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feelingf1 · 8 months

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pretty isn’t pretty - daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x female!reader

summary: you’ve started comparing yourself to the other wags, and now you’re starting to wonder, does daniel deserve someone better than you?

authors note: i am obsessed with this song. it’s not okay. this is also kinda short, sorry😭

enjoy!

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You collapsed onto your bed after an enjoyable but exhausting day. You had spent your day accompanying Daniel in the paddock on the last race of the season.

Because you were still mainly located in yours and Daniel’s home town, you didn’t often get the opportunity to travel so far to go and see him race, but you were glad you could.

You threw your outfit on the bench, putting on your comfy pajamas before making a call for room service and scrolling through your phone.

You opened up Instagram and saw that Carmen, George’s partner, had posted a picture of you, Lily, Isa and Charlotte.

You liked it, reposting it to your story, before checking the comment to see what people were saying.

That was your big mistake.

You opened a comment section to people slagging you off, for every reason they could.

“Y/N looks like she pulled that outfit out of her cousin’s closest”

“Jesus she could try and make some effort with her hair and makeup.”

“What?” You said to yourself. It hadn’t come to your attention before that people online didn’t really like you.

“She’s such a slag, sucking off Daniel for his money”

-> “Pity she wouldn’t use Daniel’s money to dress herself up a bit.”

“Daniel deserves way better than her.”

That last comment stuck with you. Your friends had always told you not to believe what the comments said. But surely if they’re all saying the same thing, they must be right?

You scrolled through the other photos the paparazzi had captured of all the other wags. Looking through them, you came to understand how you believed you were a lower standard compared to them.

They had the newest handbags, shoes, clothes, makeup. They had people dressing them up for this and every event they attended. They didn’t even had to think twice before flashing their card in a designer shop.

You, on the other hand, had to go to a thrift shop to buy the dress you wore so you could still afford your rent and bills at the end of the month. You used the drugstore makeup you had been using for years, as getting it done by somebody would cost too much, and you’d have to cut back on buying groceries.

How could you ever expect yourself to compare to these angels who had everything they could ever want? Of course, if you had asked Daniel, he would have bought you a brand new Louis Vuitton dress with a Gucci clutch bag just for today, but you prided yourself on not having to rely on your boyfriend for money. Maybe you prided yourself a little too much.

Tears started to fall from your eyes and down your cheeks. You couldn’t help but think you were and embarrassment to Daniel. That he only kept with you because he felt bad for you and your sad little life.

You headed to the bathroom to take off your makeup, so you could cry without looking like a panda. You stared in the mirror for a little too long, starting to point out imperfections that nobody else saw but you.

You started to cry again.

You crawled into the hotel bed, pulling the covers up over your head, and wept. You wept and wept until you felt empty. And then you came to a realization.

You had to break up with Daniel. You had to let him find someone better than you. Someone prettier, someone richer, someone who wouldn’t put shame on his name.

You were too busy crying to hear the sound of your hotel room door opening and closing. The second Daniel saw you upset, he rushed to your side.

“My love. What’s wrong?”

He pulled the covers down from your face gently, revealing your reddened cheeks and puffy eyes. A look of worry washed over his face.

“What’s happened?” He asked, softly.

You wiped your eyes in your hoodie sleeves and started at the ceiling, not even having it in you to look at his big, brown, beautiful eyes right now.

“We- we need to break up.” You croaked out.

Daniel’s face dropped. “What? Y/N, what the hell are you talking about.”

You brought your hands up to your eyes and started to cry tears you thought you didn’t have left. Daniel softly stroked your cheek in an attempt to calm you down.

“There’s- there’s just comments I saw online and they say how bad I look compared to the other girls.” You rambled out, still not able to look at him.

“Oh, doll.” He whispered.

“And one comment said that you deserve someone way better than me, which you do. I’m too ugly and poor to be with someone as good as you.”

Your breathing started to increase a little as you started to panic. Daniel pulled you into his arms, cradling you, as he rubbed soft circles on your back.

“Oh Y/N. You can’t listen to those silly little comments. I’m the one that’s lucky to have you.” He said, into your ear.

“But-” You went to argue but Daniel cut you off.

“No, listen. Y/N, I’m the luckiest person in the world to have somebody like you. Somebody so kind, so pretty, so smart, so sweet, so dedicated. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole entire world. Nobody compared to you, my love.”

He softly took ahold of your hands, removing them from your face.

“Let me see my beautiful lady.”

You smiled up at him. You were so lucky to have somebody like him. He really was one of a kind.

“Y/N, I love you.” He said.

Your face lit up, he said them. He really said those three beautiful words for the first time. Just when you thought you couldn’t love him more, he proved you wrong.

“I love you too, Daniel.”

He pulled you into a proper hugs and you stayed there for what felt like forever. You didn’t care, as long as you had Daniel, you could stay with him forever.

#Spotify #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #feelingf1 #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel riccardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x you

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beeindaclouds · 1 year

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DSMP reaction to being kissed when they ramble

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

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Reader: GN - They/Them

A.N: Did I get this idea from watching Heartstopper again? Yes.

Dream: He just rambles more. Like full on panicking, stuttering and blushing. Man isn't used to someone being overly confident and/or flirty to him cause he's usually the one doing that;

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Georgenotfound: I take everything I said about George back. He'll be flustered at first, but hide it after with his cocky little attitude. The blush is noticeable tho 👀;

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Sapnap: Quickly hide his face, you don't need to see him in this state. Even if you try to, man will have his face burried into your neck until his flaming cheeks cool down;

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Badboyhalo: Bad gets all smiley and happy, and will proceed to pepper your lips w/ happy kisses!;

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Quackity: I feel like he cherishes these moments w/ you more then anything in the world. So he'll just hold onto your face and stare into your eyes just for a bit...letting time fly by as he gazes in the eyes of his lover

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Karl Jacobs: Giggles. Just the happiest, cutest ones and will then begin to kiss your entire face for hours w/ no end

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Wilbur Soot: For some reason I see him being a gentleman in moments like these, so he'll take your hand just so he can leave a soft kiss onto it;

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C!Technoblade: Techno will pull you into a tight hug right after, as a way to keep you close but also to hide his face. You two will stay like that for a while as the voices make fun of his "soft" side;

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Nihachu: your kiss last more then you expected and then you'll both pull apart but keeping your forehead on one another. As a way of calming down your beating hearts and taking in the beautiful moment;

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Eret: They give you a small smile and connect their lips to the top of your head, lingering them longer then they should just to make you feel how much they truely love you and all you do for them;

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Punz: Man doesn't let you pull away, no sir, he'll pull you right back into the kiss and will pull away only when you are both out of breath. Literal breathtaking kiss 🤭;

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FoolishGamers: In moments like these he is usually caught of guard, but instead he just holds onto your face so that your kiss could last a little longer. He's a needy boy when it comes to kissing you;

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Awesamdude: Sam holds onto your face as you two pull away, his lips quickly going for your cheeks and covering both of them in kisses. Mumbles of how much he loves you being thrown in between them.

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dreamsclocks · 1 month

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sorry SORRY. but c!og8 will always get me. c!dream slowly getting later and later for dinners until eventually they’re all having dinner separately. c!george beginning to sleep in (it starts as a joke. it ends with him alone). c!sapnap learning to control his nether powers through c!bad before the egg, before the wars. all of them laughing until their sides hurt. looking back and wondering what happened. i’m UNWELL

#dreblr

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billskeis · 4 months

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Public sex with Bill? Plsss

ᡣ𐭩 alley sex w bill

you danced in the middle of the club with bill and tom, tom was with some girl that he had just met that nice and needless to say she was pretty cute!

grinding on your boyfriend’s hips, however, didn’t help.

it was a saturday night where you and the band decided to go out.

georg and gustav were at the bar chatting it up with some friends they’ve encountered while the twins and you wanted to dance.

it was hot, sweaty and sticky. and the fact that you just HAD to wear the tightest and shortest dress possible tonight only made bill more aggravated.

in a bad way? well no, of course, bill’s just extremely turned on.

by the way you swayed your hips, the motion where you shook your head from side to side. not to mention from time to time, you would place kisses on bill’s neck and shoulders whenever off guard.

you then felt the sudden urge to pee.

it was definitely from all the drinks you had, and one more sway it’s over.

