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str4wbaeby · 6 days

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𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓮 pt.1

ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ ˣ ᵇᵒᵒᵏʷᵒʳᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⤷ note : pt.2 | pt.3 | moodboard

his presence lingered in every corner of the bookstore, name spoken in reverent tones by both staff and patrons alike. and who he might be? the literary virtuoso, Ren Takahashi, who recently emerged as a new generation fiction writer, standing as a towering figure in the realm of literature. despite being a new name in the writing community, he was quick to rise to fame with the release of his latest masterpiece, which depicted the story of a yearning painter desperately in search of his muse; the story mainly revolving around the theme of lovesickness.

being an avid book lover, it was not unusual for you to keep up with the latest updates in the community, be it newly released books or the newly emerging writers. for you, Ren was not an unfamiliar name but you never really felt truly drawn to any of his writings, which often tended to revolve around a similar theme of infatuation and obsessive love.

as you made your way through the aisles, you couldn't help but notice the prominent display of his new novel on the central shelf, the vibrant red cover drawing you in. opening the glass panel, you carefully took the book out. as you started to read, your expression quickly shifted with eyebrows furrowing into concentration as your lips curled into a smile of intrigue. turning the pages with a gentle flutter, you seemed to absorb each word presented before you. completely enamoured by the book, you failed to notice the presence of an unknown figure, leaning against the opposite bookshelf, eyes longingly staring at your small figure

"so, do you like the book?", the figure softly spoke out, careful not to startle you while clearing his throat in the process.

needless to say, you were a bit startled at first but the gentleness of his voice oddly managed to calm you down almost instantly. you were never really much of a talker, thanks to your introverted nature and not wanting to make this interaction any awkward, you just found it easier to nod your head in response. your eyes were still fixated on the pages, only to look up at the figure once you were satisfied with thorough scanning of the book. infront of you stood the most gorgeous men you have ever laid your eyes upon in your 23 years of living. luscious long hair tressed a shadowy cascade against his pale porcelain skin, hazel eyes twinkling under the bright store lighting as his 6'2 figure stood towering over you, leaning against the wooden shelf in a relaxed stance.

a shade of pink subconsciously coated your cheeks, as you struggled to maintain eye contact with the handsome stranger.

"do you come here often ?", his velvety voice echoed in your ears, slowly luring you in like a siren's song. at the sudden loss of words, all you could do was nod at his question in agreement.

noticing your flustered state, he chuckled softly, silently taking in your adorable expression and soft features.

"say, would you like to have a cup of coffee with me at the nearby cafe? I've heard their pastries are quite popular here"

the proposal was unexpected. especially coming from someone like him; someone as beautiful as him. you were average to say the least, easily passing as just another face in the crowd. why would he want someone like you?

quickly snapping out of your trance, you politely denied his offer with a firm "no". but why? didn't you like him too? the dejected look in his eyes reminded you of a lost puppy. concealing the pain with a fake smile, he handed you his number in a piece of paper, telling you to call him if you ever wanted to talk or had a change of heart regarding your little coffee date. or he could just show up at the bookstore to meet you again? you wouldn't suspect anything, right? it'll just be another coincidence, after all! ♡

with a seemingly disinterested look, you took the paper out of his hand, only to catch a quick glimpse of something that caught your eyes.

"(555) 867-xxxx

- Ren Takahashi "

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luviemax · 3 months

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paris -oneshot

a/n: song inspo here!! live luv laugh oscar piastri.

-> oscar piasri x female!reader, no physical description of reader

warnings: none... i think, LOGAN BEST WINGMAN!!!

word count: 867 words

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Formula 1 is one of the most stressful sports in the world.

Well, that's a rather bold statement, but nevertheless, that doesn't make it less true.

Not only do drivers have to be in tip-top physical shape, but they also have to have the right mindset to race.

If you can't accommodate any of that as a driver, it's more than likely that your career would be over sooner than late.

It's a harsh reminder which is constantly hung over almost every driver's head when they aren't performing up to standard, and most of the time, driver's can't even escape it, because the media are like hunters constantly looking for their prey, which unfortunately happens to be the drivers.

Not only does the media choose to prey on their drivers', but in recent years, they've taken a liking to pursuing the drivers' private lives too, especially their romance lives.

You and Oscar had been seeing each other for around 2 years now. You'd been introduced to each other by a mutual good friend, Logan, and ever since, the two of you had hit it off, and history was history.

However, as previously stated, not all, but most journalists had the pretty snarky habit of snooping into the driver's lives.

In lieu of this, you and Oscar had mutually decided to keep your relationship private to the public eye.

People were aware that yes, Oscar had a girlfriend, but nobody really had an idea about who you were, what you did, or even what you looked like. Of course, this decision came with its own disadvantages, such as being unable to follow him to races or award ceremonies, but to you, the benefits outweighed the cons.

Due to your anonymity, your relationship was a hot topic of viewers, social media pages, and articles alike.

It was almost like a daily routine where you would open your phone first thing in the morning and see articles like: 'The infamously private relationship between Oscar Piastri and his girlfriend: have they broken up?'

Honestly speaking, articles like those were ridiculous- and laughable to you and Oscar.

"Hey," You scoff, "have you seen this?" You ask Oscar one morning in the comfortable silence of your shared London apartment, turning your phone in his direction. He peers at your phone for a moment, scanning the page before his eyebrows begun to furrow and one quirked up. "That's really stupid." Oscar's lips pressed together to form a straight line, voice deadpan. "Yeah, no shit." You sassily retort and the two of you share a good laugh with each other over such a superficial article.

