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bth3cowboi · 1 month

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love conjeture, lh44 x reader

masterlist

pairing: lewis hamilton x mathematician!reader

summary: sometimes algorithms win championships, other times they help find love. (social media au)

mercedesamgf1

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mercedesamgf1 This year we want to give a special thank-you to Dr. Yn Ln! With the creation of her new algorithm focused on data analysis and her extensive collaboration this season our view in analytics evolved to unimaginable levels. We are forever grateful for her contributions and what they mean for the future of Formula 1. Thanks again Dr. Ln, and good luck with the thesis! 😎💻

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yninmath thank you for the opportunity🫡💙 it was an honor to work alongside this great team

mercedesamgf1 👏💙

user1 omg work girlll!!

user2 just googled her and im going crazy like how do you have 3 phds at 27😭?

user3 graduated super early too shes kind of a genius lol

lewishamilton thank you miss yn💙

yninmath your welcome sir champion🥹

user4 ok this is cuteee

user5 you should be thanking him bffr

georgerussell63 Outstanding!🙌 Make sure to come back Dr. Yn

yninmath oh but the travelling😮‍💨

lewishamilton nah you’ll make it back

yninmath if you say so haha

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yninmath currently picking up trash couches, writing thesis and remembering the friends ive made along the way 🤓💘

on a serious note, if anyone is interested in reading about topology feel free to read my new paper abt it (link in bio #influencer)

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roscoelovescoco working’s hard🐾😵‍💫

yninmath or hardly working🤔

bestfriend surprised the couch didnt bring rats or something

yninmath no rats or fleas!!! its been a great couch #trashcouch #luckygirls

bestfriend please never use # again

user1 great paper dr yn😍 is there any way I could get your paper on the hodge conjeture for academical porpouses? magazines are too expensive, help a girl out🙏

yninmath dm me girl that should be free so make sure your class gets it too

user2 dr yn youre saving the nyu maths class of 25’🫡

lewishamilton no rest on break miss yn?

yninmath you know me already haha💞

user3 suspicious…

user4 what? they cant be just friends?

user5 I thought she worked for merecedes, what is this?

user6 she was only there to develop part of her thesis tho still won them another championship

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f1paddockgossip BREAKING! Lewis Hamilton was caught while vacationing in France with mathematician and Mercedes’ collaborator Dr. Yn Ln. The pair are rumored to be in a months-long relationship already, starting in the middle of last season.

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user1 NOOOOO

user2 isnt she like way younger than him? weird

user3 shes literally a grown woman lol she can be with whoever she pleases

user4 no cause they actually look really cute🥹 so happy for them

user5 right! she seems super nice

user6 i just know that man is confused everytime she talks numbers lmao the curse of dating a stem girlie

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton congrats on the finished thesis miss yn😉💙 love you

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yninmath love u and ty for the championship😘 would have failed otherwise

lewishamilton 😂😂

lewishamilton anything for my girl

yninmath 🥹

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yninmath you best believe he sat on the #trashcouch #dearlordwhenigettoheaven

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bestfriend did it have fleas lewishamilton?

lewishamilton no but I was worried

yninmath booo tomatoes

bestfriend just buy a new one please

yninmath i believe in sustentability🫡🍃

lewishamilton there has to be a limit

lewishamilton ❤️❤️

yninmath love you sm

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a/n: ty for reading and i hope you enjoyed🩷 maybe ill be writing more for different drivers soon, so if anyone is interesed keep that in mind!

#f1 #lewis hamilton #lh44 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 x you #lewis hamilton x reader

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ibrithir-was-here · 1 year

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Rules: Tag 10(okay maybe less) people you want to get to know better.

Hey thanks for the tag @windsweptinred ! And congrats on the marriage!

Relationship Status: Single (possibly cursed but you know what, learning to live with it xD )

Favorite Color: Soft pink/lilac

Song Stuck in my Head: Grifters by Charming Disaster, which I discovered when looking for Dimension 20 animatics x)

Three Favorite Foods: Good pizza, chicken tikka masala, a good toasted sandwich

Last Song I Listened Too: The Campfire Song from The Lightening Thief musical 😅 (Ive actually never read Percy Jackson, was over my greek mythology phase by the time they came out but that musical has banging songs 👌)

Dream Trip: Would love to get back to England again, any part. There's so much cool history and folklore

Last Thing I Googled: Snowdrop flower, I needed it for a reference

Imma tag @glassballdinosaurs @andtheirlovewasrenewed @rosesnwater @javelin-woman @pigeon-princess @theboarsbride @gayfergus and whoever else wants too 👍 Also no pressure at all to respond!

#tag game

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420technoblazeit · 2 years

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Anon who just woke up when they got the news and wrote a long goddamn essay, back with another one! Prepare to read!!!

Ive been doing better now. I confided about what happened to my parents who were both, surprisingly, supportive and understanding about what happened which definitely helped me a lot.

I then checked in on friends who I knew also liked Techno to make sure they were okay

After, I started scrolling through the technoblade tag, seeing all the art, everyones thoughts, his friends comments about him on twitter also helped me as I didn't feel alone in what I was going through

I still feel weird now though. Like I said in my og essay, Techno helped dragged me back into the Minecraft fandom, as I took a break when it was becoming less popular. He truly was a comfort cc of mine and to know hes gone is upsetting. I was and still am a major SBI fan. I enjoyed the family dynamic the four of them created so much. I used to joke with my close friends, who I regard as siblings now, that we three we specific members of SBI. I was Will, my sister was Tommy and my sibling was Techno (The Phil role was whoever had the braincell at the time (WHICH IS MOSTLY ME- /lh)). Hell, the whole reason I started referring those two close friends of mine as my siblings is because techno and the rest of SBI helped me truly understand the idea that family is more than just blood. Funny how the blood god taught me that

I will miss shouting 4/4 SBI whenever the four of them just so happened to even be in the same twitch chat. I'll miss being excited to see any of the duos be together. I'll miss Technos witty jokes and dry sense of humor that I feel in love with. I'll miss Techno, Alex, Dave, whatever you want to call him.

I want to keep his legacy on though. I actually wanted to try and get good at pvp recently and Im not giving up on that. I was one of the many voices in his head and its my job to keep his blood god legacy going, even if Im bad at it

To anyone who made it this far in my second essay of this topic, congrats, remember to drink plenty of water, eat and rest well, and I'm giving you all a big virtual hug.

And a big thank you to you, 420Technoblazeit, the dsmpblr community and any techno fans within/outside it. You all gave me a place to feel accepted when twitter was hell and now you've given me a place to be able to peacefully mourn a beloved man

You are all beloved nerds <3

it's great that sbi helped you connect with your siblings! it helped me connect with my brother too. i think it'd be really cool if you started doing pvp, keep me updated on that! i'm always open to talk if you want to pop into my inbox or dm me. it'll get better broski, hang in there

#the pig squeals #cancer tw #tw cancer #technoblade #death tw #tw death

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absolute-flaming-trash · 2 years

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hey hey ♡ congrats on accomplishing such a millestone ! you really deserve each follower you get! and as a fellow dc writer, i look forward to reading your work ! actually, ive been following you for quite a while and i really like your content ! which is why i was so excited when i saw your match up event ! i usually do match up events as well, however i don't think ive taken part in one so this new for me and i wanted to try it.

my personality type is enfp/infp, im a girl in my 20s and use she/ her pronouns ♡ the gender of the character does not matter at all (so select whoever). three things i really like are: art (drawing), flowers and food (i also like mystery movies and kindness). there is just something so attractive about a gentle person you know. i really like going out to museums and parks, but i enjoy being at home all the same especially if I'm home cooking or baking ! people say im too kind and that it will be my downfall, but what do they know lol. im not really afraid of anything but i do get nervous when it comes to driving vehicles and i don't like loud noises or people who yell alot or are controlling or mean. actually people who yell do scare me ... haha. as for the fandom, im fine with either hxh or jjk , you can decide based on whichever character you believe suits it more.

also, i hope you don't mind... but when youre done with my request .. i would also like to do a ship but for you ! to thank you for all your hard work (because shipping people can be tedious)..

stay safe ♡ thanks for everything ! love ya !

cupid anon (if that name isn't taken - can i be your cupid anon?)

Ayo I will never be used to this level of generosity and compliments from anons, you best watch your step before I give you a forehead kith 🥺🥺🥺

Fun fact, I had never done a matchup event because I genuinely didn't think I'd be any good at them.

You can absolutely do a ship for me!! I'm curious to see what you'd have in mind for me, but please only do so if you have the time and energy 💛 Feel free to throw it in the ask box, or even tag me if you feel like revealing yourself (but if not, no worries at all 💛)

What attracted them to you:

There’s this fragility to you that is incredibly captivating. To him you symbolize the good that’s left in this world, and so how could he not be drawn to someone like you after being surrounded by misery and suffering for so long? The hobbies you have may seem boring to others, but they’re beautiful in their simplicity, and just add onto the charm you’re completely unware that you have.

How they got to you:

He more than likely got to you while he was still a salary man. Going to the same bakery every day and getting the same thing for lunch, and running into you selling your wares. Or maybe you worked in the same building as him and had the habit of bringing in your home-made goodies to share in the office.

