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cricketnationrise · 9 months

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hiiii this is for the ficlet fest !!!! shaan srivastava, the white house, 3:14am 😎

thank you for the prompt! i haven't written shaan's POV before, so this was really cool. enjoy! 💜🦗

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white house, 3:14am

“Are you done packing your office?” Shaan asks, coming up behind Zahra and dropping a kiss to the nape of her neck.

“I’ve been packed for a week, Srivastava, you know that.”

Shaan hums. He does know that. The neatly stacked boxes of her things have already been whisked away by the efficient White House resident staff earlier tonight.

“If you’re fishing about my mental state about tomorrow being the Inauguration for the next president and therefore the end of Ellen Claremont’s time in the White House, you’re doing a piss poor job of it.”

He pulls her closer. Her words are all prickle and fire, but her body sags into his, letting Shaan hold her steady for once.

“I figured I’d give you an opening if you wanted to take it.”

Zahra just sighs, looking around at her (almost former) office. All of Zahra’s files and extra clothes and knick-knacks that Alex buys her that she pretends not to keep, are gone – only the furniture remaining. The room seems to be slumbering, or maybe holding its breath, ready for the next occupant.

“Ask me again in a week. I’ll be bored of downtime by then.”

“Deal.”

There’s a clatter in the hallway, then loud shushing noises and the careful click of a door. Shaan moves the pair of them to the doorway, curious as to who else is moving around the West Wing at three in the morning but— Ah, he should have guessed.

Through the door to the veranda, a pair of young men’s silhouettes are visible in the moonlight on the way to the garden. Alex is in front, one of his hands tangled with one of Henry’s, leading the way. Shaan drops a kiss on the top of Zahra’s head, overcome with pride for the pair of them.

Zahra makes a noise somewhere between disbelief and delight. “Those sappy little shits.”

“I wouldn’t throw stones, love – they aren’t the only ones doing a grand farewell tour of this place.”

“Yeah, but I do it with class,” she says, spinning in his arms and throwing her own over his neck. It’s been four years since he proposed, but Shaan still tracks the glint of the diamond on her engagement ring with a rush of joy. It’s even stronger since it was joined by her wedding ring last year.

Zahra rises up on her toes and he ducks his head to make it easier for her to kiss him. It’s a quick kiss, more of a peck, but she says so much with her body that never makes it past her lips. Shaan’s spent so long learning this silent language of hers, that it’s easy to parse the love and relief and exhaustion and sadness that she pushes into his mouth. He gathers all of it up and tucks it into his own heart – he’ll carry it for her for a while. For as long as she wants him to.

“Let’s go – for once I don’t have to commute here in the morning, we should make the most of it.”

“After you,” he says, stepping back and letting her lead the way toward the Residence. She reaches one hand back to tangle her fingers through his.

#cricket writes #ficlet fest 3 #rwrb #red white and royal blue #shaan pov #ficlet #post canon #gayheartstoppernerd #something something zahra and alex are more similar than they'll ever admit #and shaan and henry are long suffering about that fact

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brittlebutch · 10 months

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The 'Enjoying watch you suffer' line in Broadcast has always been hard to pin down; Tim's leg getting broken is the biggest incident in Entry #35, so it's natural to want to tie the two together, but it seems to fit so indelicately into what we know about the timeline of totheark's internal relationship that it almost causes more problems than it resolves. However, even though it's very blink and miss it, Tim does actually manage to stab Alex in the arm before he gets knocked down -- we hear Alex cry out in pain, can see blood on the blade when Jay picks it up, and then in the recovered corrupted footage from that tape that Jay posts as Entry #36 Alex says "I did what I had to... he'd just stabbed me" -- and that injury being what totheark was trying to call attention to, to me, reads a lot more clear and consistent than anything else does

#N posts stuff #marble hornets #it's so hard to figure out lol bc Tim's leg is The Thing so it feels like they should be linked but like it just doesn't seem to flow #and the timeline of s2 is so mangled by the mix mash and retreading ground of all the tapes #ie; Present!Jay uploading Past!Jay's (and Past!Alex's) tapes and commenting on them while Present!TTA responds to both #that it's hard to figure out if TTA is still working together in that Present!Time or if it's Only in the old tapes and they fell out like #Immediately after Jay got the code for the safe from them - which is Possible? We do know that Tim and Brian separated #like Right after they'd managed to separate Jay and Jess but IDK if that separation would account for the kind of anger implied in #the sentiment 'enjoying watching you suffer' you know? And Jay doesn't get Tim's medical records until s3 - which we KNOW #is the Final Death Knell in TTA's relationship and i don't think Brian would have sat on those for so long so i feel like he hadn't #found them by this point in s2 - that must have come later. so That makes this line feel so out of place in their relationship #BUT if Brian is paying more attention to Alex than Tim at this point then it makes A Lot more sense if it's directed at him #and since the creators Specifically included that corrupted footage that makes Sure to get 'he stabbed me' clear in audio AND #in Jay's subtitles - I wonder if that's an attempt to draw attention to that injury and maybe clarify the TTA upload a little bit?#OR you know maybe I'm reading into it all too much but hey. with this series that's actually a pretty solid living so #mh lb #i'm rewatching bc i'm about to start giving the Bleed More fic another attempt at getting finished and finalized so. keep an eye out :3c