You enjoyed the privacy that the umbrella of your relationship provided you. Of course, that sounds a little funny to the untrained eye, but you and Oscar had never been very public people.

It's a late night, but it's your birthday too.

To celebrate, you've decided have some girl-time with all your best friends at your favourite club, but then again, it is your birthday, and you are the birthday girl, so you go a little ham.

If you asked him to recall the events of that night, Oscar would say 'a little' would be a major understatement.

At the ass-crack of dawn, he recieves a phone call from one of your close friends. "Hey, Oscar?" Your friend asks, the booming bass of the club slightly muffled. "Yeah?" He replies, voice groggy from interrupted sleep. "Your girlfriend's a little out of it," your friend informs him, "She's had quite a bit to drink. I reckon you should pick her up." Within 5 minutes, he was out the front door.

Oscar gives the valet a tight-lipped smile as he passes the keys over.

He spends a good 5 minutes in the crowd of sweaty people attempting to locate you, until he finally spots you.

Just for a moment, he takes a second to himself to admire you.

You're absolutely ethereal in the blinding, neon lights of the nightclub. You have a beaming smile on your face, grinning so hard that your eyes begin to squint with the effort of your grin.

"Hey." Oscar places his hand on your arm, voice still raspy with sleep. "Oscar!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his neck. "You sleepy?" He chuckles, weaving his fingers into your hair. "Yeah. Going home?" You ask him. "Sure baby." He reassures you, waving goodbye to your friends and leading you to his car.

Everyone has their own quirks when they get drunk. Some get really emotional. Some people get angry. But as for you... you have a tendency to get really mouthy. The words come out from your mouth faster than you can actually process it.

"You know," you start, chair reclined in the car and voice groggy with exhaustion, "that's what I really love about you." "Hm? What is it?" Oscar looks at you endearingly once you're at a red light. "Ya know, you might not show off our relationship on social media, but you're always there for me, like now." You grin at him, holding his hand over the arm rest. "Always," he promises, "just holler and I'll be there."

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scuderiasundays · 10 months

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by your side

summary: pinterest boards, rehearsal dinners, and late night professions of love written from carlos’ pov 🪭 a continuation of the smoothest operation + a little insta au at the end!

words: 867

a/n: i hated making you wait so i tried my very best to fit in your req, anon! my sincere apologies if it’s not what you’d hoped for. tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee and @diorleclerc just because. let me know if i should turn this into a series! feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

July 2022

You hated it when reporters asked who wore the pants in your relationship, the outdated implication that one partner should have the upper hand over the other. The simple truth was that you two struck the perfect balance. She remained levelheaded at times when you’d go into what you playfully coined "full Latino mode." She had a tendency to overthink, and you’d sat by her side on countless nights, hand in hand, whispering, "Everything will fall into place, mi querida. You’ll see." She was all of the best feelings in the world in human form: clean sheets on a freshly made bed, the first bite into a decadent burger, champagne showers after a sensational drive.

The sun cast a gentle, orange glow on her face as you rubbed your eyes, stepping into the living room. She had fallen asleep on your off-white couch, still in her scrubs after a long night shift. Her laptop lay open on the marble coffee table, a Pinterest board of wedding paraphernalia on full display. The ever-growing F1 calendar had kept you on the go, leaving your fiancée to check off the majority of your pre-wedding to-do list by herself. You couldn’t put your finger on just why you were tearing up, a surge of emotions taking over as you scrolled through the photos. You reached the bottom of the page when you stumbled upon a Polaroid of her in a white dress.

Months ago, you’d overheard her and Ana talk about fabrics as they baked banana bread. "Chiffon? No. Lace? No. Ay, tulle!" You exclaimed, so caught up you hadn’t even noticed her stirring awake. You quietly closed her laptop shut.

"Is this for your next racing suit? I’d say lace is a bit scandalous but, hey, give the people what they want," she giggled as she slowly got up. The espresso machine, a Christmas gift from her, hummed to life. She was making you an espresso out of habit, strong just the way you preferred. You breathed a sigh of relief; grateful her mind had been hazy enough to brush off that you’d been listing off wedding dress fabrics mere minutes ago.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You wrapped your hands around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck. A year from now, she’d be walking down the aisle in that very dress. A year from now, she would be yours for all eternity.

July 2023

The season had been far from kind to you and your teammate Charles. Thankfully, Y/N had taken some time off work leading up to the wedding, providing some much-needed relief from the relentless cycle of "flight, race, simulator, repeat." The pressure and pent-up frustration could have easily consumed you by now if it weren’t for the thought of her eagerly waiting at each checkered flag. Regardless of whether you ended the race with 25 points or none, she was the only person you wanted to see.

You had never been one to voluntarily go on record about the love you two shared. It felt too sacrosanct, too precious. It, nonetheless, was no surprise when press from worldwide gathered in Avila, eager to catch a glimpse of you and Y/N’s big day. Both your sisters had gotten married in this town and, if there was one thing about the Sainz family, it was that they were big on tradition.

This is why you weren’t all too surprised when your parents revealed that you and Y/N would be spending your wedding eve apart. The rehearsal dinner had gone relatively smoothly, despite a few hiccups along the way. Rupert’s daughter Harlow Reyes had refused to hand over the rings, claiming them as her own. Lando attempted to deliver a heartfelt speech but ended up cry laughing in the way only he would, leaving him unable to finish. Yet, in the end, you were just happy to have everyone you loved under one roof.