Either way, most of the time he wouldn’t say much aside from the normal small talk, but after tasting your food the man would secretly be spiraling, and he would gradually build up a relationship with you then by playing on your susceptibility to those who are gentle with you.

You have all the qualities he could ever want in a partner, and you’d fulfil that role whether you wanted to or not. In a world that’s so cursed and full of anguish, it’s the least you could do.

#riri answers #riri writes #500 followers event #matchup event #Cupid Anon #lovely nonny

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap drabble #sapnap oneshot #bubblyhoneyfics #honey answers #mcyt x reader #🥚except small

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itjazzbicch · 3 years

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Lessons

Pairing: Santana x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader is the Princess of Long Island, now the women's champion in AEW. She had always been cocky and confident, that doubling now that she is champion and when she crosses paths with the Inner Circle, she isn't afraid to speak her mind, but also triggers Santana, her attitude wanting to make him teach her a lesson and put her in her place...

Warnings: SMUT!! (LIKE A LOT) (18+!!)

Requested by: Anon (Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count: 3209

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @justamess44 @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose

I DO OWN THIS GIF

Just when we all thought the beef between the Inner Circle and the Pinnacle would die down, it didn't. Which became a nuisance for everyone.

I had just won the AEW women's championship at Double or Nothing. My match should have been the main event! Not all of these childish boys bickering.

Inner Circle had some screen time, celebrating their victory, but of course, MJF tried to ruin that and their little moment ran up part of my time, and little did they know, they made a big mistake because the time they took was mine.

Everyone was a bit confused whenever they heard my music playing, strutting in my red bottom heels and brand-new black, cocktail dress and that new, shiny title over my shoulder.

"Aye, cut my music," I demanded, smiling at all of the men in the ring, all of their eyes on me, "Don't get me wrong. Inner Circle versus Pinnacle. You have had your shining moments. Your stadium stampede match, not bad at all. Nowhere near as good as mine, but not bad."

I was laughing at all of them, they were clearly upset by my words and I wasn't even done yet, sighing:

"You all are talented, but this feud, oh god! It's more stale than Shida's run as women's champion, haha! You guys got to have your Lion King moment at Blood and Guts, you had your pathetic excuse for a stadium stampede match. Now, get the hell out of here."

They all were exchanging looks, in disbelief, but I snapped some sense into them, my inner bitch coming out when I cocked my hip, scoffing, "Did I stutter? The princess of Long Island is here and I am your women's champion. Show some respect, let the real star here shine, and get the hell out of my ring."

Finally, one of them did something, Wardlow sitting on the ropes for me so I could enter the ring.

"Nice to see one of you have manners," I groaned, but smiling at Wardlow, "Thanks, honey."

"Congrats on winning the title," MJF tried to smile at me, but I always saw through his fakeness, just rolling my eyes, taking the center of the ring with my microphone.

I was ready to have my moment, addressing my victory, but Inner Circle was still in the ring and it annoyed me quickly.

"You boys sure are stubborn," I murmured under my breath, but let them have a moment whenever Jericho stepped up to me, saying:

"The princess of Long Island, Y/N! Nice to see that you're an even bigger brat now that you are champion."

Any time someone called me a brat, it never bothered me. I just smiled, being sarcastic like usual when I smiled at Chris:

"Thank you for addressing me by my titles. I really appreciate it. Now Chris, you know what it's like to be a champion here in AEW. You sure had your moments and celebrations while you were the world champ. Let the princess enjoy hers. Now, go make yourself useful and get me a bottle of champagne backstage and not that disgusting thing you call the bubbly."

The crowd had mixed emotions about me, but one thing I did know was that they sure loved it whenever I was making rude comments to someone and embarrassing them. Again, I went to the middle of the ring, expecting them to leave, but I heard behind me:

"Naw, shorty needs to learn a lesson."

Quickly, I turned around to see Santana in front of Chris, clearly pissed off. I didn't back down at all; I was the one to take a step closer, smiling in Santana's face. Even though I was smiling, I was pissed off too.

When I lifted my microphone, my New Yorker accent began to came out, making sure there was plenty of attitude when I scoffed, "I need to learn a lesson?"

"Yeah, you do and I'll gladly put you in your place!" Santana yelled at me, taking Chris's microphone, "We fought like hell at Double or Nothing. We fought for something a lot more important than a title! We-"

"That's exactly your problem!" I yelled interrupting him, all of them listening when I continued, "Here's the thing about wrestling. It's about wrestling and winning championships! Everyone wants to make alliances, make 'families' and that leads to failure! I've been solo my whole career and you see, everywhere I go, I got boys drooling, girls wanting to be me, always being booked, and most importantly, winning titles!"

Santana had nothing to say just yet, but steaming with anger whenever I added:

"For example, other than Chris, when the hell did any of you win a title here in AEW?"

I left a moment of silence, waiting for an answer but there wasn't any.

"Oof," I cringed, "That's what I thought. You guys think you're the shit but in reality, you're a bunch of losers!"

"Losers, my ass!" Santana snapped and seeing how angry he was made me laugh hysterically, but I snapped back into bitch mode, flashing my title, cocking my hip, and flipping my hair.

"My time is very expensive and you boys wasted enough of it. And Santana, you better watch who you're talking to. You're lucky I'm in my red bottoms and this dress or I'd show you how a champion does it right here in this ring."

"Is that right?" Santana smiled, licking his lip and getting in my face.

He was hiding his anger by smiling, but I smiled right back, inches away from his face, if I got any closer our noses would have touched.

"That's right," I whispered, "Unless you want to prove me wrong. Actually, it wouldn't be the first time I wrestled in a dress."

"I got you, girl," Santana smiled, backing away, "You just wait!"

"Don't keep me waiting too long," I smiled back, winking at him, but when I turned to the crowd, I rolled my eyes.

Finally! Finally! I had my time in the ring and I also sat on commentary for one of the women's matches. It annoyed me that Tony tried to keep asking me questions about what just took place between me and the Inner Circle, but I told him to shut up and he listened. Thankfully, Jim told him how he shouldn't piss of royalty.

Right after that match, I went back to my dressing room. A bottle of champagne was truly calling my name. Too much annoyance consumed my mind for the night.

"Y/N," One of the backstage crew members called out, a bottle in his hands when he approached me, "A gift for you."

"No way," I laughed, taking the bottle that was champagne, one of my favorites actually, "That stupid idiot actually got me a bottle!"

"Actually," The member murmured, a bit scared as he did interrupt me a bit, "Here's the note."

I took the note from him, reading it and it said, "From one New Yorker to another."

MJF maybe? I tried thinking of who would have left it behind. After what I said out there, it definitely wasn't anyone in the Inner Circle. Either way, I didn't care. I just took it and went inside my room, demanding from the crew member:

"A Champagne glass. Now."

That member did not hesitate and while in my room, I was just watching the show, opening up the bottle while waiting. After what felt like forever, I heard a knock on my door.

"Finally," I groaned, "It's open!"

That same crew member opened the door, but then someone grabbed it. I couldn't tell who it was, but I saw their hand taking the champagne glass and a small bucket of ice.

"Thanks, but I got it from here."

Santana? Well, I found my fellow New Yorker who gifted me with champagne.

"Aww," I smiled while sitting up, "I only asked for a glass and he also brought me some ice for the bottle. How sweet is that?"

Santana wasn't thrilled to see me and I made sure he didn't get away from my smart comments whenever I stood up, mumbling, "Only if he got here sooner."

Without any words, I took the glass and ice over to the small table where I had the bottle waiting.

"So, you came over here for a reason. Care to tell?" I asked, pouring a glass, "Also, nice choice."

"I already told you out in the ring," Santana sighed, his hands in his pockets while he came around the couch and to the table where I was standing, "Maybe now that you're not on camera with the crowd around you, just maybe your ego won't get to your head."

"You're funny," I whispered, giggling while taking a sip, "Nothing about an ego. I just know my worth."

"Chris was right whenever he called you a brat," He mumbled, becoming annoyed with me, but I stopped beating around the bush.

"As I recall, you said that I need to be taught a lesson," I reminded him, smiling, "It would be a shame if I passed up the offer, but I don't think this would be the place to have a proper wrestling match."

"You really think you can beat me in the ring?" He smirked, thinking I was crazy.

"I know that I can," I smiled, "You think I'm afraid to wrestle a man? I could take that world title off of Omega if I wanted to."

Santana just laughed at me, shaking his head when he said, "You're crazy."

"Not crazy, just very ambitious and self-confident. What's wrong with that?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow, "No matter what 'lesson' you teach me-"

I was sure we both knew what was going to happen next, so I made the first move, getting close to him like when we were in the ring, just inches away from one another, finishing with:

"It's not going to change a thing."

There was no fighting the smile that was creeping onto my face when Santana got even closer, towering over me but still keeping direct eye contact, leaning his head down a little, our noses almost touching when he whispered:

"You sure about that?"

"We just went through this. Go ahead. Try to prove me wrong," I chuckled, seeing him shake a little when I picked up my leg, my thigh running between both of his, whispering, "But be careful how you hold me. I'm not just a princess, I'm a weapon."