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raceweek · 10 months

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alex albon tyre god

#i suffered for so long for days like this #alex albon #canada 2023

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thereareeyesinsidethetrees · 6 months

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anyway another eyetrees secret

on the subject of names i like vs names that are mine

icarus actually falls into the second category. except gravity falls (show fandom both i have no idea) turned it a bit sour

still a good name though

#how did gravity falls turn it sour well would you like a ✨ Rant ✨#majority of fandom (including alex hirsch) sees ford in an unfavorable light. to put it very lightly #where else will you find people so angry at a character that they feel the need to censor his name #by taking this unfavorable view of ford and giving that specific perspective an association with the story of icarus #you give the story of icarus an association with arrogance prick selfish idiot #ford and icarus are very similar in a lot of ways #they were in a desperate situation. told not to do something related to a way out of that situation. did it anyway and suffered as a result #but the thing is icarus didn't fall because he was too arrogant or selfish or stupid #he fell because he had just achieved freedom and flight at the same time and got too excited about it #in the most literal sense he was just happy to be free #and that goes for ford too #that was long. end of tags

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innytoes · 1 year

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Sleepy prompt 4 for Luke/Alex/Reggie!!

For all Reggie had a very distinctive, very uniform style, he was a dirty little clothes thief when it came to bedtime.

It started with Luke's cutoffs. Luke was shirtless as often as he could, so obviously he went to bed shirtless. Hell, in the summer he slept naked, which was a very pleasant surprise for both Alex and Reggie.

Reggie, however, didn't like to sleep shirtless. Sometimes Alex thought that he'd prefer to sleep in one of those flannel pyjama sets you saw in cartoons. Preferably a plaid one. Usually though, because this was LA, it was a pair of thin, threadbare pyjama pants and t-shirts.

And since Luke wasn't wearing his shirts to bed anyway, that meant they were free game, right? And well, Alex couldn't complain, something about Reggie in Luke's shirts was really, very sexy. Luke seemed to agree, and more often than not, the shirt came right back off.

But then they went on tour. And it started to get out of hand.

First, his favourite fuzzy socks disappeared. Then Luke's boxers. Then...

"Dude, is that my hoodie?"

"The bus is cold!" Reggie whined. "Why couldn't we have done the winter part of the tour in like, Hawaii or something?"

"Dude, we're playing some of the best venues in New York and you're complaining about a little cold?" Luke asked. He was still shirtless, which even to Alex was a little bit over the top. The bus was kind of cold, okay?

"Yeah well maybe you can bask in the warm glow of applause and music, but some of us have human bodies that get cold," Reggie said testily. He still snuggled into Luke's arms demonstratively, hoodie and all. Fair, Luke was like a human furnace.

"You do look really cute in my hoodie," Alex said. He nudged them both over, crawling into the bed as well. It was a bit of a squeeze, but they'd insisted on the largest bed available in a tour bus. The label had finally allowed it, if only because Reggie had made sad eyes at them and said he couldn't sleep otherwise.

"Yeah?" Reggie said, grinning over his shoulder.

"Hmm-hmm..." Alex said, hand sliding up under the fabric.

"OKAY SO WE'RE GETTING REGGIE A PAIR OF EXTRA WARM PYJAMAS NEXT TIME WE STOP," Julie said much too loudly from the other side of the bus. "And you better not be trying to warm up any other way."

Whoops. Okay, so maybe they'd have to wait until the next time they got a hotel for that.

"Yes Julie."

"Sorry boss."

They settled down in a very wholesome, very not-sexual cuddle.

"He does look really cute, though," Alex said into the darkness, just to hear Julie groan and the guys snicker.

#julie and the phantoms #lukexreggiexalex #fanfic #I wrote a thing #reggie is a clothes thief #alex is a little shit and I love that for him #julie is Long Suffering

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merihn · 2 years

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Another kiss prompt: throwing your lover over your shoulder, carrying them towards the bed for Rulie please!

@floating-in-the-blue also asked for this with Lalex, so I decided to combine them 😘

"—and that’s why stir fry is way better than stew!" Reggie finishes triumphantly as he unlocks the door to their apartment. Alex snorts and shoves at his shoulder, knocking him into the doorframe. Reggie winces and rubs at it, giving Alex a wounded look. Alex rolls his eyes, but leans down and presses a kiss to the throbbing pain, and Reggie grins.

"It is not—" Alex cuts off as shouting from further inside the apartment reaches them.

"I can't believe you'd say that! You're a complete idiot, you know that, Patterson?"

Reggie exchanges a worried look with Alex, and they both hurry down the narrow hall to the source of the voices.

Luke and Julie are standing in the middle of the living room, both red faced with their hands balled into fists.

"I am not! You're too far up your own ass to consider anyone else's opinion! Sorry, I'm not going to bow down to you, princess," Luke spits, crossing his arms over his chest.

