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love-belle · 1 year

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loved you three summers !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which she's living her dream and he's just her biggest supporter.

for when you know it'll be them, forever and always. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // pierre gasly x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hope u like it!! thank you so much for reading, i love you <3 requests are still open!!

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pierregasly missing this one and her astonishing but understandable lack of enthusiasm about life

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username genuine question can pierre fight

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-> pierregasly stfu yes i can

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landonorris missing my uno opponent

-> yourusername miss making you cry during uno

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-> pierregasly don't act like u don't text me everyday ASKING for gossip

-> yourusername lies

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yourusername duality of student life

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landonorris can u even handle that much alcohol ?

-> yourusername says the one who passed out after drinking tequila

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-> pierregasly STFU NO IM NOT

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pierregasly when she's in love with you AND a phd student

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danielricciardo that skeleton in the last slide in so me like i can't explain it

-> pierregasly "that's daniel idk why or how" is what she said when she sent that to me

-> yourusername and i spoke nothing but the truth

yourusername who said im in love with u?????

-> pierregasly "i love u so much ur so pretty and im so lucky to have u like idk im just so in love with u" ok.

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yourusername i've loved you three summers now honey but i want 'em all

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charles_leclerc you should know that he's been giggling at this post for 20mins

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-> pierregasly STOP

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-> pierregasly we have one but thanks

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-> yourusername (i love u so much)

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this-is-a-name-dont-worry · 6 months

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"Wait is that lore?" moments in Antoine's return stream

These ones are likely jokes, but (you can use it in your headcanons):

With Tubbo, explaining his absence by saying "I was dead, I think, but not anymore, I was tired of being dead"

"I couldn't explain to you, it's out of my understanding how I'm dressed. The human mind cannot comprehend how I'm dressed and so the human brain shows it that way, but it isn't exactly like that. It's not powerful, it's just weird"

"You know me well!" "Heh, I know you as if I made you!" *silence* (closest to maybe serious)

These ones are more serious:

He isn't romantically interested by Cucurucho, he just likes his ass (that totally a human is aro that's what I mean)

He really missed Pomme, he stopped coming because without her it wasn't interesting anymore (this one is just cute)

Very invested in knowing what happened to the eggs while they were away

Accidentally gave Pomme one of the books Ourson (I think it's this one?) gave him, immediately panicking when he realized. When Pomme asks what it was, he first tries to pretend not to understand, and is pretty serious when he tells her that it's nothing; he'll tell her about it one day, and it's his little secret garden, everyone should be allowed to have secrets, don't she think? she isn't against secrets, right?

Certain that the eggs went to some kind of other dimensions/got doubles?? I mean there was a theory inspired by Stranger Things but despite what Pomme is saying he's not letting go of the idea

After asking Pomme if she met dark Cucurucho and she talks about the Watcher: "Je crois pas qu'on parle de la même chose. Là tu me parles de l'oeil, et moi je pense que je te parle de quelque chose d'autre. Je pense que tu me parles du Watcher... là où moi je te parle d'autre chose." ("I think we're not talking about the same thing. Here you're talking about the eye, and me I think I'm talking about something else. I think you're talking about the Watcher... when me I talk about something else" again how does he know the name "Watcher".)

Knows that Maximus is dead, when all the other players seem to have decided to play the "don't know if he's alive or dead" card (bonus: Antoine and Pomme talking about telling Aypierre, and Pomme thinking she won't be able to find the right words "I don't think there are right words..." ok im sad now thanks). Since we're at it, when reading Pomme diary where she worries about Baghera and Antoine being dead, saying they can't be dead, he doesn't share that worry in the slightest, as if he knows Baghera's not dead (this one's dubious and I am very willing to put it as cc!Antoine not thinking rp)

He and Pomme are talking about what she remembers of the Watcher and honestly the whole conversation deserves to be clipped and transcribed. To go with him name dropping the Watcher, he is now only calling it the creature with one eye because that's how Pomme calls it

Pomme explains that the Watcher was observing her and Richas and there was a threatening aura to it, so they immediately fled. Antoine in a very serious voice "You were right to, you were right to, you were right to. Because I think it's this person who was at the origin of your disappearance."

#theres not really lore in his talk with Sunny but they're fun together #completely missed the whole 'you wanna be a star? you're gonna lose your privacy if you do that are you sure?' convo #also the way he's just 'btw have you met my CHILD Pomme? Yeah she's great' you fucking dad #i think antoine will be a sunny defender #him reuniting with Pomme <3 #also its fun to rewatch. he's pressing buttons on a snowman decoration. i remember how he loved press the button.#it was foreshadowing.#pomme saying it took her one hour to draw something for Dapper and Antoine jumping to her defense #by saying Leonard de Vinci could take days to make something #qsmp #qsmp antoine #pomme admin must have been so happy for Antoine to be here her lore with her memory loss and what happened to the egg is finally played with #anyway with how antoine was also insistent to learn more about the watcher by questioning pomme #I am betting even more on Antoine knowing things about the Watcher

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jazztag · 24 days

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An Encounter in the Snow IX

Hero cautiously approaches the cell door, taking a moment to steady his breath. Inside, Weapon sits just as he left him before, crouching on the floor with a drowsy attitude, clutching absentmindedly his blanket. Despite this, Weapon stirs before the door even opens. Once Hero unlocks the door, he quickly hides the blanket behind him as if fearing it might be taken away.

Stepping into the cell, the Captain positions himself in front of his prisoner, diary in hand. The same they found near the enemy's base. His soldier who’s fluent in Polareçe, has opted to remain outside. Everyone fears and wishes to not be around the living weapon, especially the ones who have lived in the occupied land. The Hero opens the diary without saying a word and looks at his soldier’s notes. written on a side paper, translating and explaining a bit of the foreign contents of the notebook. He looks at Weapon, who smiles at him from the floor.

“Let’s see which one are you out of the bunch” mumbles Hero, and with an unsure sight, he starts reading the names out from the list.

“Avi…rin?” starts the Captain, trying to pronounce the name right. He has some notes that helps him get it right. That one was easy, he thinks. He looks up to Weapon, searching for a reaction. But Weapon just sits still. His expression has changed a little, tho. As if curious.

“Avirin? Are you named Avirin?” Repeats himself Hero. Weapon looks uninterested again, and rests his chin on his right knee, caressing the ground absentmindedly.

“Ok… Next one then” says Hero. Now this one looks difficult: “Solk-ïr. Solkïr?” Hero looks up again. Weapon keeps looking at the floor, unbothered. The Captain wonders if his accent is so bad not even Weapon can make out what he is saying. But he is sure that’s correct.

“How about Rraptúrr? Mmh? Rraptúrr. Anything?”

Weapon looks weirded out a little bit. He smiles shyly at the other's pronunciation. Hero gets even more annoyed.

“If that’s how it’s gonna be, then be it” spits Hero. He reads the next name, not quite sure this is gonna work: “Vicc… Vicci?”

Suddenly there’s some movement on his prisoner’s part, and Hero brings out his gun in a millisecond, prepared for anything. Weapon has stepped on his feet, and he is crunched down but looking at Hero in the eye.

“Vicci, huh? Are you not?”

