i had hopes we would make it work and get back together
charlie
i do want to get back together
you
no you don’t
you moved on so quickly like i was nothing
charlie
you also got with someone too
you
because i didn’t want to look like an idiot seeing all the news after telling my friends i had hope
charlie
yeah but posting him in your bed??
you
so you’re just saying all of this because of that guy i posted?
wtf is your deal charles
fuck you
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lilymhe oh my god
lilymhe you scandalous girl
yourinstagram oops?
landonorris he better watch his hands
yourinstagram he said “fuck off”
landonorris i’ll punch him in his face
carlossainz55 mariposa 🦋
yourinstagram 🥺
user are these two dating???
4zaferrari no they’re just friends, this is someone else
kikagomes sexy sexy pair 💋
yourinstagram you’re sexier bebe
pierregasly get away from my girlfriend
yourinstagram get off my page maybe?
alexalbon show me the man
yourinstagram no you’ll just steal him
user loved watching your vlog the other day
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user seeing yn happy is so great but i can’t be the only one missing her and charles right??
user where are you going next omg!!
yourinstagram no idea!!
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yourinstagram replied to this story: i did not give permission for you to post this young man!
❀ twitter ❀
your phone 📞
charlie
you put him in your vlog? and you’re still posting him?
are you dating
y/n
are we seriously doing this right now
why are you stalking me
charlie
i’m not stalking you, i just care
fuck just answer the question please
y/n
i’m barely posting him, his face wasn’t in it
and no, we’re just seeing each other right now. yk summer flings i guess
charlie
you know it hurts me to see this y/n, please love
y/n
i don’t care, we’re not together anymore
you texting me is hurting everyone, your “friend” included
charlie
she knows we’re not dating
please just come back to monaco y/n
we can talk face to face
can i call you right now?
you
i’m with carlos and lando
charlie
are you also with that guy
you
yeah
charlie
will you finally tell me who he is?
you
does it really matter?
let’s just talk when i’m back in monaco please
and let me enjoy my vacation in peace
charlie
when are you back?
you
i’ll let you know
charlie
okay
i love you
you
yeah
love you too
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#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 smau#f1 x female reader#f1 x you#cl16 x reader#cl16 imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc social media au#f1 x black!reader
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Baked with Love
Carlos Sainz x baker!reader
summary: where everyone is just obsessed with yn's pastries or where carlos is jealous because everybody seem to be obsessed of yn and her pastries.
warning/s: none
author's note: just a sudden burst of imagination. Anyway please let me know of what you think of it. It would be nice to hear some feedbacks! ❤️
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yourusername baking a little something
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carlossainz55 I don't think I can finish all of that, mi amor
yourusername who says they're for you?
user1 HELP
user2 NOT YN HUMBLING CARLOS DOWN
landonorris did u make some for me yn?
yourusername kids shouldn't consume too much sweets
user3 I LOVE YN OMG😭
user4 not yn humbling them both😭
user5 I LOVE YN SO MUCH SHE JUST BAKES AND PUT CARLOS IN HIS PLACE
user6 DOES CARLOS REALIZED HOW BAD OF A BITCH YN IS
user7 RIGHT? HE BETTER WIFE HER UP
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user8 NOT HIM LIKING THE COMMENT
user9 he better get the hint
user10 he should because i will do my best to steal yn!
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scuderiaferrari what a way to start the race week in the ferrari hospitality! thank you for these delicious cookies yourusername! we might have to add these to the menu next race week!
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user1 THAT LOOKS SO GOOD
user2 i might have to disguise myself as a ferrari staff to get my hands on those cookies
user3 count me in!
user4 gonna sneak in the ferrari hospitality for the cookies
yourusername you better not f up the strategy or no more cookies!
user5 she's so real for this
user6 i do believe the cookies will work like a charm
user7 she's just like us😭
redbullracing what do we have to do to get a taste of the cookies? 👀
yourusername maybe if you let carlossainz55 through I will consider
user8 I LOVE HER YOUR HONOR
user9 SHE'S SO😭
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carlossainz55 no better way to celebrate your birthday than your girlfriend baking your cake! I love you, mi amor. ❤️
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yourusername i love you too! you're stuck with me and my pastries 🥰
carlossainz55 wouldn't have it any other way❤️
user1 IM SO SINGLE
user2 ME WHEN
user3 suddenly i wanna be a bird on the race track and just be ran over
landonorris ew couple
carlossainz55 kids are not allowed here
user4 not lando being their honorary child
scuderiaferrari happy birthday to our smooth operator!
charlesleclerc happy birthday mate! You better leave some cake for us
landonorris he better be
danielricciardo yourusername please sneak some in the paddock next race
carlossainz55 this is for me only!
yourusername there's plenty enough for you all stop fighting like kids
user5 YN AND HER BAKED GOODS
user6 CAN YOU GIVE US SOME TOO YN
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yourusername it is definitely a challenge to bake a lot of cookies😅
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carlossainz55 I'm so hurt that I don't get to keep it all
landonorris stop gatekeeping yn's cookies!
user1 oh to be carlos sainz, who literally tastes everything yn bakes before anyone else😭
user2 one day there will be a get together at carlos and yn's house for the drivers because of how good yn's baking is.
user8 I will be waiting for that
charlesleclerc I will enter the paddock early, last time everybody finished it and there's nothing left for me
lewishamilton roscoe thinks the cookies are good, can he please have some?
yourusername roscoe can have as much as he wants!
user3 NOT LEWIS USING HIS DOG TO GET SOME COOKIES
user4 sir there is a line!
user5 sir please go to the back we're all waiting here
lilymhe please give me some🥺
yourusername i will never forget to give you some bae❤️
carlossainz55 life is really unfair
user6 how is carlos surviving this? he literally has so much competitors for yn's pastries
user7 i mean can u blame them she's literally the sweetest girl ever🥺
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carlossainz55 you get to taste the baked goodies but I get to taste the baker😉
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user1 HE'S HERE TO REMIND US OF OUR PLACE😭
user2 IM SO SINGLE
user3 i hate it here
user4 why can't single people be left in peace
landonorris get off my timeline
carlossainz55 get off instagram then
yourusername you can just tell me you want tiramisu no need to make a post 😉
user5 MOTHER
carlossainz55 you know me so well, my love
user6 YN SO REAL
user7 IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE CAPTION😭
user8 IN BROAD DAYLIGHT?
user9 not the smooth operator for nothing
please send me requests of any scenario with a driver ❤️ I'd love to make them on my free time.
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for the 1k celebration, could i please request from the smut list #126. "I'm sorry but, I don't think I can remain professional any longer." with natasha x fem(she/her) reader? 🥺
Keeping It Professional
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader
warnings: 18+ !!! heavy sexual content, swearing, strap-on use (r receiving), fingering, reader has a praise kink, oral, mature content overall!!
word count: 2.7k
a/n: wow okay so this is like the smuttiest thing i have ever written i honestly don't know what i'm doing so pls be kind 🫣 also pls ignore the fact that this request is over a year old and from a celebration i never finished 😭 and as a reminder: this blog is 18+ !!
(because this comes up in the story CEO is Chief Executive Officer and CFO is Chief Financial Officer :))
“You wanted to see, Ms. Romanoff?” You entered the large corner office, gently closing the door behind you.
“Yes, (Y/N),” the redhead didn’t even look up at you, her eyes still glued to whatever important documents she was reviewing. Natasha Romanoff was one of the most powerful CEOs in the city, if not the world, starting her own consulting firm at just 23. By the time she was twenty-eight, Widow Enterprises was the most successful firm in the entire country, making Natasha the first female executive and the youngest to lead an industry.
Oh, and she was also your boss. Working as Natasha Romanoff’s personal assistant was often a thankless job. The long hours and tedious tasks left little room for a social life, and your boss’s stoic perfectionism did little to ease your days.
“Please sit.” Natasha motioned to the two chairs in front of her desk, finally looking up and setting down her pen.
You obliged, taking a seat across from her.
“Do you know why I called you into my office, (Y/N)?” The redhead leaned back into her chair, as she carefully observed you.
You frowned, quickly racking your brain for any reason why your boss could want to talk to you so out of the blue and, apparently, in such a serious manner.
“Did you want to discuss the upcoming board meeting?” You subconsciously crossed your legs and adjusted your slacks, a nervous habit you picked up in said board meetings—being one of two women in a room of men is nerve-racking, to say the least. “I prepared all the notes and slide decks, but did you want me to forward them to you to review?”
Natasha had stopped double-checking your work about six months into your tenure there, as you had proven yourself more than competent. But you would understand her hesitancy, seeing as this meeting was with corporate executives who, if you had to guess, possessed the majority of the world’s wealth.
“No, no,” Natasha nonchalantly waved her hand, “I trust you have that all under control.”
You let out a small sigh of relief before knitting your brows. “I’m sorry, Ms. Romanoff, but then I can’t say I know why I am here.”
Natasha hummed as she stood up from the chair and made her way around the desk.
“I have a problem,” she revealed, as she sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her arms before lowering her voice, “with you.”
You nearly choked on your breath, your own anxiety choking you.
Seeing you were at a loss for words, Natasha continued, “Now don’t get me wrong, your work speaks for itself. I have no issues with the way you do your job. In fact, you are the best personal assistant I have ever had.”
Your eyes widened at Natasha’s rare compliment.
“Then what,” you cleared your throat in an attempt to rid the nerves from your voice, “what is the issue?”
“The issue is.” Natasha pushed herself off the desk and circled you as if you were her prey. When she hovered behind you, she bent down and whispered, “I don’t think I can remain professional any longer.”
You remained frozen, clenching your thighs together, as the feeling of your boss’s warm breath against your ear caused a tightness to coil in your lower abdomen.
Natasha smirked at your body’s reaction, before gently running her fingertips across your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” She brushed a loose strand of hair from your neck, exposing more of your skin. “Tell me, and I’ll stop.”
You should yell that this was outrageously inappropriate, that you really shouldn’t be doing this in the middle of the work day, that this violated every single one of HR’s rules.
But you didn’t; you couldn’t. As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you wanted her.
Craning your neck, you turned your head to meet Natasha’s salacious gaze and nodded.
Natasha raised her brow, amused. “Use your words, doll.”
“I want you,” you husked.
“Oh, I know you do.” She gave you a smug grin, firmly cupping your chin while running her thumb over your bottom lip. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at me during meetings or the way you flaunt yourself around my office in those tight pant suits.
“Are you that desperate for attention, little one?”
“Only yours,” you panted, need bleeding through your voice.
“Good.” Natasha clicked her tongue, pleased by your answer, before guiding you to stand. “Now turn around.”
You obeyed and turned your back to her, gasping when Natasha gripped your hips and pushed you against the desk, her front pressed against you.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” she growled as she pulled your hair, causing you to arch against her.
“Every time I see you and your wide doe eyes, so eager to please, so eager to be fucked,” Natasha nipped your neck, and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your mouth. At that moment, the redhead could not be more grateful for the soundproof walls of her office, “I want to bend you over my desk and give you what you want.”