“s’cuse me baby, i gotta go to the washroom,” you urge bill to move a bit to the side “lemme come with you schatzi,” “nono don’t worry i’ll be back soso quickly okay? keep dancin’ for me!” you leave a kiss on his lips and softly smack his butt while scattering away to the washroom.

“not gonna follow your girl, bill?” tom asks while twirling the girl within his hands, “doesn’t want me to,” “now don’t be like a pushover bill, i seen the way she been teasing you all night..” bill scoffs and rolls his eyes at his older brother, why would he pay attention to such the small details.

in the end, he isn’t wrong though.

the tightening in bill’s pants just needs to be relieved, and you were practically egging him on the whole night.

“gonna let her push you around like that? let her have her way?” tom and the girl giggle as bill begins to walk away from the middle of the club.

you exit the washroom stall to wash your hands after doing your business. pressing the nozzle to your hands, soap dispenses and you lather it with the water.

drying your hands on a paper towel, you threw it away and applied some lip gloss and last minute touch-ups for the night. ruffling your hair to give it a little more volume, you smile contently at the mirror and make your way to the exit.

leaving the washroom and making your way back to the dance-floor to your boyfriend, a hand grips your wrist, “excuse me i have a—” “schatzi, it’s me..” “oh! bill! i told you not to wait up for me baby,” his grip on your wrists tighten as bill suddenly pulls you into him.

he grinds his crotch into the back of your ass, groaning slightly in your ear, “i need you. now.” “but billy we haven’t even danced for—” “no, we can dance later.. please..”

now you couldn’t oblige to your boyfriend who’s been pressing his bulge constantly on you, who is now also feeling quite turned on.

nodding, you can feel bill smile as he quickly places a kiss onto your neck, “thank you,” as he now takes your hand and leads you elsewhere.

“o-outside bill!?” “i’d rather do it here than inside those fucking toilets..” he’s right, they stunk of urine and shit. it would be a total turn off to do it in such an unhygienic environment.

but outside? in an alley where the whole world could possible see? he’s crazy, but you’re also crazy. and madly in love with your boyfriend, you couldn’t say no.

bill leans you up against a wall behind a dumpster, obviously far enough from it so the two of you aren’t near such a stench. “ass up schatzi, i can’t get in from this angle..” he rubs your bum to then lift up the bottom of your dress to reveal your behind. “s’cold,” “i know, won’t be long, you wanna dance still yeah?” you nod to answer his question.

“then be a good girl f’me so i can make this quick,” he rubs your pussy through your panties, the feeling damp with how thrilling yet in scary such a situation he’s putting you through, “didn’t think you’d be into this..” he teased, pulling your panties now down to your knees, “c-can’t help it..”

lining himself up to your entrance, he rubs the tip of his dick through your folds to collect a little bit of slick for an easier enter, “can i? y/n?” “m-mmhm..” pushing himself in, you immediately slap your hand to your mouth to prevent any moans slipping out.

the stretch feels so good, bill hisses, “h-holy fuuuck.. it’s been too long y/n, you been such a tease tonight,” unable to respond, you just let him do you as he pleases, a few whimpers and whines escaping.

bill pistons inside of you, hitting you good at every angle possible. he makes sure that your insides feel every inch of him. momentarily, he’ll go extremely slow but fuck his hips so deep his tip kisses your cervix.

you bite your lip under your hand, the pain and pleasure mixed feeling so good. at some point you had to brace yourself with the way bill was thrusting into you, you use both hands and arms to balance yourself between bill and the wall, letting all moans slip out.

“b-bill.. i’m close..” you moan, his dick is now hitting your g spot at a slow and painful rate, and this is him slightly punishing you for being such a tease tonight, “shit! bill please..” now moving a bit faster, your moans become louder.

suddenly, bill stills his movement and stops. you don’t like this and so you decide to take action into your own hands. with a hard smack onto your ass, you yelp and look back at bill, unbelievable!

“quit it, baby. you’re too loud.” “i don’t remember this ever being a complain of yours,” circling your hips on his because your boyfriend is still being a fucking tease, bill groans and fights back by grinding his hips into yours. the two of you fight for dominance, until you heard someone calling out.

“bill! what the fuck!? what’re you doing out here?? where’s y/n??” you look back at bill in a panic and all he does is signal you to ‘shut up’ with his index finger to his mouth. it was tom. it seems as though he came outside with the girl he was with for a quick smoke.

“she’s still in the washroom!” “and you’re out here why?” tom asks, you swallow hard, hoping bill could come up with any type of good excuse, “had to piss, washroom was fucking nasty.”

you prayed, and prayed to god that tom and the girl would leave, but then something else occupied your mind. bill began moving once more, fucking slow and deep into your gummy walls. you’re becoming mush and softer by the second.

you felt everything. and to add to that, he utilizes one of his hands to explore your body.

let it be to place pinches on your nipples or draw circles on your clit, he did all this while talking to tom. thankfully, tom was semi-drunk and had an irrational fear of dumpsters that he didn’t come any closer.

you wouldn’t want your boyfriend’s brother to see him fucking you ass up, now would you?

“taking an awful long time to piss, sure you ain’t doing anything suspicious?” “guess i had a lot to drink, besides, i’ve been holding it in for such a long time because the washroom was also full..” as bill kept thrusting into you, you couldn’t help but yelp, “mm!”

“what was that?” footsteps were coming closer, you began to panic and scurry while bill was inside of you. “bill, i’m coming over there,” tom walked awfully slow, and fortunately was trying to be stopped by the girl who occupied most if not all of his night to get him back inside the club. bill quickly leaned in to whisper, “come.”

with a sharp thrust, you came all over bill. body and legs shaking, threatening to collapse. bill held his hand to your mouth because god knows you couldn’t.

simultaneously, bill also came, sputtering cum within you. it felt warm. “okayokay i’m done tom. i had a lot to let out.. i’ll meet you inside, yea?” bill pulls out and hurriedly pulls your panties back up and dress back over your body, slapping your ass and giggling at you. you hit his chest with the little strength you had, breathing heavily.

“oh! finally! yea i’ll see you inside, c’mon babe let’s go.” the footsteps were finally becoming quieter, as it seems tom and the girl were now back inside the club.

“youfuckingidiot you almost had us caught by your brother,” you huffed at bill as you crossed your arms, he attempts to fix your messy hair, putting the strands behind your ears and pressing a kiss into your forehead, “but we weren’t were we now?”

you scoff at him, stupid, “didn’t like it?” bill pouted and looked down at you, “it was.. nice,” he smiles and puts an arm around your waist to lead you back inside the club, “i knew you were kinky.”

as tom and the girl were back to dancing, he wondered. before he went outside to go for a smoke he went to the washroom, and it was completely empty.

he then asked the girl he was with if she ever found y/n in the washroom and to her knowledge she shook her head, it was also empty.

tom thought, he thought hard and good. hehe

oh.

they were definitely fucking.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp

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angelasscribbles · 2 months

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Character Development

Here's the summary of today's live discussion.

What is it?

Character development can refer to initial character creation, but when I say character development, I'm usually talking about how the character grows and evolves over the course of the story.

We will talk about both.

Character Creation

Creating a character is much more than just what they look like. So many things play into their personality, beliefs, feelings, etc. Their ethnicity, religion, sexual orientation, what kind of upbringing they had, past traumas, general inborn temperament traits, etc.

Character Types

Static v dynamic: refers to how much the character changes throughout the story.

Static characters stay the same and do not change at all during the course of a story.

Dynamic characters change and grow in many different directions. This character will develop and change throughout the story, sometimes to the point where it surprises the reader. Sometimes they surprise themselves and the other characters.

Flat v Round: refers to how much depth the character has.

Flat: A flat character is pretty one-dimensional, and that doesn’t change throughout the story. It is a static character with little to no depth. Maybe one or two identifying traits.

Round: A round character is more developed and has some depth and layers. They are interesting. They do not necessarily change throughout. (Unless they are also dynamic).

Character-driven story v Plot-driven stories: A plot-driven story is one where the plot moves the characters, while a character-driven story is one where the characters drive the plot.

The key difference between a plot-driven story and a character-driven one is that in a character-led narrative, the focus is more on the thoughts and feelings of the protagonist and the decisions that they make. Whereas, in plot-driven narratives, the action and occurrences that unfold will be the main point of focus.

Plot Driven examples:

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton.

Dark Matter by Blake Crouch.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.

The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown.

Character Driven examples:

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman.