Weapon looks at him funny. He then looks at the gun the Captain is holding and looks bored. He looks away as if trying to remember something. He looks at the ground in front of him, and his index starts sliding on the dusty surface. Hero takes two more seconds to realize Weapon is actually writing letters in the dust. He decides to pocket his gun again, and approaches his prisoner, who looks to struggle to remember how to draw letters, and after some effort finishes at least the 5-letter name.

“VICCI” Weapon has written down. He looks up at Hero again and points at himself. Suddenly, he speaks, with a raspy voice, something that could be mistaken for a growl.

“Ja Vicci” says Weapon, with a voice that hasn’t been used for ages. Hero looks at the letters on the ground, then looks up at Weapon again.

“Vicci” repeats the Captain, and Vicci smiles.

“Vicci, Vic-ci” repeats Weapon, as if indicating the stress on the last syllable.

“Vicci, ok” nods Hero. He then tries to do the same, and points at himself this time:

“Je… Er... no, ja… Ja Hero” Says the Captain. And so, the two of them finally look at each other, not as guard and prisoner, but as people, nonetheless.

Notes: Polareçe [pronounced as "polaresse"] is a made-up language, and for Vicci's name pronunciation, here's a little help: "cc" sounds like "k", so it's Viki but with the stress on the last syllable: Vicc(í). Hope this helps!

Taglist: @whump-blog@bitchaknso @pumpkinsncoffee @scrumpledumple (comment to get added/removed from the list!)

#promptfactory #writing prompt #prompt #whump #whump prompt #hero x villain #villain x hero #whump scenario #whumpee x caretaker #my ocs #biologically nonhuman #living weapon whumpee #tropes #ww2 whump #biological weapon #militar whump #anencounterinthesnow

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siredtoyourlips · 10 months

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~Eyes don't lie~ Regulus Black

Summary: When Regulus broke up with you in the worst way possible, you can't find it in your yourself to move on. Your heart is broken and he wants to explain himself do you forgive him or not.

900 words:)

Warnings: Angst, Mean!Reggie, swearing, crying, flashbacks ( bold and italicized) Kissing, eating out, nutity, titty sucking, hickies, not proof-read, first fic so beware. And more:)

The way his lips felt on my lips, on my skin. It made me feel alive again. He made me feel alive again. His smile, his laugh, the love in his eyes when he looked at me. This love has taken over me, all I think about is him. I can never take him off my mind and I never want to. More like I never wanted to.

I always wanted him to be on my mind, now all I want is to get him off my mind, I hate that all I think about is him. I wish he would have told me why. That night it happened was horrible. I thought he was so in love with me yet how could he do this? after all I gave him. After all I put into the relationship.

'Reggie, stop. You're scaring me. what's wrong'. I said, he looked scared and hurt. He looked me in my eyes and blatantly said: 'I want to break up'. Those five words hit hard but not as hard as the next words that he said 'I don't love you, I never have. I should have left you months ago but you're such a cry baby I just didn't want to deal with it'.

Was it true? did he hate me? was he playing me? I know I'm sensitive but a crybaby. Now I'm at a Slytherin party with some friends but all I can think about is him and it doesn't help that he's across the room with some Slytherin whore. I feel tears going down my face as I excuse myself and of course the second that I start crying he sees me.

I need to get out of here as fast as I can so I go upstairs to my room but get stopped right before I can go into my room. I look up and it's him it's Regulus freaking Black. My ex, the love of my life, the man who shattered my heart. Without sounding like a pathetic heartbroken girl I mutter ' what do you want Regulus' and that look once again, those eyes. Those beautiful, grey eyes that once had so much love now are filled with sorrow.

'Talk to me Mon Amour'. What, how could he say that. 'Don't, just don't'. He backed up and looked sad. ' Please let me explain, in private. Then you can decide if you forgive me or not please Y/n'. God, I'm going to regret this aren't I. ' fine' and we walk into my room.

'Last month when I broke up with you and when I said all those things. I didn't mean them, I don't mean a word'. what. he didn't mean them, what does that mean. Before I could get a word out he spoke again.

'I made a promise to my mother and I had to fulfill it. The night it happened was our two year anniversary and we had plans and I forgot about it. Because my mother called me to the house to' Regulus looks to the floor and I saw a year run down his check, he looked so sad but I was still so confused. 'Why did she need you Reggie'. With his head still down he mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. 'She summoned me to the manor to meet the dark lord and get my death mark'. Then he just falls to his knees in front of me and starts balling.

'Je t'aime tellement mon amour s'il te plait pardonne moi. Tu es l'air que je respire, tu es la raison pour laquelle je vis'

('I love you so much my love please forgive me. You are the air I breathe, you are the reason I live')

'Why didn't you just tell me Reggie? I wouldn't have been mad. I love you'. I say as I lean down to kiss him. That kiss lasted forever, his eyes lit up and after he wouldn't let go of my waist. 'I thought if I let you go it wouldn't hurt as much but it hurt worse, I never want to let you go and I won't again' he kisses me again and picks me up and brings me to my bed.

'You ok with this Mon Amour'? 'Yes Reggie'. He looks me in the eyes and he takes my dress off and kisses down my body. Making sure he leaves marks so everyone knows who I belong to. He slowly inches down to my panties and takes them off and throws them somewhere in the room for me to find later.

'Sit up for a minute chérie' and I do and be takes off my bra and goes straight to my nipples sucking and leaving marks. He goes from one to the other and it feels so good until he stops. And looks at me ' just you wait mon chéri, just you wait' and goes back down to the place I need him to most and starts eating me out. It feels like its been years since I've been touched ' FUCK. Feels so good Reggie, keep going and be does. And it feels so good. ' Fuck Reg, I'm cumming!!'. Next thing I know He's pressing a wet rag to where it's sensitive and kissing my thighs. And I know everything is going to be just right.

#regulus black smut #regulus black angst #regulus black #regulus black fluff #harry potter fanfiction #smut #hurt/comfort

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sgiandubh · 7 months

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Querido diario

Querido diario,

Sometimes, it's not a good idea to close your eyes and let everything go. Yesterday, for example, it wasn't. At all. I saw three people, very oddly assorted. It was like comments on my blog, only live, you know. So, I asked: 'who the fuck are you, the Three Kings? Aren't you supposed to come in January, with candy and gifts and shit?' 'Nah, we're the Three Newbies', said a young woman with a red beanie. 'We're just random, like that. We came because you say all the time your page is for our sake only. So, there's that, see?' 'Oh. What's your name, I can't read it.' 'Rotkäppchen.' 'Huh?' 'Para español, pulse 1. Caperucita Roja.' 'English, loon! I have readers'. 'For English, press 2. You do?' 'Yeah. Many. So, what's the story with the red beanie, woman? Are you a Communist?' 'No, I don't think so. What is a Communist?' That question gave me pause. I didn't know what to answer, so I went with the obvious: 'Doesn't matter. So, you're a Taiter, huh?' 'A what? No, I don't think so.' 'You don't think so? ' 'Uhm... look. I think I've got the wrong address, here. Con permiso.' And then just like that - poof!- she was gone. The second one was really bizarre.

Sorry. Wrong pic.

