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a/n: figured you guys are bored with yn adoring oscar…so here’s more 🤭
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mercedesamgf1 check out georgerussell63’s australian starter pack, featuring our non-aussie expert…yourinsta 😉
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yourinsta thank you for the honorable expert title 🤭
landonorris how are you verified for this
danielricciardo don’t discredit my aussie protector
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username we clearly know why she is considered an expert 😩
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yourinsta you meant thongs?
georgerussell63 can I buy you Tim tams to shut you up?
yourinsta send ‘em in 🤭🤍
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yourinsta sorry, lewis. he said I’m his new favorite driverr now 🥰
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lewishamilton so no more roscoe play dates?
yourinsta i am buying roscoe more treats rn 😦😭
lewishamilton the veggie ones 👊
yourinsta obviously, i am his godmother 🩷
georgerussell63 he clearly haven’t met the most amazing mercedes driver enough yet
yourinsta are we hearing something? 😗
landonorris did you bribe him with tim tams
yourinsta you’re supposed to be on my side :(
landonorris if we’re against george then count me in 👊
username are we getting yn and oscar baby fever???
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lilymhe and I’m his favorite golfer??? 🥺
susie_wolff jack approved!!
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yourinsta no heart emoji for lily allowed in my comment section, albon
alex_albon where’s oscar 🤦♂️
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oscarpiastri track n’ media day, thank you! 👊🧡
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mclaren my favorite rookies (couple) 🧡
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username admins, please give us more ynos content 😩
mclaren mercedes collab when??
mercedes let me bring this to toto 🤞
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landonorris was it my camera or daniel’s?? 😒
yourinsta you’re forgetting that also have one, just admit that you’re jealous 😗
landonorris never 😎
danielricciardo i would like to be excluded from this narrative
yourinsta okay, but only because you’ve asked nicely (and you’re my honey badger) 🫶
lilymhe anyone having trouble distinguishing yn and oscar’s instagram?? 🤭
logansargeant there are two accounts??
oscarpiastri sorry that you had to find out this way 🤷♂️
yourinsta I’m so sorry for your lost, logan
yourinsta thank you 😘
oscarpiastri ❤️
yourinsta did you get the orange juice?
oscarpiastri yes, did you get your tim tams?
yourinsta yes 🫶
landonorris there’s a thing called dm, yn
yourinsta why are you only attacking me :(
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yourinsta she’s everything, and he’s just a boss 🤷♀️ love you susieeeee 🫶
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georgerussell63 i see, the shirt has gained popularity
yourinsta would you like my shirt, russell?
georgerussell63 no, thank you. give it to oscar, maybe he’ll wear it
landonorris he won’t take it off for 3 days already 😨
yourinsta send pics please landonorris 🤭
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georgerussell63 you can’t have them anymore 👊 yourinsta
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yourinsta please. you can have them, except oscar :(
logansargeant GIVE HIM BACK!! 🗣
yourinsta thank! you!
landonorris i thought i was your friend, ynn
yourinsta okay…I’ll have lando back too (cause Zak will be mad)
lilymhe no harassing my girl 😠
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lilymhe you’re welcomee 🩷
alex_albon are you asking for me back?
lilymhe maybe? (Yessss 😘)
landonorris mate, when is someone asking for me back?
carlossainz55 i can come and get you, lando
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mclaren pstt, driver(s) of the day post 👊🧡 (hi ynnnn 👋🫶)
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username not mclaren’s admin being obsessed with yn 🤭
username biggest shipper of the grid spotted
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landonorris I’m sorry for you loss, charles
charles_leclerc what??
I can not stop making them. lmk if y’all are bored 💀
like, reblog, inbox me, whatever if you liked it. if not, what are you even doing 🥱 jkk
today’s a great day to take care of yourself. stay hydrated!!
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Hi I hope you’re well!! I just read the new chapter of the cat sitter and ugh I love that series so fucking much!! I was listening to a song and just knew you could create this.
So it a Max x reader smau where the reader is a mega pop star. Like Taylor Swift big and all eyes are on her. She gets invited to an F1 race by Redbull and joins their after party and gets to meet Max. Unfortunately Max is still dating K*lly. Reader is completely enamored by Max and writes break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored literally released it the next week. Everyone is losing their fucking mind trying to figure out who it is. Max knows it’s about him and he’s playing it cool and breaks it off with K*lly and starts secretly dating reader. Reader drops an album full of love/spicy songs like Gorgeous, Lover, Dress, 34+35, Positions etc etc and fucking hard launches them. Thanks!! If this is way too long and convoluted feel free to ignore.
Can’t wait to read more of your work because you absolutely body smau, it’s so good and the meme reaction pictures you use *chefs kiss*
break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored ✧ max verstappen
max verstappen x fem! singer! reader
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I LOVE THIS IDEA!! thank you @todaynotseen for your request🤍
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username can’t wait to see her interactions with the drivers!
username i’m surprised that she even had the time to go to a race? i thought she was super busy with the tour😭
↳ username i hope she’s taking care of herself🥲
username THAT OUTFIT?!??! 😍😍
username im not saying that y/n is the most beautiful girl that has ever walked the earth but that is exactly what im saying 🤷🏻♂️
username Hey @/redbullracing, how about inviting someone who actually gets F1 for a change? I’m so sick of seeing a random celebrity who probably don’t know a thing about racing
↳ username uHM excuse me?!?? y/n’s brother has always been a big fan of f1 and she often goes with him to watch the races😭
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landonorris Max can’t stop singing your songs 😒
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fight for this love.
pairings: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader
warnings: nothing!
faceclaim: bella hadid.
summary: jude meets you at a promotional event for a brand you both have a deal with. after the first meeting, he’s smitten, but there is a problem. he never got your number.
— part three of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —
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vogue: gucci’s newest ambassador, footballer jude bellingham, spills the beans (no pun intended) on his fav outfit combo, his ideal type and his favourite kebab place back home in birmingham.
user1: NEED HIM SO BAD 😍😍😍😩😩😩
user8: brb going to buy out gucci rn.
user7: WAIT…. his ideal type???
-> user9: it’s lowkey kind of boring. specific but not specific. he says he loves girls who are focused, smart and have good relationships with their friends and family.
-> user7: check, check and CHECK 😩 brb calling up my deadbeat dad rq just for u jude 😘😍
user6: gucci king we love him.
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yourusername: gucci loves me and i love gucci ♥︎ thank u to the whole gucci team for having me alongside the other ambassadors at today’s event! it was so much fun!
oscarpiastri: you had the entire gucci catalogue to choose from and you still chose to dress like an ailing grandfather.
-> yourusername: drip or drown baby!
-> oscarpiastri: you’re the latter.
user1: i met you today at the gucci event!! you were so sweet. i was the one who gave u the bracelet! 🫶🏼
-> yourusername: yes!! thank u sm!! it was so cute and matched my outfit so well. i’m still wearing it!
logansargeant: when are you hooking me up with free gucci 🤨😒 we’ve been friends for more than a decade ms l/n….
-> yourusername: lemme work my magic 🙈✨
user78: she should have been a model instead of a formula one driver!! so pretty!! that bone structure 🤤
user7: did you see jude looking at her throughout the whole damn event? omg. he’s down bad.
-> user63: bro was simping 😭 i don’t blame him. i mean… it’s y/n.
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judebellingham: took these pics last night. whoever my midnight muse was, please message me.
oscarpiastri: i know her mate. it’s landonorris.
-> landonorris: yes ‘tis i, your gucci girl 🥰
logansargeant: it’s yourusername, man. thank you for this. now she’ll stop talking about you in the gc 🙄🙄
-> user7: american and british solidarity.
user8: need a man willing to do a worldwide search for me.
-> user26: commit a crime, flee and you’ll get a whole fleet of men doing that for you <3
user12: oh to be jude bellingham’s midnight muse.
user90: how does bro not know the current world champion and first female f1 driver to break many barriers in the sport?? like she’s a household name 😭
-> user25: chronically offline 😭
yourusername: hi!! it’s me! these photos are gorgeous! yes, please message me <3 also ignore oscar, logan and lando in your comments please. they have no home training.
-> logansargeant: you could have stopped me if you had given me the gucci u promised 🤨
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yourusername: i felt like my paddock outfit just wasn’t appreciated enough today.
oscarpiastri: this is all you post after your win?
-> yourusername: i put a lot of effort into this outfit! only charles said something. 😔
-> oscarpiastri: wow! y/n! jeans and a t-shirt! revolutionary!
-> yourusername: i’m gonna pretend that wasn’t sarcastic 😝🥰
user728: oscar doesn’t see the vision. this is super cute!!
user267: her posting this after she just hard launched her relationship with jude?!
-> user128: like girlie straight up jumped and kissed him after her win and hasn’t even acknowledged it???
judebellingham: u look so good.
-> user682: you couldn’t have texted her this shit? lmaoooooo.
user516: i appreciated it!!
-> yourusername: i love u sm 🫶🏼😍
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yourusername: tried to find out if blondes do truly have more fun. answer tbd.
— 📸 creds - my bf.
judebellingham: that’s ME in the caption btw.
-> yourusername: we know babe 😁🥰😝
gucci: i guess we’re matchmakers now?
-> logansargeant: YASSS 😩 now can i get free gucci or no 🤨
-> oscarpiastri: crazy emoji use man 😭 is it ever that serious.
judebellingham: i love you so much.
-> yourusername: love u forever. glad to be urs. 💕🫶🏻
user1: she ate this down we love a bad bitch and her supportive bf!
user71: him flying her out after she wins the championship!!! we love this for her!!
user16: why can’t i have a hot gf, be sexy, be rich, one of the most promising young athletes currently and be lounging on a beach somewhere…
-> user72: why can’t i have a hot bf, be sexy, be rich, one of the most promising young athletes currently and be lounging on a beach somewhere…
user68: we love a blonde moment!
-> yourusername: halfway through our holiday, i saw zendaya, rihanna and beyoncé go blonde and got extreme fomo.
-> judebellingham: she made me dye it. i was terrified.
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author’s note: reader here is heavily based off of what it would have been if nepo!sis reader was the driver instead of o/s but in that universe, she never would have dated lando. so… small blessings ig?
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I don’t have a great idea or prompt but your As You Wish Older!Eddie absolutely stopped me in my tracks and I think about him daily 😩 idk if you’d prefer a totally different universe to write older!eddie but I got thinking about As You Wish Eddie and just wondering what like a different night with him and reader maybe Pre-AYW where they’re a lil cuddly but shouldn’t be or post-AYW date night where things actually go well and it’s happy for them both and Eddie’s efforts are appreciated (looking at u Brittany 😒)
I swear, I didn't intend for this to be so long. Yet here we are. This is Pre-As You Wish. Thank you so much for this request! I love writing this little gang so much.
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“But I want one,” Luke says with an overdramatic sigh. He flops back on the couch, arm dropping above his head, reminding you of a swooning Southern Belle.
“You’re being silly,” you tell him, reaching down to ruffle his brown curls. “It’s not that I just said no, you can’t have one. There are literally no cupcakes in the whole house, kiddo.”
The five-year-old acts as if your words have wounded him, curling up himself and holding his chest with both hands as if he’s been stabbed. Where did he get this stuff?
“Will die without frosting!” Luke says weakly. You can’t help but laugh at his adorable antics as you kneel down near his head. There’s no doubt that he’s the most entertaining part of your job.
“Oh no,” you say, copying his dramatics. “We’re going to lose Luke!”
Without opening his eyes, Luke gives his head a nod, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth. The front door opens and your heart soars, though there’s a brief flash of panic that it’s not the parent of the children that you want to see. When the sound of heavy boots being kicked off reaches your ears, you relax, but stay in character for your game with Luke.
“Eddie, come quickly!” Your tone is teasing, and you throw him a smile over your shoulder to let him know that you’re only fooling around. Eddie’s smirk says he’s game to play along.
“What’s wrong with my boy?” Eddie says, faking a gasp and coming to kneel next to you at Luke’s side.
“He says he’s dying from lack of cupcakes,” you say, placing your hand on your heart.
“Frosting,” Luke grits out, making both you and Eddie hide snorts of laughter.
“Right. From lack of frosting,” you amend.
“It’s such a shame,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “If only he could hold on for two more days until his brother’s birthday.”
Luke pops open a bright blue eye, peeking at his father. “Oh yeah.”
“Oh yeah,” Eddie mimics his son’s voice, wrinkling up his nose.
“What kind of cake?” Luke asks, abandoning his theatrical game and sitting up on the couch.
“I’ll tell you if you give me a hug,” Eddie offers, and Luke launches himself at his dad. Eddie laughs and presses a kiss to his temple. “Vanilla cake. Vanilla icing.”
“Strawberry’s better,” Luke says.
“Then we’ll have that on your birthday,” Eddie says, mussing up the little boy’s hair before standing. “Where’s Ryan?”
“Taking a bath,” you say, standing up after him. “We finished his homework, and he said if he takes a bath now, he can read before bed instead.”
Eddie grins and shakes his head as he unzips the navy coveralls he’s wearing. Your eyes can’t help but trail his hands, rough and calloused from manual labor, pulling down the zipper so he can shrug his top half out of the garment.
Luke gets bored now that none of the attention is on him, so he scurries to his room to find something to keep him occupied.
“That kid,” Eddie says, his tone full of adoration for his oldest son. “I have no idea where he gets it. The brains, the books. Certainly not my genes.”
“Hey, you’re smart,” you argue with a pout. Eddie lets out a chuckle and walks to the kitchen, you hot on his heels. “I’m serious!”
“Sweetheart, I barely got out of high school. Can’t tell you the last time I read a book.”
“There are different types of intelligence, Eddie. I mean, last week! All I said to you was that my car was making a growling noise and within two minutes you knew what was wrong with it. Without even having to go outside and look at it. Jesus, I don’t even know the names for half the crap under the hood. And I guess I’ll just have to lend you a book, huh?”
Eddie smiles at you. A real, open face, full of teeth smile. You take a seat at the kitchen table, unsure if your wobbling knees would be able to hold you up after seeing that grin aimed at you.
“You’re the best,” he says. A warmth tingles all over your body at his praise. “You wanna stay for dinner?”
The answer to that question depends on what time it is. When your eyes scan over to the clock hanging on the wall and see Brittany is due home in five minutes, that makes the decision for you.
“Can’t,” you say, eyes sliding back to Eddie where he’s digging through the freezer. Probably in search of something to make. But you notice that he had been watching you, seeing you look over at the clock before answering.
“Probably have a paper you need to finish,” Eddie says, giving you an out as he resumes his search.
“Uh, yeah,” you say. But you still have those precious five minutes to be alone with Eddie and you don’t want to waste them. Your mind scrambles for something to talk to him about. “Should I bring Ryan’s present over tomorrow? Or do you want me to wait until Monday?”
Eddie’s brow pinches in a frown and he closes the freezer. “Why don’t you just bring it to the party?”