All of the tension between us shattered like glass, about dropping my glass whenever his lips hit mine like a truck. There was no way I could deny it, he was a damn good kisser and it drove me crazy, taking him by surprise when I pushed him against the wall.

His hands were tugging at my dress, pulling it above my hips. I was smiling more when I felt his large, warm hands sliding down, taking two handfuls of my ass, biting my lip, and making me gasp hard when he planted a firm, swift smack on my ass.

It had me breathing heavily and it fired me up. I took two handfuls of his shirt, whispering against his lips, "Damn, you trying to make me cum already?"

"You like that?" Santana smiled, getting a moan out of me when he hit me with another one.

After that one, I snapped, wanting to get down and dirty. His eyes were locked on me, smiling when I stepped out of my panties, letting my dress fall, staying in my heels.

"You must not have listened when I told you that I'm a weapon," I huffed, ready to go back to him, but he came at me, throwing off his jacket, sitting me on the back of the couch, his shirt going next, hands at his jeans when I pulled him by his shoulders into another kiss.

I hopped down from the couch the moment I saw his briefs, getting a good look for myself, liking what I saw, making the rush in me pick up the speed.

"I'm not known for being speechless, but damn," I chuckled, my hand stroking his cock softly, watching him bite his lip.

He let me have my own little moment of fun, but immediately after, he took me by the wrist, twirling me around so that I was facing the couch, bending me over it. The anticipation was killing me; Santana adding to it with every move he made, his hand around my throat, bringing my head back a little so he could whisper in my ear:

"It's time you learn your lesson."

"This seems like a very fun lesson if you ask me-" I chuckled, but ended up breathless, gasping for a moment, then biting my lip.

I felt his crown pop into me, having to stretch me wide with every inch that slid up, which was a good bit, hitting every sensitive part along my walls. I had to bite my lip hard, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing me truly moan just yet.

"Got nothing smart to say now huh?" He snickered, thrusting into me hard, keeping his hips pinned against me and that made the moans I was holding back jump out, "Come on, I know you have a loud mouth."

"Got damn you," I whispered under my breath, closing my eyes and just taking in the crazy good feeling, it becoming hard to handle how he was bottoming me out already.

It was hard to believe how hard and fast he could go for so long, my hands gripping onto the end of the couch, trying to rock my hips back into him, but his pace was a bit too fast for me, his hands at my hips, sliding down to my thighs a bit, squeezing them hard with each thrust.

Again, I tried rocking back into him and when I did, his crown went past my sweet spot, making my legs shake like hell, bending over a little further, burying my face in the couch cushion.

Of course, he had to add to it, slapping my ass hard, then taking my hair, pulling my head back.

"Trying to hide something?" He huffed, laughing a bit, but burying himself deep, making me moan out so loudly, barely pulling his hips back, then pounding into me, growling in my ear, "Everyone in this damn building is going to hear you screaming my name. There ain't no hiding it, Y/N."

I was already a moaning mess, but there was one thing I wasn't doing and that was saying his name. With the mindset I have, I didn't want to give him that satisfaction, but that mindset was broken.

Being in heels definitely didn't help my legs, they were still shaking like hell, Santana's hand still pulling at my hair when he leaned back, pulling his cock all the way down and slamming every inch back.

"Fuck Santana!" I cried out, not even trying to fight it anymore.

"Huh?" He huffed, pulling back on me a little more so that I was almost standing, "I couldn't hear you."

I could feel tears form a bit from the way every nerve in my body was burning. My whole body burning like a wildfire. All of the heat coiling up in my core, the burning making my knees weak; I was barely able to stand up and if that wasn't enough, my ass received another swift smack. It made me smile, my ass tingling and I could feel it steaming.

"You're fucking amazing, Santana," I praised, smiling with more moans, but he had me right back to whining and nearly screaming, using his foot to move my legs, spreading them a little wider, bringing me up all the way, his chest against my back.

My body was ready to fall like a game of Jenga, his hand sliding down my inner hip and rubbing my clit rapidly, his hips still rolling, using his forearm to push mine down, making his crown go even deeper. I was sure he was at my lower stomach, that's where I felt all of the impact.

All I could do was whine and moan helplessly, my walls beginning to pulsate hard and I was ready to let it all go, let my orgasm run free, but he started slowing down.

"Santana," I whined, trying to move my hips, "Don't do this to me."

"I'm not fully convinced that you learned your lesson," Santana scoffed, "But I'm about to find out."

He began to give me slow thrusts, but every single one was hard, still able to keep the sense of my orgasm around, almost triggering it, but not letting it happen. Sharp whines fell from my lips with every thrust, his hand still at my clit.

"Please, Santana," I asked, trying not to sound like I was begging, but that's what he wanted.

"Huh?" He teased, beginning to pick up his pace a little more, "I'm having a hard time hearing you. Especially with you moaning like that."

He knew I was ready to snap. I tried to fight it, but with every thrust, every moan, I was becoming desperate, his ungodly speed bringing my orgasm right back again and I didn't want it going anywhere; So, I gave him what he wanted.

"Please just-" I began, having to swallow my pride, "Please just let me cum, Santana. Please, please."

"That's all you had to do," He whispered, bending me over the couch again, lifting one of my legs and going so hard, but finally, with a super tight clench of my walls, wrapped around him so tight, I could feel every part of his cock slide up and when his crown went past my sweet spot again, I actually let out a loud scream.

"Oh, my fuc-" I cried, holding onto one of his hands for dear life, "Santana!"

My body was going crazy, shaking and tensing up at the same time. Santana actually helped a bit when he held me by the sides, feeding me some softer thrusts while all of the wet heat just fell out onto him, still getting some faint moans out of me while I was trying to catch my breath.

"Told you I was going to put you in your place," Santana chuckled, but I just ignored his comment for now.

My brain felt like it was lagging, my body ready to just drop and I even admitted that when I whispered, "And I thought wrestling was rough."

Santana heard me and laughed, leaning down, teasing me, "Aww, the princess can't take a few rough strokes?"

"I'm still standing ain't I?" I smirked, fighting through the shaking and standing up, "In red bottoms too."

"They ain't as red as your ass though," He noted, stroking my ass where he slapped it, and even, I laughed at it.

"I will admit," I sighed, swallowing my pride, looking back at him to say, "Maybe you did actually teach me a lesson."

"Trust me, whether if you admit it or not," Santana smiled, lighting tapping my ass again, kissing me when he whispered, "I know I did."

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #aew #aew imagine #aew fic #aew smut #aew oneshot #Santana #Santana x reader #santana imagine #santana fic #santana smut #santana oneshot #request #read and enjoy

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hotchley · 3 years

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Congrats on hitting 500! 🎉. Can you please do 2 from the fluff prompts for Rossi and the rest of the team?

Thank you! This is so bad because I do not write fluff well, but it was so funny (to me. Literally nobody else is going to laugh.) Umm... yeah. I wrote this in the car home. Ignore any errors, I didn't proofread.

Everyone is OOC. I had to do that to make it more fluff-like, just go with it.

2: what have you done to my kitchen?

Trigger Warnings: eating, food, food mentions, eating habits, birthday/birthday celebrations

read on ao3!

With hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea the BAU had ever had.

At the time, it had been.

See, Rossi was always very concerned about the eating habits of the rest of the team. Which did make sense given that Reid was the best example. And that was because he ate three meals a day, everyday, at the same time. So the bar was below the ground.

He would bring in snacks, and then suddenly remember that his blood pressure meant he couldn't eat them, so Derek had to. He would accidentally make too much lunch, which would pull JJ away from her files. Apparently Hotch absolutely adored a certain food (he hated it) which always made Emily eat it. Aaron just took what he was given without complaining because Dave had far too much blackmail for him to risk his wrath.

So the team thought they could return the favour. Weekly cooking lessons- they weren't really lessons, a more accurate way of describing them would be Rossi's pretend cooking show the rest of the team watched- had become a tradition after the first one. They reached a point where Will, Beth, Savannah and the kids tagged along. Sometimes Alex and Kate would pop in, and they had a rota to dictate who would deliver to Ashley.

The first time Emily went had been an experience for everyone.

And even though they all knew that the many accidents involving Rossi's food were deliberate and always had been, they played along because it made him feel good, and it was a very lovely thing for him to do. He wasn't always good at showing his love the way it was needed, but with this, he always tried.

So as his birthday came closer and closer- although he kept denying it, not wanting it to become a big event- they decided how they were going to celebrate and show their appreciation for everything he had done at the same time. It was such an easy decision it was almost laughable.

They were going to cook for him. And not just a single meal. No, a feast, that the entire team, past and present, could enjoy. JJ and Morgan, as the most competent adults were making the mains, Emily and Spencer had been tasked with the sides because there was no way they could mess up a salad and Penelope and Hotch were sorting out desert.

It had been a perfect plan. Strauss was going to take Rossi out in the morning, and he would spend the day with her, Joy, and some of his other friends because apparently, he had those. Hotch would then turn up with Jack and take the spare key from wherever it was hidden- he wasn't allowed to say, and the rest of them would turn up after. By the time Rossi came home, everything would be ready. It might be a good time to place some emphasis on the had.