"Yes, please,” you groaned, grinding your hips against her front, liquid arousal pooling in your stomach as you felt a bulge in Natasha’s slacks.
“Please what?” She kissed the corner of your mouth, as she nimbly worked her fingers to unbutton your pants, slowly sliding the waistband down.
“Fuck me,” you begged, “please.”
“So needy,” Natasha shoved her hand down the front of your black-laced panties, where she was instantly met with a desperate wetness.
“You are so wet, princess,” she teased, her fingers circling your clit slowly, “and I’ve barely even touched you.”
Before you could plead for more, Natasha plunged two digits into your heat, stifling your moan with a searing kiss.
Your tongues languidly danced together, fighting for dominance. Natasha quickly won that battle, simultaneously biting your bottom lip and curling her fingers deeper into your core.
“God, fuck,” you moaned as she pushed you down onto the desk so you were completely bent over at her will, your pants pooling at your ankles.
“Natasha is fine.” You could practically hear her smirk, but you were too far gone to say anything. All you could do was clench your walls around her fingers, silently asking for more.
Natasha added another finger as the heel of her palm rubbed your clit. You could feel yourself approaching the edge, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on.
“Be a good girl.” She leaned down and kissed the shell of your ear. “And come for me.”
“Natasha!” you cried out as you let the waves of pleasure crash over your body. Natasha kept her fingers in you, slowly pumping them in and out, as she gradually brought you down from your high.
As she finally slipped out of you, you whined at the loss. Natasha wrapped her arm around your chest, pulling you up and back against her.
“Taste.” She stuck her glistening fingers before your mouth, and you obeyed. Wrapping your lips around her digits, you stared directly into her eyes and swirled your tongue to taste your own pleasure.
Natasha’s eyes darkened at the action as you released her fingers from your mouth with a pop.
“You’re such an obedient assistant, aren’t you?” Natasha hummed, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “I bet you’d do anything I asked, hm?”
“Yes,” you breathed, your shame long gone, as you submitted yourself completely to the other woman.
“Good.” She kissed the corner of your mouth before taking your hand in hers. “Now, come suck my strap.”
You stepped out of your pants, goosebumps rising up your legs as you were left only in your underwear and half-buttoned silk blouse.
As Natasha sat down in her chair, she pulled her own slacks down her thighs, revealing a decently sized strap-on, and your mouth watered at the sight. You lustfully eyed Natasha, who scooted her hips to the edge of the seat.
“Get on your knees for me, pretty girl,” the redhead directed as she worked to unbutton her shirt.
You sank to your knees in between Natasha’s legs, ignoring the harsh vinyl floor beneath you. Softly rubbing your hands up her thighs, you stared up at her and took the tip of the plastic cock in your mouth.
Natasha watched you with an intense gaze, her eyes unable to leave the sight of her strap-on slowly disappearing deep into your throat. As you bobbed your head up and down, coating the dildo with spit, Natasha groaned, throwing her head back.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” She took a fistful of your hair in her hand, controlling your pace. “I bet your pussy is just aching to be filled by my strap.”
You wantonly moaned and increased the pace of your movements, causing Natasha to hiss, as the strap-on rubbed against her clit.
Natasha tightened her grasp on your hair and tugged at your scalp, sending a shock of pleasure through your body at the brief moment of pain.
“Are you gonna let me fuck your mouth, princess?” She looked down at you, waiting for your eyes to meet hers. Nodding slightly, you widened your mouth and relaxed your throat.
“Good girl,” Natasha cooed, as she brought her other hand to gently caress your cheek before firmly taking hold of the back of your head.
Natasha bucked her hips, hungrily chasing her own release. The squelching sound of the dildo plunging into your throat echoed around the office, as your eyes began to water.
“So good,” Natasha threw her head back, still rutting into your mouth. “So close.”
Feeling herself right at the peak, she thrust her hips up and pushed your head down, causing you to choke and lose your breath momentarily.
“Fuck!” she cried, her body stilling as her orgasm washed over her. Gasping, you released the strap from your mouth. You looked up at Natasha, who was also catching her breath.
“Come here.” Natasha softly hooked her finger under you chin. You stood from your kneeling position and moved in between her legs, leaning forward to meet her awaiting lips.
This time, Natasha kissed you with less urgency and more passion, as if she had all the time in the world.
“You did so well, milaya,” she cooed, the praise along with the Russian term causing your walls to clench around nothing. Natasha grinned, as she saw your thighs involuntarily clench together. “You want to ride me?”
Though she posed it as a question, you could tell there was little room for debate.
Nodding, you bit your lip and shrugged your shirt off your shoulders. You kept eye contact with Natasha as you slowly shimmied out of your ruined underwear.
The redhead followed your every move with blatant desire, gulping when she watched a string of wetness cling to the fabric as it fell down your legs.
Bracing yourself on the back of the chair, you straddled Natasha’s lap, hovering over the dildo.
“You are so perfect.” She kissed your exposed cleavage, biting your skin before soothing it with her tongue. “So perfect and so ready to be fucked.”
“Yes, Natasha,” you rested your forehead against hers as she teased your entrance with the strap-on, “please fuck me, take me, make me yours.”
“You’re mine,” Natasha growled, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth as she pushed the tip into your heat.
“Yours,” you sank down, the toy stretching your walls perfectly, and the two of you moaned in unison. Neither of you moved, allowing you to adjust to the size.
Slowly, you started to move, pulling another cacophony of sounds from the woman beneath you.
“Faster, (Y/N),” Natasha gritted through her teeth as she gripped your hips. “Ride my cock.”
You followed her commands and bounced up and down on her strap. Natasha eagerly bucked her hips up, matching your rhythm.
“Fuck, Nat,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as Natasha reached around you to unclasp your bra, allowing your breasts to bounce freely.
“That’s right.” She pinched your nipples between her fingers, causing you to let out to a guttural moan. “You’re such a good girl, riding me like the slut you are.”
“Nat,” you pleaded, feeling the coil tightening in your abdomen.
“Are you close, princess?”
You nodded with a whimper, grinding your hips down onto Natasha’s.
“Chase your pleasure,” she whispered, as she brought your forehead to meet hers.
You stared deeply into her eyes as you relentlessly rode the toy.
“I’m gonna come, Natasha,” you gasped, your breath hot against her lips.
“Not yet, darling,” she commanded, causing you to pout. Natasha slipped her hand between your bodies, her fingers ghosting over your clit. “I want us to come together.”
You let out a whine, your pace even more frantic than before, as Natasha began to rub tight circles against your bud.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she grunted, her thrusts becoming sloppy. Pinching your clit, Natasha surged forward to kiss you, before mumbling against your lips, “Come with me, my good girl.”
You both cried out, pleasure overtaking your bodies at the same time. Melting into her embrace, you rested your head against her shoulder. The two of you basked in the post-coital silence, the toy still buried deep inside of you.
Remembering where you were, you lifted your head and tenderly smoothed Natasha’s disheveled hair.
“How was that?” You gave her an amused smirk.
“Perfect.” She grinned blissfully. “You were absolutely perfect.”
“Better than you imagined?"
“So much better, my love.” Natasha gently kissed you, her way of thanking you for fulfilling her fantasy. Though she knew you got just as much pleasure out of it as she did.
“Good,” you separated, pecking her lips once more before demounting from her lap.
“Where are you going?” she whined, removing the harness and tossing it aside as she watched you gather your clothes.
“James’s soccer practice is ending in twenty minutes, and I told him I would pick him up.” You fastened the buttons on your blouse before walking around the desk to where your pants were.
“Don’t we have a sitter for that?” Natasha joked, though you could tell she was still disappointed by your departure.
“We do.” You used the desk to balance yourself, as you slipped on your heels. “But I gave Kate the day off because I promised James I’d pick him up.”
“Fine,” Natasha stood up, pulling her own pants back up and buttoning up her shirt as she walked over to wrap her arms around your waist, “but I had other plans for us.”
You rolled your eyes fondly, straightening out her collar. “I was serious earlier about sending that slide deck over to you to review, if you want.”
“And I was also being serious earlier,” Natasha shot you a knowing wink, “I trust you have that all under control.”
“Good, because I do,” you smirked confidently.
“Best. CFO. Ever.” She emphasized each word with a kiss.
You preened at the praise, a slight blush tainting your cheeks. “Well, now I have to go be the best mom ever. Seriously, love, I have to go.”
“Alright,” Natasha relented, letting her hands fall from your hips.
“Don’t worry, we’ll finish what we started later,” you whispered, pecking the corner of her lips, as you slipped something in Natasha’s breast pocket. “I’ll see you at home, love.”
“Counting on it.”
You lightly patted her chest and winked, before making your way out of the office, making sure to close the door behind you.
After you left, Natasha cleaned up, ridding any evidence of your activities and reorganizing her desk. As she prepares to resume her work, powering on her desktop, Natasha feels something in her breast pocket.
Reaching into her pocket to retrieve whatever you put there earlier, she grinned at what she pulled out.
“Little minx,” Natasha chuckled, fiddling with your lacy black thong in her hand before tucking it back in her pocket.
Best. Wife. Ever.
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my baby; daniel ricciardo (pt l )
summary: mr ricciardo breaks the internet with his new girlfriend!
pairing:daniel ricciardo x younger! reader (23)
content:social media au!
warnings: ddlg undertones! + big age gap! + suggestive! | reader is Daniel’s princess :(
added notes: this is my first post and I had to dedicated to my favorite man. Let me know what you think and sent me compliments/intimate phrases that I can use for my future works as comments or even fake messages- that have a similar vibe as the interactions below.ps i don’t hate heidi, this is fan fiction people!
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y/nbambi cue the birthday song 🧁
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danielricciardo: What a ravishing sight
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danielricciardo: Happy birthday, little one
y/nbambi: i love you :(
danielricciardo: I love you more, sweetheart
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rizziardo: damn her account went from 1.2k to 30k in an hour
norris08: so we all came from twitter huh
fckferrari: the way I ran here 🏃♀️
wags4f1: danny just dropped that and called it a day 💀
raciinglecler: how old is she turning
bbysainz: i heard 23
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Austin, Texas 📌
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dr_threee: is he going to addressed it or what
princesshamilton2: I mean, its not like he owes us anything. It's his life..
y/nbambi: i like riding...horses
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danielricciardo: Did my sweet girl get tongue-tied?
y/nbambi: you're mean
danielricciardo: I'm just teasing you, puppy
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russelll: HER COMMENT
f1_updattes: HIS REPLIES
leclerc8gf: this is so gross she's 23
lulurosc:you talking like she’s 12… homegirl is grown
xyxzm: okay but the nicknames are making feel something 🤭
XCLUSIVE.COM
NEW WAG ALERT?! 🚨
Hold on tight, folks, we have some juicy gossip for you! It seems that Daniel Ricciardo, the Australian race driver, has a new girlfriend. Her name is Y/n L/n, and she's a 23-year-old college student who's been seeing Ricciardo for the past six months.