"Care to join me?" Y/N motioned toward the vineyard, an effortless smile adorning her face. The night had fallen, but the gentle glow of fairy lights illuminated her silhouette.

"By this time tomorrow, we’ll be husband and wife," she remarked. He could see the glint in her eye as she breathed in the thick summer air. She was a sight to behold in her white vest and tailored pants. In that moment, you thought to yourself, "I’m the luckiest man alive," as you made your way towards her.

You wanted to thank her for everything. For answering the phone at 3 AM when jet lag and stress left you gasping for air on a bathroom floor oceans away. For being the beautiful face you could steal glances at as you sat behind the wheel during spontaneous road trips. For making you feel like you were worthy of being loved. For being your constant.

Instead, you simply said, "Every day, starting tomorrow, will be the best day of my life because I get to spend it by your side. You have all my heart, Y/N. Every single piece." You proceeded to squeeze her hand three times, your secret signal for "I love you" because, boy, did you mean it.

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yourusername: one more sleep until forever

fan1: considering a red eye to spain just for my “speak now” moment 🫠 i am delusional and live 3,000 miles away

carlossainz55: this distance is unbearable. come back?

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fan2: i’m from avila and ran into the whole grid + some retired drivers this weekend

fan3: retired drivers? seb? 🤔🤭

landonorris: i vow (wink wink) to get through the speech tomorrow! i just get all choked up because i love you both so much

yourusername: lies! you and i both know you lost it when @alex_albon started pulling funny faces 😤

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chlorinecake · 4 months

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Hey can you make something like "kissing I hope they catch us " but for a black reader please?

Hot Cocoa Kisses —⊹ N.RK (西村力) ☕️

Pairing… ₊˚⊹ ᰔ boyfriend!riki x girlfriend!reader

Warnings… ₊˚⊹ slightly heated make-out session, teasing, pet names, fluff, rushed

Words… ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 867 -> “Your lips taste like hot cocoa”

It was a chilly winter day when you and your boyfriend Riki sat in the living room together.

Cradled in the fluffiest blankets you two could find, you sat in between Riki’s legs on the couch, reading a manga he received as a Christmas gift out loud as he braided a tiny section of your hair. Not to style it, of course, but just out of pure endearment for you.

“So what’s happening now?” Riki asked, mostly focused on carefully overlapping the three strands of hair he was working on.

“Hmm… I actually stopped reading the words a few pages ago. The illustrations alone are much more interesting in my opinion,” you replied, just as he kissed the center of your scalp, letting you know that he was done playing with your hair.

“Let me see,” he said, taking the comic from your hands to examine it for himself. “Yeahhh… the dialogue is pretty impressive, actually. No wonder a little baby like you only wants to look at the pictures though,” he giggled, tickling the spot beneath your jawline before getting up and walking towards the kitchen.

You weren’t ready to leave the warmth of the cozy couch yet, but you understood that Riki wanted one more thing before y’all continued to spend this lovely winter evening together: Hot cocoa.

Your arms found Riki’s waist as he reached for the top cabinet, grabbing the box of hot cocoa mix from the top shelf.

“Almost forgot about these,” he said, pulling down mini marshmallows next.

You put yourself in charge of warming the milk for your drinks, followed by stirring the cocoa mix into your mugs and then waiting for it to cool.

“Are they finished, yet? It’s not like we’re making “cold cocoa” anyways,” Riki sighed, leaning over the counter on his elbows.

“Well if we add the marshmallows now, they’re just gonna melt again, see?” You said, grabbing one of the cups to take a sip, “I mean, it’s not as hot anymore, though, if you’re just tired of waiting.”

Upon saying that, Riki just stared at you for much longer than necessary, holding back a smile as his eyes glittered with amusement.

“W-what?” You asked, poking him on the shoulder which only made him laugh out loud this time.

“It’s the braid you did, isn’t it?,” you continued with a pout. He shook his head at your words, walking up to you and taking your face in one of his hands, swiping some moisture from your upper lip with his thumb before tasting it himself.

“You had a milk mustache, silly,” he smiled softly, eyes not leaving your lips as he licked his own, leaning in with a soft kiss.

Humming into the embrace, a smile creeped upon Riki's face as your hand found his neck, supporting yourself against the counter for him to only pull you closer.

“Riki~,” you mumbled while disconnecting your lips, “where’d all that come from?” you asked, still in a daze as you felt heat rush to your face.

He bit his lower lip, looking you up and down through hooded eyes as his hands rested on either side of the countertop, caging you in before his intimidating frame.

“Nowhere,” he smirked, pecking you one last time on the corner of your mouth before continuing, “your lips taste like hot cocoa and I just couldn’t resist.”

Playfully smacking your boyfriend’s chest, he released you from his arm cage, watching as you went back to the other counter, shaking marshmallows in both your mugs before sealing the bag closed.

He took so much delight in seeing how flustered you appeared now. You even fumbled with your fingers as you tried closing the bag all thanks to his actions.

“Are you sure you don’t want something cold to drink instead? You seem warm all of a sudden,” he teased, wiping the spilled remnants of sugary mix from the countertop with a napkin.

“Do I? Maybe it’s because you keep looking at me like this,” you teased back, dramatically reenacting the way he looked at you earlier, biting your lip to seal the deal.

He laughed with his entire body, leaning over the counter as soft giggles rumbled from his body. But then, his cocky side returned.

“Is that the only thing I did that got you flustered, or is there more?” He asked, voice deepening slightly as his piercing gaze scanned you once again.