Aaron hadn't been able to find the key. Instead of waiting to see if someone else could get it, he'd thrown a rock through the window, climbed in and unlocked the door from inside. Unfortunately, Rossi's alarm was silent, so it was only the sirens came closer did he realise what was happening. And if that wasn't bad enough, Will was the cop they'd sent. He found it funny. Everyone whose name wasn't Aaron did.

He thought that would be the end of their problems. It was just a start.

His and Penelope's cake batter had gotten mixed up with one of the dishes JJ was making, which would've been fine, but they couldn't tell which one, so they'd both needed to start again.

And whilst that was happening, Derek had burnt his. Aaron had cursed Rossi for having an electric stove, which led to Jack politely asking what a "fudging mochafluffer" was. Emily told him what his dad had actually meant.

Emily had put a bowl in the microwave. She'd asked Aaron if it could go, and when he'd seen that it was just butter and chocolate- she was helping Penelope- he said yes, because he assumed she would've checked that it was a microwave proof bowl. She hadn't, and the bowl melted, leaving the microwave full of burnt chocolate and partially melted butter.

Spencer had somehow managed to avoid injuring himself, but that was all. He had been tasked with making salad. Vegetable salad. As in, a salad that contained vegetables. When Aaron went to help Emily determine whether a sauce was too hot- it was, by a large amount- he was covered in sprinkles. Jack's laughter identified him as the culprit.

Then, because of all the restarting and incidents and quantity of food they were making, they'd run out of dishes. After all, Dave was one person most days. Four, if Joy and her family came down. The most he ever had at one time was the team and family. Even then, only a few pots and pans were needed.

But because they were already running well behind schedule, they'd just tried to wash, dry and use alternative containers if they needed them urgently. With all six of them- and Jack- in the area, a few were dropped, and some didn't even clean in the dishwasher.

In short, the whole thing was a disaster. But as there was no clock in the kitchen, everyone assumed they still had time to salvage something. Anything, so Dave's birthday wasn't a disaster.

They didn't. Because as Aaron and Emily argued about why anyone would want to eat toasted lettuce- Emily's point was the lettuce had come straight from the fridge so putting it on the toaster would get it to room temperature, Aaron's was that he'd heard smarter things from Sergio- a key turned in the lock.

Erin walked in first, only realising what had been done in her absence when Dave walked through the door. He blinked. Then he rubbed his eyes. And then he pinched himself. When it became clear that he wasn't dreaming, he groaned.

"What have you done to my kitchen?"

And that was a good question. Every surface was covered in half-finished dishes, bowls, cutlery, food and other unidentifiable substances (Emily's cooking.) The six of them were a mess, their clothes completely ruined, and Aaron- who must have won the argument about lettuce- had some in his hair.

"Surprise?" Aaron said, completely deadpan.

"Dear me. Right, all of you, out. The spare bedroom has clothes for all of you. Get changed, and then we'll sort this out."

The team left, feeling terrible.

That feeling faded, because when they came back, Dave was eating one of their many not quite complete dishes. Straight from the bowl. But he seemed to like it! He actually liked it!

"We just wanted to do something nice for you," JJ said.

He shrugged. "I know. Erin kept checking her phone, so then I basically annoyed her into telling me. I know you've basically ruined my kitchen, but your intentions were good, and I appreciate the attempt. Truly. It was very sweet of you."

"Does this mean we get out of having to clear up?" Emily asked.

"No. We'll worry about that later. You must be starving, doing all of this since whenever it was."

"We started a bit later than planned," Penelope confessed.

"Oh I know. Very graceful dive Aaron. You do realise the spare keys are in the same place they've always been?"

Aaron frowns, then walks out, and reaches down somewhere the others can't see. When he comes back, his cheeks are flushed. "Oh."

"Indeed."

"Wait, you can't cook anything. It's your birthday!" Derek says.

"Whoever said anything about cooking?" Dave replies.

Right on cue, the doorbell goes. Dave takes the bag, giving the student on the other side a generous tip. He turns back, pizza in his arms. When he sees the shocked looks on everyone's faces, he shrugs.

"It's good."

Spencer laughs, and gets the extra paper plates out.

They sit in the living room, some of them on the couch, some of them on the floor, and Dave realises that despite everything- or maybe it's because of his broken window and messy kitchen- this has been the best birthday he's ever had.

It's a feeling only solidified when each member of the team takes one final slice of pizza without a single thought of anything other than enjoyment.

#hotchley’s 500 #tw eating #tw food #tw food menton #tw eating habits #tw birthday #tw birthday celebration

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serodev · 3 years

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Hi, I'm brand new to the fandom and your blog but I figured why not? ^^. I'd like a matchup too if you don't mind, congrats on 300!!

Nickname: I go by Sock mostly online, sometimes I use the alias Cali tho

Sexuality: Cishet girl

Likes/hobbies: I love to paint and bake mostly, sometimes I do a little origami if I feel like it and do a bit of meditation for the self care. I haven't read often lately but I do love a good fantasy book. My favorite place to go is the beach, and these probably didn't exist in the time Demon Slayer takes places but I also love amusement parks and arcades, basically fun little places like that. Also a big fan of violence- jk, I mean I go for really actiony and kinda violent stories/media (lmao kinda like Demon Slayer) and I'm a sucker for badasses in general. I also love animals, I mainly have a softspot for big "scary" ones like big cats or sharks, but I have an adorable small sized puppy who I love dearly

Dislikes: Bullies, bullies, and bullies. Of any kind who do it for almost any reason, if someone picks on the little guy I automatically want to break a bone and I wish I was bigger and stronger so I could act as an effective protector of sorts. I also can't stand places that are simultaneously small and crowded. I can stay in a small room, I can be around a lot of people but I lose it entirely in a small space with a lot of people. Also can't stand litter or tagging in nature

Extra: I'm extremely loyal, as a friend and a lover, and I get easily upset when someone I care about is upset and will immediately want to remedy their feelings and/or the situation if I can help it and that will include being willing to beat the snot out of whoever made them upset. I'm an introvert mostly so I don't like to be around a lot of people for a long time or for more than two days in a row but I love having friends and can spend time with them much longer. I also love to ramble about random things that catch my interest or that I like to study, including nature and animals and all that but also again, stories I read (or you know, one of the many fandoms I'm in '^^)

Note(s): I've never actually heard someone go by Sock on the internet, but it doesn't matter too much because that nickname is way too cute for me to handle;;; Also, awwhh... I'm more than sure that your puppy's cute too!

I match you up with...

Tanjiro Kamado!

» Everything about you and your personality just screams to me how well you and Tanjiro would get along! You two would be everyone's favorite power couple, that's for sure!

» Oh gosh, the things you two would do together... It doesn't matter to Tanjiro if he's awful at something (like being on rollercoasters or maybe even watching some of the violent media you're into) because he really wants to spend time with you, and he's making sure that you don't feel alone while being with him! (The boy's like a personal puppy if you squint enough.)

» Tanjiro's the guy who will actually break a bone (by accident!!!) if he sees someone bullying an innocent person, and you might have to pull him back before he makes the bully bleed by headbutting them or something!

» His dedication for justice is cute, though, so it's hard to be angry towards him, so please try to kiss his cheek or something when the whole bullying scenario is sorted out.

» I think that spending time with Tanjiro can be an extremely pleasant thing for you even with your introverted personality, thanks to his calm and sometimes stupid character. (Thankfully, though, he's usually pretty cute while he's acting stupid, so it doesn't really burn too much energy when you try to explain things to him)

#kamado tanjirou #tanjiro kamado #kny tanjiro #tanjiro x you #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro x reader #kny x reader #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kamaboko squad #sero writes #kny matchup

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ghostiesblog · 3 years

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happy 100 followers!!!!!!!!! could you write a small flarrie secret admirer drabble? if not that’s totally ok!! congrats again!!!

Thank you anon!!! This is NOT a small drabble lmao I have no concept of doing anything in moderation. Might even edit it a bit in a while and post it on ao3. Thank you for the awesome prompt. Here ya go:

I'm not magical, I can't read your mind

Pairings: Flarrie | Warnings: none

There’s a rose on Flynn’s desk. There’s a rose on Flynn’s desk. And she has no idea who put it there.

Well- she does know who put it there, she knows that it’s Nick’s job this year to distribute the Valentine’s Day roses and messages, a school tradition that Flynn normally despises and mocks to no end. But someone must have bought the rose, addressed it to her and handed it in and Flynn absolutely cannot fathom who would do that for her.

Definitely not the person she wishes this was from. But now is not the time to think about that.

Almost frantically, she scans the rose for an attached message, or at least an indication about who the sender is.

Nothing. In fact, it looks like the cardboard tag has been ripped off, leaving only the corner with her own name, attached to a piece of string.

“Ooh”, Julie says, waggling her eyebrows, when she spots Flynn puzzling over her flower. “Who’s this from?”

“No idea”, Flynn says, dragging her thumb across the jagged edges of the destroyed tag. “No idea…”

Later in the hallway, Flynn tries her best to stealthily transfer the rose from her backpack into her locker. She fails, obviously, because she when she looks around she catches Carrie blatantly staring at her from a few feet away.

“What?” she snaps, irritably. Yes, Carrie has very clearly been trying to be nicer to both her and Julie, but Flynn is still weary of this new found peace.