'Who the hell are you? Sgian-dubh?' 'I ask the questions, here. Who are you?' 'Doesn't matter. But you're Sgian-dubh, right?' 'No, I am not. I am The Caterpillar. Explain yourself: why do you think I am Sgian-dubh?' 'Because you smoke.' 'Blimey. That's not near enough. Very well: you can ask me just one question and I'll give you the truth. But just one, ok?' The truth! This is where I lost it. The truth! 'Ok. Here's my question: are the Three Little Pigs shippers?' 'Why do you ask?' 'Because they're still here and normally, they shouldn't, fuck my life.' 'Keep your temper. Don't scream like that. They are. But I thought you were going to ask about other things. You disappoint me.' 'Whoa, what other things? We know everything, we have all the papers. We don't need a stupid caterpillar to tell us what to think!' 'Who is we?' 'Me and my Evil Twin. What a question! Look, are you a sock account, or what?' 'Now, that's insulting', said The Caterpillar and then just like that -poof!- it was gone. The third one was a blonde guy. Something like that:

'Sam?' 'Huh? Non, je suis le Petit Prince. Uh...Nope, I am the Little Prince.' That guy was a fraud, I am telling you. All you needed was just a good look. 'But you are 6'2''. You are not little!' 'I am 6'3'', thank you for rectifying. If you see me this size, that's your problem, girl.' 'But how come I don't have to press any button for English? You're such a fraud!' 'I am an updated version of your fantasy, that's all.' 'What do you want?' 'All I wanted to say is that you can see things clearly only with your heart.' 'That is soooo gay!' And then, just like that - poof!-, I woke up.

#Anon #fandom

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thechargrey · 1 year

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A scene in the locker room in which Colin makes some comment about how much he likes women, the kind of comment that was making Trent Crimm raise his eyebrows, but now we get to see Isaac's look when he does it?

Confusion. A mild bit of disgust at his friend lying so blatently. Frustration both at Colin and for Colin at having to say stuff like that. Uncertainty at how he feels about everything. He doesn't get it. He doesn't like it. He doesn't know why.

A scene in which some fan is mad that Richmond isn't doing well and screams something homophobic either at Colin or any other player during a match, and Isaac just. Loses. His. Shit.

He hasn't even been talking to Colin at this point, hasn't been playing well with him, but he just can't let that fly. He gets a red card. He sees Colin doing nothing to defend himself and wants to shake him. Wants to scream at him to clap back at these assholes. Wants to hug him to make him feel better. Je just walks away instead.

A scene in which Isaac at home and a younger sibling or someone makes a comment using the exact words Isaac himself has said "that's a bit gay bruv" as a throw away comment and it makes Isaac flinch. But when he asks that person to stop it they now get mad and accuse Isaac of being gay...and suddenly Isaac just gets it. Gets why Colin couldn't tell him or anyone else.

He's still angry. He's said those words before. He's just as bad as the fan he attacked. Isaac's hurt his friend over and over and over again. He punched that man over and over and wishes Colin woukd do that to him because he deserves it. But Colin never did and now Isaac gets why...

A scene in which it's just Colin and Isaac, and Isaac tries to hold out his fist, to bump, to be brothers again, but Colin flinches instead. Isaac drops his fist, angrier than ever at himself.

A scene right after where Isaac yells at the team to get their attention, and makes an announcement that the team isn't going to say that shit anymore. He doesn't explain much, mostly just glares at the team until they start nodding. Somehow everybody gets what he's saying.

And Colin walks in as it's happening. He watches Isaac answer their questions and defend queer people. He hears Isaac apologize to them all for ever saying stuff like that and not taking care of it sooner.

And when Isaac waits until everyone else has left the locker room and it's just him and Colin again Isaac says "Sorry, bruv. I've been a real idiot," and Colin nods holding his own fist out so relieved to be ok...

And Isaac pulls him in for a hug instead.

#woops #look at me getting all sappy #what can I say I'm a hurt/comfort girlie at heart #i just want to see all the things happen this next episode ok #these are just predictions #or really just things I'd love to see #not what happens in the show #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso s3 #ted lasso predictions #predictions #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #I'm relying on this show to heal too mucb of my own trauma #cw: homophobia mention #emotional

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passthroughtime · 1 month

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sorry @kamuro-junrenka i just giggled from the realisation

then his next words

are SO hypocritical it's unreal

sorry i just love the idea of yagami trying to talk sense to kuwana when it is KUWANA who sees things more clearly. (no kuwana apologism here, he was stupid with revenge killing and he knows that this is who he had to become though he doesn't like it. but HOW and WHO are you teaching this lesson to if your victims just disappear without any reason/explanation/message to the world... lmao.) gonna munch on this thought a little more, i think that is a good point of view and i can elaborate a little later (i have one post that i've been cooking in march, but at that time i decided to finish the game first and write it... and after finishing LJ i've been grieving my loss of judgment... haha see what i did there.)

actually the boat scene is insane in the way that we see live how yagami's convictions tear at the seams, and i WILL be insane about it, yet again, later. ok, whatever, not the point though right now. for me, LJ is about telling yagami (and, consequently, us) that good/bad is not the only possible options and they are even not mutually exclusive.

yagami needed that lesson (hehe) after JE because that was as clear cut case as it might've been. there were bad people and there were good, he's mistaken okubo putting him under the "bad" category but he did nothing wrong and is good in the end, but there is nothing deeper than that. (and that is why i believe that LJ is more thematically rich... while not being that much of a murder mystery that is JE. i love them both for what they have and what they lack though, it's interesting to compare them with each other.)

tbh i think that yagami's past and upbringing is a little downplayed, meaning the only thing that is questionable is the mention that yagami does help the matsugane family with uhhh the crime chores let's say (i don't remember if as a lawyer or as a detective, but i do remember that this was the case). but it mentioned only in passing, and helping to defend hamura in court is not that big of a deal if we see that yagami isn't happy with the outcome though the ruling was justified, yeah?

and though his ties to yakuza are left rather unexplored (considering half of his friends are criminals of some kind LMAO yeah sugiura this includes you too) and doubtly this will be the theme that will ever be brought up again, it is important to remember that yagami as a person is a product of two different worlds. the "bad" and the "good".

the beef i have with the "good yagami" take is not whether he is a good person, but more like, with the notion of him not seeing the nuances of the situation like ever? which makes him so good and right about everything, that he does everything according to law and etc... while i picture him as "let's do it baby i know the law" kind of person.

there IS a moment where he's a little bit stubborn about his convictions, but that's because *gestures* kuwana (AND I WILL WRITE ABOUT IT MORE... SOMEDAY... SURELY...), but not to the extent some people believe him to be (i remember a meme where "kuwana explains his pov (an explanation so long it's unreadable)" vs "yagami explains his pov (which only says "murder bad"). yeah it pissed me off pretty bad.)

so... yeah. i firmly believe that LJ is not about a good/bad dichotomy, though this type of story is expected with the starting factors we get. in the end, even the protagonist left kind of saddled with unnecessary feelings troubled about his convictions that in theory are simple, yet in practice contradict each other.