“His birthday party? Oh, I didn’t realize I was invited.”
Eddie stares at you incredulously. His jaw drops open and he lets out a laugh. “Of course you are. Britt never told you that?”
“No,” you say with a shrug.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie groans and rubs a hand over his hair. His tongue pokes out to lick over his lips before he speaks again. “I know she told me she invited you. Because I said I’d do it, then she said she’d handle it.”
“Maybe she forgot?” You try to give her the benefit of the doubt, but Eddie knows better. He doesn’t want to get into it with you, though. Lord knows you don’t need to hear about his marriage issues.
“Well, you are invited. And don’t worry, it’s not going to just be a bunch of little kids. We’re having a barbecue out back, around the pool. Some old friends of mine, my uncle, Britt’s sister and her family, and then a handful of Ryan’s friends. You can bring someone if you want. Your sister, friend, boyfriend, whatever.” Yeah, he was fishing for information that shouldn’t affect him either way, but here he was. Is he proud of it? No. Is he going to stop? Probably not. He knows he’s too attached to you but he’s convinced it can all be a fantasy in his head and everything will be fine. At least that’s what he tells himself.
“Yeah, I’m free Saturday,” you say. “Um, not sure if I’ll bring anyone. Probably not.” Your best friend, and roommate, knew about your feelings for Eddie, so that would just make you nervous she would accidentally spill the beans and ruin everything. There’s no way you were telling your sister about how you feel because she’d just tell you that you’re being stupid; that you’re a kid with a dumb crush. And maybe that’s true, but you didn’t need to hear it from her.
Pushing yourself up from the table, you grab your bag from the counter and slip it on your shoulder.
“See you tomorrow?” you ask.
“I’ll be here,” Eddie says, half of his mouth quirking up into a smile.
You shoot him one last smile over your shoulder before heading down the hallway to say goodbye to the kids.
Fridays are the days you only have one class, which means you get to sleep in a little longer than usual. Except for today, when the phone on your bedside table jars you out of your slumber, the piercing shrill going right through you.
“Who the hell,” you grumble to yourself as you push yourself up onto your elbows. Reaching over, your fingers graze the receiver and tug it to your ear. The anger at being awoken dissipates when you hear the telltale sign of machinery and tools clanging. Even before your favorite voice in the world answers your greeting. “Hello?”
“Hey! Oh shit, did I wake you up?” Eddie asks. You debate lying, but the hoarseness in your voice would call your bluff.
“Yeah, but it’s fine. My alarm was about to go off anyway.” That was a lie, but one he couldn’t catch you in. “What’s up? Boys okay? You okay?”
Both of you notice the lack of checking in on the last member of the family, but neither of you cares either. On his end of the phone, Eddie can’t help but grin to himself, trying to hide it from the other guys in the shop. First, your early morning voice was just about the cutest thing he’s ever heard, now your worry for him and the boys has his heart kicking up its pace.
“Yeah, everyone’s fine,” Eddie says. “Just wanted to ask a favor of you, if you don’t mind.”
“Anything.” You could slap yourself for how eagerly you said it. For all you know he’s going to ask you to spend the day with Brittany, which might actually kill you. But who are you kidding? You’d do it if he asked.
“Well,” Eddie says with a sigh. “Britt kind of dropped the ball. Again.”
It’s not a shock by any means. Squeezing your lips together, you internalize the sigh you so desperately want to let out and pinch the bridge of your nose.
“She, uh, was supposed to pick up Ryan’s cake from the bakery after work today, but apparently,” Eddie pauses here to huff a humorless chuckle, “she forgot to ever order it. Do you think you can swing by the grocery store and get some vanilla cake mix and vanilla frosting? Ryan didn’t know, thank God, so he won’t be disappointed that it’ll have to be homemade. The kids will want to help with it but by the time I get home there won't be enough time to bake it, let it cool, and frost it before they have to go to bed.”
“Oh, Eddie, of course,” you say. The boys loved baking; you know that from experience. Together you’d made countless cookies and brownies. “Do you need me to grab anything else from the store?”
“No, no, that’s all. And I’ll give you the money for it when I get home, I swear.”
“Eddie,” you say with a chuckle. “It’s fine, I can buy birthday cake ingredients for one of my two favorite little dudes.”
“Nope, you’re getting that money back,” Eddie says, and you just know there’s a smile on his face as he says it. You can practically hear it.
“I see why Luke is so stubborn,” you say as you lay back on your pillow. Maybe if you close your eyes and tug your soft purple blanket up to your chin, you can pretend you’re being a normal girl having a conversation with the guy she’s head over heels for. Not a conversation about your job with your boss, who has a wife, and is over ten years older than you. Just Eddie.
Eddie scoffs on the other end of the line, bringing a dopey grin to your face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. “That kid is nothing like me.”
“Ha!” you bark out, making Eddie laugh, the sound like a shot of whiskey hitting your bloodstream. “Pretty sure Luke isn’t your son, he’s your clone.” Literally, the fact that the five-year-old has blue eyes is the only noticeable difference.
“Okay, okay,” Eddie concedes. “I guess I better get back to work before my boss charges me for half the phone bill.”
“Bosses, right? Such a pain in the ass.”
“Listen, you little smartass,” Eddie says through a laugh, a blushing smile making your own cheeks hurt. “I’ll quit my job right now and take yours.”
“Trade you,” you say, knowing he has to get back to work but not wanting to let him go. “I’ll fix the cars.”
“All right,” Eddie says. “Just tell me where the carburetor is located.” Wrinkling up your nose, you stay silent, only proving Eddie’s point. “Uh huh,” he says, voice sounding smug. “So, I’ll go replace the brakes on this Honda and you’ll go to class, hit the grocery store, and take care of two little monsters for a few hours, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say. “I’m clearly the winner here.”
“You are,” Eddie agrees. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll see you later.”
The term of endearment isn’t new. He’s called you that countless times, along with a variety of other nicknames. He’s probably even said it over the phone to you before, you’re not sure. But the part that’s currently giving you the feeling of pop rocks exploding in your stomach is that anyone who can hear him on the phone at work right now probably thinks he’s talking to his wife. Or girlfriend if they don’t know he’s married. But he said it to you. Something about it makes you feel giddy.
“Bye, Eddie.”
“Bye,” Eddie drags out the word before the line goes dead.
After starting your day off by talking to Eddie, you don’t feel the need for your usual cup of coffee. You’re already wide awake. The day seems to be better than a usual Friday, an extra pep in your step that you can only think of one explanation for. Class seemed more interesting, traffic didn’t seem as bad, even finding a parking spot at the notoriously crowded grocery store was easier.
Strolling down the baking aisle to find the supplies you need, you hum along to the cheery pop tune playing over the store’s speakers. Your eyes scan over the shelves and snag on a box of vanilla cake mix. Dropping that into your basket, you search for the matching frosting. As you look at all the baking supplies in front of you, the sprinkles catch your eye. Which leads you to looking at the tubes of food gel that you can write on cakes with. Pursing your lips as you look it over, you shrug and think, what the hell? The sprinkles and food gel get added to the shopping basket. Now all you’re missing is the vanilla frosting. Which you discover was right in front of your face the whole time, making you roll your eyes at yourself as you snatch it off the shelf. Purposefully keeping the grocery bag in the backseat, and not in the trunk, your next stop is to pick up the munchkins from school.
The pickup line at the elementary school is long, but you don’t mind. It usually moves pretty quickly, and the radio station is currently playing Billy Joel. Eddie teases you all the time about your love for the singer of Piano Man, but he does at least admit that the man is talented.
Two bright faces come up to the windows of your gold car, Ryan grinning and waving, and Luke hooking his pointer fingers into his mouth and pulling them wide while sticking his tongue at you. Leaning across the center console as much as you can with your seatbelt still on, squishing up your face and sticking your tongue out in turn. Luke giggles and opens the backseat, climbing in and over the bag to sit behind you.
“What’s this?” Luke asks as Ryan climbs in behind him.
“For Ryan’s birthday,” you say, smiling at him over your shoulder. “We’re making a cake when we get home.”
They both cheer as you pull away from the curb and towards the exit off of school property.
Having baked with them before, you knew it could get crazy. Flour usually ends up all over the three of you and the floor. Eggshells seem to get in the batter no matter how much you try to avoid that. But making Ryan’s cake has them amped up to a whole new level.
“Luke, not yet!” You hold the bowl above his head so he can’t pour in the oil that’s not supposed to be added until after the eggs. Mixing a bowl that’s at eye level with you is a difficult task, you find.
“I got the pans!” Ryan holds up the two round pans that will bake the layers of his cake.
“Perfect. Can you spray them?”
“With this?” Ryan asks, holding up the non-stick spray can.
“Yes, sir,” you tell him as you set the bowl down on the counter. “Okay, Luke. Now you can add the oil.”
Once the cake is in the oven, you clean up as best you can while the boys work on their homework at the kitchen table. You’re sweeping the powdery substance off the floor when Luke asks how you spell your name. Going slowly so he can focus and write it down, you tell him.
“Why?” you ask. “What’s it for?”
“Homework,” Luke states simply.
“What’s your homework about?” you ask.
“Gotta draw and write the names of my family.”
The broom stalls in your hands at his words. Quickly, you sweep up the debris and walk to look at Luke’s paper over his shoulder. There you are. All the way to the left of the paper, right next to Eddie. It goes, you, Eddie, Luke, Ryan, and Brittany. At the bottom there’s a brown blob. You’re not sure what it is, but your mind is a little occupied with the idea that Luke considers you part of the family. The pressure of warm tears presses behind your eyes, but you refuse to let them come any further. Not sure if he’d understand your affection through words, you bend down and press a few kisses to the top of his dark brown curls.
“What’s that?” you ask, pointing to the spot at the bottom of his paper.
“My dog,” Luke says with a sigh.
“Is it invisible?” you ask, making a show of looking around the kitchen.
“No,” Luke says with his boyish giggle. His little legs swing underneath the table since they’re too short to touch the ground. “The dog I want.”
“He needs a name too, you know,” you say, tapping at the blank space where the name should go.
“She!” Luke looks up at you, frown pinching his adorable features. “I want a girl dog.”
“My apologies,” you say, bowing your head to the miniature Eddie. “She needs a name, then.”
“Nala!”
“Like The Lion King?” you ask.
“Yes!”
Once you help Luke sound out the name so he can add it to his paper, you take a look and see how Ryan’s homework is coming along.
“Look at you, whizzing through these math problems,” you say, ruffling his honey brown hair. “Little genius over here.”
He gives you a bashful smile and goes back to his work. The boys finish up just as the timer tells you that the cakes are done. Carefully removing them with the ugliest blue and brown checkered oven mitts you’ve ever seen, you place both round pans on top of the stove and turn off the oven.
“Now the icing?” Luke asks.
“Not yet,” you say, slipping off the mitts. “They have to cool first. But do you wanna see what I bought to decorate them?”
Both little boys kneel on the chairs, laying the top half of their bodies on the table so they can watch you unpack the grocery bag. Luke’s eyes widen when he sees the can of frosting and you’re pretty sure there’s some drool forming in the corner of his mouth. The sprinkles make Ryan happy, his face lighting up and grabbing the jar.
“So many colors,” he says as he turns the jar around, tilting the sprinkles so he can watch them slide from side to side. The last thing you unpack is the writing gel and neither kid seems to care.
“What is it?” Luke asks.
“You use it to write on the cake,” you say, flipping the box over and showing them the picture on the back. “We can write ‘Happy Birthday, Ryan!’ on it.”
“We can write anything?” There’s a mischievous glint in Luke’s eye that has you raising an eyebrow on him.
“What is it that you want to write?” you ask.
“Butt,” Luke says, a throaty and immature laugh coming out of him.
“No,” you say. “Maybe you can convince Daddy to let you write than when it’s your birthday cake.”
“That’s so far away!” Luke says, flopping back in his chair dramatically.
“Are you coming to my party?” Ryan asks as he slides out of his seat.
“Sure am, buddy.” You pat the top of your head as he walks by you to get a drink from the fridge. “You excited?”
“Eh,” Ryan says with a shrug of his small shoulders.
“Eh? Why eh?” you ask, frowning at him.
“My cousins are gonna be there,” Ryan answers before taking a sip of water. “They’re mean.”
“Just Sasha,” Luke says to his brother. “Nat and Dmitri are nice.”
“I guess,” Ryan says.
“Are these Mom’s sister’s kids?” you ask, taking a seat at the table.
“Yeah,” Ryan says. He walks over and leans against you, so you wrap your arm around him and press a kiss to his forehead.
“But there’s gonna be lots of other people there,” you tell him. “It’s going to be so much fun!”
A small smile comes to Ryan’s face, and he nods his head. You’d personally keep this Sasha away from Ryan if you had to. He deserves to have fun at his birthday party, not worry about what some mean kid might say.
“Okay,” you say, patting Ryan’s arm. “Who wants to play Hungry Hungry Hippos while we wait for the cake to cool?”
Of course they did, so that’s what you spend the next hour doing. The first time, you let them win. But after that, they were beating you just on their own pure speed. It looked like Luke was going to crack the back of the orange hippo.
Standing up once another round has finished, you walk over to the cake to see if it’s still too warm. It’s down to room temperature so you help the boys clean up the game before setting the decorating items on the kitchen table.
There’s a stereo just on the other side of the wall of the kitchen, in the living room. Decorating calls for some music, you decide, so you open your purse and find the mixed tape that your friend made for you. Usually, mixed tapes are just that: a mixture. But this one was made up of only Billy Joel songs; your favorites all on one convenient tape. First making sure that the thin glossy material of the tape is all on the left side, showing it’s been rewound, you click the tape into place and press play. The opening notes play as you make your way back into the kitchen.
What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?
Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?
Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?
Welcome back to the age of jive
Luke starts to dance in the middle of the kitchen, mostly consisting of head bobs and moving his shoulders back and forth, but it’s still cute. Keeping one eye on his theatrics, you bring the cakes over to the kitchen table and set each on a plate. The pop topped from the frosting, the gel tubes out of their box, and sprinkle jar ready to rock and roll, you put two plastic knives on the table for the boys to use.
You're just scooping a large dollop on the top of each cake when the front doorknob jingles and all three of your heads turn in that direction. Eddie steps inside and tosses his keys down. He takes a step towards your direction but halts mid step as he sees the three of you looking at him.
“Hi?”
Luke slides down from his seat and runs to his dad, Eddie scooping him up effortlessly under his armpits and holding the little boy against his chest.
“Daddyyyy!” he roars.
“Luuuuuke,” Eddie answers, deepening his voice to match the one Luke tried to use. Eddie’s head turns towards the stereo and then he looks at you, eyes narrowed and a smirk on his lips. “You’re subjecting my children to Billy Joel now?”
“They deserve to hear what good music sounds like,” you answer with your own smirk. Truthfully, you love the music that Eddie listens to, it’s just fun to mess with him.