She also might be a bit annoyed simply because she got a rose and it isn’t from Carrie.

Immediately, something in Carrie’s posture changes and her face scrunches up.

“Nothing”, she says. “Just wondering who’s stupid enough to send you a rose.”

Flynn feels like she’s been punched in the chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” she says incredulously.

“Don’t you hate valentine’s day?” Carrie asks and now Flynn is just confused. Why does she still remember that?

“It’s anonymously”, Julie chimes in unhelpfully. “From a secret admirer”

She sings those last words teasingly, like she’s done all the way through English lesson. Like she has any room to talk with the songs Luke and her write about each other on the daily.

Carrie raises an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed.

“Someone sent you a rose and didn’t even write their name? That’s so stupid.”

“It’s not-“, Flynn starts and then breaks off. Why does she suddenly feel defensive over this anonymous sender?

“Sounds like a coward to me”, Carrie says with a sickly sweet smile before turning away. “See you in music”, she calls and disappears down the hallway.

“What has made her revert back to demon today?” Julie says, sounding as confused as Flynn feels.

Flynn doesn’t expect any follow up after the rose on Valentine’s Day. It has been fun coming up with more and more wild theories with Julie and the band (the latest being that it’s a ghost who has fallen for Flynn when they saw her setting up the lightshow at the Orpheum), but to Flynn at least it is clear that that was the end of it.

So when she finds a small envelope on her desk the next morning, it takes her a bit to figure out what’s happening here.

Inside, she finds a small piece of paper with, curiously enough, words clearly written by a real typewriter on it.

To: Flynn

I’m sorry I’m a mess,

But you simply make me speechless.

I couldn’t let you go without a note,

After I trashed the first one I wrote,

So let me just say, though this is nothing new,

I seem to have hopelessly fallen for you.

When Carrie catches Julie and Flynn pouring over the poem during lunch while walking past their table, she scoffs.

“A bit cliché, don’t you think?”

Flynn scowls and hides the note with her hand. “Go away Carrie”

“The meter’s off”, Carrie says haughtily before stalking off.

“How did she spot that so fast?” Julie exclaims incredulously.

The next note shows up in Flynn’s bag while she’s working on a Spanish presentation with Nick and Carrie.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I like your music,

And your rapping too

“Now that’s just tacky”, Carrie says, while spying over Flynn’s shoulder.

Flynn rolls her eyes.

Flynn,

No poem today, just wanted to say that your smile made my day.

“They’re not even trying anymore, are they?” Carrie mocks.

With your gentle soul and your kind eyes,

You chase away the clouds in the skies,

Never met a person, so loyal and strong

And anyone who had you, would be a lucky one.

“Skies? This sounds ridiculous!”

Flynn curses the fact that Carrie keeps seeing these.

I’d write you a song, but no melody is beautiful enough to fit you.

Even Julie calls that one cheesy but for once, even though she sits right there with them, Carrie has nothing to say.

Flynn looks on confused while Carrie scribbles into her notebook with a pinched expression on her face, pen gripped so tightly that it looks like it might break any second.

“She needs to finish this new Dirty Candy song by tomorrow”, Nick explains.

“Yeah and I hate everything I write the second it’s on the page!” Carrie growls, clearly completely lost in whatever she’s dealing with.

I try to tell you every day,

But you just take my breath away

These rhymes seem silly and never enough

Forgive me, I am blinded by love

“Coming on a bit strong there.”

And she’s back.

Hi Flynn,

I think I’m giving up on the rhyming- It’s a bit strange, isn’t it? Also I swear I’m not a stalker! Just a girl who likes you a lot and is too scared to tell you.

You looked so pretty at the dance yesterday, and you were awesome as a DJ- you always are.

“Surely you must be fed up with this nonsense by now?” Carrie asks, when Flynn passes her on her way out of the classroom, the newest note folded neatly in her hand.

The thing is- Flynn is annoyed. But not exactly by the letters. Her secret admirer is sweet and earnest, seems to love music as much as Flynn and all of her friends do and the little poems always brighten her day.

What’s annoying is that she still can’t figure out who this mysterious person with a crush on her is. And that the person she wishes it was is intend on mocking the whole thing to the best of her abilities.

Every time a new note shows up, Carrie is there, ready to tear it into pieces with pointed words and vicious critiques.

Flynn tries to not let it affect her too much. Otherwise, Carrie has been perfectly civil, friendly even and it feels like a bit of their old friendship is restoring, slowly, piece by piece. And what she says about the letters is mostly directed at this person that none of them really know, not at Flynn herself.

It still feels personal, somehow.

Flynn,

I had a bad day today, but you were really nice to me. It made it all a bit better. Thank you.

It’s when Carrie one day snatches one of the notes right out of Flynn’s hand to call it “embarrassing”, “awkward” and “clumsy”, that something in her just snaps.

“You know what Carrie”, she says, loudly, almost shouting it even, “can you, for once, just keep your unnecessary comments to yourself?”

Almost immediately, Carrie’s arrogant smile falls and Flynn uses the moment of surprise to steal back her piece of paper.

“You’ve been so mean to this person. I don’t know what your issue is here but I need you to back off on the attitude. I might not know who this is from, so I don’t even know if I like whoever is writing these but I like the letters.”

Carrie looks absolutely shocked, completely frozen in place, her jaw clenched tightly. Good.

“Yes, they might not be perfect”, Flynn barrels on, “but they’re honest, and raw and so, so kind and I can tell that they come from the heart and isn’t that the most important thing?!”

Without waiting for an answer, Flynn picks up her bag that she leaned against the lockers when she discovered the note and brushes past Carrie. She knows she’s a bit too worked up, but it has been a trying week.

Only a few moments later she realizes that she saw tears forming in Carrie’s eyes.

In Spanish class, Flynn notices the glaring absence of Carrie in the seat in front of her and a little bit of guilt starts building up inside of her. She has no idea what’s going on, but something clearly is up so after their teacher finally lets them go, Flynn goes on to try and find Carrie.

The music room is one of the first places Flynn thinks of and sure enough, she can hear gentle piano notes and Carrie’s voice singing very quietly drifting through the slightly cracked door.

Before barging in, Flynn stops short when she recognizes parts of the lyrics. Is that- one of the poems she received only a week ago?

Slowly, she tiptoes into the room. What she sees is Carrie, cross-legged at the piano, bent over her notebook full of scribbles that she’s clearly reading from and that somehow contain parts of the poetry that has been a big mystery to Flynn and all of her friends for so long. Just now Carrie’s singing the words that are undeniable not just poems, but song lyrics, and she has added onto them and-

Flynn doesn’t understand anything anymore.

“Carrie!” she says, before she can stop herself. Carrie flinches and bolts away from the piano, the chair clattering down to the floor in the process.

“Flynn”, she breathes, looking terrified.

“I-“, Flynn stutters, “What’s going on? Is this some kind of prank?” She doesn’t think she could take that.

“No!” Carrie yells and immediately winces at her volume. “No, I would never do that to you”

“Then why-“, Flynn is getting more confused every second, “you wrote those? I thought you hated- the notes, I though you hated the notes”

To her horror, Carrie is now actually crying.

“I do hate the notes, I mean I feel so stupid, you hate Valentine’s Day and then I send you a rose, but I just- I like so much and I didn’t know what to do and I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t and then I wrote you those notes but they always sounded so stupid to me”

Carrie is full on panic rambling now and Flynn is barely processing all this new information that is thrown at her.

“I just couldn’t stop myself and then you said you actually like the notes? But I know you’d never like me, as a person, I mean I am awesome as a performer but horrible as a friend, let alone as a girlfriend and-“

“Carrie-“, Flynn tries to intersect, “Carrie!”

Carrie stops and finally looks at her, wide eyed.

“I do like you, as a person”, Flynn says. Her heart is beating out of her chest but she is not letting this go.

“I- what?” Carrie looks as confused as Flynn felt just a minute ago. “You do?”

“Yes”, Flynn says and now she can’t stop the smile on her face, “I really like you. Actually, I always wished those notes were from you.”

Carrie blinks. “You. Okay. Okay. Um- I really didn’t-“

Flynn laughs. “Deep Breaths Carrie.”

“I don’t really know what to do with this now, I’m not good at all this”, Carrie says, waving her hands around but she’s smiling too now, wider with every moment.

“How about a date? Milkshakes?” Flynn asks and she doesn’t even feel afraid anymore.

“Yes”, Carrie says, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “I’d love that.”

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #flarrie #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #fic #writing #prompts

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shyvioletcat · 4 years

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hey it’s my birthday today and it’s been a bummer in quarantine. you got a rowaelin fluff up your sleeve?

Happy Birthday! I’m sorry your quarantine birthday is a bummer, I too will end up with a quarantine birthday this year so I can commiserate. And yes! I’ve always got Rowaelin fluff up my sleeve! Especially for birthdays.

I also snuck this into my Striking Matches au

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After everyone had found out about the engagement they had insisted they all go out to celebrate. So here they were at their usual bar, Rowan with his team and Aelin with her friends, all celebrating their impending nuptials. She had ended up in one of the booths in the corner where every so often loud bursts of laughter would ring out, while Rowan and his friends occupied some standing tables a little ways away watching the sport screens.