#i'm sorry i'm not really can words rn #but i WELCOME you to discussing i LOVE when people see other things and TALK TO ME about this #i've been kinda locked in my head with these thoughts for two years and watching and re-watching the cutscenes #and i do find new things still i can be biased. or i AM biased. certainly.#ahem anyway. i'd love to see your thoughts. or anyone else's while i'm at it!#we are few in numbers but that is more encouraging to be open-minded in my opinion #judge eyes #i should tag these kind of posts somehow... let it be just my writing tag whatevs #putting letters together one word at a time #ALSO when i've tried to find the meme i've stumbled upon a reddit post where in the comments one dude was complaining #about the “sawa argument”. and where he brought up the points that yagami should've used instead this one #and at least two out of seven arguments there was exactly what yagami is trying to say bringing up sawa. EXACTLY THE SAME THOUGHT #you cannot make this shit up. i've laughed so hard i have literal tears in my eyes

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anotherkindofloveletters · 2 years

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Everything Happens to Me - pt. 2

Hi flowers! I hope you all can enjoy this chapter as much as you did the first one or maybe more (I hope!). Let me know what you think. A big hug to all of you. (Especially my Mick, Danny, Nicky and Seb girlies out there).

tw: none in this particular one, maybe swearing, but I don’t think so. Some bad translated french maybe. Mentions of Charles' dad. Charles Leclerc x Reader.

Dialogue in italics are in Italian.

Chapter 2 - The first date.

Chapter 1

Summary: Where y/n and Charles goes on their first official date after many friendly meetings. Charles organized everything, hoping not to look too much as a hopeless romantic, even if he definitely is.

The sky is cloudy and it’s the first day of January, y/n just came back from spending almost all December with her family in Italy for her birthday, christmas and she can’t wait anymore for this long waited date and seeing Charles again after a while. Charles is excited too, hoping that his plan goes well. Y/n gets to the meeting point perfectly on time, but hasn’t to wait much because Charles is getting there with his Ferrari at the same time. “I’ve never been on a Ferrari” she giggles before greeting him with a big smile “Hi to you too.”comments Charles with a sarcastic tone “Well, I guess today will be a lot of firsts for you then.” a slight veil of fear paints the face of y/n “Charles… what have you done?” he grins “Rien rien, just you remember when you said to me that you never went karting” she looks at him in shock “ Tu as pratiquement organisé notre premier rendez-vous à l'hôpital.” You basically organised our first date at the hospital. “We’re off to a good start I see.” he glances at her with an amused smile.

After driving for a while they get to the karting track, Charles rented the whole place to them, of course Charles loved his fans especially the little ones, but he did not want to spend the afternoon taking care of that and he wanted y/n to feel special. “Here we are, are you ready y/n?” y/n stares at him with a terrified look on her face, making Charles laugh a bit but at the same time makes him want to comfort her, so before getting changed he holds her hand reassuring her “Y/n, je suis là. C’est juste du karting. Rien de mal ne va arriver, ok?” Y/n, I’m here for you. It’s just karting, nothing bad it’s going to happen, ok?. Y/n feels relatively better after Charles' solace and prepares herself with a mixture of feelings inside her. Once ready the two meet on the track “Je vais probablement te détester après ça.” I will probably hate you after this Charles laugh once again and explain everything with patience to her and then eventually they get started, of course Charles tried to play it cool and not outstage her on the track while also having fun, but despite his attempts to lose, he wins.

“I really do suck at this” laughs off y/n taking her helmet off and trying to fix her now very messy hair “I’ve seen worse, I swear!” he tries to comfort her visibly failing, tousling her hair even more with his own hand “Not very comforting Charles.” she says pouting a bit, they get changed and then get in the car once again to continue their date. “Now, we’re going to do something that I always did with my father after karting durin the winter.” y/n feels something at those words, knowing how much Charles loved his father and missed him “We’re going to eat the best hot chocolate in Monaco.” her eyes almost sparkles at the idea of delicious food after that rather wild experience.

“Ok, c'est encore mieux que dans mes mémoires.” Okay, it’s even better than I remembered Charles said looking at her eating her hot cocoa and getting chocolate all over her nose “I love how you’re unable to eat without gettin ìg really messy with it.” he teases her. “Are you even enjoying food if it doesn’t get messy?” she tries to defend herself. “Did you like karting?” he asks trying not to burn himself with the beverage “It was fun, scary as hell, but fun.” she giggles while cleaning herself up “Does this mean I didn’t scare you off and achieve a date number two?” Charles’ eyes are filled with hope while looking at y/n and waiting for an answer “I guess so, you deserve it, yes.” she answers without being able to conceal her vivid blushing. He reaches for her hand on the table holding it, a feeling of happiness pervading his body.“I really am the predestinato” they both laugh a bit embarassed, Charles was so naturally funny and that was something that y/n was really fond of, she could listen to him, spend hours with him without being bored. It was all perfect, all that she planned for her, the details and the fact it was all an important part of who he was and that he wanted her so bad to be in it. Charles really thought about it a lot, after being so many years and publicly with Charlotte the idea of starting a new relationship was not it, but when he met y/n it felt just different from the past and he couldn’t stay away from her, he couldn’t care less about what would happen, at the end it couldn’t be so bad. At this moment he is happy and wants to make her happy too and that’s the most important thing to him.

The two are sitting on a suede classy sofa in that beautiful chocolaterie, the atmosphere is magical and Charles can’t help but stare at her. She was beautiful, her cheeks flushed because of the warmth of the place, her hair still a bit messy after their adventure on the track and her lips slightly tinted by the chocolate they just ate. Charles’ glance focused on her eyes and then lips and when y/n notices she feels a warmth in her, like one million butterflies dancing in her whole body. He leans a bit closer to her face, y/n following his movement, until their lips unite together into a gentle kiss. “I really wanted to do this for a while.” Charles almost whispers on her soft warm lips, before going in for another one “Me too.” admits y/n feeling his cheeks catch fire, this time not from the heat of the room they are in.

Chapter 3

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idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff · 1 year

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Oh yeah we're delving into Jed psychology (that word is a bitch to spell) today :D

Ok, so we all know how Jed doesn't like physical touch except for Octavious

And you know how Jed and Octavious used to hate each other?

And he doesn't like it when people touch, especially if they didn't ask

And Octavious seems to be the only person he trusts to touch him

Meaning he's probably touch starved

He doesn't seem to mind that Octavious touches him, as he's litteraly the only person Jed doesn't complain about touching him

I have 2 theories about why Jed doesn't like physical touch

The first one is that he got attacked by a bear before he became a miniature, this is probably more likely

Though the 2nd one I honestly like more because I sort of relate to it, is that some adult in his life didn't touch him in a loving way

I think that Jeds parents abused him, because it was a pretty common thing back then, and it would definitely explain why he doesn't like physical touch, because he's not used to it being something put of love, but he definitely knows that it can be and je craves it

Ok, I dont really wanna trauma dump on a post that's supposed to be about Jedediah, so in short, because of my grandpa I don't like my shoulders being touched and I don't like being tickled, it sends a fight or flight response, but I also want to be physically affectionate with the person I like, and unfortunately I don't know a lot of people whose love language is physical touch like me (not saying that I'm not surrounded by people who love me, they just show it in different ways)

So yeah, I totally understand why Jed would want to be physically affectionate towards Octavious, Octy is the only person who understands his physical boundaries but also lets him be physically affectionate

So in short I think I kin Jedediah now

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jackwolfes · 1 year

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i would be sooo interested in a perspective flip for silly little love notes - they're both so well drawn and interesting in that fic (probably my favourite of yours!), i would love to know what was going on from jesper's pov there (if you're into it!) <3 <3

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ooh ok so i had to do the start of ch3 because i am apparently an angst fiend 😅 TW for: fainting / panic / referenced past suicide attempt

For the longest moment — the stupidest moment — Jesper just… stares at him. The world isn’t spinning anymore which means everything is off kilter. Every single molecule in the world is unsettled, and now Jesper is here in his kitchen with the universe topsy-turvy.