“Daddy, do you wanna help decorate?” Ryan asks, eyes wide with hope. Eddie could never say no to that face.
“Sure thing, buddy,” Eddie says as he sets Luke down. “Just let me get cleaned up and changed.”
As he heads down the hall, Luke climbs back onto his chair and starts to smooth the white icing around on the yellow cake.
“More,” Luke says.
“I don’t think so,” you say, eyeing the cake in front of him. “That’s plenty. Just move it around more.”
He lets out a huff, sounding just like his father.
“This good?” Ryan asks. His cake is completely covered on the top, now just the sides need to be done.
“Good job,” you tell him.
Eddie comes back into the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hung low on his hips and a gray t-shirt, arm tattoos on full display for you to enjoy. There’s nothing inherently sexy about the clothes but seeing them on Eddie is making you feel hot all over. He takes a seat at the table, next to Ryan, and looks over the sprinkles and colored gel.
“You didn’t have to get all this,” Eddie says to you, but you just wave him off.
“I knew he’d like it and I was right.”
“Okay, seriously, how much do I owe you?” Eddie asks.
“Nothing,” you say with a laugh. “Keep your money and ice your son’s birthday cake.”
Eddie smirks and gives you a mocking salute before picking up a knife to help Ryan cover the sides. Once both cakes are sufficiently coated, Eddie stacks them, and you touch up any frosting that got messed up.
The song on the stereo changes to Just the Way You Are and the slow melody has Luke closing his eyes and swaying in his seat, making you chuckle. Ryan picks up the sprinkles and makes them rain down, colored speckles brightening up the plain white dessert.
Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair, mmm
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care
Little fingers grab your hand and pull. Turning towards Luke, you see him trying to pull you over to the middle of the kitchen.
“What?” you ask as you get up and go where he leads you. Once he gets you where he wants you, he keeps a hold of your hand in his and wraps his other arm around the back of your thighs, since it’s the only part of you he can really reach. He starts to sway back and forth, and it dawns on you that he’s trying to slow dance with you. The adoring grin on your face as you look down at the little boy has your cheeks hurting for the second time today. His big blue eyes return your gaze, his own smile just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Luke quickly tires of the slowness, letting go of you and drifting back to the table to try his own hand at the sprinkles.
“Hey!” you say, jutting your lower lip out at Luke for abandoning you on the dance floor.
Ryan’s pouting next to him, where he’s still trying to get sprinkles to stick to the side of the cake.
“You can’t just leave her there!” Ryan says to his little brother. He looks down at his sticky little hands and then back to you. His mind must deduce that he can’t dance with you like this. Plus, he’s still working. “Daddy, you dance with her.”
Eddie’s eyes widen for a second as he looks at Ryan, but the look is quickly gone, replaced by that damn smile that drives you crazy. The man rises from his seat and takes a few steps over to you and you feel like your heart might actually explode. Is he really going to dance with you? This has to be a dream.
Eddie extends his hand to you, which you don’t hesitate to take. He pulls you to him, causing you to giggle and a flush to move up your cheeks. One strong arm wraps around your waist and you think that this just might be the best moment of your life. His other hand, rough and calloused from years of manual labor, holds your smaller, softer hand. When you drape your other arm over his shoulder, hand so close yet so far from the curls at the base of his neck that you always want to play with, Eddie starts to sway back and forth with you. Feeling his body pressed against yours, arm wrapped around your body, hand holding yours, you begin to feel lightheaded. It’s because your breathing has sped up, you realize, and you have to manually take control of your lungs, telling them to inhale longer and exhale fully.
A surprised giggle leaves your lips as Eddie lets go of your waist and twirls you around by your hand. He’s smiling when you turn back around to face him, his eyes bright and shining.
I said I love you, that's forever
And this I promise from the heart, mmm
I couldn't love you any better
I love you just the way you are, right
The emotion of the lyrics as Eddie pulls your body back against his has you feeling like you’re underwater. Everything is in slow motion and sounds are garbled, but it’s perfect. You’re sure your skin is on fire and you’re not sure how Eddie isn’t scalding his hands on you.
Eddie looks down at you as you dance, his dark brown eyes locked on yours, never looking away. Normally, you’d shrink from anyone looking at you this intently, but it’s Eddie. It feels flattering and warm and intimate in a way that you don’t know how to describe. There’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing. First you danced with Luke, then his dad, at Ryan’s insistence. It’s completely innocent.
As the song comes to a close, Eddie dips you, grip tightening on you as you squeal at the surprise. He chuckles and pulls you back up to your feet. When he takes his hands off you, you feel suddenly cold. Like something is missing. Eddie bends at the waist, bowing to you, so you give him a curtsy in return.
“That’s how you dance with a lady,” Eddie says, giving a playful, barely-there smack on the back of Luke’s head. “Gonna have to teach you to be a gentleman, I see.”
Luke ignores him, finishing up his sprinkle job, but you think there are more sprinkles on Luke than the cake. Ryan hands you a red tube of writing gel, and Eddie a yellow. He has the green one gripped in his small hand.
“Okay, I want you to write ‘Happy,’” Ryan tells his dad before turning to you. “And I want you to write ‘Birthday.’ I’m gonna write my name.”
Following his instructions, Eddie goes first. He takes his time, tongue poking out in concentration as the yellow gel slips out, curling into the letters weaved by Eddie’s hands in the air. When it’s your turn, you realize you have the longest word to write. As you’re halfway through, the song changes to Uptown Girl and a smile ticks onto your face.
“My favorite,” you say as you curl the H in birthday. It comes out looking pretty good if you do say so yourself. Ryan takes his time with his name as well. Glancing over to Eddie, you see he’s staring off into space, zoned out, mind far away.
Uptown girl
You know I can't afford to buy her pearls
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She'll understand what kind of guy I've been
And then I'll win
The beginnings of a smile twitch at one corner of Eddie’s mouth and you’d give anything to know what he’s thinking about so intently.
“Done!” Ryan announces, breaking Eddie from his trance.
“It looks great, buddy,” Eddie says, patting his oldest son on the back. “Let’s put it in the fridge now.”
Ryan nods and Eddie’s careful in carrying the plate. You open the refrigerator door for him, and he slides it on the top shelf.
“There we go,” Eddie says as you close the fridge. He looks over and sees Luke covered in frosting, sprinkles, and somehow the gel, even though he didn’t touch it. “Luke, you need to go take a bath.”
The boy pouts but slides off the chair and walks down the hallway.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Luke!” you call before he can get into the bathroom.
“Okay! Bye!” he calls back.
“Come on, Ry,” Eddie says. “Help me clean up.” Eddie grabs the sponge and groans, shooting you a playful glance. “Can't believe you made a mixtape of just Billy Joel.”
“I didn’t make it,” you say, grabbing the kitchen towel and swatting Eddie with it. “My friend Paul made it for me.”
“Oh?” Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow. Ryan takes the can of icing off the table along with the gel tubes, and Eddie runs the sponge over the green tiled table. “Paul, huh? You know, guys usually make mixtapes for girls they like.”
“Mm,” you hum, cheeks warming. “Love songs, I believe. And Paul’s majoring in music so he makes tapes for everyone.”
Eddie’s tempted to tell you that you should have Paul introduce you to new music, but he can’t bring himself to suggest you spend time with another guy. A college guy, especially, your own age and who you probably hang out with. His grip tightens on the sponge, the water and suds squishing between his fingers.
“Making a mess, Dad,” Ryan says with a giggle, poking at a bubble one of the suds produces.
“Go wash up with your brother, okay?” Eddie says. Ryan stops in front of you and holds his arms out for a hug, which you eagerly return.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I can't wait.”
Ryan grins up at you when you release him from your arms. “Me neither! Bye.”
“Bye, sweetie,” you say, giving him a wave as he heads down the hallway. Towel still in your hands, you wipe down the table with it as Eddie puts the sponge back in the sink. The next Billy Joel tune is on and you’re humming it to yourself before you start to sing along.
Who knows how much further we'll go on
Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone
I'll take my chances
I forgot how nice romance is
I haven't been there for the longest time
There’s a smile on your face as you sing the words, the lyrics bringing Eddie to mind. Not that he isn’t always on your mind.
“Sing those lyrics to Paul?” Eddie asks.
With a frown, you turn to face him. “No. Paul and I aren’t anything. Why?”
“You had a lovesick expression on your face,” Eddie says, his voice a little harder than usual. Did you really have your emotions playing across your face like that?
“Oh, Eddie,” you say with an over dramatic sigh. “It’s just because I love Billy Joel so much.”
Eddie flicks a few water droplets at you, and you giggle when they hit your face.
“God, I’m gonna puke,” Eddie says, trying, and failing, to conceal a playful smile.
“What?” you ask, giving him wide innocent eyes. “You don’t like Billy Joel? Huh, well that’s okay, Eddie.” You walk over to your purse and start to rifle through it, Eddie’s eyes tracking your every movement. “Here, maybe this will be better.” New cassette clutched in your hand, you go over to the stereo and stop the Billy Joel tape.
Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow as he waits for you to switch to whatever God awful – he can only assume – music you’re going to put on. The new tape snaps back into the stereo and you’re strolling back in the kitchen to drop the Billy Joel tape back in your bag as the opening notes on this particular tape start.
“No,” Eddie says, eyes narrowing at you when he starts to recognize the song. You pay no mind to him as you zip your purse back up, singing along with the lyrics as they start.
Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home
“You’re honestly subjecting me to Madonna?” Eddie’s eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his skull. Ignoring his words this time, you keep singing along and twirl until you’re standing right in front of Eddie. Looking up at him with a mischievous smile, you grab his hands in yours and try to get him to dance along. He refuses, but you just keep standing there in front of him, moving your hips back and forth as you keep singing.
When you call my name, it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
Eddie’s breath catches in his chest. The image the lyrics evoke in his mind is not something he should be thinking about – let alone with you right in front of him.
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
The line keeps repeating in his head on a loop accompanied by the image of you on your knees in front of him. Looking up from below him, your beautiful eyes wide and your lips pouted. Fuck. Why did he decide to put sweatpants on? Shit, he needs to get out of the kitchen before you can see his boner.
“Uh, those two have been in the bathroom a dangerously long time,” Eddie says. Mercifully, you stop moving your perfectly sculpted hips when he speaks, giving Eddie a moment to compose himself a bit more. “Better go make sure they’re all washed up before I start dinner.”
“Okay,” you say, taking a few steps back from him to go collect your tape from the stereo. You pop it back in your purse and slide the bag onto your shoulders.
“See you tomorrow?” Eddie asks, turning his body towards the hall to better hide himself. “Party’s at one.”
“I can come by early and help set up?”
Even when desperately trying to usher you out of the house, he’s anxious to get you to come back as soon as possible. “Sure. Twelve? Little after?”
“I’ll be here,” you tell him, giving him a smile that’s not doing any favors for the hard on in his pants.
He gives you a smile in return, along with a wave before he heads down the hall to the bathroom where the critters are probably making a mess.
As if picking out a bathing suit to wear for any other occasion wasn’t frustrating enough, now you have to pick one that Eddie would see you in. Impossible as it was, you managed to pick one. It’s a one-piece dark green suit with cut outs along the sides, exposing the sides of your ribs. It became the winning suit mostly because of how well it holds your boobs up, though. The girls are on display, but not about to fall out of your suit. A pair of denim shorts and a faded white t-shirt are your choices to throw on top of it. You scoop up Ryan’s gift and head out the door.
When you park your car in front of the Munson residence you can tell the backyard is being set up. Luke’s loud voice sounds from around the house, chattering away to who you can only assume is Eddie. The sound of patio chairs scraping against the pool deck drowns out the little boy’s voice, but you hear Eddie hum in agreement with something he said. Just that little sound from Eddie has an involuntary smile spreading on your face and you head to the side of the house where the gate to the backyard is located.
“Luke, can you move that chair over? The one by the grill.”
Eddie catches sight of you as you come around the corner of the house. His face lights up and it almost causes you to trip over your own sandals. When he goes to open his mouth to say hello, you hold your finger up to your lips, eyes darting towards Luke and back again. Eddie nods, a smirk playing over his lips. Slowly so as not to make a sound, you put Ryan’s gift down on the table closest to you and kick off your shoes. Luke’s back is still turned as you tiptoe closer to him. Striking, you reach out and snatch the small boy in your arms, hugging him to your chest. Squeals escape his tiny frame as he wriggles in your arms, and you press kisses to his cheek.
“Got you!” you call over his laughter.
Eddie’s chuckling as he watches the two of you, untangling a string at the end of a “Happy Birthday” banner.
“You scared me!” Luke says.
“That was the point,” you say as you tickle his sides. He wiggles his way out of your grip and gives you a playful push. You pretend to stumble back, as if his strength was just too much for you. The triumphant look on his face melts your heart and you just want to snatch him up again. But before you can, Eddie’s voice calls for you.
“What’s up?” you ask, strolling over to the man.
“This ladder is kind of wobbly, can you hold it for me while I hang up the sign?” he asks.
“I can do it,” you say, holding your hand out for the banner.
“You sure?” Eddie asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” you say. “I trust you holding the ladder more than I do me.”
“If you insist.” He hands over the sign and you climb a few rungs up the ladder. Eddie’s hands hold the ladder on either side of your body, and he feels his cheeks flush when your ass is right at his eye level. Giving himself just a moment to enjoy the view, he decides not to be a perv and look up to where you’re securing the banner above the back door.
“How’s it look?” you ask.
Your ass? Perfect, he thinks to himself.
“Uh, looks good,” Eddie says. You climb down and are boxed in by the older man’s arms as he still holds on to the ladder. His lips quirk to the side as your eyes meet his. “Looks, um, really good.”
Eddie bites his bottom lip, only breaking his trance when the back door opens, and he instinctively wraps his arm around you to tug you out of its way. The door bangs against the ladder and Ryan winces as he steps outside. He’s about to apologize when his eyes take in you standing there. The fear in Eddie screams that Ryan’s eyes went wide because his arm is around you, so he quickly drops it. But really, Ryan is just excited to see you. He runs over and throws his arms around your middle, burying his face in your stomach.
“Hey, you! Happy birthday, Ryan.”
“Thank you!” Ryan pulls back, giving you a grin.
Eddie folds the ladder in and picks it up, your eyes immediately drawn to his muscles flexing in his Iron Maiden tee that he probably cut the sleeves off of himself.
“Luke!” Brittany shouts from inside and it seems like all four of you in the backyard tense at the sound. Her footsteps are quickly approaching the back door and Luke groans, shuffling himself closer to you and Ryan. The door hinges squeak and Ryan’s grip tightens around you.
“There you are,” Brittany says, eyes locking on her youngest son. Her eyes glance briefly over to you, then back to Luke. “Hi.”
It takes a moment before you realize she was talking to you. “Uh, hi, Brittany.”
“Luke, come inside and help me. Eddie, you need to get the towels out of the linen closet.”