Some Definitions

Main Character: The character through whose POV we get the story. Often the same as the protagonist, but not always.

Protagonist: Prime mover of the plot. And in the vast majority of cases, the main character.

False protagonist: A character that seems to be the protagonist until a twist tells the reader otherwise. Think Ned Stark in Game of Thrones. This is why his death was such a shock, because most readers assumed he was the main character. This is often done exactly for that reason. Plot twists and shock value.

Antagonist: Opposing force who stands in the way of the protagonist’s goals.

Grey/morally ambiguous character: Just as it sounds. A character who is not all good nor all bad. They have complex motives and can sometimes be a loose cannon. Their actions are not always clear-cut in terms of morality.

Unreliable Narrator: An unreliable narrator is an untrustworthy storyteller, most often used in narratives with a first-person point of view. The unreliable narrator is either deliberately deceptive or unintentionally misguided, forcing the reader to question their credibility as a storyteller.

Character Arc

The character arc is the full extent of how the character's inner world - thoughts and emotions - transforms from the beginning to the end of a narrative.

Things we will discuss in a future session:

Character motivation

Inciting incident

drivers of character growth

Random recommendations from today:

Lovecraft Country: an American horror drama television series developed by Misha Green based on and serving as a continuation of the 2016 novel of the same name by Matt Ruff. Lovecraft Country follows Atticus Freeman as he joins up with his friend Letitia and his Uncle George to embark on a road trip across 1950s Jim Crow America in search of his missing father. This begins a struggle to survive and overcome both the racist terrors of white America and the terrifying monsters that could be ripped from a Lovecraft paperback.

Otherworld series by Kelley Armstrong. A good example of using the same characters but shifting who is the main character from book to book. The series began in 2001 with Bitten, featuring werewolf Elena Michaels. It continued for thirteen novels, introducing other supernatural characters–witches, ghosts, necromancers, half-demons–and spinning off to their stories, and expanding the series into a multi-narrator fantasy world. Past characters continued to appear in guest roles and often returned to narrate new novels or short fiction.

Ya'll, I'm sure there were more recs from both myself and others but I'm drawing a blank and once the live stage ends, I can't see the chat anymore, so please comment or DM me if you remember a rec that I didn't.

Please, if I've missed anything at all, mention it in the comments and I'll add it!

Also, check out these articles:

Character Development

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bluishfrog · 6 days

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HAPPY 1-YEAR OF DRAWING ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

(Warning: slightly longer post incoming cause sometimes I gotta be a sentimental bitch ok? So let's go on a little trip down memory lane.)

This day, a year ago, I made my very first fanart. It was dnf (if that surprises you, then welcome to being on my blog for the very first time). I drew a little frog face too so I could use it as a watermark (fun fact: I still use that very same first one).

I immediately put my drawing up on twt because I told myself that I wasn't gonna be afraid of having people see that I was at the very beginning of this journey and had no clue what I was doing. That instead of being bad at art, I was gonna be awesome at being a beginner who doesn't know shit.

I started with little doodles and silly comics and then I laughed way too long when the first drawing of mine that gained some attention was a dnf butt joke. At the time I was trying to balance shipping and non-shipping art so I didn't even draw dnf that much but in hindsight it's probably the only possible way this could have gone.

At the very end of August I woke up to @honelle56 caps-locking at me in my messages - I was very confused and tired (I am no morning person and I will never be, fuck off with your mornings) because Dranart liked my drawing of singing Dream. Dranart was my 17th follower on twt which is a useless yet extremely funny fact about my time on that hellsite.

I also drew human!patches because a) patches was and will always be my favorite dteam member and b) it was a really cute trend and while I do love drawing dream, george and sapnap, I was also quite happy to try drawing anything but a white man for once. And I really liked how the drawing turned out.

Much, much later, I tried to draw my first slightly more realistic looking drawing. I was extremely confused on how to draw anything like this. Especially their hair gave me tons of trouble but given my experience, I think it's not a bad attempt.

When hijacked smp started I obviously wanted to participate, and I drew c!blu who doesn't associate with any side in particular but instead serves soup to everyone who visits her tavern 'The Soup House'. She also wants to be paid in stories from all around the map.

One of the events I was most excited about was dnf week. I even collaborated with two talented writers and I drew the corresponding art for two fics.

(Fun or not so fun fact: when twt had like three hundred collaborative aneurysms about the situation at that moment, that was when I created this tumblr account. I didn't use it super actively (I guess I needed another situation to fully make the switch) but I at least started the account that now developed quite a bit since then.)

I didn't really draw at all through January and February and I actually kinda thought I would move on from that hobby and fandom (not because of negative feelings, just because I didn't really have the urge to create anything within this fandom) and then situations happened and now I am here; and for some reason that is beyond any logic and my understanding I am now even more insane about dteam.

Wild to me but we are rolling with it now, I guess.

Since I got here, I drew more than ever (I actually think I might have made more drawings in the month since I got here than I made the whole rest of the year). There's just such an active and funny community here that cares about fan works for the sake of creating and not just because a CC might see it.

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me add more than 10 images in one post (maybe fortunately for everyone who has this monstrosity of a post on their dash). So if you want to see all the progress I made since I got here, you can look at everything in my art tag. For now, I will close this post with one of the art works from the past month that I like the most:

Can't wait to see what the next year might bring :)

Love, blu

#blu rambles #like a LOT #but if you made it to the end of this post you get a hug <3 #bluishfrog art

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ystrike1 · 7 months

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Brothers Of Cinderella - By Han Nyang (8/10)

The Prince is a cheater. The Cinderella Bride is a swindler. The Mastermind is a puppet under The Stepmother, who would love to take Cinderella for himself. This is a crazy rich family drama. How crazy? Well a maid gets tied to a bed and kidnapped, and that's a minor side plot.

Joyce was a real princess.

Now she's Cinderella.

Her daddy was rich and wonderful.

He married an evil gold digger with three sons.

Her daddy died.

Stepmother took all the cash when she was too young to protect herself. She ended up living as a waitress in a restaurant, with only a distant uncle to support her.

That uncle gets sick, and she decides to return to the family home. She deserves some of that money. The Shin fortune was originally hers by birth, after all.

We get flashes.

Memories. Did she want to kill her brothers? They did take everything, after all. All three were spineless, and they listened to their mother. When she vanished nobody came looking for her.

Her family wants her back.

They want her to play the part of Cinderella. When Joyce Shin was still a cute young heiress she went to horse camp with a boy. That boy is the powerful, naive, and capricious George Yoo. He's embroiled in politics and he's bored. Lonely too. He's been cheating on his idol girlfriend, and his catty redhead c**t fiance publicly humiliates him constantly.

George Yoo is the kind of man that wants to wed his precious first love. He wants to leave his awful playboy days behind, and have a clean slate. Crystal Yoon, his current rich fiance, has multiple boy toy lovers anyway. His life is a soap opera.

A sweet Cinderella story could save him.

Joyce needs money to save her uncle.

Marrying an heir CEO will get her what she needs.

It gets Stepmother power too.

George gets his (fake) happy ending too.

It's a win, win, win.

The Three Brothers:

Logan - in love with Joyce. Pimps her out to George according to his mother's will. Eventually he forces her to play the part of his fiancé instead. He listens to all of her conversations with George through a spy headset. He's so obsessed that he can't see it. He thinks he hates Joyce, in the beginning.

Luke - Not in love with Joyce. He dresses her in fancy clothes because he's a stylist but that's it. Crystal Yoon sends a maid to spy on Joyce. Luke catches her. He kidnaps her, and an extremely stereotypical yandere/maid/kink story pops into the plot.

Leo - In love with Joyce. He starts sleeping with Crystal to distract her from the plan. He wants what Joyce wants, but it's implied that he stays in a relationship of sorts with Crystal. He gives up on Joyce because she belongs to Logan.

Crystal is a demon.

Leo is lucky that he's hot. Nothing can stop Crystal, except a hot piece of ass. Literally her only weakness is lust.

In her first appearance she:

- Walks into George's home uninvited when he still has a girlfriend.

- Yanks a maid around by the hair when security attempts to stop her.

- When George arrives she immediately pressures him into bed. George is a weak willed pawn with money, so she tops him.

- She demands that he break up with his idol girlfriend before their wedding, for the sake of her reputation.

- George begs for mercy, but he doesn't say no when she tops him again.