Wylan is — dead?

His crumpled body lies on the tile of Jesper’s kitchen floor, too frail and maybe broken. Jesper lurches forward and ends up collapsed on his knees beside his boyfriend’s unresponsive body, trying to figure out what happened and coming up blank. There’s a glass on its side on the counter that hasn’t quite yet rolled off to smash on the floor but it looks like it will any moment (except what does a broken glass mean when Wylan is here, on the ground, maybe dead—) so Jesper reaches up and rights it with trembling hands.

Speed dial is a well worn set of keys now and he knows which number to hit for his Da — one key before Kaz and two keys before a suicide hotline — and when he hears the warm lilt of his father’s accent saying — “Jes?” — he realises he already hit call.

“Jesper, what’s going on?” his father’s insistent voice says.

“Wylan,” he manages, “Wylan, he’s—”

“Jes,” his father interrupts. “Deep breath.”

When Jesper inhales he holds it and feels… a tiny bit better. The world has started to spin again, catching up to speed the more Jesper can see that Wylan is actually breathing. It’s subtle beneath his sweater, but not that faint. Jesper tucks his phone between his ear and his shoulder and rolls Wylan more properly onto his side, setting up his arms so he’s in the recovery position.

“He’s on the floor,” Jesper manages. He opens and shuts his mouth, no words coming. “Da, he — what if he tried to—”

“Jesper.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. Shockingly, he tells himself, most people don’t spring for adderall and whisky whenever they’re mildly inconvenienced. Jesper swallows, trying to ignore the sudden itch beneath the skin of his wrists. He’s fine, he’s fine, he’s fine. Wylan will be okay, too, he didn’t try to—

A door slams across the phone line. Jesper can tell his father is moving, but he explains anyway — “I’m heading over now. Won’t be longer than five minutes. You can stay on the line if it’ll make you feel better.”

Jesper nods, although his father can’t see him do it. “Da, I’m scared,” he says with a laugh. A year ago he wouldn’t have admitted it so easily, but life with Wylan has made him a new man. A better man. A man that is terrified.

“Whatever happened, we’ll figure it out,” Colm says. “Just sit with him. Have you put him in—”

“The recovery position,” Jesper finishes for him. His father chuckles.

“Good lad.”

Jesper shifts, still on the phone but staring at Wylan. He takes tender fingers and lifts Wylan’s head onto his lap, running a still-trembling hand through his curly red hair. There’s an ugly bruise on the tender skin of his pale forehead — and Jesper thinks, brain damage, concussion, he’s going to die — but his eyelids start to flutter.

“Wylan?” Jesper asks, starting to scratch fingers through his hair. Softly, he makes a low little groaning noise. Jesper thinks he could cry.

“Is he waking up?” Colm asks. When he hears Jesper’s affirmative little hum — because he can’t spare the words now that he knows Wylan isn’t fucking dead on his lap — he says, “I’ll let you talk to him. I’ll be there soon as I can, kiddo.”

“Okay,” Jesper says, voice hoarse. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Jes. Five minutes.”

As soon as Jesper hangs up the phone he hears Wylan inhale, a sharp little sound like he’s been thrown back to awareness of the world around him. The burst of relief in his chest momentarily blinds him, filling the entire world with a flash of sheer joy just to hear his boyfriend make a noise. He scratches his fingers through Wylan’s hair again until Wylan starts to push himself upright. Jesper stops him with a gentle hand, and hears him groan.

“Morning, sunshine,” Jesper says. He’s barely sure that his words don’t shake, but he doesn’t think he cares. Wylan is — maybe not okay, but he’s alive. That’s not nothing. It’s not nothing at all.

#asks #seashell-hawke #fics

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stardancerluv · 2 years

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A Time to Love and to Fight

Part 8

Summary: Reader reminisce on your stolen moments with Enjolras.

Warning/Notes: no warnings. Squint & see a tipsy Enjolras. The memories of reader with Enjolras are in italics! Be nice! Feedback is welcome! Want to be tagged, please let me know!

Moments where I interwove some French -

Oui, enfant mais le matin est à moitié terminé. - Yes child but morning is halfway over. Mon doux ange. - My sweet angel Vous tes une fille têtue - You are a stubborn girl Je suppose que tu étais si mignon et si dur. - I would suppose you were so cute and so tough Mon doux trésor. - My sweet treasure

A light rapping at your door, stirred you from your sleep. You grumbled and rolled over, pulling your blanket over your head. “Please, allow me to sleep a little longer.” You called out.

“Oui, enfant mais le matin est à moitié terminé.”

“Thank you.”

Pulling the blanket away, you rolled onto your back with a sigh. Just thinking of the last few weeks stole your breath. Ever since you discovered the pleasure of Enjolras lips, the two of you had decided to meet once the sun would sink from the sky.

So you were not stuck fretting and to explain your need for extra sleep, you spent the day organizing and reorganizing the last of the items from your father’s store. You and mama had been able to salvage a fair amount of items. They spoke of wonderful adventures. Greta helped where she could while maintaining the other duties of the household.

So as you laid there, with your fingers interlaced resting on your stomach; you smiled. The memories danced happily in your heart.

There were times when merely the two of you would spend the time reclining under your willow tree. He didn’t always arrive at the same time. You’d lay in the garden, watching as fireflies would twinkle as they flew around. Enjolras had lots to attend to before he’d promise himself to you for the remainder of the night.

On one particular night you were perhaps a little more eager then usual. As you heard his approach with a random twig snapping, you went and happily kneeled on the quilt waiting for him to slip just under branches of the willow. You no longer gasped at his appearance out of the inky blackness of the night.

This one particular night your heart was hitting your chest particularly hard.

He smiled. “Mon doux ange.” He bent down and cupping your cheeks, you rose up from sitting on your ankles.

It had been a very nice way to start your evening together but with a kiss. The two of you lingered, kisses pressed and shared till you both wavered, and swaying as you held each other continuing to kiss.

With a soft sound, he came to kneel in front of you. He brushed some stray strands from your face. Before his lips once again met yours.

Though sometimes, he’d find you drowsy, he’d have to rouse you with a light touch of his finger tips or even kiss. You’d soon awake as he’d share exciting tales. You delighted in hearing the strides him and his friends made in their campaign. He’d tell you how they gained more people to their side or obtain more arms.

Other nights, when there would be the gentle sway in his step as he drew close, those nights he’d share how he won a few hands at cards. Those stories made you ache to have that kind of freedom. He’d share just how he’d manage to win, you’d actually feel as if you were there, sitting beside him.

One particular night, that made your heart and the rest of you to still. You’d dare say a chill ran down your back.

Enjolras winced and in silence of the night, you had heard him. While unrolling the quilt, you turned and saw between the shadows that sliced across his face the pain that had washed over his face.

You immediately went to his side. He wrapped his good arm around you and pulled you close. You tried to look him over the best you could.

“Are you ok?” Your heart raced differently in that moment.

“Yes, tis only a scratch. I got worse when I fenced.” He smiled down at you, it looked strained.