Rowan was having a more subdued night, he was the one driving the two of them home afterwards and had to work tomorrow. All of his team were doing the same.

“They look like they’re having fun,” Fenrys said almost wistfully, looking over at the booth.

“Don’t even think about it,” Lorcan grumbled next to him. “I don’t need you throwing up half the morning tomorrow.”

Fenrys raised his hands in surrender, “I wasn’t.” Then Fenrys’ eyes lit up as his eyes shifted to something over Rowan’s shoulder.

“Here we go,” Vaughan mumbled into his glass.

A small, warm hand rested on his forearm and Rowan was about to dismiss whoever it was with a few stern words, but then he turned and saw that it was in fact his fiancé that stood beside him. He smiled at her and she smiled right back.

“You’re pretty,” Aelin said and then she giggled.

“Thank you,” Rowan said turning to face her more fully.

Her fingers dragged up to his bicep and her eyes widened. “Are you a body builder? These things are massive.”

Rowan heard his friends try and hide their laughter. Rowan could tell Aelin was fairly drunk, but decided to play along with whatever game she was playing.

“No, I’m a firefighter actually,” Rowan said.

Aelin’s smile turned a bit wicked. “Even better.” She lent her elbow on the tall table and propped her chin on her hand. “So Mr Fighterfire, you single?”

Rowan choked on his laugh, “Sorry love, I’m engaged.”

Aelin’s face cracked, all bravado and mischievousness gone. “Oh... um...” tears were building in her eyes and her lips were wobbling.

“Why are you crying? Rowan asked, a very mild panic rising in him.

“‘Cause you’re engaged,” Aelin explained, taking one single step away from him. “Congrats on that.”

Now Rowan was just confused. He looked over at the booth where her friends were gathered and saw Lysandra and Elide dying of laughter as they watched their friend. They looked wasted as well, and if Aelin was about to start crying because she thought he was engaged to someone else she must be well and truly smashed.

Rowan reached out and took her left hand in his and held her fingers up to her face.

“Engaged to you, dumbass,” Rowan’s voice was shaking with his restrained laughter.

Aelin blinked, her eyes becoming clearer. “I’m engaged?” Rowan nodded, her expression turning to one of pure bliss. “To you?” Rowan nodded again, his arm snaking around her waist and she smiled again. “I hit the jackpot.”

It seems no one could hold their laughter in anymore and his team all burst out laughing.

“That’s right!” Aelin exclaimed then kissed his cheek, her arms looping around his neck. When they started to drift to his shoulders, her nails scraping through the fabric of his tshirt, Rowan knew it was time to leave. When her lips pressed against his neck he definitely knew he was right. Gods help me he thought to himself.

“Alright drunky, lets get you home,” Rowan said.

He said goodbye to his friends and then went over to the booth to collect Aelin’s things. Lysandra and Elide were still laughing, everyone else was looking highly amused.

“He was already mine you liars!” Aelin said pointing an accusing finger at them.

Rowan rolled his eyes and picked up Aelin’s bag. “Thank you for this,” he said to no one in particular.

“You’re welcome,” Lysandra sang back before she started cackling again.