Despite her young age and relative anonymity, Y/n has quickly gained fame and followers after Ricciardo left some very intimate comments under her latest Instagram post. This came as a surprise to many, as Ricciardo has always been notoriously private about his relationships, especially when it comes to social media.
Our sources have told us that Ricciardo is fiercely protective of Y/n and has chosen to keep their relationship under wraps to shield her from the public eye. This is a stark contrast to his previous relationship with Heidi Berger, where he never engaged in any public displays of affection on social media.
To get the full scoop, we reached out to Heidi to hear what she had to say about this new development. And let's just say that she didn't hold back! In her own words, she said, "I don't know what he sees in her. She's just a regular college student who's using him for fame." Ouch!
Despite Heidi's harsh words, it seems that Ricciardo and Y/n are still going strong. With a significant age gap between them, some fans are wondering whether this romance will last. But for now, we're excited to see how this relationship unfolds. As always, our sources are spot-on, and we're excited to share this never-before-seen image of Y/n with you all. So what do you think of this unexpected pairing? Let us know in the comments below!
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Anonymous: y’all are saying that she’s using him but she could of shown him off months ago. She seems like a nice girl 🤷♀️ | Reacted with: 😍
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—> Anonymous: agree with the anon! she looks like an alcoholic… she’ll def be a bad influence on my danny 🥺 | Reacted with: 😬
—-> Anonymous: The way you’re talking about him like he’s a child 💀. They’re both grown adults who are capable of making their own decisions. She’s an alcoholic because she’s posing with the bottle?…you need help | Reacted with: 😍
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(6:30 pm) D🤍:My love, how are you holding up? I know the hate can be tough, but I need you to be strong for me.
(6:32 pm) little one🧸: I'm trying my best, but it's getting overwhelming :(
(6:35 pm) D🤍:Don't worry, sweetheart. My team is handling everything that is a threat and that is greatly malicious. Don’t believe a word that they say. You know how much I care about you and our relationship.
(6:40 pm) little one🧸: I know and I also care about us so I’ll do my best to not let them get to me!
(6:43 pm) D🤍:That’s my girl. You know you can always talk to me, puppy.
(6:49 pm) little one 🧸:that reminds me, I better go and eat something since I haven't even eaten yet
(6:50 pm) D🤍: My love, it's nearly 7:00 pm and you still haven't eaten yet? That's not good. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. Just be ready in 30 minutes and I'll pick you up.
(6:52 pm) little one 🧸: maybe it’s best if people don't see us out together as they think that I'm using you :/ I’ll just eat something here at home, don’t worry my love!
(6:52pm) D🤍: I am not having you starve yourself for the sake of others. I need to nourish my baby and you know I love taking care of you. Besides, I want to show you off to the world. Get ready, I'm picking you up in 30 minutes and we're going to your favorite spot.
(6:55pm) little one🧸: but the spot is kind of a long ride and I don’t want to bother you danny
(6:56 pm) D🤍: Get those thoughts out of that pretty head of yours, princess. Don’t you know I breathe for you? Now go get ready, I'll be there soon.
( 6:56 pm ) little one 🧸: i’m sorry for feeling so down lately. I don’t know what’s wrong with me :\
( 6:57 pm ) D🤍: Don’t apologize for that, sweetheart. It seems that I need to work more on reassurances.I am going to fuck those doubts out of you by the end of the night.
( 6:59 pm ) little one 🧸: i really need that daddy :(
( 7:00 pm ) D🤍: First, let’s put some food in that tummy of yours and then daddy will take care of his girl hmm?
( 7:12 pm ) little one 🧸: yes sir! i am done getting ready, i love you so much 🤍
( 7:12 pm ) D🤍:My heart belongs to you, little one. I love you more. See you soon.
-To Be Continue
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hello I am a slut for forehead kisses so may I request that prompt if it inspires? 🥺
I know I said reunion kiss was next but I have conflicting ideas about that one and this popped into my head and google doc nearly fully formed, so here you go. On ao3 here!
By the time Eddie has locked his car and is bolting up the stairs so fast he very nearly trips and eats shit, he’s 23 minutes late.
“Sorry, Cap,” he says, trying not to sound out of breath and discretely tugging wrinkles out of his uniform. “Water main burst near Chris’ school, must have happened after I left the house ‘cause I didn’t get any traffic alerts.”
Bobby snorts. “As your captain I have to say ‘try to be punctual next time,’ but as someone who also lives in Los Angeles… it happens.”
Eddie sighs in agreement and slides onto one of the bar stools. At least it’s not a day where they got called out immediately, he’d feel terrible if he arrived and everyone was already out on the truck. A coffee mug — Eddie’s favorite at the station, a deep speckly green handmade number somebody had found at a farmer’s market — lands next to him, along with a familiar warm presence at his side. He smiles as he looks up at Buck.
“Hello, husband,” Buck says, grin so bright Eddie thinks he might be bioluminescent if they turned off all the lights.
“Hi, husband,” Eddie says, figuring he’d probably glow in the dark, too.
-
Eddie supposes he’s probably had more eventful 72 hour time spans in his life, though he’s hard pressed to remember one where the majority of the events were this good. It’s not like it started fantastic, his shoulder still hurts like hell from landing on it when the factory floor went out from under them, and there were the three horrifying hours where no one could find Buck and it felt like the world was ending. He hadn’t kept his cool very well, he’ll admit it, and he’s fully expecting teasing to set in any time now that they’ve had a few days and Buck is perfectly fine.
They’d found him in a little pocket in the debris two floors down, not a scratch on him. He’d lost his radio, but otherwise he was sort of just waiting around. Legs crossed, hands behind his head, chill as anything. He could have been at the goddamn beach.
And he’d looked at Eddie, a happy little smile on his face, and said “I knew you’d find me,” and Eddie — who’s lungs hadn’t been working right since he’d tried to call Buck on the radio and got silence in return — had kissed him instead of saying I always will.
And when they’d got back to the station he’d gone ahead and said it out loud, too, and I don’t know how to be without you and I love you, I’ve loved you for so long and move in with me and marry me, we should get married, please marry me.
Buck’s knuckles had been almost creaking with how tight they’d been gripping the sleeves of Eddie’s uniform. “Why? I mean- we haven’t- you never- how could you want that? It’s me, I-“ he’d laughed, trying to make it into a joke. “Won’t you get sick of me?”
“I want to share my whole life with you,” Eddie had said, and then laughed a little breathless. “And Buck, I- I think we already do. Your toothbrush is in my bathroom and I have a green lawn chair because you said it looked like a frog and- and you fixed the holes in my wall and you’re raising my son. We share- my house feels most like a home when you’re there. So. You can be there, forever, if you want. You want a couch? I have a couch. You like my couch.”
Buck had laughed, tears in his eyes, kissed him again, and said “I love your couch.”
So Friday evening they’d been sitting on the aforementioned couch as best friends eating pizza and drinking beer, and Sunday morning they’d got married, and had an all day long party in their backyard with people dropping in and out whenever they weren’t at work or had other places to be and Eddie had smiled so big and laughed so hard his cheeks still ache, and Sunday night he’d had sex with a man for the first time. He, Eddie Diaz, had sex with Buck (who’s last name is now sort of a toss up until he decides how he wants to change it, a process that turns out comes with a lot more paperwork and waiting than a marriage license). Not even just sex- Buck fucked him into the mattress so hard Eddie thinks he may have had some sort of religious experience. He came so hard he got a little mad about it after. Like. Is this what it’s supposed to be like? He could have been having sex this good the whole time? Buck had laughed at him, loud but not unkindly.
He’d learned what it’s like to sleep in a bed beside the man that he loves. Buck is warm and his feet are cold and he is delightfully solid and unmovable. He snores, especially when he curls up in his sleep, but Eddie has spent years sleeping in a big shared room in a fire station and years before that falling asleep in a war zone, so it doesn’t bother him. This morning they’d woken up holding hands even though they hadn’t gone to sleep like that, and Eddie is in love, in love, in love.
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Sometime about halfway through their first shift as a married couple they’re called to a car gone over a cliff in the hills. It’s not gone very far over the cliff, and is resting on stable ground, and the occupant inside seems more shaken up than anything, but someone’s still got to get in a harness, and like usual that person is Buck.
Eddie can feel Chimney smirking off to the side as he triple checks Buck’s harness and line, but this is something Eddie always does and not a new feature of some sort of honeymoon phase. Buck’s life is precious, has been since the beginning, he’d never risk it with something as preventable as an improperly secured strap. Back last year, when Buck had been in the coma, it had been the one thing he’d not felt guilty about. The harness had caught him. Eddie had triple checked it. He always has and he’s not going to stop now.
"Be careful,” he says, darting in to give him the quickest kiss he thinks he can get away with. So, that part is new, sue him.
Buck's eyes get wide, and then he nods very solemnly. "I will," he promises, looking at Eddie for another long minute before he goes over the side.
To his left Bobby lets out a huff of air, and he's making a face and shaking his head when Eddie turns to investigate. Eddie raises an eyebrow.
"It's that easy?" Bobby gestures down the side of the cliff, amused. "I should have had one of you marry him ages ago."
Eddie laughs, and turns back to keep an eye on the line.
-
“We’re going to the roof,” Eddie says, after they’re back at the station. “For fifteen minutes,” he concedes to Bobby’s raised eyebrows. “To engage in strictly pg13 activities,” a final plea.
Bobby sighs, and Hen cackles as he waves a defeated hand at them to go ahead. Eddie hooks his arm through Buck’s and they stumble up the stairs side by side, laughing like they’re getting away with something.
-
They only got twelve minutes before the alarm rang again, and it was non stop after that till the end of the shift. Eddie’s shoulder is almost too stiff to move at this point, and Buck looks dead on his feet.
“You wanna just come home with me?” He asks, leaning on the locker next to Buck’s as he changes.
“Uh…” Buck looks tempted when he emerges from his t-shirt, hair all ruffled, but then he shakes his head. “Nah, we took both cars for a reason, I should go grab stuff from the loft.” The logistics of very suddenly moving in together are still working themselves out. Eddie thinks he could probably push — Buck practically lived with him before, anyway, what could be at the loft that he would miss so terribly it couldn’t wait another night? — but they’d planned their day like this so they could both go on Chris’ beach day field trip tomorrow without having to squeeze packing around it.
“Alright,” he agrees, though he can’t help feeling a little reluctant about it. He hasn’t been apart from Buck for more than an hour since he’d been lost in a pile of rubble, and he doesn’t really want to go separate ways now. He leans in for a kiss, and the way Buck smiles into it might be able to tide him over for just a little while. “I’ll go get the kid. See you at home.”
“Okay. Goodbye, husband,” Buck says, a little sparkle back in his tired eyes.
“Bye, husband,” Eddie laughs, soft, kissing him again.