Julie sucks in a breath. "Princess? If anyone's a princess here, it's you! A ridiculous airheaded, bullheaded princess!"

"Airheaded?!" Luke screeches. "I'll show you airheaded—!"

"Okay, woah." Alex moves between Luke and Julie and raises his hands. "That's enough now. What the hell are you two even arguing about?"

Reggie's glad Alex has the presence of mind to put a stop to the arguing. He feels a little guilty about not doing it, but he can't deny that Julie looks amazing when she's riled up; all pink cheeks and blazing eyes, her hair coming alive with the intensity of her feelings, wild and curling around her face.

He bites his lip to hold back from grabbing her right then, to turn her tumultuous feelings onto him, into biting kisses and nails scratching down his back.

"Oh, just Luke being a complete fucking idiot as usual," Julie snarks, and Luke pokes his tongue out at her. "Very mature, as usual," she repeats, rolling her eyes.

Luke opens his mouth to retort, but Alex just waves his hand and Luke subsides. Reggie can't help but grin, it's been good for Luke, having Alex to temper him, to keep him from going too far. He's always needed someone to talk him down, to rationalize his feelings, to help him see both sides. His emotions still rule him even now, and Alex keeps him from blowing up every relationship in his life.

Of course, Luke helps Alex equally, getting him out of his head and often out of his comfort zone. Anyone can see how good they’ve been for each other, tempering their worst traits and emphasizing their best.

The same can not be said for Luke and Julie.

Oh, they’re friends, of course, but they’re both too hot blooded, too quick tempered. If Alex and Reggie weren’t around, they’d tear each other to pieces within a week. Of course, this helps with the music, which is when they get along best, but even that can turn sour in a single moment. They’re both just too sure they’re right and completely unwilling to bow to the other.

But, as he thought before, it works for him, because Julie is an animal when she’s enraged. And he loves it.

"That—that—imbecile thinks that Civil War is a good movie!" Julie shouts.

Reggie blinks and stares for a moment, then turns to Alex, who looks equally lost.

"The. The Marvel movie?" Alex eyes Julie for a long moment.

"Yes! And it is good, you snob!" She throws at Luke, over Alex’s shoulder. She’s got her hands on her hips now, like she’s unconsciously drawn into a hero pose, and Reggie’s clutching at his fraying control, the need to touch her.

"That's it," Alex says, "I actually cannot deal with how ridiculous you two are tonight, so no more talking." With that, he turns to Luke again and strides over to him, bending down and catching him around the waist, throwing him over his shoulder as he stands.

Luke splutters and flails. "What—! Alex, put me down!"

"Nope. Time for bed."

"It's four in the afternoon!"

"And toddlers get naps when they're cranky," Alex says firmly, turning slightly to wink at Reggie before heading for his and Luke's bedroom.

"Hmmph," Julie huffs. "Good for Alex. Luke was being completely unreasonable. You get it though, right?"

Reggie raises his eyebrows at her, grinning as he slowly advances on her. She frowns and starts lifting her hands to stop him, but he's already there, bending to set his shoulder to her hips, his hands coming up to circle her waist and hold her close.

"Reggie, no! Stop it!"

Reggie laughs and heaves her up so she's balanced better, hanging over his shoulder, and starts toward their bedroom. Julie pounds at his back with her fists, but he can tell she's not trying too hard, even though her whole body is still strung too tight with fury at Luke.

He grunts as her flailing foot catches him in the gut, and winds his arm around her thighs, holding them close to himself.

"Let me go! I can walk!"

Reggie hums, sliding his hand up the back of her thigh to pat her bottom. In retaliation, she pinches his back sharply.

“Of all the neanderthalic—” Julie cuts off as Reggie squeezes her ass, kneading the bountiful soft flesh as he steps into their room and kicks their door shut. Before she can do more than suck in a breath to start again, he tips forward and drops her onto their bed, letting her bounce a little from the low height. She giggles even as she frowns up at him, still flushed and taut, hands clawed in the bedding.

Reggie crawls over her, hovering on hands and knees as he dips his head to kiss her, hissing when she nips sharply at his lip, drawing out the tang of blood, smeared across their lips. She licks it away, bites him again. Clutches at his shoulders until her nails cut into his skin through his shirt.

He slides his leg between hers, presses until she arches under him and gasps, her nails hooking deeper, and smiles.

"'m not a child," Luke says sullenly, dangling limp over Alex's shoulder.

"Stop acting like one, then," Alex replies blithely, kneeling on the bed to deposit Luke onto his back. Luke lets himself sprawl, loose-limbed in the nest of sheets, and Alex follows him down, lining up their bodies as he presses Luke into the mattress.

"I just—"

Alex kisses him, trapping the words between their mouths, pushes his tongue in through the muffled words, stoppering.

Luke sighs into it, slides his hands up into Alex's hair and holds on tight as Alex kisses him, disperses the words between their teeth and tongues.