Rowan kept his arm around Aelin’s waist as she waved goodbye over their shoulders.

~~~~~

Getting her into the car had been a slow effort. She was well and truly gone and Rowan did not begrudge her the headache she would have tomorrow morning. It had taken her all about 5 minutes to fall asleep on the ride home, her head leaning on the window. When they got to the car park of their apartment building Rowan went around to her side to help her get out. Aelin hadn’t woken up so he knocked on her window and she startled awake. That allowed Rowan to open her door and undo her seatbelt before Aelin stumbled out of the truck, Rowan easily catching her.

She went all of three steps before Rowan sighed and just scooped her up in his arms so she didn’t end up hurting herself by tripping over her own feet in those heels. Aelin snuggled into him, almost purring like a contented cat as Rowan started the trek up the flights of stairs.

“Ro?” Aelin whispered.

“Yes, Aelin?” He said.

“I’m sorry my friends convinced me I wasn’t engaged to you and that I should go hit on you. That was mean, huh?” He paused to look down at her as she looked up at him.

“It was a little mean, but that’s alright. I can take a joke,” Rowan told her then started walking the stairs again. “Sorry I called you a dumbass.”

Aelin hummed against his neck. “Hmm, but I’m your dumbass.”

By the end of the second flight of stairs Aelin was already asleep again, snoring softly in is ear. That had him smiling.

Miraculously Rowan managed to opened the door while still holding his dead to the world fiancé in his arms. He took her straight to the bedroom and attempted to lie her down on the bed but she somehow managed to keep a vice like grip around his neck. Rowan managed to extract himself from her grip and then pulled off her shoes. With those off sleeping intincts kicked in and she rolled over, grabbing for her pillow.

Rowan watched her, hands on his hips and a smile on his face, he was just now catching his breath. Once he did he got ready for bed himself and lay down beside Aelin. Although unconscious she reached for him and Rowan pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. She may have momentarily forgot about their engagement and made him carry her up six flights of stairs but Rowan loved this ridiculous woman with all his heart.

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vampsiltonpitch · 3 years

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Get to know me tag

Thanks for tagging me, @iminthisstanshit 💛

Gonna put a cut here, bc it’s longgg...

When is your birthday: October 23rd

What is your favourite colour: Blueeeee

What is your lucky number: I don't have one and I've always wondered how people choose theirs 👀

Do you have any pets: Not rn, but I used to have a fish

How tall are you: 1.65 m

How many pairs of shoes do you have: I have... a lot. I’m pretty sure I’m over 20. Ik I don’t need so many of them, but. Yes.

Favourite song: I can’t choose just one! I’m just gonna go with some kind of top 3 favorites I’d never get tired of, which would be, “Baby I’m Yours” by Arctic Monkeys, “Read My Mind” by The Killers, and “Ode To The Mets” by The Strokes.

Favourite movie: Again, top 3, “How to lose a guy in 10 days”, “Interestellar”, and “Hercules” (the Disney one!)

What would be your ideal partner: There’s no ideal for me, tbh. Like, I don’t have a list of specific things I’d like that person to have. But if they have a pretty smile, like to read, and smell good, that’d be cool hahah

Do you want children: Not something I’ve reeeeeally been dreaming about since kid, but I’m not opposed to it. It’s like, if it happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t, then it doesn’t. I’d be okay with both, I think (or at least think as of now). :)

Have you ever gotten in trouble with law: Nope, I’m quite the pacifist lmao

What colour socks are you wearing: They’re neon green omg

Bath or shower: Shower, always. I don’t really get the point of having baths asjkjs

Favourite type of music: I’m not sure if I’ve got one, bc my all playlists go super random. I’d classified it as varied.

How many pillows do you sleep with: I only use one, but I’ve three

Which position do you sleep in: If it’s not face-down, then it’s sideways, mainly to the left bc I’ve got reflux since I was a baby, sAD

What don't you like when you are sleeping: When I wake up in the middle of the night bc my bladder doesn’t know how to wait until the morninG, C’MON!

What do you have for breakfast: It depends on the day and how many time I’ve got for it, but I never go without coffee or tea.

Have you ever tried archery: Never, but that’d be cool

Favourite fruit: Strawberries<3.

Favourite swear word: I don’t swear that often, if ever hahah so I don’t have one, sorry kajsksj

Do you have any scars: Who doesn’t? I don’t have many that really stand out, but one of the biggest ones is on my hand from when I got burned with the clothes iron as a kid. 🤪

Are you a good liar: I’ve got away with so many of them in my life, I’m actually ashamed of saying yes...

What is your personality type: I’m always bad at describing it, but I guess I’d go with... easy going, super talkative, a good listener, random at times... Is it okay if label myself as kind and nice, too? Idk hahah

What is your favourite type of girl: Is this romatic-related? Friendship-related? Fiction-related? Too vague, guys. Too vague...

Left or right handed: Rightttt

Favourite food: BBQ RIBS WITH FRIES, MY BELOVEDSSS

Are you clean or messy: If you pay enough attention, you’ll notice there’s a cleanliness to my mess lmao

Favourite foreign food: I loooove pizza, sushi, and there are these two Korean meals called jjajangmyeon and tteokbokki that I just 🥰

How long does take for you to get ready: Tbh, it depends on the day. Sometimes I can get ready in half an hour, other’s it’ll take me two. What’s time, anyway?

Most used phrase: I tend to use the “STOP” and “PLEASE” a lot, but without context they’ve got no real meaning. Not that they’re a phrase, but..............

Are you a good singer: I can only wish

Do you sing to yourself: Yes! Not always, but it does happen.

Biggest fear: Not knowing what’s gonna happen to my loved ones once I pass away... Wait. Was it too dark? It was, wasn’t it? I guess I’d say fire, then. Prefer not to be close to it, thanks.

Do you like long or short hair: For myself, long. Tried to deal with short hair once and, nO. A BIG MESS. For the rest of the world, suit yourselves, guys!

Are you into gossip: I mean, aren’t you?

Extrovert or introvert: Actually I’m neither! I’m an ambivert, which is... interesting, I guess. Story time! Since I was a kid, I was always stuck in the middle, bc I fit in both depending on the situation, the people, the context, conditions, etc. I got my confirmation in high school. We were having this personality test kind of class in vocal orientation to see whether we were introverts or extroverts, and in what kind of profession we'd fit more. I came 50/50. The professor, who was also a psychiatrist, made me take a lot of tests, even those in online-completely-not-professional sites, and the results were always the same. So the conclusion was, "Hey, Nic, you're an ambivert. Congrats!" And that was that! 😂

Favourite school subject: Anything that was language-related. I love languages!

What makes you nervous: Er... many things. One of those could be when I was in school and the teachers started asking questions at random, bc what if they ask me and I don’t know the answer? A nightmare.

Who was your first real crush: There was this boy that went to kindergarten with me who was my very first little boyfriend lmaooo and technically, we never broke up! I just remember that we were A Thing, then summer came, and when we went back, he was gone. I just find it sad that his parents changed him schools and I never got to say goodbye. Anyway, shout out to Paulo Cesar! Hope you’re okay, wherever you are! 🤪

How many piercings do you have: Three!

How fast can you run: I avoid ruining. At all costs.

What makes you angry: Whenever people are rude for no reason. Like, it doesn’t cost a cent to be polite??? I’m sorry if you’re having a bad day, but it’s not my fault, you know?

Do you like your own name: I didn’t at first, and I used to change it. Now I’m okay with it.

What are your weaknesses: Why does this feel like a job interview? Akajskjas anyway, I tend to procrastinate a lot. Also, I’m a perfectionist to a point where I get frustrated pretty often if things don’t go as I would’ve liked to. Not my best moments, I’d dare say. 🙃

What are your strengths: Saw last point? Well. I do procrastinate, but once I get to work, I don’t stop until I finish. We could say I’m quite dedicated. And I learn fast, too! (Really, is this a job interiew?)

What is the colour of your bedspreads: Gray

What is the colour of your rooms walls: Lilac

DONE!! If you actually read all this, you’ve got my entire respect and you own my heart. Thank you so much for dealing with my stuff hahaha 🥺

I’m gonna tag @larrysballetslippers, @holyshit, @skyfulloflarry, @riddleandpottersittinginatree, @chaleshezza, @jostens-pitchtwo, and whoever else wants to do this. BYE. 💛

#tagged #💛

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hithelleth · 3 years

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2020 a year in review!

I was tagged by @bea2me. Thank you, it’s always useful to (be ‘forced’ to ;)) remember good things, but especially these days.

Top 5 Movies you saw this year

JoJo Rabbit

The Old Guard

Enola Holmes

The Half of It

Little Women (2019)

Top 5 TV shows you watched this year

Dracula (BBC, 2020)

My Life is Murder

All Creatures, Great and Small (2020 -?)

Miss Scarlet and the Duke

World on Fire

Bonus/Honorary mentions: The Commons (2019 -?) and Yellowstone

Top 5 songs of 2020

I’m sorry? You mean new 2020 songs? Or whichever songs I’ve listened to in 2020? To remember them? And rank them? Nope, sorry, cannot do. You know, music and I ... *sigh*. I love music. I listen to it. (This year I’ve rediscovered Slovene pop/folk of 1980s/90s/2000s). But naming and ranking and all. C’est une impossible feat.

(And those I could are weird niche - though once upon a time/in certain subset/circles popular songs in an unintelligible foreign language for (most of) you, I guess, so I’ll pass.)

Top 5 books you read in 2020 (or fics or articles or whatever)

Archangel’s Sun (Guild Hunter #13) by Nalini Singh

Deal with the Devil (Mercenary Librarians #1)) by Kit Rocha

The Lost Blackbird by Liza Perrat

A Seditious Affair (A Society of Gentelmen #2) by K. J. Charles

Something Nice (The Original Sinners #1.1) by Tiffany Reisz (and thank you for reminding me, I still haven’t read this year’s Christmas gift short story, aaaaaaaaaaaaa! I’m gonna do it tomorrow. This is certainly a nice thing to look forward to.)

Honorary mention to all The Old Guard fanfic I read and Revolution fic I reread this year - you can find my faves in my AO3 bookmarks.

5 positive things that happened in 2020

This is where to brag about accomplishments to remember to feel good about oneself, right? ;) I’m gonna do it.

Finally got outside blinds installed! 👍

Finally assembled a shelving unit in my bedroom I’d thought wasn’t doable for 10 years because I had somehow missed the holes it had pre-drilled. 👍

Managed to do all the official errands I had to/were possible to do, considering the pandemic. 👍

Am having the cleanest place after the first few months since I moved in! 👍

Stayed in touch with all my family and friends despite Covid and actually been in touch more than in normal years with some! 💞

Bonus: I started learning Hungarian and I’m making slow progress, but liking it.

Ugh, I always forget the good things, and I said I’d start writing them down and then forgot. So, thanks for making me remember at least some, because I need to do that more - remember not everything is bad and that I can accomplish things.

Tagging: The usual suspects? @lglorien, @wellwhataboutme, @eveningspirit, the happy couple that hopefully is too busy with being happy to see this (congrats again!) - @jadedbirch & @porthos4ever, @abedsmessedupmeta, @stargazerdaisy, @blue-charlotte, @dragormir, @serindiyoza, @totallyshelfaware, and whoever else I’ve forgotten but wants to do it. As always feel free to ignore. ;)

#tag meme #bea2me #positive things #tagging this #personal #to find it later as a #reminder

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chilly-me-softly · 4 years

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Old Scars Future Heart • Chapter 6

Things are getting interesting here @alexajanecollins

Chapter 1 Chapter 4 Chapter 2 Chapter 5 Chapter 3

Tag: @vxrgilvandijk @no-fate-but-what-we-make @mwdders @saintfootball

“And that’s exactly why you don’t fall asleep on a sofa people” Liv says while stretching her arms a little, her phone pointed at her face filming to post it later on her instagram. “You don’t.” Liv adds with a laugh while getting up from the sofa, stopping the filming, quickly editing the small video and posting it online, closing the bathroom door after her.

“Seriously Jack.” Liv whispers to herself as she spots her perfume in the bathroom cabinet, stuff she had forgotten about until now, she hides it behind his stuff in case one of the others comes sneaking between his stuff later as well.

“Occupied!” Liv says loud enough for the person knocking on the door to hear. She quickly washes her face and puts her hair in a messy bun, the remaining of makeup from the day before being washed off, her face all natural again.

“Oh sorry.” Jack says when Liv almost runs into him as she walked back to the living room. Jack had just woken up, leaving his bedroom, a smile appearing on his face when he spotted her.

“Jesus, your hands are wet and cold.” Jack laughs moving her hands away from his bare chest, as she tried to push him away in a playful way.

“They are clean tho.” She smiles squeezing his hands for a second. “Oh are they?” He asks with a smirk pulling her in his room.

“You need to make up to me tho, not very nice of you to leave me alone like this.” He smirks closing the door once they both get inside, pushing Liv against it.

“I don’t think so Jack.” Liv says seriously crossing her arms on her chest.

“I doubt that she slept on the sofa.” James says to Ben after only quickly seeing Liv and Jack leave into his bedroom. “They always are like, super secret with each other.” He adds when Ben gave him a questioning look.

“In your dreams Jack.” They hear Liv say with a laugh while she walked into the kitchen, a laugh coming from Jack as well who left inside of the bathroom.

“Ready to leave boys?” Liv asks taking a look at James and Ben.

“All ready.” They both say at the same time, and so they all said their goodbyes to Jack and got on the road, back to Leicester.