“Okay,” Eddie says. He ruffles Luke’s hair and prods him along to follow his mom inside.
“Need me to do anything out here?” you ask.
“Uh…” Eddie slips his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and looks around the patio. “Not gonna light the grill til people start getting here. Chairs and tables are all set up. Oh!” He snaps his fingers and walks over to pull a box off of one of the deck chairs. “Can you put the birthday tablecloths on the tables?”
“Of course.” Bending down, you press a kiss to the top of Ryan’s head. “I put your present right over there. Wanna take it inside?”
“Yes!”
For the next forty-five minutes you help the Munson’s around the house, setting up decorations, putting the snacks into bowls, and trying to keep Luke from shaking Ryan’s gifts around to try and figure out what’s inside. You're pulling the burgers and hotdogs out of the fridge in preparation for Eddie to grill when the man in question walks into the kitchen, Iron Maiden shirt still on, but his jeans exchanged for a pair of silver swim trunks.
“Where are the boys?” he asks.
“Getting changed into their bathing suits,” you say as you knock the fridge closed with your hip.
The doorbell rings and Eddie heaves a sigh. “And so it begins.” He heads out to answer it and comes back in with an older man whom you recognize from photographs. Still, Eddie introduces the two of you.
“This old geezer is my Uncle Wayne,” Eddie says, playful smirk set on his pretty lips.
“Ah, you must be the young lady the boys are always talking about.”
Wayne offers his hand which you shake with a polite smile on your face. Eddie hopes neither of you notice the pink tinge over his cheekbones because he knows he’s guilty of talking about you more than he probably should.
“I guess that’s me,” you say.
“Grandpa!” Luke runs in and launches himself at the older man. Wayne laughs and catches the young boy, swinging him up into his arms.
“There’s my troublemaker,” Wayne says.
“Fitting nickname,” you say with a giggle and Luke sticks his tongue out at you.
“Tongue to yourself,” Eddie says, tugging on one of Luke’s curls.
Over the next hour you’re introduced to so many people that you sincerely hope no one expects you to remember them all. There’s Brittany’s sister Sandy and her three children (that you can already tell are a handful), Eddie’s friend Dustin that you’ve heard so much about, and you definitely remember Steve Harrington—because he’s so handsome.
“Hi,” you say, offering Steve your hand to shake. His wife Nancy and their four kids have already come in and gone out to the backyard, but Steve was lagging behind since he was getting the presents out of the car.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Steve says, shooting you a smile. Maybe it’s his old high school insecurities kicking in, but Eddie quickly claps Steve on the back and sends him out by the pool.
But your favorite people you think you’ve today are also old friends of Eddie’s from high school. They came into the house bickering, but somehow it was in an adoring way that let you know it was them showing affection for one another. The man was tall, taller than both Eddie and Steve, and had an infectious smile. His wife had her fiery red hair up in a high ponytail and their baby in her arms.
“This is Lucas, Max, and little baby Tiffany,” Eddie tells you. Tiffany looks up at you with wide dark eyes, a gleeful expression on her chubby little face.
“Oh, she’s precious,” you coo, smiling at the happy little girl. “How old is she?”
“Eight months,” Lucas says, looking adoringly at his daughter.
You end up sitting with the little family outside by the pool, on a deck chair next to Max while she holds the giggling baby in her lap. Ryan is happy, splashing away in the pool with his friends. It warms your heart to see the normally quiet boy laughing so loudly and having the time of his life. Eddie’s at the grill, flipping hamburgers and surrounded by Dustin, Steve, and Lucas. You’ve never seen Eddie with his friends before. He’s relaxed, spatula in his hand, and an easy smile on his face. They’re all laughing at something Dustin said and it brings joy to your face.
“Oh, shit,” Max says from next to you, drawing your attention away from Eddie.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, turning to face her.
“I left her favorite pacifier in the car,” she answers with a sigh.
“Do you want me to go get it?” you offer.
“I’m not sure where it is in there.” Max stands, holding Tiffany on her hip. “Would you mind holding her while I go check?”
“Not at all,” you say, a smile on your face as the little girl beams at you. Max hands her over and her tiny fingers go right up to your mouth, making you giggle.
“I should be back in five minutes. But Lucas is over there if you need him.”
“Oh, we’ll be fine,” you assure her, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s my job.”
Max gives you a smile before heading back into the house.
“Well, hello, Miss Tiffany,” you say, holding her on your hip. She babbles in the language of babies, and you tilt your head. “I know. I agree.”
Eddie looks up from the grill to say something to Steve, but over his friend’s shoulder he catches sight of you holding Tiffany. It feels like his heart is going to liquify and melt right out of his chest. He’s always wanted a baby girl. But he also did not want to have any more children with Brittany. But seeing you, the girl he has a completely inappropriate crush on, holding a baby girl? Smoke is going to start coming out of his ears, joining that from the grill.
“Uh, Steve, watch the grill for me? Just gotta ask what some people want to eat.” Eddie’s not even really looking at Steve as he shoves the spatula in his hand, moving past his group of friends and walking over to you. As he gets closer, he can hear you talking to Tiffany in that squeaky voice all adults seem to talk to young children in. The baby is giggling and waving her little hands around and it makes Eddie smile.
“Well, seems like you made a new friend,” Eddie says, coming to stand beside you so he can admire the girl as well.
“And she’s just the sweetest little thing,” you say, still in the baby talk voice. Tiffany starts to fuss a little in your arms, but you’re quick to readjust her position and hike her up a little higher on your hip. It seems to have done the trick because she rests her head on your chest and looks up at Eddie with her large dark eyes.
“Hey there, Tiffany,” Eddie says. She blinks at him, dark eyelashes kissing her cheek.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” you ask.
“Absolutely,” Eddie says, eyes glancing at you.
“I want one,” you say, only half joking. As if Eddie couldn’t want you any more than he already did, you had to go and say that. He can’t help it, he leans in and brushes a soft touch over Tiffany’s thin brown hair on the top of her head, Eddie’s head practically resting on your shoulder as he does it. He wants this so bad it hurts. His heart is in a vice grip and every day the handle seems to turn it even tighter.
It’s affecting you as well. You’ve always wanted kids and loved being around them. It’s why you became a babysitter to begin with. But holding this sweet little girl with Eddie standing so close to you? You can’t help it, you close your eyes and let the fantasy take hold that this is your and Eddie’s baby in your arms. The warmth of his body is radiating over to you and the baby lays gently against your breast. The boys are having fun in the pool, and this is your little family.
“Got it.” Max’s voice breaks you out of your illusion. She’s brandishing a green pacifier in the air as if it’s a trophy, the prize she’s been searching for. As soon as Tiffany catches sight of the pacifier, it gains all of her attention. She makes grabby hands for it and Max is quick to pop it into her mouth.
“Thank you so much,” Max says as she takes the baby from your arms.
“Not a problem. She was a little angel,” you tell her.
“She gets that from me.” Max smirks at Eddie, as if she’s expecting his bark of laughter even before he does it.
“Uh huh,” Eddie says. “Check that red hair again, I’m sure you’ll find some horns growing beneath it.”
“I’d flip you off if my child wasn’t in my arms,” Max says.
“Then thank you, Tiffany,” Eddie says, leaning in towards the baby. She reaches out and tugs on one of Eddie’s curls.
“See? She said that’s what you get for talking like that about her mom,” Max says.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says. “What do you want to eat?” He then asks you and pats your shoulder before walking back over to the grill.
The kids aren’t thrilled when they have to come out of the water to eat, because they know they’ll have to wait for a half hour afterwards before they can go back in. But Eddie had been prepared for that level of boredom from these rambunctious rugrats and had a few games set up for them on the back lawn. It wasn’t much, but the kids seemed to enjoy playing with the bean bag toss and the horseshoes.
Once the half hour is up, you’re ambushed by Ryan who insists you come in the pool. Trying to tell him that you don’t want to seems futile since he has the double advantage of having those adorable puppy dog eyes and the fact that it’s his birthday on his side. He cheers when you agree, and the sound draws the attention of his father who had been talking with Wayne. But his gaze has been captured elsewhere when he sees you strip your white shirt over your head, revealing the green swimsuit beneath. When you bend over to take off your denim shorts, Eddie loses all coherent thought in his head. You turn to face Ryan fully, which also has you facing Eddie head on. His eyes take in every inch of you. From the way the bathing suit lifts your already impressive breasts, how the cutouts on the side of the suit tease him with glimpses of your soft, smooth skin, to the way the material hugs your hips just right and your long legs are left bare. They look so inviting and the only thought that goes through Eddie’s mind is that he wants to mark them up. Make that soft skin turn purple and red under his adoring mouth.
You follow Ryan into the pool, taking one step at a time. The deeper you get, the colder it gets, so your muscles tense as you wade into your waist. Eddie chuckles as he sees you gritting your teeth, your shoulders pulled up to your ears, and your arms held just above the water, but not touching.
Luke swims over and throws himself at you, making you squeal as the water from his body and the splash send goosebumps down your skin.
“S’cold,” you say to Luke who only giggles in return. You wrap your arms around his small waist as he clings to you, arms coming up to encircle your neck.
“Throw me?” Luke asks.
“Yeah?” you ask, and he nods his head wildly, wet curls bouncing and shaking water everywhere.
Moving your hands to the sides of his tummy, you bend your knees to coil your energy up before tossing the five-year-old into the deep end of the pool. He makes a splash, showering some of the other kids in the pool–who you were careful to avoid when throwing him. Luke pops back up, laughing as he shakes the water from his head like a dog coming out of the bath.
“Not far enough!” he shouts as he swims back over to you.
“Well, sor-ry,” you say, wrinkling up your nose at him.
“Daddy throws me farther,” Luke says.
“Well, your daddy is stronger than I am.”
“Daaaaaaddy!”
You wince at Luke’s volume, him taking full advantage of not having to use his inside voice.
“Luuuuke,” Eddie replies, strolling over to the edge of the pool, hands on his hips.
“Can you come throw me?” Luke asks, treading water. He has to squint his blue eyes in the sunlight to see his father semi clearly.
“Didn’t I just see you flying in the air?” Eddie asks, gesturing towards the deep end of the pool.
“Apparently, I’m not strong enough to throw him as far as he wants to go,” you say, tilting your head as you look up at Eddie, attempting not to ogle him.
“This kid and his high standards,” Eddie says with a sigh. He reaches down, whips his shirt off, and all attempts not to blatantly stare become futile. The muscles rippling in his lithe frame as he tosses the shirt back onto an empty chair have you biting your lip to keep in an inappropriate noise.
Eddie steps forward, letting himself just drop into the pool with an effortless grace. It causes a large splash that smacks both you and Luke in the face but judging by the smirk on his face when he resurfaces, Eddie did it on purpose. “All right, come here you little hobbit.”
You watch Eddie grab his son and place his hands under Luke’s armpits. The excitement is clear on Luke’s face and it’s contagious, bringing an adoring smile to your lips as you watch the father and son. Eddie double checks to make sure there’s a clear path to throw Luke, then tosses him towards the deep end, the little boy grinning the whole time he’s in the air. Luke was right–his dad throws him farther. Ryan swims over, wanting a turn as well, which leads to most of the kids in the pool wanting to be thrown in the air. Eddie obliges, but you can tell that his muscles are getting tired as the children start to fly less and less farther into the deep end.
“Okay, okay,” Eddie eventually says, his breath labored from all the activity. “That’s enough for now.” He dips under the water to cool down and when he comes back up, you swear he moves in slow motion like some cheesy movie moment; the beads of water dropping down his skin, his hair shaking out around him, curls weighed down from the water. It’s enough to make you go feral.
“Hmm,” Eddie hums, eyes narrowing as he looks at you. There’s a mischievous look on his face and it makes you raise your eyebrows at him.
“Yes?” you ask.
“I think I have enough strength to throw one more person,” he says, sly smirk painting his features.
“No,” you say with a laugh, shaking your head as you try to swim away from him. But he’s too fast. Too fast and too strong as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls your body back against his. The bare back of your shoulders is pressed up against his naked chest and the goosebumps that dot your skin are certainly from that and not the cool temperature of the air now that you’ve been in the water so long. Eddie spins you around so you’re face to face with him, and the ferocity of the turn has you reaching out to place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You’re practically nose to nose with him, so you decide to take advantage of the moment and take him in. The darkness of his beautiful eyes. The smattering of freckles that dust the bridge of his hose and up his cheekbones. How plush and pink his lips are, even if they’re slightly chapped. Your eyes follow a droplet of water as it runs over his pretty mouth, down his strong chin, then plops back into the pool.
“Ready?” he asks, voice low. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you silently thank God you’re in a pool that will keep anyone from seeing how your thighs clench together. If he kept talking to you like that, you’d do anything he asked of you.
“Yes,” you breathe out, as if it’s the only answer you could give him. His grip around your waist tightens, fingers against your bare skin showing through the suit’s cutouts, and you can feel his muscles flexing under your hands that still rest on his shoulders. There’s a small twitch of Eddie’s lips before he’s throwing you, sending you backwards into the water. Holding your breath as you go under, your skin still tingling where his hands had been on you. Body floating back up to the surface, you let out a huff of air once you break the surface. Laughter bubbles out of you as you wipe your eyes, whipping your hair out of your face.
Ryan’s cake is next, and the expression of pure joy on his face has you feeling the pressure of tears behind your eyes. All of the little dancing flames extinguish with just one breath from the newly crowned seven-year-old. Luke is eager for a slice of the cake, not only because he was dying from lack of frosting earlier in the week, but because he was part of the labor that put this confection together.
As the party winds to an end, you’re thoroughly tired, but it’s only fair that you help clean up since you helped set up. In your mind, anyway. Eddie disagrees, practically trying to take empty plates and dirty forks out of your hands when you try to clear the tables. Most of the guests are gone when Sandy, Brittany’s sister, grabs her keys and rounds up her three kids.
“Oh,” Brittany says, coming into the kitchen where you and Eddie are. She grabs her purse off the counter and slides it onto her shoulder. You’re not sure when she changed from the small string bikini she had on before, but she’s now wearing jeans and a nice blouse. “Sandy and I are heading to the store. I’ll be back.” Then she’s out the door. No further explanation. No asking if he needed her to pick up anything. Just leaving him with the remnants of a child’s birthday party, all the burdens falling on him. Or they would have, had you not been there. You would never leave him on his own like this. Your nails dig into your palms, and you drop your hands behind your back so Eddie can’t see. He doesn’t seem all that surprised, though. His eyes stay on the door for a few moments before he sighs and brings his attention back to wrapping up the leftover burgers.
“You okay?” you ask in a small voice. Anger and empathy battle each other in your head, one for the bitch who walked out the door, one for the beautiful man standing in front of you.
“Yeah,” Eddie says, putting the burgers in the fridge. “Surprised she didn’t dip out earlier, to be honest.”