"No more. No more," Alex murmurs, slipping his lips across Luke's cheek in a slick slide, baring his teeth in tiny nips over the sharp bone.

Another sigh, releasing all the tension, and he's soft under Alex, spread open.

"Okay, Alex."

#julie and the phantoms #I tried three times for the rulie one and once for the lalex and then decided to combine them #this took me like 5 days of painfully slow writing #hopefully it's okay #im now in love with ridiculously antagonistic julie and luke and long suffering alex and reggie #(though theyre happy to reap the benefits of their ridiculous lovers hot tempers)#jatp #my fic #different kisses prompts

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phosphophylight-of-my-life · 1 year

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oh..... that is beautiful.

#i finally caught up #it might be bc i took such a long break and purposely stopped thinking abt phos' suffering #but to me the blank spaces and long panels felt peaceful #nothing going on in there. no chaos. no thoughts head empty #i am really sad abt the gems being gone tho ngl #i wouldnt have minded a much longer time about what they did in the 10k years #was bortz touring w dia? did they finally make up?#or was dia trying to recruit bortz? and bortz just wanted to continue breeding jellyfish?#what did antarc do?#what is antarc's personality like when they dont need to care abt the lunarians? how did they adapt?#how did alex reunite w chersoberyl?#like??? the entirety of all their arcs?????????????????#um????#time to dig out the extra volume drawings ig... now that i can hopefully recognise the lunarfied gems #mimin tries to read hnk #hnk manga spoilers

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gracetoldmeto · 2 years

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Sometimes it takes doing laundry...

...trying to fold the same shirt over and over, folding it imperfectly again and AGAIN, and getting upset at yourself bc you can't fucking do it right...

...to realize you really arent doing okay...

#emotion dump time #sry yall #im just standing here in tears because i cant fold this stupid tshirt right and its pathetic #alex rants #delete later #been a really long day #and i miss my dad #i wanna tell him i wanna talk to him but i know i cant #being an orphan sucks yall #im not even in the mood to joke about it rn #but better me than anyone else right?#cause im a stubborn ass bitch who never gives up right?#right?#ive made it this far im not rolling over now #sry these tags are more for me haha 😅#im done now #send help #aint no way i suffered through engineering school for nothing #ok now im done i lied

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haven-sent · 2 years

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character stats

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟷 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

NAME : stephanie “steph” gingrich

EYE COLOR : hazel

HAIR STYLE / COLOR : straight, shoulder length dark brown hair, experimented with a couple of different streaks of colour in high school.

HEIGHT : 5′7

CLOTHING STYLE : exclusively in jeans at all times. formal event? black jeans. during the summer she’s pretty much only wearing tank tops to show off those drummer arms (deceptively buff looking, she is weak af). every other time it’s graphic tees, raglans and band tees, usually with a flannel or oversized button up thrown over the top and then a hoodie on top of that for winter. converse, or combat boots if she wants to add a little height. she basically just settled into her grunge phase in high school and never left it. if you see her not wearing a beanie you have witnessed a rare, almost mythical, sight.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : her smile. absolutely adorable and incredibly infectious. also i love arm.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟸 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

FEARS : getting close to people and them leaving her, losing loved ones, failing at her music career, ending up alone, disappointing her friends.

GUILTY PLEASURE : cheesy 90s pop, dancing when nobody’s watching, fruity cocktails, musicals

BIGGEST PET PEEVE : disorganization, being beaten at ANY game (she’s a very sore loser).

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : touring the world in a band.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟹 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : coffee immediately needed to wake up, planning out what she wants to say on the radio that morning, if there’s a specific song on her brain that she wants to play.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : music - whether it’s a song she likes stuck in her head, or if she’s thinking about writing something. daydreaming about what she’d do if she made it big and had a steady career performing.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : her friends - the benefits of living in a small town is she gets to see and hang out with them pretty much every day and it always lets her go to sleep with a smile on her face.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : if anyone ever asked she’d say her smokin’ hot looks - an easy way to deflect. what she actually thinks is probably her sense of humour - she finds herself funny and most people seem to as well. her actual best quality is her ability to listen to people and know what they need to push through something tough.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟺 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : group - steph gets nervous around girls she actually likes and a group setting where she can pull focus from herself makes her way more comfortable.

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : to be loved, but she’s scared of having to give it in return without a safety net.

BEAUTY OR BRAINS : bit of both, but brains add to the hotness.

DOGS OR CATS : cats. canonically will literally risk getting mauled to pet a cat.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE : not usually, unless it’s necessary (usually to help cover for someone else). if you ask it of her though be warned - her pokerface is terrible.

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : it varies. she knows she’s good at what she does, she knows she’s hot, she knows she’s funny. objectively she knows all of this but she always falters at believing that it’s enough.

BELIEVE IN LOVE : yes. she’s been in love before and believes she could fall in love again. she’s just hesitant.

WANT SOMEONE : yes. anyone.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟼 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE : quite a few times, she loves being on stage and performing in front of people.