“Hmm… well… you also touched me like this,” you said, cupping his face in your hands, “and then I nearly fainted when you kissed me like there was no tomorrow!”

“No tomorrow, huh? That sounds romantic,” he smirked, trying to mask how giddy you were making him feel in this moment even though the pink hue staining his cheeks and ears made it impossible to hide.

“That’s because it was romantic, Riki,” you smiled lovingly, kissing your finger and placing it on his rosy nose before walking back to the living room, warm mugs in both your hands as you returned to your seats on the cozy couch.

The same place you knew Riki would eventually start to kiss you again the moment you sat your cup down.

❆ Thank you for reading this quick little fic, and special thanks to my bbygirl for requesting this !!

❆ Feel free to check out more cute and fun reads like this at the pinned post on my blog :3

❆ Taglist: @squoxle @ashgonedash @nikisdubblchococake @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33 @noodlesimp @microwvdstrawb3rri3s @star-yawnznn

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slylock-syl · 9 months

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“Take it away, maestro!~” (✹‿✹)

Chapter 7: Re:Gain >Pages 867 - 868<

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 1 year

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Teeny tiny blurb of the munson family where Eddie is stressed about a big test coming up cause he’s trying to pass, and then he passes with an A, and comes home all excited, Wayne gives him a Munson HugTM and hangs the graded paper on the fridge 🫶

THANK YOU FOR THE MUNSON FAMILY PROMPT😭😭😭I've been thinking of the two of them aaaaaaaall day and my heart is aching. This is so perfect & I hope you enjoy it!!!💗💗💗

TW; Eddie baby speaks meanly to himself (the same way I do when I'm studying lmaooooo this is a fic in which I am Eddie and Eddie is me💔), Eddie also pulls his own hair in frustration (I don't do this) & bangs his head on his desk for the same reasons (I do this lmao) Uncle Wayne is a sweetheart, there's probably swearing, some canonical implied angst (Eddie's academic performance), mostly fluff! Uncle Wayne also knows Steve, Nancy, Dustin, etc., and refers to them all as 'his kids' (but Eddie is his boy and no one else has that title).

NOT AN X READER FIC! THIS IS UNCLE WAYNE AND EDDIE!!!

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Word count: 1, 867.

Uncle Wayne came home from the plant to find Eddie hunched over the kitchen counter, the lone stool jiggling with every bounce of Eddie's knee.

He stood there, stopped and stared, at his nephew. It wasn't unusual for Eddie to be this focused on a, what was it his boy called it? A campaign? Yeah, that sounded about right. A campaign. But seeing him focused on school work? That was definitely out of the ordinary and he couldn't help but to stop and to stare. Pride, confusion, rose and fell in his chest, but above all, he felt love for his dangerous looking boy (he was a marshmallow, really, not a mean bone in his body). There were papers and folders strewn everywhere. Even if Uncle Wayne already knew that the folders weren't Eddie's, the bright colours of the covers would have given it away, as would the name Nancy Wheeler emblazoned across the spine. It only made what Eddie was doing look all the more unusual; Uncle Wayne never would have paired lavender with black, but Eddie owned it just as he did everything else which came his way, for worse or the worst.

There was another thick textbook crowding Eddie's space, with Harrington, S written along the spine. A similar word spacing to Nancy's but they had different handwriting sizes. Nancy's was small, neat and perfectly aligned, whereas Steve's looked like a spider had been dipped in ink and then ran across the page. Steve wrote neatly when he wanted to - Uncle Wayne had seen it last month in Dustin's birthday card - but clearly, this time, he hadn't wanted to. Uncle Wayne didn't know much about Steve's home life, which said more than Steve himself ever could; sometimes, silence was someone's loudest scream. Uncle Wayne had also noted several months ago that Steve wrote in his friends' cards neatly but scrawled carelessly his own name, and he felt something bitter brewing in his chest. He knew what that meant. He knew.

If people didn't stop fucking around with his kids, Uncle Wayne was really gonna lose his shit. He barely held onto it on his good days.

Surrounded by his friends' academic materials, very kindly lent to a desperate super senior, was Eddie, his slender fingers burrowed deep in his dark curls as he muttered dates and names to himself. His ink stained fingers continued to scrawl furiously, his hands almost blurry with how fast he was taking notes.

Uncle Wayne almost said, 'who lit a fire under your ass, boy?' but he didn't want to disturb The Zone. Eddie followed his thought trains everywhere, it was why his D&D campaigns were always so much fun and so successful with the rest of the Hellfire Club, but one slight distraction would completely derail his journey and never again would he be able to board the same train. As such, when Eddie focused just like this, Uncle Wayne kept well out of the way out of respect.

Instead, Uncle Wayne simply moved through the trailer as if Eddie wasn't there, fixing himself some dinner, having a shower, getting the pull out bed ready, all the while ignoring the stressed out boy camped out at the kitchen counter. He was prepared to sleep in the same room as Eddie, too, content to let his boy work. He would sleep when he was tired, he would wake up when he wasn't. He would do his own thing and Uncle Wayne would let him, being silently supportive all the while.

Or, that was the plan until Eddie's mutterings grew just a little louder. At the same time, he threw his pen down and banged his head on the desk lightly. "This is so stupid, stupid! I'm never gonna fucking - " Eddie's hands threaded into his hair and he pulled harshly, letting his head come up from the table before he slammed it down again, this time harder than last time.

Uncle Wayne had had enough.