You opened and closed your mouth. A lump of concern grew in your throat. You struggled to find the right words.

“It could not keep me away from you, mon doux trésor.” He winced again as he cupped your cheek, you placed a gentle hand over his.

You didn’t linger in his arm as much as you wanted to. You slipped free from your love, careful to not cause him any pain in doing so. You cherished these few hours with him. But you were not going to let him play it off that he wasn’t in pain.

“Let me see.”

“Vous tes une fille têtue.”

“You knew this.”

“I did. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

When he finally let you see it, you gasped when you did. There was a thin scarlet slash across his usual snow white shirt. Normally it would billow as you’d tug on it playfully, or as he walked. There of course was the very few special nights, where he held you close and dance with you.

“Its nothing.”

“Enjolras, you promised..” Before you could continue he placed a finger to your lips. You drew silent. You may be stubborn but you would not be defiant.

“Yes, I know.” He grimaced. “I crossed paths with a lone sergeant. He managed to graze me with one of his bullets. Nothing more.”

“Good. But..but it should be wrapped. Would you like me to do so?”

You were relieved it was only that, deep down it fed the worry you held for him. It could have been much worse but this you still did not like. Knowing a bullet got that close made your heart hurt.

“You know such things?” His good hand came up and held your cheek. You pressed it firmly against your cheek.

“Yes! When I was a little, a bully from a family that live not far from us challenged me to climb to a high branch.” You frowned but then smiled. “I made it to the top but then I fell. I scrapped my knee something awful. Worried mama and father to pieces.”

“I can only imagine.”

“After bringing me into the house, Greta wrapped my knee and paid close attention.”

He smiled. “Je suppose que tu étais si mignon et si dur.”

“Yes. I suppose I was.” You met his eyes and both of you shared a chuckle.

A short time later, his gaze fell to the wrappings you did. “This looks and feels right.”

You smiled. “I was worried it would be too tight.”

“No, it’s perfect. I shall heal faster now because of your touch.”

Something, a thought perhaps an emotion maybe crossed his eyes, you mused. You were certain of it.

“Enjolras, what is it?” You placed a hand over his

“Did a scar remain because of that dreadful fall.” His mouth became a line.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Would you allow me to see it?”

You swallowed, as heat rose in your cheeks. No one except a few have ever saw your bare legs. Your heart began to race anew. You nodded. “Yes, if that is what you wish it.” Shifting, your hands shook as you grabbed the hem of the dress.

He placed his hands over yours, giving them a gently squeeze. “Would it be easier if I were to?”

“Yes.” Knots formed, loosened and tightened in your stomach without pause.

He looked you over. “My sweet girl, take my spot against the tree.” He leaned in close. “I can have you swooning on me again.”

You smiled. “Yes, yes we can’t.” You felt breathless as he came around and knelt before you.

Gently, he eased up the skirt of your dress. “My sweet girl.” He whispered. “I will take care of this as well.” He gestured to the stocking that rested half way up your thigh.

“Please.” Your fingers fidgeted against the quilt.

As you felt him tremble, it brought you some comfort. The warmth of his fingers helped calm you, as he them very gently and slowly peeled your stocking down.

He stopped just below your knee before he letting your stocking go. In their heaviness, the fell the rest of the way to your ankle. Your eyes met, you flushed.

“I’m sorry.” His hands shook harder, when felt him grab them to pull them up.

You stopped his hands. “It’s perfectly ok. They do that.” You took you hands away from his. “If anyone were to see this much of me, it is you Enjolras.” You trembled.

“Mon doux trésor.” He softly murmured. “Thank you, for this gift.”

He laid a hand on the side of your knee. A tremor shook his hand. “It is a miracle that such a would didn’t leave you with a limp.”

You nodded. “I was graced with only this as a reminder to not climb trees.” You smiled.

He made a face. “This is far worse then any scar I ever received fencing.”

Your heart lurched as you felt his lips on your knee. “Enjolras.” His name came out more as a breath.

His fingers eyes met yours while his lips lingered on your knee. A stray curl fell into his eyes. “I couldn’t help myself.” His lips grazed your knee as he spoke.

******

A louder, harder knocking broke through silence of your room once again. It tore you away from your memories. You rubbed your face. You supposed now, you had better awoken.

“Come in.” You called out.

You squeezed your eyes shut. As as she pulled the curtains open.

“I am grateful for all that father has left me and mama, but al this organizing and reorganizing has left me quite tired. Other then that, I am quite alright.”

“Good.” She came over to your side of the bed. “I think you are in need of some fresh air. You have been toiling around far too much. You are a lady after-all and deserve some enjoyment.”

“Oh?” You blinked up at her. “You know I do enjoy helping. Especially since mama, appears to be getting better.”

Honestly, most of the time you did not mind. When you never thought you’d see Enjolras again; working beside her had been a great distraction.

Finally, stepping onto the cool floor of your room, you went to the wardrobe and eyed the dresses that laid there. What one should slip into, you wondered.

“Yes, and here.” She reached into one of the large pockets in her apron and took out one of your books.

“Take this and allow me to help you with one of your dresses; so you can enjoy a leisurely read by one of the ponds. Perhaps, see some ducks and lovely flowers.”

Something was up. “Greta, what is on your mind?”

“Nothing.”

You turned from your wardrobe. “Greta, I am no longer a child, why do you wish to whisk me away.”

The old woman grave a bark of a chuckle. “You have seen through my charade.”

“So? What is it you wish?”

“I will be making my cherry glazed pheasant.”

“You are? Oh what a true delight.” You smiled brightly.

“I am and I know it to be a sweet torture whilst I make it. So I will send you off and perhaps a short time after sunset you can retrieve the doctor.“

“I am so pleased. Then yes, I shall allow you to send me off.”

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yakumtsaki · 2 years

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Oh fuck, I forgot we had Headmaster B.J coming today. You’re gonna love our new zombie!

-Right this way, sir. -You people have a butler now? I remember when you were eating out of the litterboxes.

Well, some of us still do!

Case in point.

-Hiiiiii!

Sugar, please remove yourself from B.J’s sight, I don’t want you two interacting until after we’ve been accepted and he can’t take it back.

We instruct Glitchy Butler #4 to make lobster-

-and I send Sophie to greet B.J, as we’ve unironically reached the point where SOPHIE MIGUEL is the most stable and likable person in this family.

-Aw if it isn’t headmaster B.J! Do you remember me? -Oh I’m sorry, I don’t. -You expelled me for ‘sociopathic behavior’! -We pride ourselves on having so many sociopathic students that I still can’t quite place you. -I made you eat you bowtie! -Sophie Miguel??? Wow, you’re all grown up!

GB4 (Glitchy Butler #4) burnt the goddamn lobster, USELESS-

-so we’ll have to stall with the tour until Jojo can make a replacement!

-This is our living room, complete with the kids untouched homeworks in the background. -Amazing!

Jojo will you pick up the pace on this turkey please??

-It’s hard to concentrate with Sandy Fairchild wailing zombieshly in the mausoleum.

Oh God, she’s still not over that crap? It’s been 3 hours.

-This is my father-in-law ripping out an animal’s guts. Unusually, this one is already dead. -Incredible!

-And this is my other father-in-law, who is currently on the 4th day of a sleep binge. -I’ve never been this impressed!

