#and then all the energy would be released into that

[rex-rambles]

➤ UNWRITTEN | DANIEL RICCIARDO

pairing: daniel ricciardo x partner!reader

summary: you and daniel have an unwritten rule: when either of you has a bad day, you play a certain song to brighten the mood. 

or: 2 times daniel forces you to sing to 'unwritten' by natasha bedingfield, and the one time you force him to.

wc: 3.4 k

warnings: none!

➤ MASTERLIST

1. 

It starts with Daniel, a red-eye flight, and your lost luggage. You honestly don't remember what Grand Prix you were coming back from, or how long you'd been awake, but it was about 4 AM at the Sydney airport as you waited for your suitcase to come. It was eaten by the airplane, spat out over New Zealand maybe, but it wasn't at the carousel, and the longer you waited, the more delirious you felt. 

"Come on," Daniel teases as you try not to glare daggers his way. "It's one suitcase. They'll find it, return it, it's no big deal." 

"Unless they lose it forever! My favourite shoes were in there. All of your merch was in there, too." The hats, the jackets, everything you tried to cycle through the race weekend to support him. 

"I can buy you more." The radio changes from some crackling speaker above, and Daniel starts to hum along to the song as you drop your head into your hands. The attendant had told you to wait here until they got word of where it was, apparently able to trace it through some system, but it felt like you were dying. 

You were tired, you were hungry, everything hurt, the lights were too bright, and Daniel too much energy for such an early hour. Despite all those complaints, however, Daniel didn't seem too bothered. In fact, as you spare a glance up, you watch him begin to dance along to the song, the sight of which forcing you to smile, even if you really, truly, do not feel like smiling. 

"I got you." Daniel says, spinning around in a circle. "Can't be sad when I'm dancing, right?" 

"You're ridiculous." The few other people left in the airport begin to stare, but Daniel had never really cared about the eyes on him - he thrived on attention, and tonight, or you suppose this morning, was no different. 

"Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find!" He sings, shimmying forward to grab your hands, pulling you to stand, and you flush as he tries to spin you around. 

His kind of happiness was infectious, but it didn't stop you from being self-conscious. "Danny, come on." 

"Release your inhibitions," The song times perfectly, Daniel singing along with it, "Feel the rain on your skin!" 

Reluctantly, you let him spin you, and he takes your hands as he pushes you back and then pulls you in, making up dance moves as he goes. He beams down at you at you finally begin to laugh, and for a moment, the lost luggage, the late night, it all disappears, because he's here holding you, dancing like no one's watching, and it's one of the many little things that made you fall for him in the first place.

Only Daniel would turn a miserable morning into a dance in the middle of an airport. "Come on, sing along!" 

"You are ridiculous!" Daniel waits, hands planted on your waist to keep you still until you listen to him. "Dancing is ridiculous enough right now." 

"Live your life with arms wide open," Daniel continues, gently squeezing your waist to try and get a reaction out of you. "Today is where your books being, the rest-" 

"Is still unwritten." You finally sing along, and Daniel dips you, happily pressing a kiss to your lips before righting you again. He cackles happily, keeping his arms wrapped around you as he then manages to sweep you off your feet, spinning you around. 

"There you go!" He finally sets you down, and you slump back into your seat with a huff. "The rest is still unwritten, so don't worry about your luggage. Live for the moment, feel the rain on your skin." 

You extend a hand to him, and he takes it, a mistaken place to put his trust. You pull him down, and he collides roughly with the bench beside you, though he doesn't stop laughing. "That's what you get for being a menace at this hour of the morning." 

"Eh, you love it." He says, and you can't argue with that, so you press a kiss to his cheek. "You can't be mad with Unwritten playing, it's just a fact." 

"Really?" Daniel nods happily, still humming along to the song, and you just shake your head. "Next time you have a bad race, I'm playing it." 

2. 

You had waited for this vacation with Daniel for forever. It was a sunny beach, far away from the world of Formula One and prying eyes, from your own work and concerns. You intended to spend the week in the sand, or at the tropical bar, and the day you arrive, it rains like nothing you've ever seen before. 

Stuck in your bungalow, you stare wistfully out the window as the second day passes, the rain letting up, but still drizzling down. It wasn't calming, wasn't relaxing, it was you, trapped in a room with Daniel. For a much lower cost, you could've done the exact thing at home, and the weather in Australia was probably that much better.