....so...yeah...Crystal is so powerful that she ceases to be a villain. She doesn't love George. She exists to expose him. George is just another rich user loser, who has slept around since he turned 18. His little fantasy about giving that up to be with Joyce will never change all of his horrible actions before that.

Crystal makes it crystal clear.

George isn't prince material.

Logan starts to have scary flashbacks.

Something bad happened.

Something forced Joyce to flee, after her father died.

Logan starts to tremble, while he listens to his Fake Cinderella flirt with his wallet target.

His mother mostly knows everything by the way. She does sort of care about her sons, but she's...like Crystal. She is a businesswoman first.

Logan is in too deep and she knows it.

The plan has changed too much.

Joyce was supposed to be innocent.

A Pure Cinderella.

Now she's "Logan's Fiance" and George Yoo is cheating on Crystal with Joyce. His mother knows Logan could not resist. He loves Joyce too much. He broke the plan. He made it messy and convoluted, because he wanted to play fiance with her. Even though he can't actually have her. He wanted to pretend and kiss in public that much.

Logan loses his mind even more.

He sets their marriage date. That's right he's going to marry his fake fiance, who is supposed to be bait for another man, in Paris.

He says it's an elaborate setup. George will find her in Paris. He believes she can save him from his own crappy past, after all.

He will show up on a white horse.

She'll marry a billionaire, and the Shin family will gain so much more. George is such an easy pawn. That makes him the hottest husband candidate.

Logan gets sick when they land in France, after an awful flight. It was full of turbulence, screaming babies, and delays. The plan is running behind.

Joyce doesn't run to find her Pawn Prince.

She nurses Logan back to health.

He admits he wants only her about a billion times.

He shakes and has a panic attack.

Logan is Joyce's first love. When they were living as step siblings their relationship was a mess. Stepmother told her children to be cruel to Joyce. Logan was mean to her, like a spineless brat. He listened to his mean mommy, but Joyce was too cool. She was a genuine Princess. He couldn’t help it. He started watching her. She noticed his eyes. She loved it. She loved the pathetic way he lied about hating her, while he blushed and gave her whatever she wanted behind the scenes.

She kisses him.

Their father sees.

He's goes into shock.

He stumbles into the street.

He falls.

A car runs him over.

It's a stupid, pointless, ridiculous death.

Logan blames himself, because he didn't push Joyce off.

Logan is the real Prince.

A rich, devoted man who loves only her. He was cruel to her, but the entire time his heart was for her. His mother's influence shattered under his desire to play romance with her. In France, outside of Paris on a farm, he decides that he wants it to be real.

She's his stepsister.

Their father died of shock after seeing them together.

His mother doesn't approve.

Joyce is supposed to be a cash cow, scheduled to be delivered to another man.

He's supposed to be the Mastermind using her, but he falls apart. Nothing else matters when he calls her his wife. He does it even though it's not real.

He's a mess, but she reciprocates his feelings because she's a boring doormat.

Congratulations on your real engagement, I guess.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Brothers Of Cinderella

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some c!dream fics don't take into account his flaws and make him like a little bit out of characther bc while he was traumatized by the prison and it affected his way of thought in much aspects he was still able to bit your hand if you looked him bad and got more focused on his revenge and after his plan. He's a more morally grey characther and sometimes people who try too hard not fell into the c!inniter caricature ended up making him unable to literally even hold a sword when that isn't true either

"revenge" lol

to be fair, c!dream was deeply affected by the prison and absolutely got nerfed like hell fighting wise. the difference between his fight with clingy before and after the prison is insane--not to mention how scrapped lore had him so damn triggered by the sight of the cell replica that c!quackity and c!sam could get him down pretty much without a fight. las nevadas five has him running away from the fight at the first main sign of danger (and then successfully being followed by c!tommy without noticing) and the scene with c!sapnap and c!george with aimsey had him barely fighting back at all, cowering behind his shield against a wall, and running away and using arrows of harming to get himself distance. like, sure, he can definitely still fight, but he was absolutely played as losing a lot of his fighting ability (c!dream's fighting style is nothing like cc!dream's--it was absolutely a deliberate character choice to have him act like this)

all that being said, i get what u mean--ooc c!dream is everywhere in every flavor. i definitely like c!dream written with a little bit of bite, especially when he's on the back foot, as you said. c!dream's declarations of revenge (as is especially evident in LN5 and daedalus, boy what the fuck is torturing a country supposed to mean IT'S A COUNTRY) are also very evidently ... often defensive in nature? c!dream bites and shows his teeth as a back off back off dont fucking touch me don't try to fuck with me gesture because he's scared moreso than angry, tbh, and i think playing with aggression due to fear is something fun to do with c!dream in fic in general bc of the ways that aggression can be perceived and then responded to

a lot of what i like about post-prison c!dream is that ... despite an alleged focus on revenge (which took him months. and fucked him over, with scrapped lore, and was badly executed both times with quackity and put him in a lot of danger and involved a hell of a lot more trying to get through to sam than actual revenge in daedalus) and The Plan (which involved ... killing people? and then he repeatedly. does not kill people?) is that he does feel quite directionless. he's still in the prison, still caught in that limbo. he's doing research (i guess) and he's letting the prison (his home base) rot around him. he's staying there and barely leaving for weeks at a time. all while he's focused on the plan, guys, #trust, he's fine, he's still moving forward moving on ... just. Just.

#ooc c!dream 😔#finding c!dream characterization that plases me ... can be hard ALKSFJAS lmao #and i definitely have plenty of my own woobification crimes #anyway #my asks !!#dsmp hot takes

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flashback to my mistakes || George Weasley

Title: flashback to my mistakes Pairing: George x Reader Summary: George never planned on proposing marriage. Not after he broke the heart of the only woman he ever saw himself marrying. But when he’s up for Captain and the only thing standing in his way is a less than stellar reputation, he’s willing to do anything to overcome that. So when Fred suggests a fake dating scheme like all the romance books his girlfriend reads, George immediately agrees. What better way to show people he’s a serious role model than a lifelong commitment? Too bad the only woman he could even stomach pretending to be engaged to hates his guts. Or does she?

A/N:And here it is! The first part of my new hockey!george series! Hope you enjoy!

“Weasley,” Coach Morris greets as George steps into his office. George nods in response, settling into one of the chairs facing Coach’s desk when the other man motions for him to sit. “Thanks for coming to see me on such short notice.”

“Of course, Coach,” George responds, keeping it brief. He’s trying to exude a casual, confident aura to hide the fact that he’s freaking the fuck out on the inside. Getting called into the Coach's office during the season is one thing, but having him schedule a last minute meeting a week before pre-season is utterly terrifying. The fact that his Agent and a representative from Legal aren’t in attendance is the only thing keeping George from a full on panic attack.

As long as his spot on the team is safe George doesn’t care what Coach might have to say.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you in today, and as much as I want to see you sweat a bit I’ll leave the torture for the ice,” Morris teases with a laugh. George doesn’t think he’s heard Coach laugh in the five years he’s been with the Rebels, so he manages to squeak out a chuckle. “As you know, Crawford retired at the end of the last season and the team is in need of a new captain.”

George clenches his fists, feeling like his stomach might fall out of his ass. As the center to Crawford’s right wing, George had been devastated when they lost in the second round of playoffs and Tyler announced his retirement in the locker room after. Losing a teammate is always hard, but Tyler had become like a big brother to George and he didn’t even think about the fact that he wasn’t just losing a good friend, but a captain as well.

Until now.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” George says honestly when Coach doesn’t continue. “I was more worried about who was going to replace Tyler on my line.”

Coach laughs again, shocking George just as much as the first time. “Well at any rate, the team is in need of a solid Captain. We lost a few other vets to trades and we’ve got a slew of rookies coming in who will need someone dependable to look up to as a role model. And to be honest with you George, your name has come up more than once.”

“Oh, wow,” George stutters out. “Just being considered for a position like that is an honor, Coach.”

George is not the most senior player on the team, so the fact that his name has been brought up in these discussions is truly a shock. He’s spent the last six years in the league working his ass off to try and make a name for himself playing the sport he loves. His rookie year he was placed on the third line, and every spare second of his time has been spent trying to improve in the hopes of moving up.

It’s why he’s still around, even in the off season. Even when the team is on break George is training. Whether it’s in the weight room or on the ice, George is always working hard to stay fit and on top of his game. And clearly it’s paid off, since he was promoted to second line during his second season, and half way through his third Coach bumped him up to first. The feeling of being the first person on the ice is like nothing he’s ever felt, and George has worked his ass off to keep that privilege.