Ok B.J you can tone it down, Victoria is dead she can’t hurt you. -Not taking any chances!

-Ah, Headmaster B.J, how are you? -Little Jojo Union.. my star student. I had such high hopes for you, and then you stabbed me in the back. -I’m sorry sir, but to be fair, I didn’t hit anything vital.

-How’s the turkey, Headmaster? Feel free to express your opinion in the form of score points. -I have to be honest, Sophie, I don’t feel so well.. I’m hearing a strange sound..

-..Some sort of ghostly meowing but coming from a human?? As if someone has fallen down a well and is calling for help in meows???

-Headmaster B.J, that’s very weird and specific, maybe we should postpone until you’ve seen a doctor!💗 -Meow.. meow meowwww~

-Meow meow... meooooowwww~ -Grandpa will you cut it the fuck out, huhu?🌸

-Cyn, why don’t you tell Headmaster B.J about how you all you wish for in this life is an elderly gentleman?

-Oh it’s true, Headmaster, there’s just something so magical about grey hair, loose skin, and enlarged prostates!💗

-Ok, I’ve heard enough.. -Fuck, we went too far, Jojo! -We’re gonna be fine!

-You’re in! -I knew a little stabbing wouldn’t come between BFFs like us! -Yes, that’s exactly the reason I’m accepting your grandchildren, Jojo.

-Call me, Cyn! -I will, handsome, huhu! Now where was I? Right🌸..

-Donnie, I’m so sorry for cheating on you!💗 -You seriously stopped to cheat on me in the middle of your cheating apology? -And I will apologize for that immediately!🌸

-Je suis àwakêoix!!!

Oh Wyatt good, I have a humiliating and undignified task for you.

-Grôssòix!!!

I know, I know, I’m sorry, but your creativity points doomed you into being the one to immortalize Don’s mug.

Speaking of immortality, I forgot to explain to you guys how the Sandy zombie shit came to be. So I had been wanting to resurrect Sandy and send her back to towniehood for a while now because a) I felt bad for her b) her evil ghost was driving me crazy. However we’re still kinda broke post-renovation and I was very resistant to spending our hard earned cash on the reaper phone for her.

But then we get the genie lamp and I see the free-of-charge resurrect option and I’m like oh wow what a loophole!!! Little did I know genie resurrections only make zombies, so clearly we got what we paid for. Let me also tell you, the main reason I felt bad for her as a ghost was she kept throwing a family aspiration bubble thought and I was like man, Jojo murdered this poor family townie and then she’s damned to watching our terrible children and never having any of her own. But now that she’s ‘alive’, it turns out that Sandy is ROMANCE and was deceiving me the whole time.

- T̾H̾A̾T̾’̾S̾ ̾R̾I̾G̾H̾T̾,̾ ̾I̾ ̾K̾N̾E̾W̾ ̾I̾N̾ ̾T̾H̾I̾S̾ ̾M̾I̾S̾O̾G̾Y̾N̾I̾S̾T̾I̾C̾ ̾S̾O̾C̾I̾E̾T̾Y̾ ̾Y̾O̾U̾’̾D̾ ̾F̾E̾E̾L̾ ̾M̾O̾R̾E̾ ̾I̾N̾C̾L̾I̾N̾E̾D̾ ̾T̾O̾ ̾R̾E̾S̾U̾R̾R̾E̾C̾T̾ ̾M̾E̾ ̾I̾F̾ ̾I̾ ̾W̾A̾N̾T̾E̾D̾ ̾T̾O̾ ̾B̾E̾ ̾A̾ ̾M̾O̾T̾H̾E̾R̾,̾ ̾B̾E̾C̾A̾U̾S̾E̾ ̾I̾T̾’̾S̾ ̾C̾O̾N̾S̾I̾D̾E̾R̾E̾D̾ ̾W̾O̾R̾T̾H̾I̾E̾R̾ ̾T̾H̾A̾N̾ ̾M̾E̾ ̾W̾A̾N̾T̾I̾N̾G̾ ̾T̾O̾ ̾B̾E̾ ̾A̾ ̾B̾I̾M̾B̾O̾ 🧟

Lies, I’d feel also bad if you were romance watching Cyn whore around! Plus you don’t even wanna be a bimbo, you wanna be a celebrity chef, which. lmao. Sandy the Celebrity Chef Zombie.

-T̷H̷E̷R̷E̷’̷S̷ ̷A̷ ̷B̷I̷G̷ ̷M̷A̷R̷K̷E̷T̷ ̷F̷O̷R̷ ̷I̷T̷🧟

A big market for what? Worms and rotting body parts in people’s food?? Maybe if you market exclusively to Jojo.

-O͎H͎ ͎A͎L͎L͎-͎P͎O͎W͎E͎R͎F͎U͎L͎ ͎G͎E͎N͎I͎E͎,͎ ͎H͎E͎A͎R͎ ͎M͎Y͎ ͎P͎L͎E͎A͎.͎ ͎I͎ ͎W͎I͎S͎H͎ ͎T͎O͎ ͎N͎O͎T͎ ͎B͎E͎ ͎A͎ ͎Z͎O͎M͎B͎I͎E͎ ͎A͎N͎Y͎M͎O͎R͎E͎,͎ ͎C͎A͎U͎G͎H͎T͎ ͎B͎E͎T͎W͎E͎E͎N͎ ͎L͎I͎F͎E͎ ͎A͎N͎D͎ ͎D͎E͎A͎T͎H͎.͎ ͎E͎I͎T͎H͎E͎R͎ ͎R͎E͎T͎U͎R͎N͎ ͎M͎E͎ ͎T͎O͎ ͎D͎U͎S͎T͎ ͎O͎R͎ ͎L͎E͎T͎ ͎M͎E͎ ͎T͎A͎S͎T͎E͎ ͎L͎I͎F͎E͎’͎S͎ ͎G͎L͎O͎R͎Y͎🧟 -CAN’T DO IT SIS🧞 -₣Ʉ₵₭ ɎØɄ🧟

-OK HERE, I’LL BLESS YOU WITH BEAUTY INSTEAD. YOU COULD ALSO BLESS YOURSELF WITH IT BY SHOWERING🧞

Sophito is such a goddamn knowledge sim even though he hasn’t rolled for an aspiration yet, he’s OBSESSED with Sandy and all he wants to do is interact with her.

-Hi Sandy, my monthly physics scholarship check came, I want you to have it! -W̴H̴Y̴?̴🧟 -Buy something nice for your mausoleum room! I want you to feel at home! Please don’t leave us!

Sophito she’s a dishwasher zombie, not a lot of places she can go.

-She’s the coolest thing that’s even happened to me!!!

-Wow Sandy, those brain sandwiches are fantastic! I’m sure great success awaits you in the culinary world!

-Hi Sandy, I know it’s 2 a.m but here are some facts about elephants that just can’t wait until morning!

-Sandy, Sandy, I got an A++! They invented it for me! -G͎O͎O͎D͎ ͎J͎O͎B͎,͎ ͎K͎I͎D͎D͎O͎🧟

Why so glum, Soph?

-I’m worried about Sophito. He was born the problem child-

He was what.

-7 nice points??

Oh brother.

-And now all this Zombie Fairchild crap is making him even kinder and more open-minded. This ends now!

-Alright, let me adjust the mic here.. stupid childphobic standards..