-
There’s three unpacked boxes pushed to the side of the living room and two others empty by the recycling, contents dispersed around the house. By mutual, exhausted decision they’d agreed to deal with the rest some other time and collapsed into bed. They can’t even really make out properly, one or both of them yawning into it repeatedly until Eddie laughs and rolls onto his back, setting his alarm for the morning and settling more comfortably under the covers.
“Night, Buck,” he breathes, leaning onto his pillow to kiss his cheek. “I love you.”
Buck does the little smile with startled-wide eyes he’s done every time Eddie’s said it so far. “I love you, too. Uh- sweet dreams.”
And that should be that, another happy night of wedded bliss, but the thing that Eddie knows and kind of forgot is that after a long and hectic shift Buck gets a little restless no matter how tired he is, brain running overtime, so after trying to wait out his tossing and turning and yawning Eddie eventually sighs, turns the bedside lamp back on, and pokes him in the side.
“What’re you thinking about?”
Buck frowns at him. "Eddie. What if I die in my sleep?"
He doesn’t think it’s a real question, but it still makes his stomach lurch a little. "Why would you do that?"
Buck makes a face. "I wouldn't mean to."
"I mean- why are you afraid of that?"
Buck frowns harder. “I don’t know. I heard once you yawn because you’re falling asleep and your brain thinks you're dying, so it tries to get you a burst of oxygen to save you.”
“Okay, but- you’re not actually dying.” Eddie reaches a clumsy hand under the covers till it collides with Buck’s chest, where his heart is somewhere inside beating steady. “You’re okay. Just tired.”
Buck nods, but he hasn’t stopped frowning. “What if you die in your sleep?”
Eddie hums, shuffling onto his side to face Buck more fully. “I don’t plan to.”
“Okay,” Buck says, trusting Eddie’s word even in a hypothetical he would in actuality have no control over. “What if Bobby dies? Or- or anybody. What if… a meteor destroys the station and we can’t go to work?”
Eddie snorts, and then feels bad about it until he sees Buck grin a tiny bit. “I think we’d still have jobs, Buck. They’d rebuild the station, we might all just have to work at different houses for a while.” Buck frowns again, and Eddie winces at introducing this new worry. “Hey. If a meteor destroys our station I promise I will beg on hands and knees to get transferred to the same place as you.”
Buck laughs, just a small exhale of air through his nose. “Feel like you might wanna stay upright. They might cite professionalism and all that.”
“Okay,” Eddie says, kissing his cheek. “I will beg on two feet to stay by your side whenever I can, as long as I can.”
“Alright,” Buck says, a little choked. He slings an arm over Eddie’s side and settles in close against him, and Eddie thinks that might be it until he says, very quietly, “What if I’m not a good husband to you?”
“Oh, Buck.” This question is a real question, the one that was hiding behind all the others. “You're doing pretty great so far.”
“It’s been like two days.” Muffled, somewhere around Eddie’s collarbone.
“Yeah, and they’ve been a pretty great two days.” He drags his hand around Buck’s ribs, everything made soft sandwiched by blanket and sleep shirt. “I asked you to marry me because I wanted to be married to you. I wanted- you to be married to me. My husband.”
“Yeah, that’s usually why people ask that question,” Buck mumbles, not, apparently, in the mood to easily accept comfort. “But what if-“
“Are you afraid of me?”
“What?” Buck reels back in surprise to look at him. “No. Of course not.”
“Then why are you scared I’ll change my mind?” Eddie can feel the raised line of a scar on Buck’s back through his shirt. The one from getting tossed from the board the first time he’d gone surfing, Eddie’s pretty sure, years before they met. “I won’t. I’m not going to get tired of you, I’m not going to leave you behind, you’ll never be too much for me. You-“ Eddie takes a breath, tries to get his thoughts in order. “You make my life better by being in it, and that has always been true, and you know we’ve gone through some shit before. Even… even when you were suing the city because you were a lonely little idiot and I was pissed at you because I was a mean little idiot, all I wanted was to be by your side. When I was bleeding out in the street I just wanted to be with you. When you were- when you were dead on that ladder I’d have done anything-“ Eddie exhales, hard. Buck is on his left side, birthmark buried in the pillow, so Eddie has to snake his hand up to tilt his head for access to it. They’ve only been able to kiss each other for a tiny handful of days, but it doesn’t feel new, really, when he presses his lips to the pink blotches of skin. “I don’t know how else to explain it to you, but I will keep trying every day for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me.”
Buck kisses him, hard, holds him tight. “I- yeah, I-,” another kiss, slower. “As long as I can- I’ll tell you, too, I- I’ve never been anywhere I’ve felt- it’s so easy to be here, in your- in our home.” Buck’s fingers find Eddie’s scars, twin bullet holes, touching them so reverently he thinks the scars might heal right up and vanish. “You make me-“ He kisses Eddie’s cheek, up by his eye, his nose, right between his eyebrows. “I don’t know how to say it. If you try every day, can I try, too?”
“Anytime,” Eddie vows. “Every day, anytime you want.”
“Alright,” Buck says, tail end of the word getting swallowed by another yawn. Eddie kisses his forehead again, or maybe just smiles against it. “I love you, Eddie. So much.”
“So much, too.”
It’s a little bit of a stretch to be able to turn the light off again with Buck still wrapped around him, but he gets it on the second try. He’s not sure how well he’ll be able to fall asleep tangled together like this, but that’s fine. Buck is warm. His feet, where they’re bumped here and there into Eddie’s legs, are cold. They breathe in, and on this inhale are entirely synched. There’s no place he’d rather be.
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#my writing#911 abc#they’re just fuckin sappy i dunno what to tell ya
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(Very late) Linktober 2023 – Day 23. Child/Children
I can't resist these two they're still the cutest thing ever 🥰
I just love getting past the guards just to show her Link's silly new masks.
Didn't render this one the way I usually do because I'm too tired and I just need to get it off my mind so that I can go to sleep 😆. I'll probably come back to it later though and finish it properly.
(Do you guys still have some love for OoT Zelink left or have you all moved to the Malink team? I adore them 🥺👉👈)
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#linktober#linktober 2023#or should i call it...#linktover -_-#loz#zelda#loz fanart#the legend of zelda#ocarina of time#oot#oot link#young link#princess zelda#oot zelda#oot zelink#ocarina of time zelink
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requesting prompt 8 for sohee🥺
✮Me? - Sohee✮
✮Special thanks to: anon, RIIZE, Sohee
✮Note: hello! I hope you enjoy if you have any other requests please send them in thx today is a sad day Suga has went to the army...but I know he's going to be fine so ARMY's don't go crazy lmfao alsoi just got over a week of birthdays (from the 19 to the 21 with 5 people) so sorry for not keeping up with requests I've been a bit busy
✮TW: slight jealous Sohee :
✮Words: 726
✮Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers
✮Prompt: Y'know what...I'll just print you a photo card with me on it-
8-30-23
Riize had just debuted so you bought at least 10 copies of the new album just so you can pull your bais no not your boyfriend Sohee but Anton although the boy sitting next to you didn't know who your bais is he assumed it was himself
"Ok!" You said as you set the box of albums on the coffee table "what's this?" Sohee asked sitting up from his spot "I ordered I think 10 copies of your debut album" you stated proudly "I may be broke but anything to pull my bais" you continued now cutting the tape on the box
"Your bais? Who's your bais? Is it me? I mean I assumed it was me" he asked leaning closer to the table and you, you giggled "you'll see" you said as you pulled the first album out you opened it and looked at the photo card inside "darn...Eunseok" you said as you turned it around showing Sohee in response he slightly pouted "ok next album!" You said setting the other one down
"Are you serious-" you said looking at the photo card of Wonbin "its ok you have more albums to go" Sohee said taking both the album and photo card you nodded your head and pulled another one out "oh my fu-dont curse" Sohee cut you off you sighed and showed the photo card "another Wonbin" you stated setting it with the matching photo card. Grabbing the next album in the box you paused before pushing it towards Sohee "kiss it for good luck" you said Sohee laughed before kissing the album
"Your so weird" he giggled, you rolled your eyes and opened the album a small sigh left your lips before you flipped the photo card over "oh my-" you gasped before jumping up to celebrate "I pulled him!!!" You yelled before flipping it around to show Sohee the smile that was on his face dropped as soon as he saw Anton's face and not his "your bais is Anton?..." He asked you nodded your head "but I thought I was your bais" he pouted
"You are my second bais Anton is my first bais" you stated admiring the photo card he sighed before sitting on the floor going through the rest of the albums not a single photo card was of him now a little angry he huffed "y'know what...I'll just print you a photo card with me on it-" he said crossing his arms you giggled "but I already have like 300(three hundred) polaroids of you" you said now phone in hand as you put the Anton photo card in your clear phone case
"Look see you've gone mad your taking me out and putting Anton in!" He said pointing a finger at you "don't point it's rude besides I'll put you back in eventually right now it's Anton's time to shine" you stated admiring the back of your phone Sohee rolled his eyes "watch this time next week I'll have my photo card in that phone case even if it kills me" he said with a determined look in his eyes you giggled and nodded your head
Around the same time next week Sohee kept his promise "ohhh ynnnnnn" he said taking his shoes off at the front door "I have a present for youuu" he finished walking into the living room "what's the present?" You asked instead of responding Sohee snatched your phone out of your hand before taking the phone case off and taking Anton out "what are you doing" you giggled
"I made a promise so I'm keeping it" he said showing you the new photo card in the back of you phone you giggled looking at the tiny version of your boyfriend "your so childish" you teased Sohee sighed and rolled his eyes "no I'm not now cuddle me!" He yelled the last part throwing himself on you although you fought back in order to put your prized Anton photo card in a case for protection Sohee wasnt having it instead he trapped you under him before falling asleep, All you could do was sigh before falling asleep yourself
#x reader#riize scenarios#sohee riize#riize sohee#sohee x reader#sohee#riize x you#riize x reader#riize imagines#riize one shots#riize head cannons#riize headcannons#riize sohee x reader#one shots
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shakespeare is metal. (2/?)
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie munson desperately needs to graduate this year, and you're the only tutor that hasn't turned him down. (part 2 to "i’m not above begging")
warnings: cursing, mentions of murder/suicide (in regards to shakespeare), jason carver being a shithead (is that even a warning??)
word count: 2.8k
a/n: you guyssss 🥺 I can’t believe the first part of this has 100 notes! thank you all so much for being so kind. i’m truly grateful for every single one of you that took the time to read this and provide such positive responses. it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I got carried away again at 2,764 words (I have a too much gene, oops). as always, all feedback is welcomed/appreciated! please let me know if you want to be tagged in the next parts!
tags: @uraveragequeer
It had been three weeks since I had started tutoring Eddie. I really wasn’t sure what to expect when I had agreed to the arrangement in the first place. I had known of Eddie, but I didn’t know Eddie. Not really. The morning of our first tutoring session, I ransacked my entire closet trying to figure out what to wear. I had never given so much thought into an outfit, despite the obligatory first day of school outfit of course. I stared at my frazzled face in the mirror, cheeks glowing red from hurling clothes on and off my body, my once neatly curled hair now sticking out in odd places. Why do I suddenly care so much what Eddie Munson thinks of my clothes? He wears that same Hellfire shirt every other day.