You try not to sulk as you return to your book in your lap, but with a long sigh, it seems even your moping has got the worst of Daniel, a hard task for someone who radiated sunshine wherever they went. "That's enough." He says as he stands, coming over to you. You expect him to complain or propose something for you to do, but instead, he bends down to pick you up bridal-style, and you gasp as your book topples from your hands and down onto the couch. 

"Daniel!" He marches you both over to the door of the bungalow, and out onto the beach, and you smack at his shoulder as the rain immediately begins to soak the both of you. 

"I refuse to let rain make you grumpy." He sets you down and pulls out his phone, tucking it onto the front step of the bungalow so as to not get too wet, and he cranks the volume. "So, I think it's time you felt some rain on your skin." 

"I swear-" And, sure enough, Unwritten begins to play. You stare at him in awe as he begins to dance again, throwing his arms out to spin in the rain like it wasn't the most absurd thing you've ever seen, and you decide not to wait to join in this time. You grab one of his hands and spin him yourself as he laughs heartily, that big, infectious grin spreading across his face as you move him about. 

You take the lead, pulling him in as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he easily wraps his around your waist, swaying to the song as he begins to sing. "No one else, no one else, can speak the words on your lips." He pulls you in for a kiss, and you let him, despite the rain that's getting you soaked to the bone. 

"You know, I think the airport might have been better than this." You say against his lips, and he pouts, pulling back to shake his head, spraying you with water as he does so. 

"I am on a tropical beach, in the pouring rain, with the love of my life." The admission does something strange to your heart, staring up at Daniel as the world slows, even if the rain doesn't. "Doesn't get much better than this." 

Perhaps, in a more serious moment, you'd kiss him senseless or return the sentiment, but for now, you choose to bury your face in the side of his neck as you grin. "You are such a sap." 

"Hey, I am staring at the blank page before me, opening up the dirty window, and letting the sun illuminate the words I cannot find." He parodies from the lyrics. "And I think you need to release your inhibitions and feel the rain on your skin." 

"Oh, I am feeling the rain on my skin." You pull him in for another kiss, dance moves forgotten as he presses against you, hot and heavy despite the chill that comes with the rain. Your hands glide into his hair as his head dips, gently kissing along your jaw and then down your neck. 

"No one else can feel this for you." 

"Oh, no one else better be feeling you like this." You taunt, and Daniel nips your neck teasingly as you gasp, before he finally pulls away. 

"You don't have to worry about that," He says, "I don't think anyone else would put up with things like this. I'm so lucky that you don't care." 

"I do care! I just happen to love you enough that it's going to take more than some rain and that stupid song to really get me going." Daniel seemed to know how to push all your buttons, without pushing you over the edge, the right kind of annoying and adorable that made him hard to resist, even when he was hard to be around. "Which, speaking of, my clothes and hair are ruined from this." 

"Oh yeah?" 

"Mhm. Going to need to shower and change to fix it." You say, walking back up the steps to the bungalow and lounging in the doorway. "But I'm sure you're too busy singing to help me out with that." 

"Oh hell no." He grabs his phone from the step and bounds up the stairs, happily helping you into the bungalow as he wraps his arms around your waist. "I've got some unwritten things I wouldn't mind doing with you." 

"That's what I thought." 

3. 

Things were not going well for Daniel, that much was obvious. Apparently, his seat was up for negotiations, he hadn't been on the podium in weeks, and something was wrong with the car that no one else seemed to notice. You took his word on everything, trying to support him the best you could, but some days it felt like bad luck, like a curse hanging over him. 

What was once all smiles was almost tears. What was once happy celebrations, champagne, and parties was now desperation, late nights spent working out, checking in with mechanics, doing everything he could to get it right. 

And standing in the paddock, watching him almost spin out on the monitor, you knew today wasn't any better. It was a hard thing to fathom, seeing Daniel struggle over what he loved, but there was nothing you could do from here. You couldn't magically make his car any better, couldn't give him a hug and hold him tight, like how he did on your bad days. 

You couldn't force him to dance or sing. And then, sparing a glance over to the radio, the thought strikes you that maybe, just maybe, you could make him sing. 

You could release his inhibitions, you think with a growing smile, make him feel the rain on his skin. Payback, for the airport, and the rain, but that wasn't really payback. You were giving Daniel what he'd always given you, and that was something to smile about. You're quick to move over to the radio, his race engineering offering a strange look. "Do you have anything important to tell Daniel?" You ask, and the man shakes his head. "Can I speak to him, then?" 

"I don't know if that's a good idea." He says, and one of the mechanics glances over, offering a sympathetic look. 

"It might be his last race," The mechanic says, the words ringing in your ears. "It could be a nice send-off." 