And just the thought of having that capital C on his jersey as well has George feeling higher than any drug ever could.

“Final decisions haven’t been made yet, but I wanted to pull you in to let you know you were being considered because, well,” Coach pauses, and George thinks he might throw up. “Some of the administration thinks you’re still a little too fresh. You know I don’t like to listen to the shit some of those magazines publish, but not everyone who makes these decisions is the same way. And what you do or who you do off the ice is none of our business, but that doesn’t mean that the admin team likes hearing about the wild parties you go to and the girls you take home. Like I said they’re really looking for someone dependable and who can be a good role model to the younger guys on the team. We got so close to the Cup last year, and this year we’ve got the talent to get there, we just need the leadership to guide us.”

George nods in understanding. “Of course, Coach. I appreciate the heads up and the ability to show you and the rest of the admins that there’s no other man for the job but me. All that shit is in my past, I promise.”

“Good.” Coach starts to ruffle through the paperwork in front of him, and George takes that as a goodbye.

He shuffles out of the office and heads back down towards the parking lot, already trying to formulate a plan.

Now that him being Captain is on the table, there’s no way he’s stopping until that capital C is his.

“So let me get this straight,” Fred starts, his familiar voice tinged with the tinny sound of a FaceTime call. “Coach said you’re on the short list for Captain, but some of the higher ups don’t think you’re a stable enough role model.”

George nods, taking a sip of his beer. “Precisely.”

“So now you’re trying to think up some kind of plan or scheme to convince everyone that your fuck boy days are in the past and you’re ready to be the team Daddy?”

“Yup, you got it.”

Even through the grainy call George can see the mischievous glint in his twin’s eyes. “Then you’ve come to the right place, little bro.”

George grins, but he knows it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The only downside of his job and his dedication to it is that it keeps him from seeing his family regularly. When your job keeps you busy for eight months of the year and you spend the other four months training for that job there isn’t much time to fly across the country for a visit. His parents and siblings still live in the small town in Washington where they grew up, and not having them close by makes the big city feel even bigger.

Under normal circumstances, Fred would be here on the couch with George. And they’d be sipping beers and scheming together. But a FaceTime call will have to suffice.

“So the partying has to stop, obviously,” Fred starts. “Or at least how publicly you do it. Same with the puck bunnies and trust me, I know, it wounds me to even say it. If I could get pussy that easily I would be fucking drowning in it, but if you want to project a new, focused and reliable persona you can’t be banging a new chick every night.”

“I came up with that on my own, genius,” George huffs. “But I don’t think that’s enough to really get through to everyone that I’m ready to be Captain.”

“And are you?” Fred asks. “Ready to be captain, that is.”

“Of course.” George is firm in his answer. “I know I can do it, and I’m just going along with some stupid scheme to show everyone else I can do it too.”

“Alright, bro, as long as you’re sure.” Fred pauses as they both think. An idea must hit him, because suddenly Fred’s eyes are lighting up. “Fake dating!”

George raises an eyebrow in question. “I’m sorry, what the hell did you just say?”

“Fake dating, it’s a book trope or whatever. Angelina is always talking my ear off about the newest book she’s reading, and it’s a pretty popular story line. You know, someone wants to make their ex jealous, or they need a fiance to get their inheritance. Bam, fake relationship.”

“Huh. That’s actually not the worst idea you’ve ever had,” George responds, his surprise evident in his tone. “A fake fiance would be the perfect cover. Shows my partying is behind me, and I’m ready to be serious and settle down. And then once I’m Captain and things have blown over, we’ll have an amicable break up and everything will be right with the world again.”

“And that little brother is how the master works,” Fred grins. “Now you just gotta find a girl. Maybe one of our past hookups.”

George frowns, shaking his head. “No, it’s gotta be someone I feel comfortable around and who I know won’t go blabbering to everyone about what’s happening. It has to be someone I might actually consider spending the rest of my life with. Some random puck bunny is not that.”

They both sit in silence, sipping on their beers as they try and figure out who that girl might be. And when they both suddenly make contact, there isn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind that they truly are identical twins. Because George can tell by the look on his brother’s face that they’ve both come to the same conclusion.

“Y/N,” Fred is the only one brave enough to utter her name.

And as much George wants to admit that his brother is wrong, deep down he knows that he’s right. Y/N is the only girl George has ever loved, and leaving her behind is the only regret he has in life. Fuck, even all these years later, just thinking about her makes his chest ache. Swearing off commitment and marriage isn’t something George ever even considered until he broke things off with Y/N. He only ever wanted those things with her, and just the thought of even pretending to feel those things for someone else makes him sick to his stomach.

“When’s the last time you talked to her?” Fred asks when George doesn’t say anything.

“The day I left. I’ve tried to reach out a few times, but,” George shrugs, taking another long drag from his beer. “She never picked up or responded.”

“She still lives in town. If you just show up she’ll probably be so shocked she’ll have no option but to hear you out.”

George nods, reluctantly agreeing with his brother. “Looks like I’m coming home.”

“Everything looks the same,” George rumiates wistfully, his eyes roaming over the buildings they pass as Fred drives.

He hasn’t been back home in nearly a decade, and yet his hometown looks as if it was frozen in time. The ice cream parlor on main street still has the same faded red and white awning, and George swears the chalkboard out front boasts the same specials it did when he used to take Y/N there after school.

The memory of Y/N reminds him both of why it’s been so long since he came back, and why he finally did. Every inch of this town is covered in memories of Y/N, and every reminder of her cuts George down to the bone. Deep down he knows that letting go of her all those years ago was the best decision for both of them, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“Well here we are,” Fred announces, pulling George out of his thoughts. But once he realizes where exactly they are his stomach drops.

Parklane Community Center, is still plastered on the front of the familiar building and George thinks he may actually throw up. This is where he learned to skate, where he joined his first PeeWee league and where he led his high school team to the state championship four years in a row.

This is also the place where he first met Y/N, when they were both six year olds teetering on brand new ice skates. They’d held onto each other, rather than the orange traffic cones all the kids had been given, and that was the start of a beautiful friendship. Y/N never did anything with those lessons like George did, but she was sitting in the stands cheering him on at every single game he played on that ice.

When they were in middle school George took Y/N to the community center for open skating on their first ever date. They’d held hands as they glided across the ice and every time she so much as stumbled George was there to catch her. After they got done on the ice they drank hot chocolate at one of the tables, their free hands still intertwined.

Their first kiss happened here too, right before George tried out for the local travel team and he was practically vibrating with nerves. But as soon as Y/N’s lips touched his all those nerves melted away, and George became the youngest member of the team.

Every moment that lead to George playing in the NHL took place here at this rink, and Y/N was there for every single one of them.

“Here? You’re sure?” George asks once he’s able to speak.

Fred nods, giving his brother a sympathetic look. “Yeah, she teaches lessons on the weekend.”

Taking a deep inhale George closes his eyes, needing to take a second to center himself. Not only is he about to see the love of his life for the first time since he broke her heart, but he’s about to ask her for the biggest favor known to man. He can do this, he knows he can. He’s just not sure if he’s ready.

Once his eyes pop back open Fred claps him on the shoulder. “You got this, man.”

Giving his brother a nod in thanks, George braces himself, throwing the car door open and stepping out into the parking lot.

Here goes nothing.

It takes George several minutes to actually make his way to the rink.

Greg, the same janitor who was in charge of the facility when George was a boy, spotted him the second he came in the door, and pulled him over into a conversation. Which ended up being a good thing, because the morning lesson was just finishing up and while they were chatting a flood of parents with their kids came rushing out of the double doors that lead into the rink. So what started as an annoying inconvenience actually turned into a blessing in disguise, because George definitely did not want to see Y/N for the first time in front of her students and their parents.

With a promise to come back soon, George parts from Greg. He stands just outside the doors to the rink for a few seconds, just taking a few more deep breaths. He’s hit with a wave of nostalgia as he approaches the rink, and it almost brings him to his knees.

There’s a long figure out on the ice, and George doesn’t need to look for long to know it’s Y/N. He’d recognize the outline of her body anywhere, and she’s just as beautiful as he remembers. She’s just gliding along the ice, not really doing anything fancy and George creeps closer to the boards. He’s drawn to Y/N, and he’s far too weak to resist the pull.