Eddie had agreed to meet me that Monday morning in the library at 7:30 am sharp. I had expected him to be late, partly because Eddie Munson was not known for his punctuality, but also because I literally had to give him directions to the library. It amused me that the place I had spent a majority of my time in high school, he had never stepped foot in. I arrived at 7:15 and took a seat at one of the tables near the back. The library was empty, not even the librarian had arrived yet. My knee bounced in anticipation as I continuously checked the clock behind the desk what felt like every 30 seconds.
7:17. 7:19. 7:21. 7:23.
Just as the minute hand landed at 7:30, Eddie Munson was bursting through the library doors with a large, goofy grin on his face. My face must have betrayed my inner thoughts, because he looked at me with a knowing smirk and pointed in my direction as he took a seat in front of me.
“You thought I wasn’t gonna show, didn’t ya?”
“No! I just..expected you to get lost..that’s all. Since you’ve never been in here. Um, let’s get started, yeah?”
“Sure. But just so you know, I’d never stand you up angel.”
Eddie shot me a wink and a lopsided grin, pulling out a pencil and a notebook that had definitely seen better days. And me? I was malfunctioning. Eddie Munson winked at me. And called me angel. And I liked it. Why did I like it so much?
That was essentially how all of our tutoring sessions had gone so far. Eddie would be his usual charming self, say or do something flirtatious, and I would be left a stuttering mess trying to steer his attention back to the task at hand, which was a victory in itself. That boy had the attention span of a baby goldfish when it came to topics he bore no interest in. Dungeons and Dragons? Oh he could go on for days. Shakespeare? I couldn’t even get him to hold a book in his hand for longer than 5 seconds.
“I don’t understand why I have to do this. Why do I have to agree that this old dude is ‘one of the greatest writers of our time’ when I think he sucks? It’s forced conformity. I mean who even decided Shakespeare was so ‘great’? Why should we have to be forced to study him until the end of time because of one stuck up asshole’s opinion who’s clearly never read anything worthwhile? Now Tolkien, there’s a fucking writer. Why can’t I do this stupid project on Lord of the Rings?”
“Because you want to pass Mrs. O’Donnell’s class and graduate?”
Eddie groaned loudly, rubbing his large palms over his face and tilting his chair back as he put his feet up on the table which earned him a dirty look from the librarian. His arms crossed over his chest and he stared down at the several books in front of him with detest, as if each one of them had personally offended him. His final project was to pick a work of Shakespeare, read it, and write a three page essay on its meaning. The project itself wasn’t difficult, but Eddie was.
“Look why don’t you think of it as a..um..what do you call it in your game? A challenge?”
“Quest, sweetheart. It’s called a quest.”
Sweetheart.
“R-Right, quest. Think of this as a quest. Shakespeare, is your key to getting out of Mrs. O’Donnell’s class, and Hawkins High itself. Except instead of dice, you have to write a paper.”
“But dice are so much cooler! The new set I got last week are-”
“Eddie.”
“Fine.”
Eddie grumbled and picked up a copy of Romeo and Juliet, eyeing the cover in disgust. His large brown eyes scanned over the various copies laying on the table, all of which he held with contempt. Eddie’s eyes were quickly becoming one of my favorite things about him. They were so warm and expressive, like large pools of melted chocolate. It was hard not to get lost in them. They felt like a safe space. His fingers slowly moved over the covers of the worn paperbacks, his large rings gleaming under the harsh lights in the library. Eddie’s hands were also becoming another one of my favorite things about him. They were so large, and everytime I looked at them, I remembered how soft and warm his skin felt against my own. Eddie was an expressive talker, always talking with his hands and animated gestures. I often found myself getting caught up in his movements, eyes so focused on following his fingers I couldn’t even hear what he was saying. During the past 3 weeks, my mind constantly wandered to his hands. He had mentioned being in a band once, which instantly sent my mind into a frenzy wondering what his hands looked like when he played.
Eddie had been a constant figure in my mind ever since our interaction in the tutoring center. The more time we spent together, the worse it seemed to get. I found myself worrying about my appearance more, tripping over my words in front of him, constantly looking for excuses to talk to him outside of our sessions. I had no idea what was happening to me or why I was all of a sudden so enthralled with Eddie Munson.
“Alright, level with me angel. Which one of these books will make me want to slam my head in my van door the least?”
The completely unamused expression on Eddie’s face caused me to laugh out loud. I quickly cupped one of my hands over my mouth and flashed the librarian an apologetic look. I shook my head as I regained my composure, looking over at Eddie who had a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. I made the mistake of letting Eddie know that I thought he was funny. Since the first time he made me giggle, he made it his personal mission to get at least one laugh out of me every session, no matter what it took. There was no length he wouldn’t go to.
“You are going to get us kicked out! I can’t be banned from the library Eddie, I practically live here! Look, Shakespeare is not that bad. If you would pay attention, you would know he’s actually pretty..metal.”
Eddie stared at me incredulously with wide eyes, his chair landing back on the floor with a loud thunk as he leaned over the table. His dark brows knit together in the middle of his forehead as he mimicked my words.
“I’m sorry..did you just say Shakespeare is..metal?”
“For his time, yeah. A lot of his plays involve murder, or suicide, or a murder-suicide. Some of them are pretty violent. He was also actually kind of a rebel. He wrote tons of plays that cryptically called out the royals of his time, knowing that they would be performed in front of them. He essentially mocked them to their faces, and they had no idea.”
Eddie’s eyes flickered between the titles on the table and me, disbelief written clearly all over his features. He leaned forward to rest his cheek in the palm of his hand. After several minutes of contemplation, he nodded slowly with a click of his tongue, his eyebrows raising in surprise.
“Huh, that is pretty fucking metal.”
I pulled out a copy of Hamlet from the stack and put it in front of Eddie, gently tapping on the cover.
“You’ll like this one. There’s murder, suicide, witchcraft and other supernatural stuff. Arguably one of Shakespeare’s best soliloquies. It’s one of my favorites. Plus, I think you’ll like Hamlet. He’s a drama queen, like you.”
Eddie let out a sharp gasp, covering his chest in an exaggerated fashion with one of his large hands. He painted an expression of mock offense and quickly stood from the chair, gaining everyone’s attention in the library.
“Excuse me? You..you think I’m a drama queen? Wow. I just..you know..you think you know someone and then..they just break your heart. Unbelievable. I really thought we had something Y/N, something special.”
I tried my hardest to contain my giggles, quickly reaching out to grasp onto Eddie’s wrist as he started to walk away from our table. My cheeks flamed when I realized all the other students in the library were staring at us. Some of them looked amused, some of them looked disgusted. I hated the way people stared at Eddie. I hated how much they judged him.
“Eddie! Shh! Seriously, please sit down. If we get kicked out of the library, I can’t tutor you anymore. You know I can’t bring you to the tutoring center anymore.”
Eddie had been unofficially banned from the tutoring center after our second session for being a “distraction”. After ten minutes of drum solos with pencils, Eddie being well, just Eddie, and a heated exchange with one of the jocks, we moved permanently to the library. Although, it seemed like it was only a matter of time before we were unofficially banished from here as well.
Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, his long fingers nearly covering the entire front cover of the copy of Hamlet still in his hand. He cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips, eventually sitting on top of the table right next to my chair. The sudden closeness caused me to tense as the scent of his cologne filled my senses, leaving me somewhat dizzy.
“Fine. But only because I want to sit. Not because you said so. I want to make that perfectly clear.”
“Crystal. But for the record, you know you’re a drama queen. You practically put on your own Shakespearian show everyday at lunch.”
“Well if you wanted a front row seat sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”
My next words of banter immediately caught in my throat, and I prayed to whoever was listening Eddie couldn’t see the change in color of my cheeks. Eddie Munson was a natural flirt. That was just his personality. I had to remind myself that several times over the past few weeks. He’s not flirting with you, dummy. He’s just being nice. He talks like this to everyone. Luckily the bell rang and saved me from becoming a stumbling mess in front of Eddie once again.
“I mean it, you should come sit with us sometime. If you’re feeling brave. See ya later, angel.”
I grumbled under my breath the entire walk to my locker. Damn Eddie Munson. Damn him and his stupid wink and stupid smirk and stupid cute dumb face that sends my brain into a total meltdown.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely registered the pair of blue eyes that were staring at me expectantly as I shut my locker door.
“Hey..you.”
Jason Carver. I had tutored him several times in the past two and a half years, and he still didn’t know my fucking name. I forced a tight-lipped smile on my lips and held my books protectively against my chest.
“Hi Jason. What can I do for you?”
“I’m actually here about what I can do for you.”
My face must have given away my confusion, since Jason started to laugh and leaned against the locker next to mine. A little too close for my liking.
“You know, about the freak.”
“Excuse me?”
I hated the way that word rolled off his tongue so easily, as if it had said it a million times before. I knew he had. And I knew exactly who he was hurling that word at.
“Come on, you know you don’t have to tutor him right? You can say no.”
“No I can’t, Jason. It’s my job.”
“I know plenty of tutors who have turned that freak down, for good reason.”
“Well unlike them, I take my job seriously. I can’t just turn away a student that needs my help.”
Jason’s lips stretched into a grin that I’m sure was supposed to be charming, but to me it just looked threatening. Jason didn’t like to be challenged. He took a step forward to lean against my locker, placing his arm on the metal above my head. I didn’t like the way he towered over me. It made me feel like a helpless animal trapped by its prey, being taunted.
“Look, I get it. You’re a sweet girl, and a saint if you ask me. I know you take it seriously. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have passed chemistry and been kicked off the team a long time ago. I owe you a lot. Which is why I’m here. I’m just looking out for you, okay? I know you try to see the good in people and all, but there’s no good in that devil worshiping freak. Like I said, I owe you. So if he starts to bother you, or make you feel unsafe, come to me. I just wanna protect you.”
Protect me? You don’t even know my fucking name. And you don’t know Eddie. It took everything in my power not to laugh in his face, every shred of self-control not to call him an asshole and to mind his fucking business. But I couldn’t do that. I’m the nice girl. Nice girls don’t talk like that. Nice girls don’t cause a scene. Nice girls smile and nod. So, that’s exactly what I did.
“Thank you, Jason. I appreciate you looking out for me.”
“Hey, you looked out for me. I just want to repay the favor. You’ll come to me, right? Promise?”
There was an edge to his tone, like he was daring me to disobey. My fingers gripped onto the spine of my math textbook so tightly I knew they had turned white. I did my best to appear natural, forging another submissive smile onto my lips.
“I promise.”