This will not be Daniel's last race, you determine as you put the headset on and adjust the mic. This is just the beginning, the ending unplanned. "Danny?" Your voice crackles over the radio, and you wait patiently for him to respond. 

"What the-" There's a brief moment of static over the headset. "Sweetheart, what are you doing on the radio?" Daniel asks, and you realize this might be recorded, broadcast out to others, but you don't care, not when the cameras turn to you, not when Daniel needs you. 

"I think you need to feel the rain on your skin." You begin with, much to the confusion of everyone, considering the clear skies, but Daniel is laughing on the other end, and you can hear the smile on his face. 

"You're an idiot! You can't be serious." He says, and you watch on the monitor as he nears another driver. 

"Oh, I'm so serious. Staring at the blank page before you-" You try not to be embarrassed, singing the opening line, but Daniel is happily finishing it for you. 

"Open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find!" His singing is not quite right, considering the power he's exerting, but it's working. He just barely manages to get a pass on the driver as you cheer, jumping up and down with your hands clasped over the headset to keep it on your head. "Reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste it, release your inhibitions! What, you're not going to sing it with me any more?" 

You can't answer as you hold your breath, watching another car ahead of him spin out onto the grass. He has a chance at this, you think. A couple more positions, and he's in third. "You've got this, Danny." 

"You don't know," He grunts out, taking another corner wide. "The rest is still unwritten." 

You take off the headset and hand it back to the engineer, who stares at you as if you've grown two heads. "Long story," You try to explain, and they just offer a grin before returning to their post. You're not sure if you can look at the screen, watching him this close to his first podium in a long time, but by the time you drag your eyes back to the big screen, another car has made a pit stop, and he's ahead. 

"What was all that?" The mechanic asks, the group turning to look at you. "That his new thing now, like Carlos and Smooth Operator?" 

"Maybe?" It was your thing. It was a way to make each other smile, even when you didn't feel like it, even in the strangest of situations. "I just-" A cheer erupts from behind you, and you watch in awe as Daniel, with seconds to spare, pushes past a driver and into third place, and all hell breaks loose in the paddock. 

You're sprinting towards the parc fermé, cackling with laughter as you go, because you're never going to let him forget this. His silly little thing to cheer you up brought him to third place. He might be the driver, but Unwritten? Unwritten is what must have pushed him over. Daniel stands on top of his car when you reach the barrier, helmet off and propped on one hip as he happily raises a fist in the air. 

You don't have much time to cheer for him, however, before he spots you and is immediately rushing across the track to you, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he's kissing you, and it's sweaty and gross but it's Daniel, in third place, and you'd can't quite argue with that. "You," He says against your lips, barely heard over the crowd around you, "Are an idiot." 

"I told you I'd use that song on you when you're having a bad race." You try and smooth out his hair, but the curls have decided to point in every which direction. "Thought you could use a little pick-me-up, and it worked." 

"The song isn't what made me place third," He says, and you roll your eyes. 

"I know, it's your strength and determination as a driver-" 

"It's you." You blink at him, and he laughs softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I think I need to hire you as my engineer, get to listen to you sing to me every race." 

It's you. 

It's a simple admission, really, but it makes you blush nonetheless, trying to think of anything to say after that. Someone calls his name and Daniel turns, staring at the cameras and reporters waiting to talk to him after such a comeback, and you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. "I think you might actually lose if you do that," You tease softly, "But I'll be here whenever you need me." 

"Or whenever I need to feel the rain on my skin." He says with a dramatic wink before walking off, and all you can think is how much you love him as he begins to dance as he walks off, fully returning to belt out the lyrics as everyone looks on in confusion. 

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+1

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The DJ calls over the crowd, clearing the dancefloor. "It's time for the first dance, so if I could have the lovely couple make their way to the dancefloor?" 

"I hope you know how much trust I've put in you for this," You say softly as Daniel leads you to the floor, or you suppose patch of grass designated as the dancefloor. Daniel, for all the wedding planning, had very few requests, one of which being he got to pick the first dance song. Knowing Daniel, it wasn't a hard thing to give over, considering his good music taste for the most part, but it was still worrying, especially with how he hadn't stopped smiling at you. 

You suppose it's normal for a groom to smile at his partner on their wedding day, but something felt off. "And trust me, it's worth it." 

"This song is one that Daniel has loved for some time now, which I think is pretty obvious from his radios!" Those on his team laugh, and it dawns on you slowly what the song might be. "But did you know it's actually a song these two sing together, quite often?" 