Unsure of what to say, your hands twitch by your sides for a moment before you’re striding forward and wrapping your arms around his middle, laying your head against his shoulder. Eddie hesitates for half a second before his arms come up to encircle your waist, his head resting on top of yours. Neither of you says anything, just stand there in the quiet kitchen, holding onto one another. In both of your heads there’s a little voice telling you that this hug has gone on for too long for it to be considered appropriate between boss and employee, but neither of you care. You’re only jostled apart as you hear the backdoor open on its squeaky hinges. Reluctantly, you let go of one another and don’t meet each other’s eyes as Wayne comes into the kitchen with Luke, both of them bringing in trash from the backyard. As Luke steps towards the sink with the half-filled cup of fruit punch he’s holding, he trips over his own feet and the red liquid goes flying, landing right on the front of your white shirt. The cold drink makes you gasp as it soaks through the chest and stomach. Luke’s eyes immediately widen, tears welling up in them and you forget all about the bite of the wetness.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you say, crouching down and rubbing up and down his arms. “Aw, don’t cry, sweetie. It was an accident.”
“I’m sorry,” Luke says, a few tears spilling over the brim. You wipe them away and shake your head.
“It’s okay,” you say. “I promise.” Luke nods and you help him throw away the rest of the garbage he brought in.
“Luke, why don’t you clean up the floor while I get her a shirt to change into?” Eddie asks. Luke nods his head, letting out one more sniffle before he stands on his tiptoes to get the paper towels off of the counter.
Wayne pats your shoulder, and you give him a smile. “You’re real good with them.”
“Thanks,” you say. “They’re the best.”
“I have to agree,” he says with a gruff chuckle before ushering Luke back outside so they can bring in anything that was left out there.
“Here,” Eddie says as he comes back into the kitchen. He offers you a white raglan shirt with black sleeves. You hold it up in front of you and see the emblem of a red devil’s head, fire and other accessories surrounding the face.
“What’s Hellfire?” you ask.
“Name of the D&D club in high school.”
“Oh right,” you say. “I remember you telling me about that. It’s where you met Dustin, right?”
“Yeah, he was–.” Eddie trips over his own words as you slip your soiled shirt over your head. Yes, you’re wearing your bathing suit underneath still, so you thought nothing of it. But Eddie wasn’t expecting it and all activity moves from his brain down to his crotch. How is supposed to keep composed when you just whipped your shirt off like it was nothing right in front of him, the support of your bathing suit basically forcing your breasts into his view? He feels himself twitch in his swim shorts and clears his throat before continuing. “Dustin, uh, was a freshman, yeah.” He originally had more to say, but nothing else comes out.
As hot as it was when you took your shirt off, Eddie seeing you in a Hellfire shirt, his Hellfire shirt, it makes his brain short-circuit even further. He’s saved from embarrassing himself by stuttering in front of you by Wayne coming back in, throwing out another handful of trash.
“I’m gonna go see if the boys need help,” you say, shooting both men a smile before heading out to the backyard.
As soon as they hear the door close behind you, Wayne rests a heavy hand on Eddie’s shoulder. His uncle sighs and Eddie turns his head to look at him.
“She’s a real sweetheart, that babysitter of yours,” Wayne says.
“She is,” Eddie agrees.
“Pretty, too.”
There’s the slightest arch of Wayne’s eyebrow and Eddie opens his mouth, no sound coming out. He stumbles under the knowing gaze of the man who knows him better than anyone else in the world. Eddie finally manages to nod his head. His tongue pokes out to lick over his lips before he speaks.
“Yeah, she is.”
Once the house is back in order and the boys are tucked into their beds, both you and Eddie crash on the couch. Brittany still hasn’t come back yet to the surprise of neither of you. But if Eddie was completely honest with himself, he’d rather his wife stay out and have you stay here with him.
“Today was fun,” you say, letting your head drop to the back of the couch.
“It was,” he agrees. “More than I thought it would be. But also, way more exhausting.”
“You should get some sleep,” you murmur, shifting yourself so you can head out. But Eddie has other plans, nodding and resting his head on your shoulder. There’s a spike in your heartrate as his hair tickles the side of your neck. Your stomach is full of butterflies and they’re bumping into one another as they fly around. Eddie stays that way until you hear Brittany’s car in the driveway and jostle him awake.
“Eddie,” you say softly, not wanting to scare him.
“Hmm?”
“Brittany’s home.”
If he wasn’t half asleep, he probably wouldn’t have let out the irritated groan like he did, but it’s too late now. Not like you don’t know the two of them are having issues, anyway.
“I’m gonna head out. “I’ll see you on Monday, yeah?”
“See you on Monday. Oh.” He catches your wrist as you stand up from the couch. “Thank you for helping today. Setting up and cleaning. I really appreciate it.”
“Of course,” you tell him with a smile. “Anything for my favorite boys.”
On Monday, Eddie’s bent under the hood of a car, trying like hell to unscrew a stubborn cap. The voice of his friend startles him and he almost bangs his head on the hood as he jumps.
“Hey,” Steve says.
“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, wiping grease on the rag hanging over his shoulder. “It acting up again?”
“Yep,” Steve says, sliding his hands in his pocket. Eddie lets out a sigh and nods his head.
“Okay, I’ll try and work it in today.” He makes to go back under the hood, but Steve’s question has him freezing his movements.
“So, uh, question for you. Are you fucking the babysitter? Because between you and me? You should be.”
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Everyday life with slashers!!!(part 2)
(Swf) Request open
The Collector
Can somone explain why people call him Asa Emory, i never seen this name in movies
Has No clue how to cook, you leave this man alone in kitchen for 3minutes, your house is going to be in fire
He will give you Moths from his collection
He let you name his dogs, but dont get attached they might die
If he knows that you are sensitive to gore stuff he will ban you from going to his hideout(maybe you are allowed but only with him constantly next to you)
Hes not fan of physical touch, if you hug him because you are scared or need support, hes alright with that but dont expect him to hug you every time he gets a chance
Thomas Hewitt
Great at cookin, and suprisingly, cooks not only meat. But please buy him a new pan
Will pick you up, no matter how much you weight, have you seen this man? He stronk
Loves cuddles, but only in privite places, but He holds your hands very often
Somedays theres a lot of victims to deal with and he is so tired and stressed afterwards
He never dated anyone, so basicly anything 'sexy' you do will make him blush and giggle like teenage girll😳😳
He is definitly into tights, will hug them and lay on them
Billy Lenz
I know this silly possum men was in part 1 BUT I Just love him too much okay
He will steal all your blankets and make cocoon
due to horrible traumatic past and never diagnosed mental illnes he has weird relationship with girls. So you better be a man or the most Saint and patent girll ever (or another nonbinary possum person)
He talks to your plushies and figurines(if you have any).
Billy has 2moods: 1 😳please hug me😩hell yeah huggies😈I may not commit crimes today🤯 AND 2 hissss👽stay away🤨u smeel?😒(stink), Billy no like you anymor🙄
He is huge simp, one complement and you got this man doing backflips just for you babe
The man from Hush
Probably knows how to fish, buy him one of this hats that say "fish fear me, women love me"
Wants to tattoo your name on his arm😨
Probably plays COD
Loves kisses on cheeks
If you find masks atractive, and he will find out, he will wear mask around you wayyy more often
Hugs from behind>
Loves watching boring movies with you so you can Fall asleep on him(he wont move a muscle)
Yautja
Loves when you try to kiss his face( hihih human shmol can reach him)
Loves to pick you up and just walk around with you
When you fall asleep on him he wont move till you wake up. He is patent dont worry he enjoys it
Gives you Skulls, claws, theeth, ect as sign of undyjng love to you
If you are an artist he secretly wants you to paint his nails and armor. Will wear it with pride
He is like cat, when you scrach him in good places he will just instantly lay down and sleep. Will hug you, so prepare for heavy arm resting on you for about a hour
When you try to tickle him he will be like���🤨"mate if you trying to attack me, try using fists, not fingers?".After that you explain to him what tickling is, he probably will pretend that he has some just to see you try your best in tickle fight😈😈😈he may let you win. "Oh nooooo*totaly dramatic gasp* my human mate wooon aaaah those tickles aaaa myy weakness nuuuu *explodes* " (the lack of commas and big leters was on purpose, he did not change his voice even once)
#the collector#asa emory#asa emory x reader#the collector x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#thomas hewitt#slasher x reader#slasher headcanons#billy lenz x reader#billy lenz#yautja x reader#yautja#hush 2016#hush x reader
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the blue - part eleven
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✯ summary: an accidental soft launch ✯
✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯
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landonorris replied to your story - ok soft launch !!!
adamjames22 replied to your story - I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS LANDO OWES ME A TENNER!
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maxverstappen1 replied to your story - call me right now!!
scottyjames31 - double date when?
gracericciardo - so happy for you Daniel
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mattieryan word on the street is
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adamjames22 i never thought i'd have to suffer through you soft launching a boyfriend like this 😩
↳ mattieryan sorry not sorry
↳ landonorris how single do you feel from 1 to 10 adam? i'm at an 8 😖
↳ adamjames22 defintely a 10 i've had to deal with them at the flat for the last 24 hours 😒
↳ landonorris sending thoughts and prayers to you 🙏🏻
↳ mattieryan ur both annoying. adam we said u could build lego with us and u literally cheered???
↳ adamjames22 i'm bored pls don't take back the invite ☹️
danielricciardo 🤍
↳ mattieryan 🤍
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adamjames22 thank you to mattie for letting me crash her date
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mattieryan you're terrible at building lego, how do you have a degree in engineering? i think mclaren hired the wrong guy 🤷🏻♀️
↳ adamjames22 why u trying to get me fired? 😳
↳ mclaren no comment 🤐
↳ user1 not mclaren commenting on this post 💀
↳ user2 she won't be laughing when her free ride runs out and she has to pay her own rent lol
user3 this is such a cute date idea!
user4 wait... i'm confused... is this adam soft launching mattie?
↳ user3 nooooo! by the sounds of things mattie was on a date and they let adam join, which is sweet of her!
↳ user4 thanks for clarifying! must be someone they both know if it's not awkward for him to crash their date? 🧐
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danielricciardo first race done and back home to build some lego
mclaren great first race DR3!!! 🧡
landonorris nice photo of you, whoever took it must be really talented 😏
↳ danielricciardo he's a good photographer, alright driver i guess
↳ landonorris ffs
user1 his smile!!!!! he's so pretty
user2 he’s so cute! 🥰
user3 UH GUYS! i don't mean to alarm anyone but didn't adamjames22 post that he was crashing his friend mattie's LEGO date???? 🚨‼️
↳ user2 oh shit you're right 😮
↳ user4 i knew she had to be dating one of them!! not sure how i feel about it being danny though...
user5 do you think they meant to soft launch like this or was it an accident? lol
↳ i wonder what f1paddockgossip thinks of all this? 🤨
f1paddockgossip check out our new post for the latest danny ric content girlies! 🤭
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f1paddockgossip Big news for all the DR3 girlies! Our man is spoken for! If you saw our posts from last week you know there was speculation that the Aussie was dating long time friend of Mclaren engineer adamjames22. Well it appears the rumours are true - Danny Ric is dating mattieryan ! The pair have been soft launching on their private Insta's, but have accidentaly outed themselves via some clumsy posts on Instagram by Ricciardo and James. These photos were sent to us by a source close to the pair. We don't have much info on them as a couple, or on Mattie in general but we'll let you know as and when they do. What are your thoughts?? xoxo
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user1 I can't believe f1paddockgossip was right
user2 the fact that they accidentally soft launched is the funniest thing 💀💀💀
user3 lol what a slut, jumped on the biggest paycheck she saw, would have been Lando if DR hadn't of signed to Mclaren 🤢🤢
user4 they seem so cute together!! the fact that they included Adam in their date so he didn't feel left out is adorable 🥺
user5 THIS. IS. AN. INVASION. OF. PRIVACY !!!!
↳ user3 they literally all posted it on to a public platform? what did they think was going to happen?
↳ user5 i meant - someone sharing photos posted from mattie's private account to gossip sites is an invasion of privacy, and accounts like this speculating on it are even worse !!
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user6 pls why did landonorris like this post 💀💀
↳ landonorris it was an accident 😣
user7 omg guys mattieryan took her account off private !!! 🚨🚨
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mattieryan since you’re all asking
landonorris oh thank god i thought i was going to have to keep this a secret for ages 😅😅
adamjames22 can't believe my best friend is dating an aussie red bull driver and that it isn't mark webber, 14 year old mattie would be so dissapointed in herself
↳ danielricciardo thanks mate 🙄
↳ adamjames22 happy for you guys really
↳ danielricciardo that’s better 😊
danielricciardo 🤍
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user1 i am going to CRY look how happy and smiley he is with her
user2 power move for them to hard launch and her to take her insta off private to stop people sharing stuff without their permission tbh
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maxverstappen1 Kelly and I are so happy for you mate
↳ danielricciardo thanks buddy 🙏🏻
scottyjames31 can't wait to meet her!!
↳ danielricciardo i'm dreading it already 🙃
gracericciardo beautiful girl!
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TBOSAS on Crack short take (48)
*When Felix was outed as a Ravinstill* Read [this] first.
Felix: Hi, Dill.
Dill: Hey, Philip.
Felix: How are you holding up?
Dill: Fine. Those ✨Miracle Pills✨ you gave me earlier worked wonders!
Hy: True. They even cured my f*ckin’ Asthma.
Dill: Stop swearing in front of me, Hy.🙄
Felix: So you two are not coughing blood anymore?
Hy: Yup! My lungs are good as new!
Dill: I can even sing better than Baird-
Lucy Gray: Are you challenging me to a sing-off, child?!
Jessup: Lucy Gray, stop being mean-
Lucy Gray: Fight me, Dill! Fight me! C’mon now! Let’s have a sing-off battle!
Jessup: Lucy Gray, no-
Lucy Gray: Lucy Gray, yes!
Felix: By the way, I brought you guys some homemade pizzas and lemonade from my place to enjoy-
Mizzen: Thanks. But can we order takeouts again?
Dill: I want takeouts too. That green bean casserole was so good-
Brandy: I need another whole ass chicken, boy! A whole ass chicken!
Lamina: Can we order that famous pink peppermint ice cream from that boring Capitol commercial?
Felix: But I have pizza-
Lamina: Pretty please?🥺🙏
Felix: Um-
Lamina: I never tasted ice cream before!😭
Velvereen: I’m starting to think that those are just fake tears.😒
Lamina: My tears are real!😭
Velvereen: Then why aren’t you dying from dehydration?
Lamina: Velvet is bullying me again!😭
Velvereen: 🎶Fake tears~, fake tears~. Lamina has fake ass tears~.🎶
Lamina: I’ll f*ckin’ axe you and your ugly braids, 1!😭
Treech: 🎶Oh, Velvereen, you better watch out~. You better watch out~.🎶
Felix: Why am I even here again?