-So I say to you, fellow students, that we should abandon competing for grades, and instead focus on those among us who are struggling academically! I will personally lead a workshop-

-Sophito, what the hell is this? -Oh hi mom! It’s my assembly speech, I’m going to start a workshop for studying tips! -Fuck my life. Sophito, I will only ask you this once, and I want the absolute truth. Have you been using your powers for good? -What powers?? -The brainchad powers you inherited from me! -Well, that’s a very arrogant way of putting it! Everyone is special- -OH GOD.

-Now listen here son, with great power comes great responsibility.. towards YOURSELF. -That doesn’t sound right. -WELL IT IS. Now, I love you, and you could never make me ashamed of you, but those 7 nice points of yours are just about to do the trick. -I’m sorry about our philosophical differences, mom, but I believe kindness is its own reward! -Ok Sophito, I didn’t wanna do this, I thought you were too young to hear it, but I see there is no other way to change your mind.. The only other person in this family with nice points..

-..is grandpa Wyatt. -WHAT. NO. -Yes, son. Those are the genes we’re up against. Do you want to be like him? -What must I do? -Go forth and lose those nice points, my son. It is the only way. -How? How do I do that?? -The power of turbochaddery flows in your veins, no thanks to your mother. When the time comes, listen to your true, empty heart!

-I will do it, mom! I’ll do whatever it takes to avoid grandpa Wyatt’s fate!! -I believe in you, my child. -My quest begins!

As Sophito embarks on the journey of a lifetime, Sandy returns from her job and we face some routing issues with her carpool and Jojo’s wolf simping tent.

-Move it, old man! -Go around, you stupid moron! -I CAN’T go around, it’s hardcoded in the game, move your tent! -NO

-I can stay here honking all night, crazy geezer! -Do your worst! I’ll freeze to death before I move!

-Man, Sandy sure has it made living in the mausoleum! It’s the only place I can escape this infernal honking, and it reminds me of my childhood, AND, free catghost fighting entertainment!

-FUCK YOU, VICTOR -NO, FUCK YOU, ALEGRA

So nice of Sandy to offer her bed to you!

#gen 3 #ts2

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harley-sunday · 1 year

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Hi yes hello— Can we —yes, very much a we thing as you know around here— make it canon that the song Charles’ is releasing is the one from “North Star”?

Please? Thanks. Glad we’re on the same page about this.

xoxo— DF

I like this narrative, babe.

🧡

"I didn't-" Charles runs a hand through his hair and clears his throat, his eyes downcast. "I gave it another name."

"Charles-" you start, wanting so desperately to let him know it's ok, that you're glad he changed it because keeping the original title would mean that he would have to explain over and over again, sharing that piece of your relationship with the world and you much rather he not, but he looks up then and captivates you with that hesitant smile that tells you he wasn't finished and so you swallow the rest of your words and listen.

"I hope it is ok for you that I released it?" He waits until you nod before he continues. "I know how much it means to you- To us." He shrugs, "I hope it can mean that much to other people as well."

"It will," you tell him, and even though your voice is barely above a whisper the confidence rings through loud and clear.

"To me it is still North Star," he says, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to where your engagement ring sits on your finger, "but that is something between you and me. Not for anyone else to know about."

"Thank you." You lean forward and kiss him before you pull back just enough to say, "I love you."

He smiles against your lips, "Je t'aime, ma belle."

Read the full backstory here

#harley answers asks #F1 fanfic #And yes #this definitely is canon #DF anon coming through for the North Star fandom #Harley Sunday x Charles Leclerc

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munhana · 9 months

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this have been in draft for a quite some time. takut nak publish haha. mungkin akan mengejutkan sesetengah orang, terutama kakak saya yang membaca hahaha. im sorry everyone 🫠

1st time keluar dengan stranger. kenal online for 3 weeks. macam random haha. not expected anything but what he did make me uncomfortable.

1- i came to kl to pick him up. the location he sent was a masjid nearby his home since we are plan to go after maghrib. i know he is not a masjid guy since he had admit previously he went to masjid only for jumaat and raya prayer.

but on that day i thought he will maghrib at the masjid since he had shared the location. but unfortunately he was not. he solat dekat rumah, came to masjid and wait for me outside. that is very turn off haha.

2- i drove him from pick up to send him back home. he just park his car at masjid and said "i let you drive lah since u suka drive and i pun dah lama tak jadi passenger." im very okay about that since i sangatlah suka drive but what is this behaviour brother? you should offer your ride haha.

3- after we out of his residency, he said he left the wallet on the car. and me, trying to be nice said "isokay pakai duit i dulu" and he just "okay nanti i bayar balik." i was like ohh so easy eh like you not put any effort to ask for patah balik ambil ke, or suggest for QR ke lol.

4- he is vaping. in front of me. i already remind to not do that on our meet up. yes already know he is vaping but i don't mind since it's just like a friend meet up not a taaruf. but pls la bro aku dah cakap kot? nampak sangat takleh nego.

5- we makan at atsky sebelah trx. he suggest it since dia pun tak pernah try situ lagi. kita pun follow jela sebab kita memang jenis malas fikir banyak tempat makan. dekat sini takda masalah, yang masalah parking dia. itu point last nanti hahaha.

6- after that we pusing2 kl, sebab dia cakap kita suka drive haha. tapi kita sangatlah tak suka jalan tempat crowded. it was bukit bintang. my first time drive there and really really dislike that place haha.

7- ada 1 part dia tersentuh tangan kita masa pass barang. pastu kita cakap la "jangan cuba cuba sentuh i eh." pastu dia macam sentap. pastu kita pun explain la kita cakap camtu sebab taknak benda tu biasa. kang dari ter2 kalau tak pernah tegur dia ingat kita ok takut cross border je. pastu dia kata "i tau la u camna. u ingat i nak ambik kesempatan ke?" pastu kita tanya la balik "kalau u memang tak sengaja asal pulak nak sentap. i remind je." tau pulak diam.

8. dah balik. dia tanya nak bayar berapa. total makan tadi dalam rm50 lebih untuk 2 pax. dia tahu je total ni sebab masa bayar dia yang ambil resit dan tengok. tapi kita macam teragak2 la nak minta dia bayar semua sebab ini kan 1st meet, ok je kot kalau nak split bill. so kita sebut makanan dia je.

dari rm22, kita sebut 20 je. taknaklah nampak berkira sangat hahahah. pastu dia memang bagi doploh je weh hahaha. yes im expecting dia belanja since i came all the way from shah alam, dengan traffic lagi, minyak toll lagi. sekali dia memang bayar dia punya je? hahaha my bad my bad.

9. balik rumah, kita check transaction tng sepanjang journey tadi. rumah dia kat ampang, so pergi balik atsky tu memang lalu tol. total rm44 termasuk parking rm24 HAHAHAHAHA. terkejut la sis tau. nasib baik balance cukup je nak balik tu. tapi kita senyap jela. takdalah pm dia balik bagitau harga tng tadi hahah. tapi memang taklah nak keluar dah pasni 🤣

10. he is kind of sweet talker and romantic person. kita nak kawan je bukan nak partner hahaha. so macam takleh proceed je jadi kawan lama lama takut jadi lain. better cut off saja.

sorry la tulis campur2. mungkin pengaruh guna i u dengan dia hahahahaha.

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