My answer seemed to satisfy him. He gave my shoulder a tight squeeze, threw me his most charming smile, and took off down the hall towards the gym. I felt dirty. I felt like I needed to take the most scalding hot shower I could stand to burn away every piece of evidence of Jason Carver’s hand on my shoulder. But mostly, I felt guilty. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t correct him. I didn’t stand up for Eddie, which is what I should have done. Social status be damned. Not like I really had one, but still. There was a nauseating feeling building in my stomach. He would have done it for you.
Eddie would have stood up for me. He wouldn’t have hesitated. He wouldn’t be a coward like me. At that moment, I wondered if he knew. I wondered if he could see right through me, see me for who I really was. A coward. A girl that always did as she was told so she didn’t make waves. A girl that kept quiet, and never spoke up, even against something she knew was wrong. Another conformist.
He would be ashamed of you.
That one thought played over and over in my head all night as I laid in bed. That nauseous feeling never went away, it just continued to gnaw at my nerves and only grew in strength as the hours ticked away. I thought about Eddie, and how I was going to handle seeing his sweet smile while my guilt was eating me up inside. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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Hope it's okay to send this when your requests are closed, I just read your tickling isn't goth fic and my God that was so cute 🥺 is there any chance we could get a fic of Michael messing around with Pete only for Pete to remember Michael admitted he's ticklish so he retaliates?
Yes absolutely! So um I know what I said but
lol I had an idea I'M THE WORST
I've actually had this idea before but I wanted to wait until I could articulate it properly if that makes sense
I hope you enjoy :0
WARNINGS: cursing! mentions of satan and other imagery. also a lot of band references so if it's confusing I'm sorry lol
I'm More Goth Than YOU! (Lee Micheal/ Ler Pete)
This takes place during the 'Basic Cable' episode (Season 23 Episode 9). After finding out that Micheal has already talked to the new girl Sophie, Pete finds himself wanting to discuss a few things with his friend...
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"-So we just sat around and listened to Bauhaus when System of a Down came on after that. I was like, what the fuck am I listening to, you know. And they skipped the song like when it came on and it switched to another goth band but that's when I knew they were just another poser." Micheal rambled Pete's ear off while they were watching a scary movie together.
Pete was at Micheal's house as it was the start of the weekend and October, so naturally they had to kick it off right. However, watching scary movies was a year-round activity, so tonight was a bit basic by their standards. The movie of choice was Hereditary, but they've seen it so many times that they could talk and watch at the same time and not miss any beats.
Pete was zoning out if he were being honest. He had his mind set on a girl he had talked to earlier that day. Sophie Gray. She was really pretty and she seemed really cool, not unlike anyone else that went to their school. Even though she was new and Pete didn't really know her yet, he could tell that she was different. Pete laid his cheek on his fist while he thoughtlessly said the first thing that came to mind.
"I don't mind System of a Down if I'm in the right mood," Pete said honestly. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of disgust. Pete was laying on his side on the couch with his left leg bent at the knee and his right leg laid over Micheal's thigh. Micheal pushed Pete's leg off of him and crossed his arms with a sneer on his face.
"God, that's how I know you're a fucking poser," Micheal growled. That got Pete's attention. Pete looked up from the television and set his jaw in anger.
"What did you say?" Pete asked, testing Micheal. There was no way his friend would utter something like that again to his face.
"I'm just saying that no real child of darkness would be listening to something so mainstream. I've heard cheerleaders listen to Chop Suey before." Micheal said with venom in his tone.
"Oh yeah? Then how do you know a single song from the band anyway? You're a hypocrite, Micheal. Op- foreshadowing." Pete pointed to the TV where a hidden Easter egg was shown in the movie.
"Nice catch." Micheal relaxed after that. Micheal allowed Pete to put his leg back up to rest on his thigh so it wasn't hanging off the couch. It seemed like Micheal didn't want to be caught being a poser or a conformist in any way, shape, or form. Pete wondered why that was.
"So uh... that new girl at school. Sophie Gray? Talk to her yet?" Pete tested the waters with Micheal. Sophie had revealed that Micheal had already spoken to her before Pete had, and Gods knows what Micheal was saying about the people at the school. To save his own skin, Pete threw Micheal under the bus and called him a total poser. Because let's face it, no one was more goth than Pete was.
Micheal perked up at her name. "Yeah, she's pretty cool. I offered to show her around campus sometime and she started talking about Skinny Puppy. Can you believe it? She's not a conformist dickhole like every other new kid in South Park." Micheal carded his fingers through his curly hair while Pete stared back at the TV.
"Well, too bad she already accepted my invitation to show her around the school. She even said she wanted to talk later. Guess she's only into real goths." Pete was poking the bear on that one. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of thinly veiled shock.
"What? You talked to her? No way." He asked. Pete shrugged nonchalantly with a small smirk on his face.
"Yeah. She said she's not into posers. Her words." Micheal furrowed his brows at Pete's words.
"Well, I'm not a poser!" Micheal said defensively. Pete's smile only grew as he looked over his shoulder to meet Micheal's eyes.
"Then why would she say something like that? She said she doesn't like guys who try too hard." Pete's smile could be heard in his voice. Michael gave Pete an incredulous look and grabbed onto Pete's calve resting on his thigh.
"Did she actually say that Pete?" Micheal asked. Pete threw up his shoulders and turned his attention back to the TV.
"Are... Are you lying? Pete. Answer me." Pete kept a smug little grin on his face when he felt a hand squeezing the in-between spot of his knee and his thigh. Pete let out a shocked cry as he shook off the hand.
"Ah-hah! What are you doing creeper?!" Pete yelled, fighting to take his leg back. Micheal held onto his leg in a tight grip as he defended himself.
"I want you to answer me about Sophie Gray, dork! I'm not doing this 'cause I like it! Are you lying about what you said?" Micheal pressed.
Now one thing about Pete: He was a TERRIBLE liar. He could make stuff up on the spot about a story that was already established, but coming up with stuff out of thin air under pressure? He began to stutter and jerk his leg in Micheal's grip.
"I- I don't know! It's just what she said! Why do you-" Pete and Micheal both looked at the TV at the same time. The main character had passed by another Easter egg.
"Foreshadowing." They said at the same time.
They turned back to look at each other one more time before Micheal squished the inner part of Pete's knee, creeping into his inner thigh. Pete gave an inward squeak as he began giggling and kicking his leg.
"M-Mihihicheal! Stohohop! You're a weheheirdo!" Pete struggled and snickered while squirming all over Micheal's couch. Micheal hadn't heard Pete's ticklish laugh, or any laugh for that matter, since the tickling ritual at Henrietta's place a few months back. They don't really talk about that day, and for good reason.
"What, are you gonna call me a creep next? You're so mainstream it hurts, Pete. I don't know why Sophie would choose you to hang out with. If she should be hanging out with any goth at the school it should definitely be me." Micheal admitted. Pete managed an eye-roll in the midst of his tickle attack which Micheal definitely caught.
"Sounds like you're je-hehealous! Get off mehehe!" Pete snickered with Micheal grabbing both his lower thighs and squishing into the muscle. Through sheer luck (and some determination) Pete managed to sit up in a different position on the couch and grabbed Micheal by his jacket. Their small tussle took them to the floor of the living room in a bundle of pillows and blankets.
Pete thrust a hand out while blind in the flurry of objects surrounding them and just started to squish his hand over and over. Pete didn't really know why he shot his arm out to retaliate, but something in the back of his mind told him it would work.
His intuition seemed to be right as he felt the random body part he had grabbed start to shake with laughter. Pete forced himself out of the small blanket fort that had fallen on top of them and kept squeezing the body part he had in his hand.
He had Micheal's ribs in his grip, which he held onto for dear life. Satan, Micheal was a squirmer. It was like he was being electrocuted.
"Call me mainstream again, Micheal. Do it. I dare y-" Pete egged on Micheal, but he had never seen this expression on his face before. Micheal's eyes were screwed shut as he laughed out from the small amount of squeezes Pete was administering. Had Pete landed on his death spot by accident?
"Pehehete! Gehehe- *hick!* Gehehehet ohohoff- *hick!* ahahasshole! *hick!*" The sound of Micheal's hiccupy laughter filled the living room. Pete was dumbfounded. He had no idea how to react rather than to keep squeezing. Pete shoved both his hands on either side of Micheal's ribcage and scribbled his fingers into Micheal's bony frame. Micheal burst out into a fresh peal of laughter as he tried tucking his knees into his chest for protection.
"I'm gonna put you in your grave for calling me a poser, Micheal. I should record this and show it to Sophie to prove to her that you're just a ticklish conformist. I bet she'd get a real laugh out of that one. What do you think?" Pete was sure talking big words for someone who was ticklish himself. Micheal could do nothing as his head lay on the carpeted floor and laughed out.
Micheal tried fighting Pete's hands back, but that just raised his arm up and out of the way. Pete took the opportunity and shoved his hand into Micheal's armpit and simply moved his fingers in the space before Micheal snorted and squirmed underneath his friend.
"Gohohohod! Yohohohou- *hick!* yohohohou suhuhuhuhuck! *hick!* Screhehehew ohohohohoff! *hick!*" Despite his words, Pete had it hard taking Micheal seriously, seeing as he had a huge grin on his face and giggled out all of his threatening words. It didn't deter Pete of course, he's heard this all before.
"What did you say? You said I suck? You calling me a vamp kid now, Micheal?" Pete tossed his hair out of his eyes just as Micheal had managed to flip himself onto his belly and started clawing himself away from the situation. Pete launched into action as he grabbed his friend's right arm and barred it into his back.
"L-Let go of me! Sophie Gray knows I'm more goth than you, conformist! This is pointless!" Micheal shouted. Pete let out a disgusted groan as he jammed his fingers into Micheal's side, just underneath his lowest rib. If Pete thought he found Micheal's death spot before, he was dead wrong. Micheal immediately started fighting him and trying to hold back his immense giggles.
"Stahahahap! *hick!* Yohohou're fuhuhucking lahahame- *hick!* Pehehehete!" Micheal's face buried into the carpet of the living room while his shoulders jumped with laughter. Pete was a little shocked for words at how well he was taking control of the situation.
"Oh yeah, I'm lame, Micheal? I'm not the one laughing like a preppy straight-A cheerleader right now. If only Sophie were here, she could see how much of a princess you actually are." Pete had no idea where these fighting words were coming from, especially directed at someone who's always been more commonly revered among the goths AND older than him. Micheal struggled at that last remark but crumbled when he felt Pete finding the divet in his side. That was the spot right there.
"Fuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff! Yohohou- *hick!* Yohohohou're thehehe wohohohohorst! *hick!* Micheal tried lying on the side that was being tickled and swung with his free arm, but Pete was quick to grab the arm and stuff it by the other one and kept both his wrists behind his back in a vice grip. Now Pete alternated between tickling one side and switching to the other randomly.
That was cause for disaster. The randomness of the tickles in Micheal's worst spot kept him laughing as his brain was surprised at every turn where Pete would strike next. Not to mention with his increased laughter, his hiccups increased as well.