Suddenly Y/N turns on her skates, and George is face to face with the woman he loves.

Y/N stops, a strangled gasp leaving her lips as she takes in the man standing less than ten feet away. Anyone else in her position would assume that it’s Fred just stopping by to be annoying. But Y/N spent years studying the slight differences between the twins, and there’s no doubt in her mind that George Weasley is standing there. At the rink. Looking right at her.

Holy fucking shit.

He looks older, more mature and even in the faint light she can see the slight crook in his nose after it got broken in a game last season. All the times she imagined this moment, never did Y/N actually think it would ever occur. She’s spent years wishing George would come home, but now that it’s here she’s not really sure how to feel.

Especially considering the way things ended between them. It almost feels like some weird twist of fate, that George should show back up in her life here at the rink, considering it was this very spot where he left her all those years ago.

“There you are,” Y/N greets as she steps up to the boards, a wide smile on her face. She’d been trying to get in touch with George for the last few hours, and when he wasn’t at home she knew there was only one other place he’d be.

The rink.

When George just keeps skating Y/N yells out. “Hey! I’m talking to you, George!”

Ice sprays out as George comes to a sharp stop, giving up on whatever drill he’d been running. He doesn’t even bother to mutter an apology, but he does slowly make his way over to where Y/N is standing.

“What’s up?”

She frowns at him. “What crawled up your ass and died?”

“Nothing, I’m just in the middle of something.”

“Oh, excuse me,” Y/N bites. She hates getting short with George, but it seems almost necessary lately with how moody he’s been. In all the years they’ve been together George has never been this distant, and it’s starting to worry her. After they managed to survive freshman year of college apart, Y/N figured the next three years would be a breeze. But now George is about to leave after Spring Break and she can’t help but feel like she’s about to lose him for good.

Softening her tone, Y/N reaches out to grab George’s hand. “I can’t help you deal with whatever’s going on in that head of yours if you don’t talk to me about it, Georgie. You and I against the world, remember?”

“Do you remember that guy Jameson? The Agent who signed me at the end of the last season?” George asks instead of responding to Y/N’s concern. He’s been torturing himself for days on how to have this conversation with her, and even still he’s not ready.

Though George isn’t sure he’d ever be ready to break up with the only woman he will ever love.

“Yeah,” Y/N answers skeptically.

“He called me, the other day. Said some teams have been interested. Chicago’s going to draft me next week.”

“George, that’s amazing!” Y/N cheers, jumping up and down in excitement. But when she goes to hug George and he steps away from her embrace, all that joy drains from her body. “George?”

“It’s still not a guarantee, they’re offering me a contract for after graduation,” George explains. “It’s provisional, if I let myself slip they can still withdraw, and then I’ll have to reenter the draft as a free agent after graduation.”

“Okay,” Y/N drawls, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She has a feeling that she knows where this is going, but part of her is still hanging on.

“I need to focus on hockey, Y/N. This is my only opportunity to prove to myself and everyone else that I’m good enough. That I can compete on a professional level.” George exhales sharply. “I don’t have time for distractions.”

“Distractions?” Y/N squeaks out, her voice already thick with emotion. “That's all I am to you, George? After everything we’ve been through together? I’m just some stupid distraction.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” George apologizes, but he can’t even look her in the eyes. “But this means everything to me, you know that.”

“Of course I knew that,” Y/N says defeatedly, her voice breaking. “I just thought I meant more.”

George keeps his head down as Y/N leaves him behind, both of their broken hearts spread out on the floor.

“Hi,” George greets, breaking the silence.

“Really?” Y/N asks, voice firm. “Eight years and all you can say is ‘hi’?”

Her tone stings, but George knows he deserves it. He spent so much time thinking about what it would be like to see her again that he didn’t even consider what he might say to her once he did. Just add it to the list of fuck ups he’s been accruing since he walked away from Y/N all those years ago.

“I’ve never been good with words,” George explains with a shrug. “And unfortunately there isn’t a book out there called ‘what to say to your ex-girlfriend when you come to ask her for a favor eight years after you broke her heart.’”

That intrigues Y/N and she skates closer to George. “You finally came home after all these years to ask me a favor? What are you, dying?” When George doesn’t say anything Y/N feels her stomach sinking. “Holy fuck, George are you dying?”

George is ashamed at how good it feels to hear the genuine worry in her tone. Having her worry that he’s dying is the actual bare minimum, but he’ll take anything he can get.

“No, nothing like that,” he assures with a grin. “Just hear me out, please?”

Despite the million reasons why even entertaining George is a bad idea, Y/N finds herself nodding in agreement. Because she’s felt a lot of things for George Weasley since he broke her heart, and unfortunately for her love seems to be the strongest. She never stopped loving him, and even after all the years she has a hard time denying him anything.

Once she’s off the ice George helps her put her skate guards on, a simple action that has her cheeks flushing and butterflies threatening to erupt from her tummy. Y/N also takes the hand that George offers, letting him lead her over to the bleachers. Once they sit Y/N keeps her distance, sitting far enough away that they aren’t touching but so she can still feel the heat radiating off of him.

“There’s a strong possibility that I’ll be the next Captain of the Rebels,” George starts slowly, trying to find the right words. “Morrison, my Coach, said I have a lot of support. But some of the other higher ups don’t know if I’m the best role model for the team.”

“Okay,” Y/N says, her tone questioning. Clearly she’s not as devious as George and Fred, since she has no idea why George is telling her all of this.

“So I’ve been trying to clean up my image, you know? All the partying and stuff.” A knot has lodged itself in his throat, and George swallows thickly. “But I don’t know if that’s enough. Captain is a serious job, and I want everyone to know that I’m serious about it.”

“And that requires a favor from me, how?”

George sighs. “Well Fred and I were talking,” he stops, unable to keep from chuckling when Y/N mutters a quiet "this can’t be good.” “And he suggested this uh, fake dating scheme. He said Angelina reads a lot of rom coms that include it. Basically, Fred said that the best way for me to showcase that I’m a serious guy and a good role model is to uh, ask someone to be my fake fiance.”

Y/N is silent as she lets George’s words soak in, and once they do her jaw nearly drops. “Are you seriously sitting here right now asking for me to pretend to be your fiance? After everything we’ve been through?”

“There’s no other woman in the world I’d ever imagine wearing my ring, Y/N. When I think about marriage, even fake marriage, you’re the only woman that comes to mind.”

The honesty in George’s voice punches her in the gut. This is such a bad idea, and yet Y/N finds herself considering it. Because despite the pain and the years apart, sitting here with George still feels like home. All of her efforts to push him from her mind, to date other people and move on have always failed. Everything has always come back to George Weasley.

Realistically she knows that this is just going to end in heartbreak again. As soon as George gets what he wants their little charade will be over, and she’ll go back to having a George shaped hole in her life and in her heart. But the smallest part of her, the part that has read those same rom coms and knows the fake dating always turns into real dating, holds out hope that this may be their second chance.

Either this is the way she rids George from her system for good, or this is the way she keeps him in her life forever.

And Y/N will never forgive herself if she doesn’t find out which it is.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N gives George a curt nod. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

The smile that takes over George’s face takes her breath away. “Really? You will?”

“Yes, George. I will.”

Immediately George drops down to one knee and Y/N lets out a sharp gasp when he produces a small velvet jewelry box from his pocket. This is not how she ever imagined a proposal from George, but if this is all she’s ever going to get Y/N will take it.

“In that case,” George starts, opening up the box to reveal a gorgeous, simple diamond ring on a white gold band. “Y/N, will you pretend to be my future wife?”

#George Weasley #George weasley imagine #George weasley fic #George weasley fanfiction #George weasley fan fiction #George weasley AU #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #Harry Potter au #gw #golden

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A Roundup of the Kate Conspiracy Theories from Twitter

So you don't have to go down the rabbit hole. Some of them are dark; I'll put those at the end below the cut so anyone who wants to scroll away can scroll away.

(My favorites in bold)

She had a BBL (Brazilian Butt Lift).

She's Banksy.

Botched cosmetic procedure, needed urgent fixing.

William cheated with Rose again and she left him, taking the kids with her.

Hysterectomy + tummy tuck = botched.

Bad haircut/dye job.

Kept a pregnancy secret, delivered by c-section.

Diana's revenge

William lost his temper and beat her so badly that they're keeping her hidden till the bruises/broken bones are healed.

William kicked her out because he doesn't want her to be Queen.