The car ride was long but fun, the boys constantly talking about stuff Liv couldn’t talk about. She mostly was focused on the road anyway, ignoring the fact the boys made her feel left out a little bit, not knowing why the sudden change of treatment towards her. They soon arrived back in Leicester and everyone was ready and focussed on the upcoming days again, busy ones for everyone, as always.

“Oh my god. James!” Liv yells almost dropping her laptop of her lap while getting up from the bed she had been sleeping in whenever she stayed at his. A couple of days after and everything seems to be back at normal. “This is crazy!” She adds while walking towards the living room while holding her laptop.

“What is it?” He asks glancing away from the tv for a second, taking off the headset he was using to connect with the boys during their fifa game.

“I just got the most amazing..” She starts saying but stops her talking for a second. “Can you switch off your microphone please?” She asks with a smile. And so James paused the game for a second paying his full attention to her. “Go ahead.”

“I just got an email, from a brand, for a collab.” Liv says all excited taking a seat next to him on the sofa. “Look” She says showing him the mail on her laptop.

“How cool is that.” James says with a smile after quickly reading through the information. “Congrats on your first ever collab sis.” He smiles giving her a high five. “Can I go back now?” He asks referring to the game. “Yes, you can”

Soon after, Liv leaves back to the room almost the same time Ben says he can’t continue playing because of something that came in between. The other boys said their goodbyes and James sighed a little as he heard the girl calling on the phone with someone. The walls being made of the thinnest material ever, being able to follow almost her whole conversation. But thankfully, his headset cancelled most of the noise, him not being able to hear the girl was actually calling Ben, his best mate, and that’s why he had to disconnect from the game.

The day of the meeting with the brand came pretty quickly and since Liv had practically moved back to her own place again, she wasn’t able to play her nerves onto James this time. Giving herself the biggest support speech in the mirror, she soon left for her meeting.

Everything going just as planned and before she knew, she was putting boxes with clothes in the back of her car. Clothes she is supposed to use in her videos, or Instagram post to show them to her followers. Her contract saying she will receives clothes on the regular to use, depending on the season and the collection. One box filled with clothes was for James, or whoever men is in your life, they had said. And even though pictures from the Madders sibling would be a complete hit, Ben was the first person Liv was thinking of when the brand suggested her to promote the men clothing as well. And so she started driving towards his place.

“Oh, hi, it’s you.” Ben says a bit surprised when he opens the door and see it was her who had rang the bell three times already.

“If you ring once, that’s enough you know.” He says opening the door wider for her to enter.

“Sorry, I am just very excited.” She says walking inside, the box with clothes in her arms. “I have something for you.”

“I don’t need anything from you Liv. Seriously. Go give your stuff to Jack.” Ben says while following her inside, him clearly being frustrated about something. “Woah, what is this all of a sudden?” Liv asks confused putting the box on the sofa. “What did I do?” She adds.

“You can better ask yourself that. Why are you here Liv? Because Jack lives too far? Because Jack isn’t interested in you today? Because Jack..” He can’t continue his rant as you interrupt his talking.

“Are you seriously hearing yourself?” She almost shouts towards him. “Why are you questioning me about Jack?” She adds looking at him.

“What is it between you and Jack then? Seriously Liv. Are you two dating? In a relationship? And if so, why are you giving me these signs, signs you want to be more than just friends while you are clearly having something with Jack?” He goes on again, not giving her any chance of explaining herself.

“No really Liv, don’t even explain it to me, just lea..” Ben wants to send her away but is once again interrupted while talking, but this time not with her words, but with a kiss. A kiss showing him that he is everything she wants.

“Any more questions mister?” Liv smiles holding her hands on his cheek. “No more questions.” Ben smiles kissing her again.

“Or actually, what is in the box?” He asks interrupting the kiss glancing at the box for a second. “Okay, listen.” Liv starts explaining all excited, the both of them spending the rest of the day talking while Ben tried on every piece of clothing that were in the box.

#james maddison #james maddison imagine #james maddison imagines #ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell imagines #jack grealish #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish imagines #football imagines #old scars future heart #original

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regalentempire-a · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. (c:< he a bad boi.)

How strictly do you follow canon? — I try at least. X’D

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — An enigmatic individual who has many secrets and knowledge during his times appearing in Runterra. Having a cabal of his own that hides in the shadows of Noxus, taking calculated steps to take what belongs to him. An empire of his own.

(I’m not good with words but here it is...)

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — He lives to do the big suc.....cess.

Too egotistical for his own good. Always in it for himself.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — Eh. I didn’t know who to choose at first when rping in this fandom. I stuck with this dude since I did a lot of work with him.

What keeps your inspiration going? — Usually interactions and friends who always kick my ass to rp with them. yeah. my ass gets kicked often. Also I picked him up again after reading the story Daring Darling.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO. (at least I think so.)

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. (I should but sometimes I just don’t know what else to write since I’v written a lot of it a while ago. X’D)

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO. (I think about doing some more but eh.)

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO. (I was gonna say no but I feel pretty confident. Like why not?)

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. (There is room for improvement but I tend to just write replies in one go with no editing.)

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. (More like sometimes. Not all the time.)

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — Yes! Constructive criticism that helps me build my muses to become more solid and such. So if it’s behaviours, speech, and whatnot to work on, let me know!

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — of course! It helps me focus and develop my muse further.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — It’s simply to each their own you know? If they disagree with my hc, no worries. I don’t really disagree with hcs someone has because it is their muse to portray. not mine.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — It wouldn’t really bother me. I’d just let them know that they can unfollow me and stuff. Everyone has their own idea of portrayal soooooooo. There are plenty other muses they can follow that fit their tastes.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — Shrug it off and ignore them. uwu

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — Sure. I don’t mind. I’m not the best writer after all. X’D

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — I.....think so??? I’m just slow at replying and stuff.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: @codename-freya (thank you hun!! <333)

Tagging: @crystxlizxdsxuls @of-broken-wings (rhi) @blessercoeur @ragebred @rayamash @rimedreamt @fxlgurkinesis @visionofnoxus @kumihao @regina-tenebris @starthieve @bigboisett @yohatka and whoever! (wow. i actually tagged a lot of people this time.)

#⟬ OOC. ⟭ ⤞ chu chu.#⟬ MEME ANSWERED. ⟭ ⤞ Oh…this is going to be good!#some i left unbolded because i really don't know

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / slightly canon-divergent / fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. Are they underrated? Y E S / NO. Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO. Were they relevant for the main character? Y E S / NO / THEY’RE (literally) CONNECTED TO THE PROTAG. Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. ( everyone knows ichigo has an inner hollow, but no one really knows him ) How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon? — I try to follow canon almost to the point, particularly for characterization purposes. unfortunately, trying to take canon development away from shirosaki / hollow ichigo is detrimental to him. without his connection to being the inner hollow of ichigo, most of his personality is taken along with it, leaving him with almost nothing in terms of character ( i won’t go into detail here ).

i fully stand by my statement that without all the canon events, he is not shirosaki & would become a different person/muse entirely.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — honestly ??? he’s literally the only instance of a highly intelligent & humanoid hollow that is NOT an arrancar. most of them are "forced” evolutions & they took in shinigami powers with its power, which put them down an evolution line different from the hollow one. they have most likely gained traits that shiro DOES NOT HAVE. he is not an evolution. his soul is entirely hollow, a derivative of white & nothing else. he is a base hollow that was made and became a zanpakuto spirit through unforeseen methods. he’s new. he’s unknown. he is entirely different from an arrancar & almost can’t be compared to one.

every single part of his being is a contradiction. he’s a hollow & and a zanpakuto. he’s destructive & protective of ichigo’s soul, even if they are for selfish reasons. there is a not a shadow of a doubt that he’s the only person of his kind, so any character in the entire series ( aside from ichigo ) will be faced with something new. will be faced with an unknown. his entiRE EXISTENCE IS INTERESTING and terrifying at the same time.

not to mention, have you seen how he fights ???

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — for one, he’s untrustworthy, he’s suspicious, he’s a maniac that will attack at first attack. i would say it is pretty common to avoid him. & he would avoid everyone too cause that’s how he is. not to mention the fact he is trapped inside ichigo & has little to no screentime.

tbh i don’t blame people who skip from entirely & just make him off as some sort of plot armor. without digging into it, it’s pretty hard to catch a substantive personality. in the long run, he didn’t do much for canon.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — LOOOL see. he was my favorite character and that’s really it. he was just a cool character at the time, but he’s been really fun since he feels so different from writing other characters.

What keeps your inspiration going? — kari. i don’t even need to say more. writing with other people has been a blast & i truly love everyone here, but without her i probably wouldn’t still be on tumblr right now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO. ( all of shirosaki’s portrayals across the fandom varies immensely & i don’t think one is more inherently wrong or right, but i think my version is done very well in terms of keeping within what appears in canon. ) Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES very sometimes / NO. Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO. ( see: my discord pms with kari ) Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO. Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — i gladly take criticisms !! i have never read the manga of bleach & i actually don’t remember much of the series in general, so i am confident there are things i miss that are either directly or indirectly related to shiro. & i am also sure there are better ways to approach & ‘justify’ some of his more odd actions in the series, so please go ahead and critique me all you like !! however, i will note that if i can find evidence to argue against a criticism, i will most likely not take it.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — absolutely <3 questions are very important because they make you think about things that you may not have thought about before. exploring things about shiro is one of my favorite things to do because of just how he is.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — yes, i would want to know why. when it comes to arguments or disagreements, i am very adamant about how they should go. arguments must include insights on both sides in a mature manner, so you can learn from both perspectives. who knows, you might see something you like & decide to combine it into something entirely new.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — just fine. with shirosaki especially, i don’t think one person has the same idea about him as another LOL in fact, i’m pretty confident many views between me & friends go against each other. there are so many ways to interpret him due to a lack of canon material, it’s just bound to happen.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — i’d think you’re a little crazy tbh. that or you missed everything that made him interesting. i may get not seeing much in him & ignoring him but omg i don’t really get how you could hate him ??? tybw solidified that idea even more, but eh. if you hate him, you hate him. don’t bring that hate over to me :P

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — yes. i am a grammar disaster. literally the worst. fuck grammar, man.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — uh. depends on who you speak to ??? i’m pretty intimidating at the first few glances, i’ve been told L O L. but i am actually very very very easy going & am okay with a lot of things. also i crave social interaction like all the time so.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out! tagged by: @deivorous ( i enjoyed ur response btw ) Tagging: the problems of me being inactive & a small blog in general LOOOL idk who has done this so whoever has not, please feel free to take it :> these are fun to read

#ooc;#headcanon;#whoop #listen i know people going to be disagreeing with me on shiro not being anything like an arrancar but i won't take it L OL #cause he's not #that's how it be #sorry guys #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#this was fun thoooo thank u for the tag plou i love you

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