In seconds, he was up and out of his chair, and he strode across the trailer to get to his boy. One palm slid clumsily between Eddie's reddened forehead and the table. "Hey, hey! You be careful, son. There's precious cargo in there, y'hear?" The first two sentences were harsh, unabiding. The question was soft, comforting. Knowing. Uncle Wayne used his grip on Eddie's forehead to push his head up off the table surface, and then, with his hand still cradling Eddie's forehead, as if his touch could soothe the cruelty of the wood (self-inflicted such as it was), he ducked to Eddie's side so that tearful chocolate brown and tender blue could meet.

"I just wanna pass, dad," Eddie mumbled, leaning forward into Uncle Wayne's touch, his eyes closing as the sheer level of stress he was under fully hit him. "But I'm pretty fuckin' far from it... I was so close to making '86 my year." Eddie exhaled roughly and shook his head, his dark curls lightly brushing the top of his shoulders. "Guess I'm just gonna have to be the family disappointment for the third year in a row."

Uncle Wayne sighed. It wasn't unkind, more... world weary. He had heard all of this before, seen Eddie try time and time and time again, and he wanted his boy to pass finally. He wanted to see Eddie thrive, blossom into himself more and more, just as he had been taught by the elder Munson. "I know you, Eddie, and I know you're doin' better than you think.” He thought on how best to help him, to motivate Eddie into maintaining his pace, and caught sight of the subject he was studying: history. And all of a sudden, Uncle Wayne knew exactly what to say. His mind moved so quickly that there was barely a pause between one sentence and the next, fast thinkers were the Munsons, “And believe you me, if you treat this like one'a those campaigns, you'll do just fine."

Eddie froze for just a second, those chocolate eyes pouring into his Uncle’s, and then it was like someone had turned the gas up under his arse, because Eddie sat up straighter, gripped his pen the same way he cuddled his pillows at night - tight - and began scrawling again, practically ignoring his Uncle. There was no verbal thank you but Uncle Wayne wasn’t offended; he knew his boy. His hand squeezed Eddie’s shoulder and as his boy pressed back into the touch, he heard the thank you Eddie was too busy to speak.

You’re welcome, kid was what the second tighter squeeze of Uncle Wayne’s hand said, and just like that, the moment had passed, and the seed of hope he had planted within Eddie’s mind began to grow.

It didn’t take long for that seed to become a flower, and, oh, how it flourished under Uncle Wayne’s careful, constant guidance.

Three days later, Eddie crashed through the door to the trailer, all chains and dark clothing and hair flying about his face and shoulders like dark lightning. He was emitting high pitched shrieks, woops and hollers, his teeth gritted in excitement as he ran up to Uncle Wayne and shook a thick sheath of paper in his face.

Eddie hadn’t even shut the trailer door, kicked off his shoes or shrugged his backpack off.

He only had eyes for his dad.

“Whoa, whoa,” Uncle Wayne didn’t step back, didn’t tell Eddie to be quiet, didn’t try to tell him to behave in a more ‘acceptable’ way, he just took his son as he found him. He loved Eddie, so much. “What’s got you so excited?”

Eddie shook the paper emphatically at his Uncle again, no longer forming words, just practically vibrating where he stood in his excitement.

Uncle Wayne smiled at Eddie, he smiled, as he took the sheath of paper from him. It was terribly unusual for Eddie to come home from school like this (unless he had just come back from Hellfire, but it was Wednesday today so that wasn’t the cause of his boy’s happiness). Normally, Eddie came home from school wound up tight, or shaking, or sullen and upset. But this was pure unadulterated pride and joy.

He cast his eyes down the page, a smile as wide as Eddie’s spreading on his face as he read every single comment the teacher had written, all the ticks and the comment such as ‘nice detail’, and he kept flipping through the paper until he reached the very end of Eddie’s concluding paragraph, and saw the bright red ‘A’ scrawled underneath Eddie’s small but thorough reference list.

Eddie’s excitement had dulled somewhat during the few minutes Uncle Wayne had been reading through his paper, and he gnawed anxiously on his bottom lip as he waited for something, anything, from the elder Munson. He wasn’t kept waiting long, and he wasn’t disappointed, either, because Uncle Wayne slowly, carefully, put the paper down on the kitchen counter, gave Eddie a weighted glance which told Eddie that he needed a moment to find his words, and then swept him up in his arms without hesitation. The hug would speak for the two of them. There was a hand in Eddie’s dark curls, and then it was on his shoulder, and then it was in his hair again, fingers scratching at the scalp, smoothing down the curls, and there was an arm around his waist, and then a hand rubbing up and down his back and then there was the scratch of facial hair against his temple as Uncle Wayne dropped a kiss to the crown of Eddie’s head.

The first kiss was what broke Eddie.

With a wet giggle, Eddie sagged into the hug and Uncle Wayne shifted his weight to accommodate his nephew and held him even tighter. “M’so proud of you, son. Knew you could do it. Never doubted for a second. The world’ll tell you that you can’t, believe you me, but I know you can. If no one else, Eddie, you always got me in your corner.” He kissed the top of Eddie’s head again and this time, Eddie let himself cry and he let himself be held, and he even let himself hold his dad as tightly as he wanted to.

“Thanks, dad. Couldn't do it without you."

Yeah, you could. I see you do it every day. Uncle Wayne pressed yet another kiss against the top of Eddie’s head before he leaned down and burrowed his face in Eddie’s dark curls. They stood there for so long that neither of them were sure exactly how long they’d been hugging for, but who cared? When, at last, Eddie pulled away with a suspicious swipe across his cheeks (Uncle Wayne said nothing about the wet patch on the blue shirt underneath his flannel), Uncle Wayne grabbed the paper and immediately used a magnet to attach it to the fridge. It would be eye level with Eddie whenever he went in there for a beer or leftover pizza.