Coral: Oi, Philip, where’s my red headed idiot? He still owes me a whole ass cheesecake!
Felix: Red headed idio- Oh, you mean Festus?
Coral: Duh~. Who else?
Felix: He’s in juvenile jail right now. But don’t worry about it. We’re bailing him out later.
Coral: What did that idiot do now?
Felix: Creed was caught trespassing and dumpster diving on private property.
Coral: Whose property?
Felix: The President’s.😩
Coral: Nice one, Festus! F*ck those sh*tty Ravinstills!
Marcus: Yeah! F*ck the Ravinstills!
Mizzen: And their ugly Bichon puppies!
Felix: I feel so attacked right now.🥲
Treech: How about that pretty blondie and his rich annoying boyfriend?
Lucy Gray: FYI, Sejanus is Coryo’s ✨fiancé✨, Treech.
Tanner: More like his sugar daddy.
Wovey: What’s a sugar daddy?
Tanner: That’s when-
Marcus: Shut it, Tanner! Think of the children!
Felix: Well, Coryo and Sejanus are actually busy-
Treech: Making out in a gold encrusted broom closet?
Felix: Huh?
Sheaf: Planning for their upcoming royal wedding?
Felix: Um-
Sol: Booking their first honeymoon!
Felix: That’s-
Lucy Gray: Can you call them right now? I really need those lovebirds to buy me some makeup and hair curlers for our upcoming late night interview with the funny man.
Reaper: Yo, shorty, where’s my Mentor? She gave me the wrong flavored energy drink again-
Felix: First of all, I am only here to help Dill! So if you guys have problems that you want to cry about, then complain about them to your Mentors!
Facet: Oh, you look kinda cute when you’re angry, Philip~.😏
Coral: Lol. Look at Philip fuming like a baby.😂
Mizzen: Are you gonna cry, Philip?
Felix: You guys are so mean! I’m going home-
Androcles: Yo, Felix! My man, what are you doing here?
Felix: Andie?!
Coryo: Hi, Felix. How’s it going?
Felix: Coryo, please don’t use that name-
Dill: Who’s Felix, Philip?
Sejanus: Felix, my Coryo just kissed me earlier! I’m so happy!😍
Dill: Who’s Felix?!
Dennis: Yo, Ravinstill, can I borrow 50 bucks from the President again?
Felix: I- Um- I’m not-
Clemensia: Hey, Ravinstill, Monty wants to talk to you about her “kitchen rights” again.
Felix: I’m so dead-
Dill: Ravinstill?! You’re a nasty Ravinstill?!
Reaper: F*ckin’ Felix Ravinstill!!
Felix: Yup. I’m dead.
Dill: You lying traitor!
Mizzen: You monster!
Velvereen: Capitol scum!
Reaper: F*ck off and die!
Coral: Fight me, you coward!
Androcles: Yo, why are you bullying Felix?! My bromantic brother did nothing wrong!
Dennis: Yeah! Quit swearing at our poor Class President!
Reaper: He’s an evil Ravinstill!
Sejanus: He’s our baby!
Brandy: He gave me no chicken!
Clemensia: F*ck your chicken!
Dill: He lied to me!
Androcles: He’s just sensitive! Look at him!
Felix: *is not responding*
Coryo: Call the medics, Babe. Felix just fainted.
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um hi pookies i wrote my first long smut in a while LOL here it is
warnings: cnc, slight noncon, dubious consent
you only came to this party because lottie begged you to. she had texted you a few nights prior to tonight.
lottie matthews (math class) *your phone*
“wanna come to a party w/ me?😔”
loml *lottie's phone*
“uhhh when”
lottie matthews (math class)
“friday, at 8”
loml
“isn't that kinda l8 lol”
lottie matthews (math class)
“PLS…… 😩” “i don't wanna go alone u know those guys flirt with me 😓”
loml
“fineeeee 😒”
lottie nearly jumped for joy at your response, she would of course… never tell you that. you met her outside of your house, though you don't remember telling her your address, you just figured shauna shipman from lit. gave it to her so she could text you about math.
lottie matthews (bad @ math)
“wear something cute, pleaseeee? don't dress all prudish, it's boring !!”
loml
“i am NOT getting down with some man tonite LOTTIE 😤”
lottie matthews (bad @ math)
“i just want u to have fun and open with urself”
you couldn't really argue with that… so you picked out the loosest sweatpants you owned tied together with the belt string, and a crop top you deemed just cropped enough to be exciting, but not slutty. you hoped. you sent lottie a picture of the fit, hoping it'll please her.
lottie matthews (bad @ math)
“cute!!! that's perfect. i'm omw to pick u up now <3”
loml
“ok”
you sat at your front door, waiting for the dreaded ‘here :)’ message from lottie. and as soon as it came, you were up and out of the door. lottie pulls up in what you can only assume is a custom wrapped tesla that her father told her to get. you stop your jaw from dropping and get into her car.
it smells like incense and cinnamon, meaning you can't help but take a deep breath in through your nose as the air cycles through. lottie feels giddy, she wonders what you'll sound like when she's fucking you numb.
the drive to the party is surprisingly short.. it was near your neighborhood, which felt oddly specific but… oh well! you weren't going to question it. much.. when you arrive, lottie even goes as far as to open the car door for you, a saccharine smile gracing her lips as she grabs you by the hand and pulls you inside. immediately you're hit with the smell of musk, weed, alcohol, and maybe vomit.
you two do end up separating about fifteen minutes into the party, as lottie goes off with her other friends and leaves you to fend for yourself at the drink table. it's a build-your-own cocktail moment, with various clear and slightly cloudy liquors. you make yourself a dirty shirley temple and find yourself sitting on the couch next to natalie scatorccio, who's clearly only there for the free drugs and alcohol.
“wow, did lottie get you to come here? the little prude who's never seen at parties.” she jokes, clearly a little high and a little bitchy. you resist the urge to roll your eyes, until they flit down to the dab pen that rests in the palm of her right hand.
“can i… hit that?” you know you sound a little desperate, but you need to feel high to feel normal. natalie only flashes a knowing smile before handing it to you. you take a deep puff, one that would kill your lungs if you weren't so healthy right now (an absolute lie).
lottie, who's been wandering the party to make herself seem less suspicious, comes down the stairs only to see you sitting with- with natalie scatorccio? why her? lottie sucks in a deep breath through her teeth and lets it out through her nose. she needs to get you more pliable, and fast. she makes her way towards you, crouching down in front of you.
“hey, having fun?” she asks, placing her hands on your knees. she takes your nearly empty drink from your hand and takes a sip, deducing what cocktail you made yourself just by taste. “i'll go fill this up, ‘kay?”
you're too high to care, but your mouth starts to feel dry… you look up at her and smile.
“thanks, lottie.” your words are a little slurred, but otherwise understandable. lottie smiles in return and walks off to the drink table. as she makes your drink, she adds a dash of powder that most definitely isn't a crushed up roofie. she walks back to you, handing you the drink.
“i'm gonna be around, okay? you sit and… talk to your friend.” she waves her hand towards natalie, who's still vegged out on the couch.
lottie will be more than around. she’ll be right around the corner, watching, waiting for the roofie to kick in, before she swoops in a few minutes later to ‘check’ on you.
“oh, baby, are you sleepy? did that pen knock you out?” lottie thanks god that natalie is always packing some serious weed varieties. you end up nodding, and with her help, standing. you say your goodbyes to natalie and let lottie practically carry you to her car. the drive back to her house is quiet, mostly because you've fallen asleep. not fully, lottie knows, but enough. she parks her car out front, not giving a care in the world to who might see her as she carries you out of the car and into her large home. she doesn't waste any time, taking you straight to her room. she sets you down onto her bed, gently, of course, and brushes her thumb over your cheek to ease you into sleeping.
lottie quickly enters her bathroom, taking another pill, a much stronger pill, and dissolving it in a glass of water. she brings the water to you, urging you awake so you can ‘stay hydrated’. you groan in disobedience, but drink the water anyway. as soon as you do? your head hits her fluffy pillows, which feel oddly like they've been fluffed up just for this moment. you start to feel hot, extremely uncomfortably hot, and wiggle around on the bed with a groan. you can't speak, for some reason, but look at lottie pleadingly. she only nods, as if it's completely normal, and starts to undress you. what you didn't tell her to do… was undress you all the way. you're left naked on her bed, almost completely paralyzed as she stares down at you.
“you poor thing… you must be so warm… so hot?” she mumbles, brushing her fingers over your ankle. you might not be able to move, but every sense is heightened, and you want to jerk away from her touch. her hands start to brush over your legs, massaging your calves, squeezing into your plush thighs. you let out little whimpers, though, every time her squeeze on your thigh tightens to something painful. you swear she’ll leave bruises with how brightly red they shined on your skin. she tuts every time you make a noise, only squeezing harder. you bite your lip, which is numb, and nearly bruise it by how hard you're actually biting.
lottie decides she’s teased enough, given you enough foreplay. she drops her pants, then her panties, taking her shirt off as she drapes herself over you. skin against skin, you stare up at her in bewilderment. her cock is hard already, pressing against your stomach as she starts to trail sloppy, wet kisses to your throat and jaw. she's moaning into your skin, absolutely obsessed with how you taste. how she knew you'd taste. she runs her palms over your nipples, rolling them into hard little nubs. you can't stop yourself from trying to buck up against her, your cunt unbelievably wet from her teasing. she starts to breathe a little heavier, before guiding her cockhead to your waiting hole. her dick is average, but rather thick, and takes a bit of easing as she pushes in. you let out a real moan this time, feeling the stretch of her cock as she bottoms out. you rock your hips against hers. she groans and bites into the flesh of your neck, rocking into you at a faster pace as she wraps her arms under yours and pins her front to your front, effectively pushing your bodies as close together as possible while still being inside you. your poor pussy clenches around her, fluttering in a way it never has before as one of her cock-veins rubs against your walls. you want to moan and moan for her, to do anything it'll take for her to let you cum. and she listens, to those broken little slurs you make begging for her to fuck you harder. you don't know why you've become a bitch in heat, but you don't care… you love letting a woman like lottie matthews fuck you raw, and yeah, you don't really know why everything that happened tonight suddenly ended up in her bedroom. and yeah, you don't care, either.
lottie’s hips start to stutter, and her thrusts turn slow and sloppy. she presses a kiss just under your ear, before whispering the most horrifying words you've ever heard.
“i can't wait to see you pregnant with my baby.” you start to squirm under her, whining, trying to get her out of you. there's no way you're letting a girl you just met a few weeks ago get you pregnant! lottie, however, growls and bites into your shoulder again. she sucks and sucks until the bruise borders on painful. “you're mine, understand?” her words start to slur together in pleasure, and suddenly she slams into you one last time, her cock brushing against your cervix as she fills you up with her cum. she slides out, almost all the way, before slowly pushing right back in, fucking her load into you to ensure you get pregnant. you're still squirming, but you've grown tired, really tired… you stop. lottie stops.
“i can't wait, baby.”
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POV : You are Tsuji&Shibaman’s best friend and dating Shoji after the big fight…
Your Insta 🌟
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Y/n Enemies to lovers… Btw yes he can smile :’) #/firstanniversary
|| shoji You dont have to remind me the past every time…
--》y/n No, it is still crazy
--》shoji …
--》y/n 😔♥️
--》shoji ♥️
|| todoroki It was a big shock for everyone… but happy anniversary y/n-chan
--》y/n thanks bro 🥰
|| tsuji 😒😒
--》y/n shut up
|| shibaman 🤢🤢
--》y/n dONT
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Y/n Tsuji and Shibaman was so annoying so i went to fishing with them 😍 @/odajima @/todoroki
|| shidaken i dont believe that he caught that fish
--》odajima i did ?
--》y/n actually…
--》odajima I caught it?
--》todoroki y/n did…
--》shidaken 🙂🙂🙂
--》odajima im gonna find you two tomorrow🙂
--》y/n i didn’t even say anything
|| shibaman you are the annoying one in this friendship
--》y/n not today 😉
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Y/n Fujin-san sent me this pic 😭😭 I miss my baby🥺🥺❤️❤️
|| shoji i miss you too ❤️❤️
--》y/n then come over 😭😭
--》shoji omw baby
--》fujin bro comes to fights always late…
--》y/n CAUSE IM MORE IMPORTANT
|| tsuji we are coming too
--》y/n nO
--》tsuji we will see
--》y/n TSUJI NO
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Y/n just before pouring 1 liter of water on him… HAPPY B-DAY SHIBA 😭❤️
|| shibaman i hate you ❤️
--》y/n no you don’t ❤️
|| tsuji I had a hard time with him to not throw you into the river that day…
--》y/n 🤩🤩
--》shibaman you are the devil herself
--》y/n 💅🏻💅🏻
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Y/n An amazing evening 🥺❤️
|| shoji My everyday is amazing with you love ❤️
--》y/n 😭❤️
|| tsukasa are those idiots still ruining your dates?
--》y/n No, i dont tell anyone the locations anymore
--》fujio poor y/n…
--》y/n :(
--》tsuji the person she is dating is our enemy ??
--》y/n old enemy*
--》shibaman your old enemy*
--》y/n if you shut up i’ll give you 50 dolars
--》tsuji deal
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Y/n I should never have let him dye his hair red 😭😭 HE LOOKS GORGEOUS 😍
|| shoji you are the one gorgeous baby ❤️
--》y/n shut up
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Y/n they were being jealous… ❤️
|| tsuji 😊❤️
--》shibaman nice pic sis ❤️
--》y/n yeah yeah whatever
--》shoji it really looks cool
--》tsuji no it doesn’t.
--》y/n 😩😩😩
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Y/n has been waiting for me at least 2 hours… but still wants to come shopping with me 😭❤️
|| shoji im not bored baby, don’t worry ❤️
--》y/n 😭❤️
|| tsuji if he doesn’t, you can call us ;)
--》y/n 🥰🥰
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Y/n Just left them alone for 5 minutes to buy drinks with Shiba and when we came back they were arguing... again.
|| tsuji he started…
--》y/n 😒😒😒
--》todoroki they are like kids i know…
--》fujin Same is the most mature among us
--》todoroki now i can understand better…
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Y/n love you like a love song ❤️
|| shoji ❤️
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🩵UNFORESEEN🩵
- Prologue -
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: F/M
Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games)
Relationship: Bi-Han | Sub-Zero/You
Characters:
Liu KangJohnny CageTakahashi KenshiRaiden (Mortal Kombat)Kung LaoReaderOriginal Female Character(s)Original Male Character(s)Kitana (Mortal Kombat)Mileena (Mortal Kombat)Harumi ShiraiGeras (Mortal Kombat)Tanya (Mortal Kombat)Original Female Character(s) of ColorOriginal Male Character(s) of Color
Additional Tags:
Black Character(s)Family FluffFamily FeelsChildhood FriendsFriendshipAngst and Hurt/ComfortBetrayalBroken FamiliesTournamentsFalling In LoveFirst LoveNear DeathRedemptionPeople Change PeopleLin Kuei Clan (Mortal Kombat)Game 12: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)
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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
“OMFG Y/N turn off the damn ALARM ALREADY!” Someone said covering there head with a pillow.