Pete could feel Micheal's legs bending at the knee and shooting out behind him over and over again as he sat on his hips. He felt all of his struggling underneath him, but his laugh was what intrigued him most. It was hiccupy yes but it was deeper than his speaking voice, and it had the same rasp to it. It would be more of a romantic laugh if it wasn't infested by those goofy hiccups.
"How much more of this do you wanna take, Micheal? You know what you have to say to get out of this. You have to say you're sorry for calling me a poser, you have to say I'm more goth than you, and you have to say Sophie Gray would prefer me over you showing her around the school cause you're a goddamn dorky ticklish conformist." Pete laid all this out while Micheal immediately started shaking his head.
"Nohohoho wahahahay!! I cahahahan't! *hick!* Ihihihihit's- *hick!* Ihihihihit's toohohohoo muhuhuhuch! *hick!*" Micheal's voice was getting weaker, maybe since he'd gotten tickled a lot longer than Pete was tickled just a moment ago. Pete decided to give Micheal a little boost. Pete let go of Micheal's hands behind his back just for Pete to grab both of his sides and scratch his blunt nails through the thin material of his blouse. Micheal let out a surprised noise as he fell back onto the carpet with his eyes screwed shut in laughter.
"Then I guess we'll stay here a while, Micheal. Say hi to Cthulu for me when you cross into the Ether." Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes while he watched Micheal manage a quick bird-flipping motion with his right hand. Pete groaned audibly as he shoved his fingers into Micheal's armpit, which made Micheal laugh hard.
"Just say you like it-" Pete was about to say before his phone chirped a notification sound. Pete looked back at his phone and decided to give Michael a break. Pete unlatched himself from Micheal's hips as he walked on his knees to read the notification. With Micheal's freedom, Micheal rolled onto his back and gulped in greedy amounts of air with a hand over his beating heart.
"You're a fucking dickhole, Pete... I swear to-" Micheal started, but Pete interrupted him.
"Oh shit. Sophie just invited me to her house. She said she wants to watch something." Pete looked over to Micheal, who was sitting up with a pained expression on his face. It was then that Micheal's phone chirped as well. Micheal pulled his phone out of his pocket and read out the message he received.
"I got an invitation too," Micheal said simply.
"What should we do?" Pete asked. Micheal started typing and sent back a message.
"I asked her what we'll watch," Micheal replied. Pete nodded and flipped his hair out of his eyes before sending the same question to Sophie.
A moment passed before both of their phones chirped at the same time.
"Mandalorian?" They both said out loud in an equally disgusted tone.
"She has a Disney Plus account?" Pete asked.
"Fucking conformist," Micheal said, displeased.
"Nope." Pete and Micheal said in unison before shutting down her invitation.
"Welp, so much for that. What should we do now?" It was then that the main character screamed from the television, grabbing both Micheal and Pete's attention.
Pete and Micheal decided to make up and spend the rest of the night watching cheesy horror movies. None of what they said they actually meant, and they really felt that way. Besides, no way a conformist could actually change the way two REAL goths thought about each other.
Pete did have some interesting stories to tell the rest of the group while Micheal wasn't around, however...
#south park#south park tickles#sp goth kids#sp goth kids tickles#lee micheal#ler pete#lee pete#ler micheal#okay tell me why i made pete a little scary LOL#i wouldn't expect this from him#but thats what makes it good#also lemme hear some noise#for LEE MICHEAL#HICCUPY MICHEAL#YEAAAAH BUDDY
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y/n4real.2002 #tbt to re-recording Red, as you can see that day we were working on the 10 minute version of ATW. Love you Taylor, thank you for bringing me on this journey with you! 💜💜💜 #redtaylorsversion #atw10minute
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↳fan26: I mean our girl (y/n) is kinda unforgettable.
↳fan.love: and 19 !!! Can we stop??
austin.e.p.fan: that jaw clench, I'm floored
↳hoe4butler: I know !! my goodness
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y/n4real.2002 forever grateful for this moment. Thank you to the theacademy , my team, the whole cast of reconstructing.amelia. And thank you tchalamet for being there for me and helping me through everything. #orcars #greatful #reconstructingamelia
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tchalamet: the most deserving
↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet love you always 💜
taylorswift: truly speechless, I'm so proud of you
↳y/n4real.2002: taylorswift my heart 💜
billieelish: I mean who else were they going to give it to??
↳y/n4real.2002: billieeilish stop it, I'm blushing 😊
↳billie-fan: Queen Billie out here with the facts
austinbutler: truly well deserved, an amazing performance from an amazing person, rewarded in the best way. Congrats!!
↳y/n4real.2002: austinbutler thank you so so much. Ur turn next year💜
↳fan.23: I'm living for this, he's so sweet
↳bazluhermann: y/n4real.2002 congrats on this well deserved achievement
↳y/n4real.2002: bazluhermann this means more than any award, thank you 😭💜😭
↳elvismovie: talented ✨✨
austin2fan: guys when did this comment section become the place for the Elvis cast and crew to fangirl for her😩😩😩
↳kaia.g.fan: they be trying to wash Austin's hands
↳fan26: no, she just deserves all the love and respect and the Elvis people know it.
fan193: notice how she didn't thank her parents?
↳fan4she: damn yeah she didn't 🥶
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enews: last night y/n4real.2002 took home the Oscar, for best lead actress in a role, making her the youngest woman to do so. Head over to our link in bio to see all the winners and more pictures from the after party. #oscars #winners #afterparty
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fan23: omg her and Timmy look so cute, he's the best big bro
↳tc-fan: I expected no less of him
fan1: that dress is stunning !! also love how goofy they are
↳fanslove: yesss that dress, 🥵 so hot
hater4: talk about what a shame the Oscars have become, she didn’t deserve it
↳fan292: talk your talk, she took the award home, you're just petty
fan34: she won with the after party dress, I didn't really vibe with the ceremony one
↳fan2: yeah, she definitely chose better for the after party
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☕ december study challenge
i didn't do much schoolwork on friday, so i need to catch up! 🥺
📈 study stats (30 min):
S: 🍅🍅🍅
Su: 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅
🎒 school/cs50:
finish reviewing biochem module 4 ✅ (i have a little more than 1 section left)
finish reviewing 4 pages of mol bio module 3 ✅ (😬 let's hope i remember it. out of all the courses i've taken this semester, i have the least solid background knowledge for this one...i haven't repeated the info enough times over a long-enough time period to be sure it'll stick yet 😅 at least for biochem, i have some "pegs" of solid background knowledge from physiology to hang the new content on...)
finish remainder of flask lecture (~50 mins) ✅
🩺 self-care:
physio exercises ✅✅
full body floor workout ✅
journal ✅
meditate ✅
🎶 winterstella - stella jang / appassionata, 3rd movt (piano sonata op. 57 no. 23) - beethoven / my day in music, sunday edition
💌 uuuuugggggghhhhhhhh lately not been feeling too good bc the dictionary of lost words is depressing ("poignant" as @zzzzzestforlife described it) and it makes me feel lonely along with school and whenever this happens (or i otherwise feel like a mess) i get in a philosophical mood. i have been in this mood for at least a month now (before i started the book but after midterm season). it used to only last about a week or 2 (every month, mind you 😂). i can't wait to take philosophy so i can hopefully fix my brain by practicing being more rational and critical about *waves hands* whatever things my mind drifts to, to try to piece myself back together (which sometimes pulls me back apart with an existential crisis) 😅 (i also think the fact that some of the same thoughts i'm thinking have also been thought many times by others would be some comfort 🙂) but i think i'll only be able to take it the year after next bc of other (technically higher priority) subjects (for my field 🧬🦠) which...in better days i would be really excited about. i comfort myself by thinking the christmas break will restore me.
💌💌 also i'm not going to officially finish the dictionary of lost words anymore. i've slowly been reading the ending out of order so i basically know what happens and i saved the final major happy event for last. my final thoughts are that i want a relationship like esme's and gareth's but i want it to last longer than theirs did 😭 that's it. i can't deal with this depressing stuff anymore. maybe someday i'll come back to it, but right now i cannot. sometimes i ask myself why i feel so fragile these days...i'm not sure i know why... sometimes i get a feeling that smth is missing, but it will eventually pass as i fill my cup in other ways.
💌💌💌 recently discovered this channel and loving their hyperspecific titles that tell me exactly what vibes i should expect from the music. i especially like the chemistry playlist for studying (hot take but i'm not a huuggee fan of ludovico einaudi, but for studying, it's okay) and the playlist for "making your brain shut up"
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Please, 15 or 23 for for Steve and Tony💚🥺
23 // putting their chin of the other's shoulder
****
The thing about their height difference is that for all Tony tries to ignore it, Steve loves to remind him of it.
When Tony is working, Steve will always inevitably appear with questions, resting his head on Tony's shoulder to peer at the day's project. Steve's bent down low enough that Tony wonders about the state of his knees, what with Steve being a centenarian and all.
No matter what Tony's doing these days, Steve is right there, curious and eager to learn, comfortable enough with Tony now to get right in his space, their faces so close together that Tony could...
Well, Tony could do a lot of things that he doesn't let himself think about.
Steve rests his head on Tony's shoulder mid-meeting to let him know that he sees that Tony is actually drawing Fury rescuing a cat from a tree and not, in fact, taking diligent notes. When Tony turns his head and sees a grinning Steve Rogers, his heart backflips.
Steve rests his head on Tony's shoulder when he's presenting a plan, when he's detailing upgrades to Cap's suit, nodding enthusiastically when Tony explains why the suit needs a heating mechanism. (What if Steve is stranded somewhere and can't keep warm?) Tony isn't risking it, and it makes him feel warm all over to see the way Steve looks at him when he explains his thinking.
Steve lets his head rest on Tony's shoulder when he's looking for coffee in the pantry, waiting his turn for a full mug.
He rests his head on Tony's shoulder when he finds Tony peering at a recipe over the tops of his reading glasses when it's his turn to make the team dinner, offering advice and soft-spoken suggestions so close to Tony's ear he has to actively repress a shiver.
Steve rests his head on Tony's shoulder just about every time he gets the chance.
It's a little off putting, actually.
Not because Tony doesn't want Steve so close to him, but because he very much wants Steve so close to him.
Every time Steve feels comfortable enough to get so close to him, Tony is pretty sure he can feel his blood humming through his veins. His heart pounds and his cheeks heat up, and there's simply no way that Steve, with all his super soldier senses, isn't aware of all of this.
It would be all too easy to turn to the left and kiss him. On the cheek, or the nose, or the lips, Tony can't decide which, though he's imagined all of his options countless times at this point.
One afternoon, Tony's in the garage, debating which car to take to the store, and Steve finds him, even here, in the quiet, dimly lit room. He leans in, poised and ready to let himself into Tony's personal space, and Tony's stomach twists itself into knots.
Maybe he's over-tired. Maybe he's had too much caffeine and not enough food and water, but he finally snaps.