Divorce of the Wales Part Two because William cheated

Bottom surgery

Kate grew a conscience so they had to kill her and are now replacing her brain with AI.

Shelly Miscavige'd

She abandoned and fled to a tropical beach.

She quit the royal family and is touring Britain in a converted transit van, selling dreamcatchers made from her own hair on Etsy to make ends meet.

Kate donated a kidney to Charles in return for becoming Queen soon.

Boob job

She went through a cosmic wormhole and left the Milky Way Galaxy.

Female 007

She's the one with cancer, Charles is faking it so everyone leaves her alone.

Took the kids and moved to Scotland

Growing out bad bangs

Meghan's karmic revenge

They're building a robot clone of her so she doesn't have to work anymore.

Trying to reach the end of YouTube shorts

Coma from botched surgery

The press knows but are under a gag order/injunction and can't report

She was never in the hospital.

William threw something at her, it hit her in the face, needs corrective surgery

Complications from pregnancy and on bed rest

Cholecystectomy/gall bladder surgery

Spontaneously combusted

Tragic accident a la Diana, better cover-up this time.

Charles actually died, it's just an actor walking around until the Waleses are ready to take the throne officially.

Botched BBL using her own stomach fat.

Rehab for alcoholism

Being reprogrammed to accept mistresses

She's playing Celebrity Big Brother

IVF transfer and first trimester HG recovery

Banished/handled by Camilla

Facelift

Bad botox/filler, waiting for it to dissolve

Put out to pasture by the royal family because she's finished having children.

Abducted by aliens

William didn't want to start his reign married to someone he hated, so he left her and is forcing a divorce.

She ran away to Italy

Argument over where George would go to school, William made it physical, she tried to leave

She's in the Princess Protection Program

At Chili's chugging margaritas

Binged too much at Christmas, now trying to lose weight

She wandered off during the Glasgow Willy Wonka Experience and is stuck to the ceiling after drinking the fizzy lifting drink and they can't get her down.

Smuggled to America

Mental breakdown from William's cheating

Inpatient treatment for eating disorder

Complicated miscarriage

CPTSD breakdown (complex post-traumatic stress)

All the people that Twitter suggested we need to call to investigate Kate's whereabouts:

Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch edition)

Scully and Mulder (X Files)

Captain Olivia Benson (L&O:SVU)

Charlie from It's Always Sunny

Nanny Jo Frost

Steve and Blue (Blue's Clues)

Sergent Catherine Cawood (Happy Valley)

Rustin Chole (Matthew McConaughey from True Detective)

Harriet the Spy

Luther (Idris Elba edition)

Trevor Rainbolt

Jaz Singh (British Traitors edition)

One final reminder: The really dark theories about Kate are below the cut here.

William went into a drunk alcoholic rage and killed her.

Staph infection/sepsis from the trampoline injury that caused paralysis/amputation

Family annihilation by William

Severely injured in shooting accident at Sandringham shortly after Christmas when an ambulance was rushed to hospital from the royal estate.

Suicide attempt and mental health treatment

William beat her into a coma

#brf #theories #waleses

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“Stealing hearts aside.”

Carlos Sainz X Fem!Reader.

[Part Two]

Summary: Reader is attending a GP for a “date” but her “date” leaves her wandering around the pit lane alone. Until she bumps into a very cheeky driver.

Warnings: Swearing, some cheeky pick up lines, pure fluff, Google translate, no proof read.

++ Warning: Mention of Zhou Guanyu crash.

Key: Y/N (Your Name), Kai (your dates name), Y/J/C (your job choice), we’re at silverstone GP.

Word count: 2,474

A/N: First post on this account, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I got some inspiration from watching “The Break-up” and how they both first met. Soooo enjoy 🖤

I had no clue why I was here- to be honest… I mean Kai said it’ll be a nice outing, but watching cars go round and round, and barely getting a conversation in edge ways doesn’t sound like a nice outing to me.

I don’t even know this guys full name.

The conversation was barely to none… he has just been flashing money all day expecting me to swoon. When I’m far from swooning. If anything I’m ready to go home, I was annoyed- I had travelled quite a distance to get here just for the guy to be a complete douche.

We was both walking down the pits in our own worlds, me looking towards the garages, him doing god knows what. I noticed a few names that you hear around, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, George Russel. They’re just names you hear around England seeing as they was our drivers.

Letting out a deep sigh, I tried the effort again… “So who is this garage here?” Pointing at the bright red garage I glanced up at the names,

Carlos Sainz,

Charles Leclerc.

“Kai?” Turning around, he was gone. I turned doing a full spin looking around, it’s one thing to be a dick. But to leave me alone in an unknown area was another thing. This entire date was a right off, I was 100% ready to go home. And that’s what I looked for the nearest exit.

Then it all got too much… I felt my chest heave and my body slowly started warming up, I knew the tears were on the way… what was so wrong with me that I couldn’t even have my date stick around? Shaking my head I bit my lip gently, I couldn’t cry here, not in public.

Right I need a distraction, before I ball my eyes out… I looked back up at the signs reading their names again, I know that logo- and the red is quite obvious… so I’m next to a Ferrari garage.

These wouldn’t be such bad photos here, humming a tune, starting to try and forget about the failed date. I pulled my phone out taking a snap of the car, smiling to myself I looked at the photo, maybe I can stay for a few more minutes… a few more pictures.

“You want a picture of me, no?” Turning at the voice, I tilted my head back shielding my eyes looking at the person.

“Oh hi- did you want me to take a photo of you?” Confused i held my phone up.

“No, I thought you wanted a picture-” looking back at me just as confused, I shook my head slowly. “No… we can take one if you want?” I got the camera app up on my phone and smiled at the guy.

“You don’t know who I am?” I shook my head again, staring up at him.

“Am I supposed to?” I glanced at the person next to him and they just shook their head smiling a little.

“Carlos, we have got to get going-”

“Carlos?” Repeating his name I turned back towards the garage then back at him.

“Oh… this is your garage?”

“Sí!” He gestured to the garage, I smiled and laughed a little. Now stepping back and getting a good look at him… he was like a dream. Like he had just walked out of a movie, some kind of Prince Charming.

“Finalmente, llegamos allí al final.” (Finally, we got there in the end.) He turned to the person next to them laughing a little. Back to being confused again I tilted my head at them both.

“Sorry… I don’t speak that language.” Pausing I looked back at the guy. “Or any other language…” smiling at me he held his hand out. “I am Spanish.”

“Oh, how lovely!” Smiling back at him I handed him my phone, as he held it up for a photo, both smiling into the camera, I felt Carlos hand move to the middle of my back as he snapped the photo.

“Carlos we have got to go… there’s people crowding around and there’s not a lot of security.”

Carlos arm was still placed there as we both looked around at the crowds of people slowly forming. “I say you better get going Mr.Sainz.” Smiling up at him I go to get my phone, him moving it back slightly. “Ah ah, what’s your name?”

Laughing a little I reached over more grabbing my phone. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N”

“Does Y/N have someone I should be watching out for?”

Pausing for a moment my mind flickering back to earlier I shook my head. “Nobody I can think of-” his smile grew slightly.

“Will Y/N give me her number?” Shocked I stepped back, Carlos hand now falling to his side.

“Why do you want my number?” Furrowing my eyes brows at him I put my phone into my purse.

“So when I want to call you I know the number to dial?” He laughed a little looking back to the person.

“Oh… erm okay.” The person handed me a pen they had connected to their folder, and I wrote my number onto his arm.

“Why did you write it there?” Confused he looked at the number reciting it.

“So if you wash your hands, you don’t wash me away.” Smiling up at him. “Balls in your court Carlos.” Humming he looked at the number again. “I’ll be in touch querida.” (Darling.)

“Oh- it’s Y/N…”

“I didn’t say your name.”

“No- that’s why I thought I remind you… you called me-”

“Querida, I know.” (Darling.)

“What’s that mean?”

“You’ll find out.” Smiling he then squeezed my arm heading into his garage with the other person.

I was trying to remember what he called me and how he said it- but it had already left my mind when he touched my arm. It was like he flicked on a switch and I was on fire.

Still gobsmacked I turned to the garage that had people running sorting the car out, Carlos was no where in sight, he must have gone to get changed or something because he defiantly wasn’t in his racing suit.