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : not really. she’s never had the attitude of wanting to fit in with people who won’t like her for who she is and her interests. she doesn’t consider them worth her time. but she does suppress some elements of herself sometimes so as not to turn people off.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟽 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVORITE COLOR : red or purple.

FAVORITE ANIMAL : cats. otters are also super cute.

FAVORITE BOOK : gideon the ninth.

FAVORITE GAME : dungeons and dragons

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟾 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : december 17th

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : 29

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟿 : 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE : soft guitar melodies, headbanging to old 80s metal when no one’s around.

I FEEL : i might never be good enough to get what i want.

I HIDE : what i need if it might interfere with what others want.

I MISS : my dad, arcadia bay, gabe.

I WISH : i could get back the people i’ve lost or left behind.

tagged by: @reivontulet tagging: i don’t know anyone here well enough yet to be tagging y’all out the blue but if you see this and want to do it please feel free

#badass dj? it's a no brainer | imagery #me looking at steph and i's clothing style: oh it's the same huh #this also sent me into a massive spiral on steph's true colours endgame choices like #i absolutely do think she's genuine when she says she doesn't care about seeing the world if it's not alongside alex #but it still breaks my heart a little that she's willing to give up her dream #something she went so back and forth on believing she was capable of achieving #that she already gave up once before when she didn't believe she could make it #because she doesn't want to lose alex #and she's not willing to make alex choose between their relationship and the other things alex needs to be happy #(and like the fear of losing your loved ones i feel is absolutely central to all the true colours characters)#(obvs everyone suffers the loss of gabe. ryan lost his mother pre-game. steph lost at least her mother in the storm - or chloe #gabe and alex desperate to reconnect after being torn from each other in the wake of losing their mother and being abandoned by their dad)#i absolutely believe steph would still be happy staying in haven because imo she does consider it home and would always come back anyway #but my girl my baby girl pls listen to your own advice #STOP THINKING ABOUT WHAT OTHER PEOPLE NEED AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU NEED #all this to say but yeah for the right person who steph can't live without? she drops everything for them even if it hurts #give me some prime angst material on that #doesn't even have to be romantic like she put off leaving haven because of gabe. because she loved him sm and he basically became her family #so anyway this is why i killed her dad because eh i see a muse with some fucked up attachment issues and think 'how can i make them worse'#long post #that's a lot of crying over steph for a friday lunch break

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areyoudoingthis · 10 months

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i love that people care but i wish everyone would stop trying to fix my migraines i know what causes them i just don't have the money for more doctors right now

#it's my stupid reproductive system so unless you can pay for a gynecologist and some sort of contraception to stop my periods just leave me #to suffer in peace #at least the thyroid migraines totally chilled out with the medication #but since I'm done sorting out my thyroid i need to sort out my adhd next #after that it's my periods and the orthopedic insoles i need to stop the knee pain #but ideally sorting out the adhd would allow me to work more so I'd be able to deal with the other stuff faster #like i know i have issues organizing but i am 35 i can at least make a plan of action on my own folks #and as long as ibuprofen and sleep work i don't want to take anything stronger cause your body gets used to it and it stops being effective #god why do we even have periods i want to murder whoever designed out stupid reproductive systems #alex txt

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verstappen-cult · 4 months

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JEALOUS BOYS | F1 GRID

★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)

lando wants to scream and tell you to shut up, but he will never do that, never. it doesn’t matter how much he wants you to stop talking about the guy you’re currently seeing and how amazing he is. he knows he lost his chance because he wasn’t brave enough to confess his feelings when you told him how you felt. he didn’t tell you that he didn’t feel the same but he didn’t tell you he shared your feelings either, so it’s normal that you’d move on. but it’s getting to the point where he thinks you’re doing it on purpose. lando always answers with ‘yes, no, uhu, mmh’ when you talk about the guy, so it’s impossible you don’t know he doesn’t care.

★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)

if looks could kill, your friend would be buried ten meters underground. you’d told him there is nothing to be worried about and he trusts you, god he trusts you so much. but he doesn’t trust your friend, not even one bit. you’re quick to notice his annoyance, excusing yourself with your friend and taking his hand to go to a more secluded corner where you ask him what’s going on. and charles can’t lie to you, his mouth moving before his brain can catch up: “i don’t like the way he looked at you” but you can’t get angry, not when he looks so hurt and insecure.

★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

when oscar feels jealous, he doesn’t say anything. he waits until you’re home, alone and comfortable to bring up the topic. he tries to deflect and say that everything is okay when you can clearly see that is not. you’re very understanding which gives him the courage to say everything, and you are grateful for it. you hug tightly whispering in his ear how much you love him, that he’s the one for you. oscar is happy to have such a healthy relationship where he can be vulnerable and don’t feel judged.

★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)

max wants to punch the guy, he really wants to make him suffer. why does he has to touch your arm to speak to you? does he not know about personal space? he wants to walk to the bar and drag you out of there, but he has no claim over you. you’re not dating, you’re not even hooking up or something; you’re friends, just friends. and max has never hated a word so much before. you eventually walk back to him with the drinks you went to collect in the first place before that asshole got your attention. and if by the end of the night max confesses his love for you because he’s a little bit drunk, you don’t need to tell anyone else about it. or anything about the many kisses you shared.