"Okay, enough. What are you doing?" Tony asks, his tone sharper than he necessarily intends.
Steve stares at him, a faint, pink flush crawling its way up his neck and over his cheekbones, all the way up to the tips of his ears, and Tony immediately wants to take it back.
So Steve is comfortable with him. So what? Shouldn't he be allowed to have this, this one thing, after everything? No matter how it makes Tony's insides feel like melting jello?
"I'm. Uh..." Steve stumbles over something to say, his face flickering from guilty to pained to determined. "I'd like to kiss you," Steve says, as matter of fact as if he's proposing a new strategy for the team.
"You...what." Tony's pretty sure his eyes are popping out of his head by now, and yet...
"I think you heard me," Steve says, his voice low and rough and so close to Tony's ear, he can't hide the shiver that races through him this time.
"You don't..." Tony finds himself without words, or a self-deprecating quip for the first time in a long time, and so when Steve just looks at him, then rests his head on Tony's shoulder the way he's done so many times, Tony can't help but smile back.
"Yeah, okay," Tony says, then closes the space between them, kisses Steve's beautiful, curious, smiling mouth.
Finally.
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Remember that ask you sent me of Wheezy sending Greasy those texts if he left the Toon Patrol? I saw this video https://youtube.com/shorts/yruOJhfMrbk?si=IwMmYQqlGv5sJu2Z and couldn't help but think of Greasy 'quitting being a regular occurrence (and that's why it takes Wheezy a bit to get worried when Greasy storms out seemingly for good)
Greasy: ¡A la mierda esto! I quit!
Smartass: Oh? You're quittin', eh?!
Psycho: FINALLY!!!
Stupid: Are you quiet quitting like Poppy talked about?
Greasy, already tugging on his jacket and storming out the door: Oh no, this is loud quitting! You bastardos will never see me again!
Smartass: Oh fine! Great! Thanks for the notice, asshole!
Stupid: Wha?? No, boss! Don't let him leave!!! 🥺
Wheezy: Don't worry, Stu. He'll be back.
~some days later~
Greasy, walking back inside the TP house with the key he never threw away: Eey there, amigos. Another day at the office?
Smartass: *leaning back in his chair with a smug grin* Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged back.
Stupid: Greasy! :D
Psycho: =_=
Lottie: *nodding to Wheezy with a smirk* Told you.
Greasy: ?? Told him what??
Lottie: I betted double dessert for a week that you'd be back within 22 days.
Wheezy: *sigh* I had you at 23 days...
Smartass: A week!
Poppy: I uh... Thought you'd be back in three days.
Stupid: I hoped you came back in a few hours!
Psycho: Never would have been the best option...
Greasy: Que se jodan pendejos...
Shiny, lounging on the couch: Welcome to the hotel California~
Greasy: =_= Really, Chica?
Shiny: You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave!~
(Everyone is so mean to Greasy. He deserves it XD)
🤣🤣🤣
He totally deserves it XD But I cant get over Stupid's wholesomeness, of my goodness!! He is just too sweet!! He wants his friend Greasy to stayyyy! 'I hoped you came back in a few hours!' Stu you are too precious, Greasy doesn't deserve you XD I need to see Greasy show Stu some appreciation for once!! Of course, Greasy probably thinks very lowly of Stupid but that doesn't mean he doesn't treat his silly dumb friend a little better then others when they're like this XD
~
Greasy: *sitting with silent rage in an armchair, glaring at everyone* =_= ...
Stupid: *waives all-innocent at him when he catches Greasy's eye* 👋👋👋
Greasy: Oh, hola Stu.
Greasy: *Immediately goes back to glaring at everyone else*
OR, ALTERNATIVELY, BAMF!S/O stands up for her Stu, interjecting before Greasy can insult everyone in Spanish like-
Greasy: *Deep breath*
Greasy: You people are-
BAMF!S/O: -Hey, remember, Stu wasn't apart of this. He somehow genuinely missed you, you slimy rodent. And I'll give you an amateur lobotomy if you don't acknowledge that. Keep that in mind going forward, huh?? Now go ahead. I'm waiting.
Greasy: ... You people, except for Stupid, are-
(And Psycho's on the side going ):):): no amateur lobotomy??)
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Yokoyama Reina-chan
Evening
Its too cold, I left home but I just about turned around……
Thank you very much for your hard work to everyone,
who has work or school today😭🪽
Today, on Niigaki Risa-san's YouTube,
【Behind The Scenes Close Coverage】 Behind the Scenes Of The Rehearsals For The Live With Takahashi Ai-chan Release
They uploaded a behind the scenes from their live🥺👏🏻
I was also performing live that day so,
I knew from the beginning that I wouldn't be able to go but……
Seeing it in this video like this,
I wanted to go after all😭👏🏻
It was wonderful……
YouTube doesn't allow you to use songs so,
while watching the video during the rehearsal,
I didn't even know what songs they were singing,
(Ah, thats a lie, I knew from the choreography as well🫣)
(I've seen the dances too much🫣)
But, I was happy knowing the way Niigaki-san movies when singing; It was too cute when Takahashi-san and Niigaki-san sent out hearts, in any case, it was wonderful!
Eh!! I wonder if anyone reading my blog were able to go to the live!!
How was it!? lol
If they have another one…
I want to go…
.🙋🏻♀️🩵🫣🫣👏🏻💛💚
📺Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Season 11
April 18th 11:30PM~
A Learning From TSUKUSHI-san Adventure🕺
In season 10 we challenged breakin',
its reairing continuously!
On the 15th, 17th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd,
#1~#6 all at once! Check out HP for info!
Thank you for following..
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💿Releasing February 7th
Morning Musume '23 25th ANNIVERSARY CONCERT TOUR ~glad quarter-century~ at Nippon Budokan
Thank you for waiting for the Blu-ray&DVD!
Its finally releasing--!
Its already nostalgic but,
It has an amazing medley, really
Please enjoy it many times
📚Releasing on February 7th
"Hello! Project BEST SHOT!! Vol.26"
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✍🏻Tokyo Sports note Series
#143 Went on an Adventure, Took Lots of Photos
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🪩Current Winter Concert Tour
Hello! Project 2024 Winter ~THREE OF US~
🪩Spring Tour Has Been Decided
Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Spring MOTTO MORNING MUSUME
We'll be going around the country from March 16th!
🪩HinaFest
March 30th and 31st at Makuhari Messe
🪩JAPAN JAM
Morning Musume '24 will be performing on May 3rd!
《LIVE DAYS！～Exciting Big Exhibition Match～》
June 2nd(Sun), after the Hokkaido Ham Fighters vs. Yokohama DeNa Baystars match, Morning Musume '24 will be having a special mini live!
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📻Morning Musume '24 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~
Airs Every Saturday,
On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~
Past Broadcast Episodes Are Available
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February 22nd,
Is Yokoyama Reina-chan's birthday, congratulations~~~🫶🏻
A picture from Halloween lol
Yoko-chan is verrryyyyy cute,
Also Yoko-chan brings a lotttt of the fun
At sudden times,
She is someone who will make the space so much fun,
Thank you~~🫶🏻
With that, at the same time,
She has serious opinions..? so..
(I personally think so)
Therefore,
With the Yoko-chan of 23 years old singing, "I'll believe in myself!"
I'll also look forward to it!
I hope that you have a wonderful year🫶🏻
see you ayumin <3
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Updated 14th February 2024
Smut 🔥 Angst 🥺 Fluff 🥰 Descriptions of Violence 😱
Joseph Quinn
Blurbs
Underneath The Tree 🥰 - 1.1k - Joe surprises you by coming home from his trip early, just in time to help you decorate the Christmas tree 🎄
One Shots
Those Eyes! 🔥 - 2.5k - You meet Joe in a bar and the night doesn’t end how you expected!
Eddie Munson
One Shots
Study Break 🔥 - 2.8k - You’ve been studying non-stop recently, trying to make sure you graduate so you and Eddie can get out of Hawkins. One hot day though, you’re distracted by your half-naked boyfriend playing that damn guitar…
My Girl 🥺🥰 - 2k - After a particularly bad fight with your dad, you run to your best friend for help and a place to stay.
My Girl (Part Two) 🔥🥰- 2.3k - Y/N and Eddie have crossed the line from friends to lovers and there’s no turning back. Good job they don’t want to!
Beautiful 🔥🥺🥰 - 2.4k - Jason and his friends target Y/N over her weight, so Eddie finds his own way to show her how beautiful she is.
The Silverchair Chronicles 🔥🥺🥰😱
Miss You Love 🥺🥰 - 900 - Eddie and Y/N have been dating for a while now in secret, but Y/N is fed up of being Eddie’s dirty little secret.
Blurbs
My Queen 🥰 - ~800 - Just a little fluffy blurb of Eddie looking after his girlfriend when she has cramps.
Toughest, Bravest 🥺🥰 - 800 - Eddie being the supportive king I know he would be in the face of his love being diagnosed with a serious illness.
You Gave Us Our World 🥺🥰 - 1.2k - Eddie is feeling insecure on Valentine’s Day but also being the best boyfriend!
Works in Progress
Out of The Upside Down (Series) 🔥🥺🥰 - After Eddie’s escape from the Upside Down and the fall of Hawkins, his best friend Y/N tries to help him get back on his feet, but soon friendship turns to love, and changes everything for them and those around them.
Lovers Lake 🔥 - It’s a hot summer day in Hawkins and Eddie takes Y/N to a packed Lovers Lake to cool down. At least, that was the plan!
Party Night 🔥 - Y/N and Eddie get carried away at a party at Harrington Mansion!
Sunday Morning 🔥🥰 - There’s nothing better than waking up with Eddie on a rainy Sunday morning.
Domesticity 🔥🥰 - Wayne is away for the weekend so Y/N takes it upon herself to teach Eddie to cook. However it seems Eddie has a thing for housewives!
The God of Hellfire 🔥 - Y/N has been teasing Eddie under the table all through Hellfire. After the rest of the guys have left, he pulls her back into the room and locks the door.
Marked 🔥 - Tattoo artist!Eddie is inking his favourite girl but finds her moaning seriously hot!
Hellfire 🔥🥰 - Eddie asks Y/N if he can hold Hellfire at her house and comes up with his own way to thank her.
*New* BlackOut 🔥🥰 - A ferocious storm rolls through Hawkins, wiping out the power supply. Y/N makes her way to her best friends trailer rather than be home alone all night.
Unnamed 🔥 - Y/N Harrington, Steve’s cousin, is visiting for the holidays and catches the eye of a certain Eddie Munson…
*New* Unnamed 🔥🥰 - Y/N is home from college for the holidays and Eddie picks her up from the bus station. On the way back to Hawkins, he can’t wait one more second to get his hands on her.
Spencer Reid
Series
Lost In The Fire 🔥🥺🥰😱 - When an old unsolved case falls back onto their desks, the BAU calls in reinforcements from Emily's days with Interpol. Becca's arrival stirs the case up, as well as the heart of a certain Dr Reid... Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27
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