It would be there to remind him that he could do it, every moment of every day, just as Uncle Wayne would be.

#eddie munson x reader #wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #the munson family #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie my beloved #i will always love you eddie munson #eddie munson

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wpmorse · 8 months

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Davos fumbled inside his cloak and drew out the crinkled sheet of parchment. It seemed a thin and flimsy thing, yet it was all the shield he had. "A King's Hand should be able to read and write. Maester Pylos has been teaching me." He smoothed the letter flat upon his knee and began to read by the light of the magic sword.

Davos page 867

Revealing that he saved Edric Storm, Davos tries to save his life and position with his newfound literacy.

#asoiaf #a storm of swords #pen and ink #illustration #stannis baratheon #melisandre #davos seaworth #dragonstone

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m0ckest · 5 months

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newty · 8 months

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heres my current dion timeline! completely subject to change bc halone knows it has changed many times already! all the stuff in italics are my headcanons, incl ages, which are in parentheses. extreme spoilers abound

aka my 'dion is a 35yo hag w a lot of unhealthy responsibilities & relationships partly caused by underdeveloped lore but im gonna run with it anyway' agenda.

843 (0)

Dion born in Oriflamme

Mom????????????????????????

I think she was just husbandless and hard-up and she got taken advantage of to some degree by Sylv. She can still like, talk to Sylv but they don't have a relationship.

p o v e r t y

849 (6)

- Kanver Independence movement

Wants freedom from Dhalmekia. Trade disruption likely.

850 (7)

- Southwestern Alliance

Alliance of Rosaria & Dhalmekia to oppose Kanver's independence movement. Trade disruption v likely.

852 (9)

Dion awakens as Bahamut. It's nighttime when the scary magic stuff starts and hes just a baby :(

Mom takes him to church bc he's possessed. hiiii priest who fathered him. wtf is going on w this kid.

Mom sells him to Sylv. Weird child headache & poverty solved! Soon after, Sylv becomes emperor and Dion is made prince & imperial scion.

857 (14)

- Kanver Independence obtained

Trade along the Crystal Highway & beyond absolutely disrupted. Sanbrequois interests split between dispute with Waloed and the continental economy.

858 (15)

- Remembrance Ceremony

Dion mobilized in his first sortie--a rebellion inspired by Kanver. insert smth abt having too many thoughts abt money & societal disenfranchisement + responsibility to the public here.

Dion meets the Rosfields.

859 (16)

- The Triunity of 859

Sanbreque joins the anti-Kanver alliance to discourage further revolutions in its territories.

860 (17)

- Night of Flames

The Phoenix Gate attack. Triunity broken. Anabella becomes Empress. Harpocrates fired.

Dion removed from court and sent afield against Waloed. Terence (12) joins him as his page.

861 (18)

- Rosaria attacked by Ironblood & Sanbreque

Dion knighted as a dragoon and their highest commander. Part of restructuring to incorporate Rosaria.

863 (20)

Terence (15) promoted to squire.

865 (22)

- Battle of the Twin Realms

Bahamut fielded. Sanbreque wins Strait of Autha after decades of a blockade, but were prevented from further conquest by Waloed's alliance with the Dhalmekian Republic, who were concurrently warring w the Iron Kingdom at the Nysa Defile. Teredio confession happens after this.

867 (24)

Terence (19) knighted as a dragoon.

870 (27)

Terence (22) becomes his second in command.

873 (30)

- Battle of Nysa Defile

Dhalmekia vs the Iron Kingdom, Titan vs Shiva, no help from Waloed, Sanbreque's Bastards sent to assassinate Shiva

- Fall of Drake's Head (Oriflamme)

An aetherflood spawns in the crystal mines and consumes its workers. Oriflamme then languishes and the surrounding area experiences poor harvests and trade.

- Battle of Belanus Tor

Bahamut vs Odin. No reinforcements & reports of saboteurs in the capital. Sanbreque loses the Strait of Autha and an entire legion. Dion told to maintain position and continue fighting despite heavy losses.

- Annexation of the Crystalline Dominion

Dion leads the invasion of Crystalline Dominion, which becomes the new imperial capital.

878 (35)

- Fall of Drake's Breath (Iron Kingdom)

No one cares. Fears about Cid reignite.

- Rosalith Destroyed by Titan

No one cares. The Imperial family doesn't even talk about this when they plot world domination???????

Black Shields cause havoc elsewhere in Rosaria.

- The Crystalline Impasse

The Republic of Dhalmekia at war w Sanbreque over Twinside. Sylvester plans to accept their treaty, take reparations, and backstab them by making Dion destroy the last of their forces. He sends Dion to his camp on the bank opposite Boklad.

- Fall of Drake's Fang (Dhalmekia)

Dhalmekia's chances for a decent treaty completely vanish.

- Olivier Becomes Emperor

Dion and Terence (30) receive news of Titan's death, but must still maintain hostilities and turn Twinside into a battlefield. They learn of Olivier's ascension to the throne. Joshua meets with them.

Dion returns home and bickers about things. Sylv talks about conquering all of the Twins, and again orders Dion back to his camp to fight the Dhalmeks.

- Meeting w Joshua & Decree

Dion meets with Joshua in the imperial palace and promises to assist him when he is done with Sanbreque business. Afterwards, he makes his decree to coup.