”Ughhh”
you get up with the little energy you have to turn the alarm off the phone. You squint looking at the time on the phone, it shows that it’s 9:20 a.m
You quickly shot up, “FUCK! We’re going to be late for our first lecture. GET YO ASS UP RHONDA!” You quickly got out of bed. Snatching Rhonda’s leg that was exposed from under the cover. Dragging her in the bathroom, which Rhonda left alone being to lazy to fight against it.
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You both rushed out of your dorm room, running through the college to reach to there history class.
They peeked to see if there professor was facing the class, which luckily they weren’t. There back was turned, so you and Rhonda tipped toed inside and quickly head to both your seats, without being detected.
”Nice of ladies to join us today, I hope this doesn’t become a habit.” The professor announced as he was writing on the board.
”Yes Professor Major.” You and Rhonda said in unison.
about 30 min in the class he started going over Egyptian culture and it’s origin. Rhonda was sleep, and you had your headphones in listening to Nicki Minaj's new Pink Friday album. While scrolling through Instagram.
As you were looking at different posts, you had got a text from one of your other friends Tonya
•••
Tonya: “Hey Juicy Fruit, what you doing? :)”
“Nothing on the phone listening to music, and sitting in a boring ass class, PLEASE save a sister 😩😩”
Tonya: “Oof, damn that’s tough… Welp, I’m glad I ain’t you. Bitches like me need freedom 🤪”
”That’s because niggas like you don’t know how to act right. Probably would’ve not lasted either 😂😂”
Tonya: ”Bitch you ain’t funny 😒”
”I am, anyways will Jamika be at the shop today? I wanted to get some box braids done, I already bought some extensions.”
Tonya: “I do know she works today, I ain’t seen her yet. The shop open tho, and we don’t close until 8pm”
”Okay that’s fine, I’m a head straight there with Rhonda. After our classes, thanks boo😘”
Tonya: ”You welcome Juicy, make sure you study hard now. Don’t want my baby to flunk lol.”
”Girl Bye”
Tonya: “😂😂😂”
•••
You put your phone down, as you continue to listen to your music and take notes down from the board for you and of course Rhonda.
Knowing she’s going to ask you to do it anyway. The lecture was finally over and you slapped Rhonda awake.
“Damn you almost knocked my weave off.” Rhonda told you as she was straightening her hair, putting it back in place. You chucked a little as ya’ll head to your next class.
”Then you need a new hairstylist, as in go to a professional and not do it yo damn self.”
”Nah bitch, just keep them motherfuckin hands to YO SELF.”
”Don’t fall asleep and I will.”
”Whatever, uh oh Ex alert.” Rhonda informed you. You looked up from your phone and noticed your ex-boyfriend Oscar.
”Well what a pleasant surprise, you look stunning as always Y/N.”
”Oscar haven’t you heard a song called, to the left to the left.” Rhonda did a little dance and hand gesture to the left, for him to leave.
Oscar rolled his eyes irritated but went back to his fake smile, “Oh Rhonda I didn’t see you down there. The adults are having a conversation.”
Rhonda wanted to back hand him, but you held her hand back. “What do you want Oscar? We’re trying to get to class.”
”I just wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend. I thought you two might get along, Jovanni!” He shouted behind him, she quickly came towards the group. Hugging him then giving him a kiss.
”Jovanni this is Y/N, Y/N this is Jovanni Simpson, Babe you remember when I told you about her.”
You looked at Jovanni, and you had to admit she was a beauty. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin, with a beautiful smile. Tall with an hour glass figure, long black hair and just everything about her was gorgeous.
”Damn girl, yo baby hair is on TEN! WHO does your ha-OW!” You nudged Rhonda’s side.
”I do my own hair I’m a Hairstylist and cosmetologist on the side and studying to be a nurse. I’ll be interning to the university hospital in Miami, this year. One of the biggest hospitals in our state!” Jovanni told them, with a huge grin.
You know she wasn’t trying to piss you off or try to come off that she’s better than you, but you still take it as such.
”W-Well, my girl Y/N is… you know… AN ACTRESS!”
Everyone looked at Rhonda confused, you gave her the angry smile.
“Really!?” Oscar and Jovanni questioned looking at you. You just smiled at them nervously and embarrassed.
”Yep and she knows JOHNNY CAGE!”
”The JOHNNY CAGE! OMG! I LOVE HIM!” Jovanni bounced.
”Babe she fuckin wit u, she ain’t no actress nor does she know Johnny Cage.”
”Ha! How would you know? Its okay to admit, that I’ve accomplished more than you."
”Stop cappin! Just admit that you ain’t got shit goin for yo ass. I bet you ain’t got no proof.”
”Oh really!? I’ll show yo ass proof!” You snapped back.
”Yeah she gonna be in Johnny’s Cage upcoming, movie the movie he announced he's producing and directing called, ‘Mortal Kombat’. And you both are invited to the premiere when it comes out.”
“Rhonda hun.” You whispered to her, nervously.
”We’ll even take pictures while we’re on set and post it on all her socials.” Rhonda told the two who looked at Oscar irritated and Jovanni excited and shocked.
”Wow! Damn look at the time, we better getting going to class.” You said quickly dragging Rhonda to ya’ll class. You both quickly settled down, you slammed your head on the desk arms folded.
”Ughhhhh… Why can I never have a good morningggg… WHY DID YOU TELL THEM THAT RHONDA! I don’t know that nigga nor am I gonna be in any movie. I’m already irritated he has a hot successful girlfriend in the making… When I have no evidence, I’m a just be embarrassing my black ass for no reason…. I wanna go home…”
”Listen don’t let that clown and his thot get you down. I know what will cheer you up babe.” Rhonda pulled out her phone and put on BTS “Butter”
”Smooth like butter, like a criminal under cover.” Rhonda began singing to your favorite song and moving to the beat in her seat as they wait for the professor. You looked up smirking shaking your head as you knew she wanted you to sing along to the beat. "Gon pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that." You continued, She got up and pulled you up with her. ya'll started dancing, everyone staring at you both, you both sang " Ooh when I look in the mirror I melt your heart into two I got that superstar glow, so Ooh(do the boogie, like)."
As you both were singing and dancing, there professor came in behind them looking at them. There professor started dancing behind them badly, the whole class started laughing. You and Rhonda danced turning around and completely stopped when you saw the professor. Rhonda turned the music off laughing at the professor, he stopped looking at the girls smiling. "I've been an ARMY sense 2013." You were definitely shocked by that news, "Well I guess were both apart of the ARMY." you laughed, you did feel a bit better, he had everyone settle down for the class to begin.
It was now 12:00pm ya'll only had two classes for that day, and luckily you didn't have to work at the movie store in the mall today. Like you said earlier to Tonya, ya'll was headed to the shop to get your hair done. You were thinking you and Rhonda could go out for some drinks.
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Ya'll made it to the shop and you greeted the ladies, "HEYYYYYYY!" The four of ya'll say in unison. You were friends with the girls at the salon for a month, but it's like ya'll knew each other forever. You meet them at a club Rhonda took you to, after Oscar cheated on you and you were balling your eyes out to her. So she wanted to do something to get your mind off it, so dressed up really cute but still depressed.
Jamika had complemented you on your outfit when you were at the bar, she came in with Tonya and another girl named Ashanti. You started crying again after saying thank you, and they wanted to know what was wrong. Rhonda gave them the rundown and Ashanti related with your pain, they tried comforting you and everything went well from there and ya'll became friends.
"So how long are we talking babe?" Jamika took you to her chair.
"45 inch and can it be curly at the ends, you know wavy and shit. You know what I mean, I already know it's going to be cute." You sat down giving her the hair. You already took out the old hair with Rhonda's hair.
"I got you babe." Jamika replied, getting ready to feel with what she's working with.
Rhonda sat in one of the open chairs next to you, "Ya'll ain't gonna believe what just happened on campus, I wanted to beat that boys ass so badly!"
Rhonda was telling everyone what happened, which you felt slightly embarrassed, because you didn't want everyone in your business. She even told them about the part of knowing Johnny and now she has to show proof and stuff, "I dug a hole for myself with that one." You said as Jamika was washing your hair. Jamika and the other workers looking at each other, "Is something wrong?" You questioned.
"No it's just that, We a-"
Jamika was cut off as Ashanti entered, "OMG! I'm so sorry I'm late. There was traffic and shit happened at the apartment, al-"
"Mhmm, set up please." Jamika chuckled, she put you under the hair dryer after adding conditioner.
"Hey Ashanti I think ya girl Y/N need to talk to you about something." Tonya shouted to her. "Sure! Wassup girly?"
Tonya pulled her to her whispering in her ears, Ashanti nodding understanding. Ashanti came and sat next to you after setting up her spot, waiting on a client. "So I heard the run down from Tonya, I can help you meet Johnny." She smiled, you looked her confused, "How? You know Johnny?"
As you were getting your hair done, Ashanti told you of how she met Johnny and how they became friends, as well as a date she had a couple weeks ago with one of Johnny's friends. You were so amazed and shocked that you knew them for a month and they never told you this. They didn't think it was there place to say anything and didn't know if they should, plus you were busy with school. You couldn't believe that Mortal Kombat mumbo jumbo was real.
"Johnny told me there having a big get together in a place called outworld next weekend. He invited me, I can ask to see if I can bring any plus ones." Ashanti smiled at you, you wanted to spring into a hug so badly. But remembered who chair you were in, you gave many thank you's.
"I'm up for meeting some cute sexy men." Rhonda said laughing with Tonya.
"You got a cute sexy nigga right in front of you baby." Malcolm blew a kiss and winked at Rhonda. Who only rolled her eyes laughing at him
"So my cousin told me about this bomb ass club down in chinatown. She said is fire, so are you ladies up for a little fun in China tonight after we get off! Malcolm you closing today." Jamika told the girls, Malcolm nodded.
"Girls Night! It's been a minute sense we last had some good fun... Now the question stands... Who paying?"
"NOT IT!" Jamika, Rhonda, Ashanti, and You said in unison quickly. Leaving Tonya to take the bill.
Tonya shaking her head working on a clients hair, "You hoes get on my nerves."
"Tonya make sure to bring me something back, when ya'll done, you know what I like." Fredrick asked her, she nodded.
"I gotchu big poppa."
You were excited, I think you need to let loose again and have some fun with the squad. You definitely gonna snatch a few eyes in the club.
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You wore a cute short black dress, stopping at you're thighs. Strapless just enough to show off your ladies, making them more define. Makeup on hair in a up due and 6 in heels.
Rhonda looked just as cute with her tight leggings and tight crop tight with big poofy sleeves. She had a green and gold look going, You were black and gold of course. The classic style, you were very simple but cute.
Jamika volunteered to drive all of you to the place, she picked you and Rhonda up at 8:30. She was supposed to be there around 8 but Tonya wasn't ready and still getting dressed. "Ya'll already know black people don't never know how to be on time for shit." Jamika said taking a smoke from her blunt before driving off. If ya'll wanted to have fun, ya'll first was going to get high for it.
Ya'll made it to the place, and you had to admit it was poppin. The music was on point and everyone seem to be having fun. You just hope the drinks ain't shit that is your best friend in any place, and you headed straight there. There girls followed you and everyone grabbed a shot of vodka.
"TO GIRLS NIGHT!" Jamika shouted, you and the ladies toasted to that. The burning feeling in your throat felt amazing, you're hoping to find someone nice while here if possible. Some of you took more shots, you having the most. Ashanti already told you and the ladies she'll try to be the most sober one, so everyone else can have fun and be white girl wasted.
Your song came on and you and the girls was dancing to the music, you were having fun as you were lost in the music. Then you accidentally bumped into someone, "Ooh sorry, got to into the music." you apologized, your were a bit tipsy and high but you could've sworn they said something in a different language.
He turned back to you as he was done saying something to his friends, "It's alright, I hope you are enjoying your time um..."
"Y/N! The name's Y/N." You said that louder than you wanted to as the music calmed down, he had an Asian accent and the cutest smile when you told him your name.
"I was going to get some fresh air from the crowd, would you like to accompany me?" He gave you another sweet smile, all you did was nodded slowly. The liquor kicking in stronger, he held out his hand for you to grab and you took it without hesitation.
You don't know why you weren't more caution about following a stranger, but he didn't seem like a bad guy to you and maybe it could lead to something fun.
As you made it outside, the cool breeze felt nice. He took you to the side of the building, he pulled you close to him. Kissing you hard, your eyes bulged out as you tried to push him off you but then you felt something go in the side of your neck. He finally pulled away, you were becoming dizzy. Before completely blacking out, you should've known better than to go with some weird ass man.
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You were slowly regaining consciousness, you had a massive headache. Hangovers are not your thing, as you moved you felt that you were tied up. You moved harder and when your vision cleared you see a bunch of other girls tied up.
You sat up looking around, you were in a car. Your mind immediately ran 80 miles per minute, you didn't know what was going. "W-W-Where am I? W-What's happening." You asked one of the women in the cart with you.
"We're being sold to the Red Dragon Clan, to be a concubine to the head of the Red Dragon." One woman answered you.
You were in the midst of human trafficking and being sold to see random bastard as his personal whore. FUCK THAT!
”We need to get out of here!” You slowly stood up, not trying to make your headache worse.
”And do what, there is no way for us to get out. The door is locked, nothing is in here and they have the keys. So you might as well make yourself comfortable little girl.” One woman looked at you irritated, you can tell she was was trying to make the situation worse.
”I’m sorry, If I don’t want to be sold to someone that wants to SCREW ME TILL I PASS THE FUCK OUT! LIKE A DAMN RAGDOLL! If you aren’t going to give any ideas then please SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
All the girls in there looked at you with wide eyes, not saying anything behind that.
You had to calm down now, you looked around. You could tell the cart is wobbly, one thing she was right. There isn’t anything they can use to get out, except maybe… You looked towards the door, it looked weak and worn out. There was 10 girls in here including you. Only 4 big women, so only one option. You’re praying it works but it’s the only option, and you need to be quick.
”Okay! If you want to get out of here, you have to help me. This cart is not stable and the door looks worn out, if we all slam our weight on that door. Maybe… Just maybe it’ll break and we can get out of here.”
”While there in the middle of the road?” One girl said.
”It‘ll draw more attention if it’s in open place. They wouldn’t be able to risk being in the public eye.” You answered the quiet talking girl.
”And if it fails?” The agitated woman from before asked you.
You sighed, “Then we can have fun getting fucked to death. But if you’re only going to say negative shit, stay your ass over there. Those that want to at least try, stand up.”