★ — ALEX ALBON (23)

alex jokes about being jealous but you know there is truth behind his words. and he doesn’t really know he is jealous until you point it out. “i don’t know what is happening to me but they annoy me so much.” and you laugh, not to make fun but because you’ve never seen someone look so cute while jealous. alex ends up forgetting all about his jealousy the moment he feels your lips. then, he can only think about you.

★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)

daniel just ignores you when he’s jealous which, you know, hurts. you don’t push him, you wait and wait until he feels better and seeks for you. he says sorry but he felt insecure and doesn’t like to feel that way. you’re allowed to have friends but not friends that act as if he doesn’t exists and he just doesn’t want to share. he looks like a little kid who didn’t get what he wanted on christmas day. you stay angry at him just for a little longer.

★ — MICK SCHUMACHER (47)

it’s no secret that you’ve been dancing around each other for some time now, neither of you willing to take the first step and admit your feelings. that is until he sees you laughing with some stranger at a party. he’s a little tipsy and doesn’t mind being a bit rude when approaching you both, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "what was so funny? why were you two laughing?" the guy gets lost no long after that, which makes him feel very proud until you’re screaming at him and he doesn’t know what to do but kiss you to shut you up. finally.

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“Thank you for underemining everything this camp stands for”

me: giving kids metldowns over not hitting a puck?? uwu

#coach cole critical #to be safe #i know he gets character development but askjdfsf How Long Must I Suffer lol #acey watches!#tmdgc #tmdgc Draft Day #tmdgc spoilers #'you picked some of the worst players to make them feel better-' so fucking WHAT dude so fucking what if she did lmao #cant wait for Alex to bring out the best in Jace and for him to have his 'skating on the ice' epiphany

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foone · 9 months

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Your best guess is that you've been in this time loop for something north of 15 years. You've lived that day, April 9th, 1997, something like 6000 times. You think... The second most ironic thing about being in this time loop* is that you have ADHD, and time blindness has always been something you've suffered with.

The time loop hasn't helped. You'll really get into a book, and don't look up from it until it's yesterday. Or, earlier today? Or tomorrow, it's all the same day. You wake up in your bed at 8:27, having slept through your alarm, no matter what happens. You've had plenty of time to do all the classic time loop things: told everyone (they forget the next day), kissed everyone (a surprising number of people turn out to be up for itl), tried to run (you made it all the way to Memphis one day, but it didn't make any difference), tried to make everything perfect and right (harder than you'd think, and there's nothing obvious that needs fixing), and gotten yourself exploded and shot and run over. You even made it into orbit once, NASA still swearing at you on the radio the whole way up. You've robbed all the local banks, kidnapped the mayor, and stolen half the stuff in the town, just to see what people have. Why not? It's hard to have a sense of morality when there are no repercussions to any actions, at least none that last more than 24 hours.

You convinced a scientist to shoot neutrinos at you once, thanks to something you'd read in a book on time. Didn't seem to make any difference, though you could swear the next day felt different, in some hard to define way.

You've gotten into a rhythm of starting each day and just walking out your front door, to visit a different place in the city, and knock on their door. If they're home, you ask questions, then use the answers next time to get further. If not, you let yourself in and see what their house looks like from the inside.

Even their shocking crimes no longer can shock you. Mr. Stevens is a burgler, Jenny J. is halfway through murdering her husband, Alex over on 5th street has a basement full of photos they shouldn't have, and more neighbors than you'd think are cooking meth or growing cannabis in their little backyard sheds or closets.

You can go to the police, you can confront them, you can explose them, or you can get a weapon and go all vigilante on them... It doesn't matter in the long run (and for you, the long run is very short indeed). They'll be fine the next morning, back at it again like nothing happened.

You wake up that same Wednesday morning, put on some clothes, and walk out the door. You got into a gimmick of crossing the road with your eyes closed: you know where the cars are, and if you keep the same pace, they definitely won't hit you. Besides, if you do, you wake up back in your bed. Big woop.

But you don't make it to the road this time. You trip, falling on the hard concrete of the sidewalk. What the hell? Your arms ache from catching yourself, and you have to suppress the time-looper instinct of "I hurt. Restart the loop!",at least until you figure out what happened.

You look back and there's a sneaker sitting on the sidewalk. A perfectly normal shoe, just a little skuffed up. A bit down the sidewalk, there's another, the other foot presumably.

You have a moment of equal parts panic and elation. You're out of the loop? You're out of the loop! This might be Thursday.

You gather yourself from the sidewalk and run back up the path to your door. You open the newspaper... April 9th. This is still the same day. You look back at the road, seeing the patterns of crossing cars you've seen thousands of times before. You listen, and your neighborhood sounds right. You can hear Timothy down the road yelling about baseball, so it's not 9:14 yet.

This isn't a new day. This is the day. This is your day. So why is something different? What, a partial time loop? And almost time loop? Most things are the same, but not all? It makes no sense.