“Carlos Sainz…” it sounded like heaven on the lips, smiling blissfully to myself I decide to leave it up to him, walking away from the garage, maybe I could stay for one more race…

Walking around I tried finding a good spot, pulling my phone out getting the camera ready. The speakers where barely heard over the sound of the cars as they were started up.

I could just about see the finish line form where I was I’m guessing it’s the first corner, steadying my phone I press record the cars all going round doing a slow lap, or warming up the tires as the lady next to me had said.

First lap and there was a terrible crash, right in front of the first corner, loud sounds of gasps came from everyone. The car had flipped upside down and was sliding along the gravel and ended up wedged between the two barriers. Luckily the driver came out un injured- but even so it made your stomach churn… it was scary to witness especially right in front of your eyes.

With each lap there was nearly a car less on the track, and I still found myself watching out for the number ‘55’ each time it had come round, merely out of worry.

It was nearing the end of the race, they was just coming up to the finish straight, Carlos still in first place. The silence of the crowd all holding our breaths as he come flying through the checkered flag.

It sent everyone into a loud mass of cheers and applause, and the English crowd screamed louder when Lewis crossed the line. A moral victory and everyone glad he was on the podium at his home race.

Everyone had migrated round to the stage area where they accept their trophy’s, it was packed, all like sardines… the weather was unbearable especially in this mass of people, so pulling myself away I stood at the very back and used my phone camera to zoom in on Carlos.

Watching my phone with a smile, a blush had crept to my face. He looked even better than earlier- he looked rough- and weirdly enough Carlos pulled it off. He just looked great… I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

The day finally came to an end, overall I wouldn’t be put off by watching cars go round and round, if I meant bumping into Carlos again… he was wonderful, he had a lovely smile, a laugh that I wanted to hear on repeat, my body still felt ecstatic every time I say his name. Even thinking of him.

I had finally reached my car still in a trance, in my own little world. Giddy by how the day had ending, I guess it wasn’t such a bad date after all…

The only thing I was waiting for now was any contact from him. I just had to be patient-

Once home that night I had made dinner and showered, getting changed into some pyjamas, it was still warm in England the summer being close to one of the warmest summers. Satin sets and air conditioning was the only way of battling through the night, and lots of hydration.

I was relaxing on the sofa watching tv when my phone broke the quietness ringing out loud, jumping slightly I picked the phone up, the contact read as unknown number. Confused I press the answer hoping it wasn’t some scam…

“Hello?” I press the mute button on the tv trying to listen.

“Y/N?” Just by saying my name he had a smile on my face and butterflies dancing around my stomach. Like a giddy school girl I tucked my legs underneath me hugging the phone tight.

“You called-”

“I didn’t know wether to text or call- but here we are.” Laughing a little down the phone I smiled even more… it could possibly break my face.

“Congratulations on your win.”

“You watched?” I nod my head, then quickly said yes realising he couldn’t see me.

“Is the guy who crashed okay? You know, the first lap…”

“Sí, Sí… bit shaken I think that’s all.” He sighed into the phone, and my heart went out to him.

“Longs his okay… how are you?”

“I’m okay- I wish I didn’t watch it back… it was horrible.”

Humming the line went silent…

“Are you still in England?”

“Yeah- I fly out in a tomorrow,” a few muffles was heard from his side clearly moving around.

“Oh where are you off to next?”

“Austria.”

“Well I’ll be watching” smiling a little, praying I wasn’t too forward, I then heard his little chuckle.

“I think you was my lucky charm today-”

Laughing also, my face now heating up. He definitely has a way with words-

“You think?” He hummed back rusting around again.

“Can I see you?”

“Err, I doubt I can get to where you are right now- and I’m in my pyjamas…” mumbling I fiddled with the pillow in front of me.

“FaceTime?”

“I’m in my pyjamas-” laughing again, but he already had the FaceTime going I just had to accept.

Looking around quickly I grabbed the cushion and put it in front of myself to hide the pyjamas, and sorting my hair out quickly. It still being a little damp from the shower… chewing on my lip I observed myself again before pressing accept.

And there he was, and again… I think even more handsome… I can’t put my finger on it maybe it was how his hair had curled a little in front of his head- made him look just incredible… maybe it was how his eyes seemed to still be relishing in his victory, I just don’t know but he is perfect.

“Hi-” I mailed wide at seeing his face pulling the phone a little closer.

“Hello querida.” (Darling)

“Are you doing to tell me what it means or shall I translate it?” Laughing a little leaning my head back.

“No, no don’t ruin the fun!” Laughing also he got up moving over to the bed laying down, his head against his pillow.

“So, what brings you to the race?” He smiled moving his hand up and playing with his hair.

“I actually had a date there…” mumbling I switch the tv off heading upstairs also.

“A date? Who takes a lady on a date there?” His eyebrows was furrowed, clear confusion on his face. I gasped agreeing with him.

“I thought the same thing!”

“Where were they? When we bumped into each other?”

“I wouldn’t say we bumped into each other Carlos. I had no idea who you was- and you thought I was a fan… which I am now by the way-” tilting my head slightly at him, I climb into bed also, my side lamp still on.

“Definitely my favourite-” he smiled before rolling onto his side, “I didn’t see him around, unless I pushed him out the way or something without realising?”

“No he ran off before you got the chance…” I sighed looking away from the camera.

“That’s good.” He hummed, causing me to frown and look back at him. “Sorry… but how?”

“Well we defiantly wouldn’t have been speaking now, no?” It was my turn to hum and roll my eyes playfully. “I see” he started laughing moving the phone away from him.

Once he calmed down he spoke again, “So-”

“So…” I also turned on my side smiling to myself.

“Stealing hearts aside.”

He gestured his hands in front of him and I nodded my head slowly.

“What else do you do?”

“Are you implying something Mr.Sainz?” Raising my eyebrows at him.

“Hm?” He raised his eyebrows also, both smiling at each other.

“I would say you have stolen my heart completely.”

Now it was my turn to burst into laughter, Carlos laughing along, “Well stealing hearts, aside- I am a Y/J/C”

“Incredible, you really are perfect-”

Blushing harder I move my phone away, “Stop it…”

“Don’t move me!” He laughed again pulling his phone closer to himself, chasing me to once again laugh.

“You really are something, I just can’t quite put my finger on it.” I smile wistfully, eyes glued to him. “Your so pretty.” Mumbling quietly lost in thought.

And that’s when I noticed it, the blush slowly creeping up his cheeks. It made him even more cuter… absolutely perfect.

“Now you stop it-”

Glancing at the time I let out a sigh…

“I should let you go, you have a flight-” I watch Carlos eyes move slightly clearly checking the time before he looked back at the camera.

“Sí, I don’t want to go.” Sighing also his face now slightly deflated.

“Me neither…” I whisper holding the phone tighter.

“When can I see you again? In person-”

My breath got caught in my throat before I smiled a little.

“You really want to see me again?”

“I would be stupid not to.”

“Well Carlos, the ball is in your court.” I smiled a little more, remembering earlier when I said the exact same thing.

“Come to Austria.” He quickly sat up, face turned serious.

“I can’t- don’t you think that’s a little too soon?”

“When you know, you know.” He shrugged like he didn’t just ask me to fly to another country with him.

“Carlos I have a job- I can’t just get up and go…”

“So if you didn’t have a job, you would’ve came?” His smile now returning.

“I didn’t say that…” smiling shyly, knowing full well I would’ve probably considered it-

“I don’t know what it is- I just have this urge to have you there… I need to see you again.” Sighing he laid back defeated.

“Come to the airport- I’ll come to you?” He suggested quickly.

“Carlos-”

“Please.” We both stare at each other, Carlos pleasing eyes slowly making me cave…

“I’ll see you at the airport, okay?”

A bright smile broke out on his face and he shuffled around excitedly.

“Sí Sí. I’ll text you the details.”

“Okay- goodnight Carlos”

“Goodnight querida” he winked into the camera, and blew me a kiss, causing me to laugh a little.

“Goodnight.” The call ended and I really couldn’t stop the smile… it hurt how bad I was smiling.

Carlos sainz, you really are something.

A/N: I’ve had to rush a few things- seeing as I promised a time and didn’t stick to it- we’ve been having a heatwave in England and I really couldn’t get the fic finished- howeverrrr this could become a slow series. Because I’m kinda liking chili 😉 Let me know what you think- so far 🖤

Tag: @copper-boom 🖤

Masterlist

#f1 imagine #carlos sainz imagine #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz fanfic

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