They all looked at each other, you were happy to see all of them stand up. You had the biggest and thickest ones up front. Everyone in formation, “Ready… 1… 2… 3!” You yelled.
All the girls slammed on the door having there arms tied they slammed and put all there weight on the one side. Which made a loud sound, and the cart slightly leaned. The door bent a little.
The ladies could hear them talking, so you all didn’t waste no time doing it again. As it was working, and you all did it one last time. The door finally breaking open and all the girls rolled out, cart swinger hard to the right. Making the car lean with it and flip on its side.
You looked around, and noticed you were definitely far from home. You don’t know how long you were knocked out, but you prayed your friends knew you were missing and called for help. If help knew where this was. It didn’t seem like a place with not really anyone around to help you out here.
The men were getting up trying to get out the car. “RUN AND SCATTER!” You yelled to all the girls. You didn’t have to tell them twice.
You ran kicking off your heels, you dipped out as fast as your little feet could run. You heard the men not far from you, you continued to find somewhere to hide, as you were yelling for help. You don’t know why you’re not running towards a city but a forest. You looked behind you as you couldn’t see or hear the men following you.
You slowed down to catch your breath, as you doubled checked behind you. You bumped into someone, quickly turning around and gripped your throat. He looked as though he was dressed in Ninja attire Red and Black.
You were trying to break free as you were losing oxygen. “You’re the reason our pets got away. The master will not be pleased.”
”P-P-Plea… P-Please…” You tried to speak will trying to catch your breath. Tears coming out of your eyes, as your grip became weak.
”As punishment you will die.” He told you, and you couldn’t believe it was going to end like this… You wondered why this was happening to you. You didn’t believe you were a horrible person, but horrible things usually happens.
”I don’t want to die.” You squeaked out what you believed your last words would be.
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A/N: Sorry Bi-Han isn’t in the Prologue :) but he may show up in the next
I hope you ladies like it, I worked a hot minute on it and will be combining the other stories and adding ya’ll friends from the other stories💅🏾
A03: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/53070346"><strong>Unforeseen</strong></a> (3533 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/MoralSky"><strong>MoralSky</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/?<br />Fandom: <a href="
#mortal kombat#bi han sub zero#reader insert#bi han mortal kombat#fem reader#fanfic#bi han mk#black reader#bi han x reader#bi han fanfic#original characters#bi han x black reader#black fanfic writer
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no, but I have to agree with the previous anon :( idk if it’s just me either, but I often see Harry depicted in a pretty unflattering light where he’s intellectually inferior to Draco with sparse vocab or middling potions skill, as opposed to Draco’s suave, smooth talking persona, disregarding that canon Harry is quite even-keeled unless he has to save the day. Legendary wit and potion EEs, anyone? He didn’t have the Prince helping him there 😒 His presence of mind when making the connection between Horcrux Tom’s life force and the diary despite the dire situation?
It started out as an Internet trend years ago to make Harry a stupid jock but it has definitely spiralled and seems to be taken as gospel now :((
And I agree with your hc - Draco wasn’t a poor meow meow abused by his parents forced to take the mark. He was honoured to wear it, it’s canon!
But the recent trend is either having Draco play the role of an abused child or, worse, poor pitiful Draco with Harry as his brash only brawns, no brains, Gryffindorish Saviour. Even when he’s an Auror, his critical thinking skills hinge on the observations made by others. It’s SO infuriating!
Sorry for the rant! 😩 I feel so protective over the actual abused poor meow meow :( Let me join your ditch and defend him 😔
Harry suffers a lot from people not considering the facts that
He’s an unreliable narrator
He himself represses, doesn’t face or spell out some of his thoughts, motivations, fears and feelings
He’s an abused, neglected child. His inner dialogues tendency won’t be to emphasize his own talents, strengths and powers. That’s the readers job, so do it
Being a kind and forgiving character isn’t boring!!! A character sans a redemption arc isn’t boring!!!! Harry isn’t a goody two shoes!!! He’s angry and snarky and grieving and a deep character!!
If you haven’t read the books in like a decade or ever you don’t get to shit talk Harry and I will be a snob about it
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Treacherous twin
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lilnasx @druski2funny for once I’m agreeing with you shawty sure is fineeeee
jackharlow 👨🏼🦯👨🏼🦯👨🏼🦯
indialove pass that 🍃
sza congrats bby
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urbanwyatt life been real great lately 😌
jackharlow urb the man
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urbanwyatt @yourinstagramname my baby girl 🥺🤍
lilnasx @yourinstagramname damn you might have to share your man sis 🥴
yourinstagramname @lilnasx cause I’ll block you like I did druski
druski2funny wait I was BLOCKED?!!
cozane life been wildddd
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yourinstagramname @urbanwyatt how’s the view up there?
urbanwyatt the view is looking too good 👀
jackharlow freaky asses
lilnasx bodyyyyyyy
druski2funny damn baby you trynna dump that redneck and be with me?
lilnasx @druski2funny signs point to no 🤷🏾
sza my wifeeeee
indialove don’t be shy lemme get a taste 🙈
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urbanwyatt school house rock type vibes 🍃
jackharlow lookin like medusa
yourinstagramname mhm I’m trynna have you rock on these walls 🙈
urbanwyatt @yourinstagramname on my way baby girl 😌
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yourinstagramname @lilnasx do you wanna get blocked nas? 🤔
lilnasx @yourinstagramname no I’m sorry 🧍🏾
druski2funny @lilnasx finally you don’t got anything to say.. I prayed for times like these
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yourinstagramname hide your mennnn or they will get snatched tf up
urbanwyatt that caption wasn’t needed 😒
jackharlow yuhhh we outside tonight twin
sza beautifulllll 🙈💗
druski2funny shit what I gotta hide for baby? all this chocolate is waiting for you
lilnasx @druski2funny I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth bc of you
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urbanwyattsoure I love these two so much 😌🤍
yourinstagramname @urbanwyatt I love you baby, thank you for always hyping me up
urbanwyatt @yourinstagramname I love you more sweet girl 🤍
druski2funny when will it be my turn 🥺
lilnasx @druski2funny I actually agree! I need this asap
(Something fun cause I got bored)
#jack harlow#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x reader#urban wyatt concept#urban wyatt blurb
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Happy new year- hoseok x black fem reader
Summary: you fuck your best friends ex at a party on new years
A/n: this is just cassie and nate from euphoria it’s hoseok and y/n and it last long and they both get obsessed. And y/n isn’t a annoying bitch like Cassie because she’s the Maddy
Warnings: sneaky sex, rough sex, semi public sex, oral (f receiving), pussywhipped hoseok, cum eating.
“Where are you😒 ughhh this party is so boring without you😩.” My phone pings as a text from my best friend Ashley, as I sit on the side of the side walk in front of a gas station. My mind scrambled as I’m already tipsy from all the beers I had before I left my house. A big car that looks familiar to me, as it gets closer the head lights blind me, Ashley’s boyfriend pulls out car. He’s tall and slender with brown hair hanging in front of his face, he’s never been so fine, I always distanced myself from him because I knew he was Ashley’s and the way he treated her. “Y/n? What you doing out here like this on New Year’s Eve?” He chuckles as he looks down at me sitting on the side walk, “are you going to that party in the hills?” I question while looking up at his dark sparkly eyes, “yea,But why aren’t you?”, “no ride”, “you want one?”, “of course I would” I smile up at him as he grabs my hand helping me get up.
“Mmgh, fuck I love your tiddies”. He moans as he kisses in between my boobs, he moves over to my left boob, taking the whole nipple in his mouth. His warm lips making me feel like the most luckiest girl in the world, the way his tongue twirled around my sensitive bud, his touch just making my back arch by itself. He lifted his head up, breathing heavily as he asked me “can you do this without telling anyone?” “Mhm”, “not even your family. Promise me.” He breathed as he placed his chin in between my boobs while looking up at my eyes,”I promise I won’t tell” I say quietly. He picked me up by my waist and placed me on the bathroom counter, he got on both of his knees and placed my tick thighs on his shoulders leaving his head in between my legs giving him eye contact with my leaking pussy. He slowly started kissing my thighs causing me to let out a soft moan and take hold of the sink, he started sucking my inner thigh right near my heat making me grip his soft straight hair.
He placed his hands on each side of my thighs as he moved his mouth to my clit and immediately started sucking it. His warm mouth against my cunt, I could cum on the spot, I could feel my high approaching, he started getting sloppier and going faster, my back arched off the mirror and my toes curled inside my heels, I gripped the sink harshly causing a loud slapping sound making my palms turn red and burn for a good 7 seconds, he pulled my legs closer for him to get better access to my clit. “I’m g-gonna cum” I moaned out loud. He went even faster and got even sloppier, “UHHGG! FUCK!” I let out with even noticing I came on his chin. “Fuck I love you” he growled while trying to catch his breath.
Hoseok grabbed my waist and slammed his lips into mine while he guided my hips off the counter and slammed me into the bathroom door without breaking the kiss, he undid his belt and dropped his baggy jeans to his ankles leaving him in his black boxers. “Drop those for me”, he listened and pulled out his long cock. Hes way taller than me with a slim figure, I just knew he could fuck really fucking good. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he stuck his long dick in me.
He was ripping right through me, I gasped out loud and grabbed his shoulders as he bounced me up and down on his cock, his tip hitting my cervix every single bounce and thrust, I felt as if I was I heaven, I couldn’t hear or feel anything, my mind as blank as ever. “Fuck- I want your cum on me” he groaned in my neck as I kept bouncing on his cock. He started to kiss my neck causing my back to arch off the door and my boobs to rub against his chest.
His head moved out of my neck and his back started to straighten out, his face started to twitch and so did his dick. He was close to cumimg and so was I, I started bouncing even faster and faster, he pulled his cock out my pussy which caused me to yelp. “Get on your knees for me” he growled and I listened, he released his load in my mouth, “swallow it” hoseok demanded. I swallowed his cum, he picked me up again and placed me on the sink again, he dived his tongue right into my pussy and that feeling came back, that feeling that makes my toes curl, that feeling that makes me go deaf.
Next thing I knew my cum was on his tongue, he swallowed my cum and got off his knees and came up to kiss me. I felt love for him every time his lips touched mine, he broke the kiss and landed a peck on my neck. “I fucking love you y/n and I want to be with you.”
“HOSEOK ARE YOU IN THERE?!”
#bts smut#bts reactions#bts imagines#curvy#love yall#bts x you#y/n#hoseok#j hope bts#jhope smut#hoseok smut#euphoria#jhope x you#jhope x reader#hoseok x you#black reader#bts x black reader
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Destiny you are not reading your asks today or did I read that wrong? I feel like anon was trying to say that she doesn't care about Tom because she didn't go public with him first. Huh??? Someone is bored and for sure trying to start shit.
Sorry y'all, I'm in the middle of work for like two different attorneys at the same time 🤦🏾♀️
So yea, my reading is probably off today lol 😆
Maybe I should just log off for today 😩
I initially took the post to mean that Z cared more about Tom and didn't really care as much about JE so she didn't really care about hiding too much. Sometimes, You hide (or PROTECT) what you feel is more sacred and precious to you.
I think ppl forget that Tom was also hiding Z. It was a JOINT decision. Tom has always been a very private person. Even with Olivia and Nadia, he was pretty private and freaked out when pap pics or even videos showing that he was with Olivia or Nadia living in his house were leaked. 👀
But anyway, yea, I think that anti was trying to start smthg, but I actually read it the OPPOSITE way rofl 🤣
And btw, we don't know exactly WHAT led to JE and Z breaking up. We need to stop thinking that we as fans know everything. I'll be honest, towards the end, Z wasn't really looking all that happy with him.
But anyway, Tom was def NOT a "consolation prize" or "second best". 🙄 How many times do ppl have to tell you that when you've left one person to get BACK with your EX, it's because you were always still in love with him???
Z didn't have to go back to Tom. She could have gone to any other actor in Hollywood even if JE had done her dirty. She did NOT have to get back with Tom. She got back with Tom because she WANTED TO.
End of story. 🤦🏾♀️
I don't have time for this type of nonsense today if ppl are going to be this dense. 😒
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Sonic, how many Shadows does it take to turn a Frown upside down?
Just one, anymore, and I'd probably die from boredom. 😑😑
What's that supposed to mean? 🤨🤨
Think about it, shads, just one of you is overprotective enough. 😮💨😮💨When you're home, you practically won't let me do anything, but just sit or run.🙄🙄
That's because I have nearly unlimited stamina, I can easily clean and cook so why have you do anything, plus there's the knife incident, the stairs incident, the washing machine incident and don't get me started on the fire. 😒😒🖐👈
Okay, okay, I get it, Im clumsy.✋️🙄😒
That's an understatement. 😒😒
.... 😑😑But shads look, you can't keep me on the couch forever, plus running is going to get boring eventually. 🙄🙄😕😕TV only has so many good shows, and I can only sleep and daydream for so long. 😩😩
What abo-😏😏
NO!! 😳😳I don't nearly have the stamina, I can barely last three rounds with you shads. ✋️✋️😤😤AND YOU STILL WANNA GO THREE MORE ROUNDS!!! 🤯🤯
What can I say sonic?😏😏 You get my blood rushing to the right places at the right time. 😏😏🫦🫦
ugh, you're freaking disgusting, anyways the point is I don't wanna get smothered by you.😮💨😮💨😒😒 If there was more than one of you, I'd die of boredom.🙄🙄😒😒
You can just have a good few rounds with one of them.🫤🫤🤷♂️🤷♂️
... 😒😒Correction, I'll die of boredom and too much frisk. 😧😧Just one is perfect. 🥰🥰
#sonic the hedgehog#shadow#shadow the hedgehog#sonic#gay#pride#shadow x sonic#sonadow#sonic x shadow
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I NEED y’all to understand that there is a difference between
“i don’t like taylor swift”
and
“eRRm…..ACTUally, 😭😭😔🥺🥺😒💞💘, I 🫢🤭🫣🥺🥺😩 I DON’T *hehe lol* 👉🏻👈🏻👉🏻👈🏻👉🏻👈🏻 ….like taylor swift😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 ik ik 😩😩😩😩😩🥺🥺🥺🥺 i’m just….not…*hehe sry awkward 😬 🥺* …basic ERRMM iggggg 😳😳😱😱😲😲😭😭😭😭😭💞💞✨✨✨✨✨ she’s…..KIIIIIIIINDA BORING 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 haha XD 😝🤭🥱😝😝😝😝😝😩🫢”
it’s giving “middle school pick me girl” it’s giving “internalized mysogyny” it’s giving “understand that people have different tastes in music than you and that doesn’t make you superior to anyone actually” it’s giving “ick” it’s giving “annoying, whiny and obnoxious asf” it’s giving-
#i have to stop#there’s literally nothing wrong with disliking an artist#but like#stoppp girl you’re embarrassing yourself#it’s boys too but like#this ones for the girlies#taylor swift#swiftie#help me god
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