You hear yelling down the road. You jog towards it, as an out of place sound just doesn't happen in your day. Around the corner there's a police officer shouting at a woman who is rapidly disrobing and flinging her discarded clothes at the officer, who is shouting at her and his radio. So far, she seems to be winning, but she's about out of linen ammunition.

You realize you don't recognize her. She's not one of the people you know, and you know everyone. She's someone new, the very anthesis of what a time loop is about. That, combined with recognizing that charicatistic disdain for consequences makes you gasp. My God... She's another time looper. She's done this day before, and it's just repeated, and now she's doing everything to see what happens. You're not alone in this crowded city anymore! You run towards her, eager to introduce yourself.

* Themost ironic thing about being in this time loop is that every copy of Groundhog Day at your local Blockbuster is checked out.

#Time loop #my writing

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userlando · 7 months

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watch you watch me — lando norris

lando norris x fem!reader [2k] summary: getting caught is the last thing on his mind as he walks you back into the bathroom of his jet. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & language, semi-public sex, slight choking, mile high club a/n: fic two of smutober and the kink i decided to focus on is mirror sex. i literally couldn't not do it after the chaos when the jpg pics got posted. i hope you enjoy it!! love u all 🤍

Three hours. That’s how long Lando could keep himself entertained on a long haul flight before he grew bored out of his mind. He almost regretted turning down the offer to share a jet with Alex and George, but then he’d glance at you curled up in your seat across from him and Lando would immediately change his mind. You had your own life to live and Lando had his highly demanding job so it left you little time to spend together. It didn’t mean that you didn’t try, because you absolutely did; Grabbing every chance and spare day to see each other, only if for a few hours.

Sometimes, when your time zones were wildly different and Lando was suffering from major jetlag, he’d lie awake on facetime; Blinking tiredly at the bright screen while you went on with your day, chattering about the most mundane things. He liked it, loved it even. It made him feel like he was right there with you and not in an empty hotel room by himself.

So a fourteen hour flight together was really a blessing in disguise. But Lando had an overactive mind and he really couldn’t sit still for more than two hours before he felt the urge to climb the walls. And you knew it as well, having come prepared with cards and boardgames. But Lando was a sore loser and you were over-competitive so that only lasted for an hour before you both were on the verge of insulting each other and decided to call it quits.

He glanced up when you suddenly unfurled your legs from where you’d folded them against you, stretching your legs and wiggling your toes cutely before standing up. His eyes drifted to your midriff when you stretched your arms up above you, the hem of your shirt riding up in the process and suddenly Lando felt like fucking Einstein when an idea slithered into his mind.

Lando fisted his hands to keep from reaching for your hips, feeling an anticipatory stir in his groin when your bellybutton was on display like that because fuck, it was his favourite place to kiss.

You glanced down at him, clearly mistaking his hungry staring for confusion because you yawned through a smile, looking as beautiful and innocent as ever.

“Bathroom break.” You explained but he wasn’t really listening.

You might as well have been speaking an entirely different language but he nodded like he’d heard you, watching you turn and head for the bathroom on unsteady legs. His eyes glanced up and down the short aisle but there was no one in sight, and he took that as a chance to scramble out of his seat and follow you, reaching for his camera in the process as another idea sparked in his mind.

The squeak coming out of your mouth when he crowded up against your back would’ve normally made him laugh, but he was too busy with walking the both of you into the bathroom to pay it any close attention. A scandalised gasp escaped your mouth when you realised what he was doing, watching him turn and lock the door like he’d done it a million times.

“Lando, what the —“ The words died on your tongue when he turned around and revealed his face to you, staring at you so hungrily that it almost punched the air out of your lungs.

He took one step and caught your mouth in a kiss, groaning low in his throat when you opened up beautifully under him. Lando loved the way you became so pliant, melting into his touch when he backed you into the sink and reached one hand to loosely circle your throat.

“Baby.” There was a slight whine in your voice that made his nerves sing, pressing his lips against yours more insistently; Mimicking the movement of his hips against yours. The hardness you feel makes your mouth open in a gasp and he takes that moment to drop to his knees in a crouch, hands scrambling to roll your shirt up enough to reveal your belly.

You keen a little at that and he knows that you do it out of insecurity so he hurriedly places kisses to the flesh there, biting your hip for good measure and he only stops once you’ve relaxed fully; Gripping the edge of the sink with both your hands too keep from folding in on yourself.

Lando glances up and you look down at him, shooting him a shaky smile.

“You look so pretty.” He says and you shake your head with a breathless laugh.

“We’re gonna get caught.” Your lower lip gets sucked between your teeth and Lando wishes it was his tongue in its place.

He shrugs, shooting you a smile that spells trouble and something fire hot shoots down your spine when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your joggers and pulls. He doesn’t waste any time to get his face between your legs, opening his mouth against the material of your panties that you’d managed to soak in the span of five minutes. The faint taste of you on his tongue makes him moan, sucking until you’re whimpering his name and the material turns sodden with his spit.