He never returns to his camp? Just plots and pulls out the dragoons and artillery right at the castle?

- Rise of the Wyrm coup

Sylvester, Anabella, and Olivier killed. Twinside destroyed.

Kihel (14)'s grandmother dies in the destruction—if Kihel's grandmother was someone she met semi-recently and who took care of her while she was in Twinside. Or are the lanterns a continental practice rather than a Sanbrequois or Dominion one, so she could have learned about them back in Kostnice? Or was Kostnice just another stop on her travels, instead of a home?

- Fall of Drake's Tail (Twinside)

Taken to Hideaway, then return to Twinside. Kihel finds & nurses him. He reunites w Terence, who survived Somehow.

- Ran'dellah Attacked

Dion and drgs intervene to save Dhalmekian statesmen. He sends Terence to Kihel. The drgs have lost their highest leadership.

- Fall of Drake's Spine (Waloed)

Dion got on Mid's boat somehow, accompanies the team to Ash, and remains with them at the Hideaway.

- Origin

Twinside and its populace completely destroyed. Terence and Kihel are implied to die. Dion reunites with Harpocates. He and the Rosfields go to fight and are also implied to die. All magic removed from the world.

GAME ENDS

879 (36)

- 1-6 Months Post-Game

Dion is returned to headquarters and rehabilitated. idk anything abt the bros. Tarja amputates his right arm. He leaves with a bit of money to return to Oriflamme and keep up the Repent gig.

- 6 Months Post-Game

Fic starts.

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*at some point cid fights bahamut at oriflamme's crystal. idr enough abt when cid left waloed to guess

**dions hates evil and yet. he cant identify it in his dad. even when he's totally old enough to realize that the night of flames was super sus. compartmentalizing king ig

***idk how old olivier is. i thought he was like 5 until i saw most ppl pinged him as like 10.

****i have no plans of doing anything in depth w mom so im not worried abt her rn. the important part is how scary and badly understood his condition is + how sylv offers explanations, regular meals, and greagor's absolute love in return.

*****terence has a baby face + the squire detail rly solidified the age diff to me. ultimately 5 yrs isnt a lot, but it's more significant when theyre younger, and it gives dion more to sweat abt when he talks abt loathing the power dynamic between them

#I NEED TO SLEEP #brihamut's mercy #the light i hear

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rockmiyabideusexmachina · 2 months

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Megaman Production Art Scan of the Day #867:

Rockman.EXE Axess Episode 6 (Part A) Storyboards [Page 61]

Hastily Translated Summary: 142 - Higure's surprised at the results Higure: "Another strike...?" Mariko-sensei causes Higure to blush Mariko: "Higure-san, you're a genius!" Higure: "What do you mean, a genius?" 143 - Higure gives a thumbs up Higure (internally, to himself): "I did it~demasu!" 144 - A second strike mark appears on the digital scoreboard 145 - Seven buildings shown on Bowlman's Cyberworld screen Pans down to a set of seven pins beneath the screen

Full Resolution Scan: https://imgbox.com/Za5aoXLJ

#Megaman Production Art Scan of the Day #Rockman #Megaman #Mega Man #Rockman.EXE #Megaman Battle Network #Rockman.EXE Axess #Axess Ep. 6 Storyboards #The Most Dangerous Ball Game #Storyboards #Yamitaro Higure #Mr. Higsby #Higsby #Mariko Oozono #Ms. Mari #Mariko-sensei #Miyabi Scans Stuff

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cute-palus-doing-cute-things · 1 year

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"Well, aren't you impressed? You may worship me now." ...says the goddess who barely managed to defeat some carrots. Artist: @[email protected] Work page: https://skeb.jp/@kou_hiyoyo/works/867 Full res: @[email protected]

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buttersketches · 9 months

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New page!

#the reborn #my art #webcomic #I forgot to post this yesterday

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nancydrewwouldnever · 1 year

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Yeah, but how many of the new followers are actual true followers, and not just bots? I mean, if the whole plan is to increase her visibility, then buying followers is probably a part of that.//

so I found this page that shows you fake followers, seems pretty legit. idk how often it gets updated it says July but she has 602.9k here. You probably can get better check when you get an account and I'm not willing to do it. So she has 17.56% fake followers, if we get rough number from here (602,900) the amount of fake followers is 105 869,24 fake followers, if we get her accurate current number (651,119) and the same percentage we have 114 336 fake ones. That is around 1/5th or 1/6th.

Just to make it fair I'll give some other examples as fake followers are very common.

rough number (18 200 000) we have 2 591 680 fake ones current number (18 257 491) we have 2 599 867 fake ones (approx 1/7th)

rough number (8 700 000) we have 2 099 310 fake ones current number (8 738 311) we have 2 108 554 fake ones (approx 1/4th)

I'm running out of ideas whom to check. You don't have to post it I just wanted to show you in a consistent way.

Wow! Thank you for this diligent investigative work!

So, does that seem like a lot of fake followers for a relatively small account?

#ask

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I am on your tumblr a lot to know that you had previously suggested Kate wear the pink Alexander McQueen suit and trousers ( 867). On deeper search, it seems to be a different suit. But still it’s a suit and pink. I think I’ll give you the win here😁. seems Kate is taking inspiration from your tumblr page. Can we please drop some truly fashion forward stuff we hope she would wear, although it’s not her usual style. She seems to have turned a page, fashion wise.

Wow! Anon, I'm amazed that anyone would care about this blog enough to remember that. I'm flattered. Thank you.

The suit she wore and the suit I posted are definitely different. I think the one she wore is probably more similar to the white one I posted, but you're right it is still a pink McQueen suit.

As far as fashion forward, I do wish she'd go there once in awhile, but I just don't see it happening. I think Kate's idea of fashion forward is probably the yellow Alessandra Rich dress she wore at the end of the Caribbean tour. It was definitely out there, but in the worst possible way. While I do think you're right that she's turned a style page, generally, I think she's still very conscious of how things will look in pictures 20 years or 50 years from now. It's a lesson I think she probably learned from Diana actually (what not to do). For that reason, I think she'll rarely wear things that are trendy unless they still manage to be classic. However, I may start posting a few from time to time if I see something that I think might be in the realm of possibility.

#ask #answer #anon #kate's fashion #fashion conversations #my fashion opinions #june 2022 #early years #alexander mcqueen

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nimata-beroya · 2 years

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Here is an app-friendly version of the masterlist for all my projects on the back burner. I'm actively working on some, while others will take more time.

My ask box is always open for anyone wanting to know the juicy details. Don't be shy and send me a question, anonymously or not 😉

[Updated Jan 2023]

[IDs in Alt text]

(My Original Clone squad) ~~ Playlist

Gundark Squad Info page

Individual Character Playlists

Onix

Dropper

Clawbird

Ares

Nock

INSURRECTION Series

The One To Survive (4.5k words so far) || Playlist || Sneak peeks

teen | tw canon-typical violence | 2 chapters of ? | whump, angst, referenced torture/human experimentation, PTSD, canon compatible

A new Separatist threat rises on the horizon, and the elite Gundark Squad is called to handle it. Their incursion into a suspicious facility comes with an unexpected discovery.

Casualty (0 words so far) || Playlist

teen | tw canon-typical violence | ~ 5 chapters | whump, angst, referenced torture/human experimentation, brainwashing, PTSD, canon compatible, Dogma returns

The Gundark Squad hasn't had much luck in their mission of searching and destroying more Separatist clandestine labs until now. They hit jackpot when they locate a facility hidden in the ancient ruins on Heffrin. Inside, they find another survivor, a brother of the 501st battalion that was thought to be lost forever. [Hint: It's not Echo]

The Edge Of Revolution (0 words so far) || Playlist

teen | tw canon-typical violence | ~ 20 chapters | whump, angst, season 6 canon divergence, Order 66 doesn't happen, Fives lives, Palps gets what he deserves

[Working summary] Gundark Squad gets involved in the inhibitor chips’ conspiracy, where they will try to help Fives to solve it.

Blue Phoenix [working title] (0 words so far) || Playlist

teen | tw canon-typical violence | ~ 5 chapters | whump, angst, referenced torture/human experimentation, PTSD, canon divergence, rescuing Echo

The mandatory fic of Fives rescuing Echo from Skako Minor after the war ends.

Warrior's Fortune ( 0 words so far) || playlist

Teen | TW canon-typical violence | ? chapters | post-finale, Ezra returns with Thrawn in tow, joining efforts against the Grysks, Kallus is not happy about it

Based on @flavasbog's idea in this post, of Thrawn recruiting the Ghost's Crew to fight against the Grysks where not Ezra or Hera but Zeb is the one who convinces everyone to accept.

The Betrothal (2348 words so far) || Playlist

Teen | TW Canon-typical violence | ~ 10 chapters | Arranged marriage, No Order 66, slavery, Zeb is still Honor Guard, Kallus was discharged from the Republic Army

The idea came to me as What would happen in a galaxy where Order 66 never happened and both Zeb's and Kallus' fathers were Senators and want to do an alliance through the marriage of their sons? [I'm inclined to set this story in the 'Insurrection' 'verse, just many years after the main 4 stories are told]

Succession (0 words so far) || playlist

Teen or Mature | TW Canon-typical violence | ? chapters | angst with a happy ending, AU, Royalty AU, King Zeb

Zeb was of the Lasan Royal Family, so far removed in the line of succession that he was sure he'd never sit on the throne, but then, the Empire came, Lasan fell, and now he's king. He hasn't told that to anyone in 15 years, though.

I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant (89 words so far)

Teen | No warnings | 1 or 2 chapters | MPreg, Fluff, Unplanned pregnancy, Established relationship

As the title suggests, it's based on a tv show of the same name. In this case, Zeb gets pregnant (neither he nor Kallus suspects a thing) and goes into labor just after the Battle of Endor.

A Reason to Fight (242 words so far)

Teen | TW canon-typical violence | one-shot | Whump, angst,comfort,found family, established relationship

Kallus is a pressure cooker ready to explode after a mission goes wrong where Zeb gets badly injured, so the Ghost crew needs to do something before the casualties double up.

More to come

The Sharpshooter's Prize (867 words so far)

Explicit [MINORS DNI] | TW Sexual content | One-shot | BDSM, Kink, Smut, Femdom, strap-on, losing a bet, anal play, Crosshair being a bratty shit 😏

You win a bet against Crosshair, so it's time to collect the prize. [It was once intended to be part of my SW X-tober Stravaganza 2k21 but I never finish it. Oops!]

On The Edge (0 words so far)

Explicit [MINORS DNI] | TW Sexual content | One-shot | Smut, kink, knife play

Hunter shows you his many talents with a vibroknife apart from killing, although he might take you to death regardless. Death by ecstasy doesn't sound bad to you. [It was once intended to be part of my SW X-tober Stravaganza 2k21 but I never wrote it. Oops!]

More to Come

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