He gets a finger under the cotton, pulling the crotch aside and burying his face against your hot flesh, mouth opening wide enough to slot over where you’re aching for him. The feel of his wet and warm mouth against you makes your knees buckle, gripping the sink even tighter when he starts sucking and licking on your clit.

You try to keep your noises intact but you’re too loud to be doing this in such a public space and Lando seems to realise it at the same time you do, reaching an arm up until he’s got two of his fingers shoved into your mouth. It makes him ache when you gratefully suck them, wetting them with your saliva as you hum and moan.

It doesn’t really take long for him to pull an orgasm out of you, your knees shaking and your hand tightly gripping his unruly hair as you cry out; The sound muffled by his fingers. He laves his tongue against you until your shaking subsides, slowly getting up from his crouched position when you start whining in overstimulation.

You’re a sight for sore eyes, pupils blown out and drool dripping down his hand and Lando can’t help but push his fingers deeper into your mouth, listening to you gag as your eyes flutter shut.

“God,” He whispers, hooking his fingers into the side of your mouth to pull it slightly. His eyes are trained on you, dark and wanting. “So fucking beautiful, aren’t you? I’m so lucky.”

You moan, the sound a little too loud in the small space but Lando can’t bring himself to care much as he leans forward to kiss you. It’s messy and you don’t really kiss him back with the way he’s got his digits in your mouth but the movement of your pliant tongue is enough to push him one step closer to the edge.

He pulls away with a breathless groan when you palm him through his pants, hurrying to turn you around and bend you over the sink and it makes him physically ache at how docile you are. You let him position you, both of your palms flat against the counter without preamble and Lando bends to press a kiss against the back of your neck as a silent thank you.

The stretch of his cock takes you by surprise and you hang your head low as you go up on your tippy toes the further he pushes himself inside of you. It doesn’t burn like it usually does, Lando having prepped you enough to take him without any problems but it still makes you ache when he finally bottoms out with a drawn out groan.

Lando swears, the words filthy on his tongue as he gives you a moment to get used to him before he sets up a rhythm. It shakes you to the core, gripping the sink tightly enough that it hurts your fingers but the pain balances out the sheer pleasure you’re feeling as he fucks into you.

You shudder when he gets a hand between your legs, touching your sensitive clit and you keen harshly at the added sensations; bringing your head up to stare at him.

What you see takes you by surprise. You expect to see his face, but the camera aimed right at you jars you; making you clench when you realise what he’s doing.

He’s taking pictures. And you fucking love it.

“Oh, look at you.” He grins, cheeks flushed pink as he pushes himself forward; burying himself inside and watching you squirm. “Beautiful girl. The camera loves you, baby.”

You let out a hum, trying not to shy away from the camera as it clicks. He’s having too much fun with it, thrusting particularly hard to get a reaction out of you before hurryingly taking a picture of your face. If you’d been of sound mind, you would’ve thought of how you probably looked but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry too much when Lando stared; open mouthed and in awe, like he was too afraid to blink in fear of missing out on every microscopic expression on your face.

He grabbed the pudge of your hip with his other hand, working his hips into you and you moaned quietly as your stomach started clenching. A telltale sign that you were close. And judging by the look on your boyfriend’s face, he wasn’t too far behind either.

“Yeah? Gonna come for me?” His words were whispered, harsh and you nodded. He watched you get a better grip of the counter, fucking yourself back on his cock with every thrust forward. “I can tell, you’re clenching up so tightly around me, love. Get a hand in there, touch yourself.”

“Lando.” The whispered moan nearly did his head in, focusing on the way your hand shakily let go of the sink to touch between your legs, shaking with the intensity of it. “Oh, fuck.”

He couldn’t help but bring the camera up to get a full shot of you, mouth open and eyes fluttered closed, circling your finger over your clit and back arching the closer you got to your orgasm.

Lando let go of his camera, absentmindedly placing it to the side before he got both of his hands around your throat; feeling your vocal chords vibrate with the moan you let out as he yanked you upwards. You went easily, your free hand grabbing his but you weren’t trying to pry his fingers away from your throat. You were pushing into it, like you were silently begging him to put pressure and Lando was all too happy to comply.

The sudden tightness around him was like a punch to the stomach, your pussy rippling around his cock as you came with a choked off cry. His hips pushed against your ass, losing all sense as he came inside of you with a groan; listening to the sounds you made as you fell over the edge of oblivion.

Lando wasn’t too proud of the way he stumbled into you, letting you hold both your weights up as you came down from your orgasms but you didn’t say a word, only giggling between gasps of breath.

He unwound his fingers from your throat, sliding them around your torso with a content smile that he hid in the back of your neck.

“Those pictures are going on my jpg Instagram.” He said, voice slow and sleepy and you made a sound in your throat that sounded a lot like a protest.

“The hell they bloody are.” You turned your head over your shoulder, trying to glare at him but it was impossible to do so when he nuzzled your cheek. “Maybe one.”

“Two.” He said, like it was a negotiation.

“One.” You said, laughter in your voice as he squeezed you tighter to him. “But maybe you can change my mind.”

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