"Daniel Joseph Ricciardo." You state bluntly as Unwritten starts up over the speaker, and rather than goofily spinning you around, he plants his hands on your hips as your arms wrap around his neck. "Are you serious?" 

"What, do you not like it?" Then, slightly quieter so only you hear, "Do you actually not like it? I can change it, I just thought-" 

You lean up to press a quick kiss to his lips, cutting him off before pulling back. The crowd hoots in response. "You're ridiculous," You say softly, swaying along to the beat with a growing smile. "But it's perfect." 

"Thank god," He breathes out, extending an arm to spin you around, "Thought I fucked up there for a second." 

"Reaching for something in the distance," The crowd sings in unison, a cacophony of what you can only describe as love as you find yourself back in Daniel's arms "So close you can almost taste it!" 

"This is what you've been hiding from me?" You tease, allowing yourself to not sing along for once to rather focus on his moment. 

"It's our song," Daniel states softly, "Or at least it's the song that always makes me think of you." 

It really does. Every time you hear it, all you can picture is Daniel, making a fool of himself for you. "And lost airport luggage, and rain on vacations-" 

"It makes me happy, like you make me happy." Daniel answers quietly, far more serious than you expected for this song, and his words slowly settle in your heart. "I hope you know, when you were singing that over the radio, I was so close to crying that I just had to laugh and sing along." 

"Daniel," You breathe out softly, "You never told me that." 

He tries to shrug it off, but you don't let him as you hold his stare, and he leans forward to press his forehead to yours. "Well, we're married now. Might as well start telling our secrets eventually." 

You let yourself get lost in the music for a moment, radiating all you can think of as pure joy as you hold Daniel, your stupid, wonderful, perfect husband. It's a strange thing to think, that he's yours now, but he was yours since that airport, since long before that. You were always meant to be here, dancing to some cheesy song with Daniel in your arms. 

"Live your life with arms wide open," The crowd continues, as Daniel dips you.

"Today is where our book begins," He tries to say it seriously and fails, giggling to himself before he kisses you, and you know the words he's going to say before he even pulls back. "The rest is still unwritten." 

a/n: i never watched f1 during daniel's time, and i feel like i really missed out

[fiamat12]

Just a thought! Maybe A and Lauren have become friends with all this PR thingy betweenL and A. so even if their stories are in the same places, recent or not, or what else - Luke doesn't even have to be involved anymore

You might have just perfectly played into what they'd like you to believe, Anon lol. But I don't think for one minute that Lauren can stand A any more than L can. The family & friends seemed to have chipped in for A's image rehab for Round 2 and tbh, I think Lukola has exhausted them all. Sohoes out! Gays out! They all seem to be living their own lives this summer. Lol.

Glad sis is still doing the thing, of which we won't understand until later (if ever) but after those Djo break up coded stories from A, I think *as of now*, it's either:

1- to save face/ make it seem like L's family still likes her (L was the problem not her)

2 - to release all A has done publicity wise during the Rounds so she can't say they held anything back (there was obviously a Cyprus trip at one point)

3- last leg of passive publicity/ doubling as a decoy for Lukola travel (not sure how they expect us to believe L's sis would out his location or that L would be in such a touristy spot in June but ok! Lol)

We know the Lukola FBI ends up figuring it all out anyway so maybe we should preserve our energy, take a nice long metaphorical nap and wake up when this Midsummer Night's Nightmare Dream is over 😉

[allmondbuttergirl]

pick a pile - Advice from BTS: Hyung Line

༘⋆ Before you begin, take a moment to center yourself and reflect on your current journey. Trust that the universe has a plan for you, and the messages you receive today are here to help guide you towards your next steps. Pick an image whose energy you're drawn to the most. ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ──────

✧ Pile One — Jin

This is so Jin-coded. Like that older brother energy who says something hilarious one minute and then hits you with the most grounding, protective life advice the next — with a side of “don’t be dumb, you deserve better.”

🧿 What the Cards Say: Two of Wands · Ace of Pentacles · Queen of Swords

He is asking you to stop waiting for permission. You’re standing at a threshold, holding a dream in one hand and hesitation in the other. He says, "“Choose yourself. Begin something that will last.” You’re being guided to plant a new seed — a project, belief, or way of living — rooted in clarity and purpose. But do it from a place of wisdom, not emotional reactivity. There’s something regal in how Jin’s energy shows up here — calm, clever, discerning. Vision is nothing without grounding. And you don’t need everyone to agree with your path — only to walk it with your whole heart.

✨ Jin's Advice: “You have more potential than you’re letting yourself believe. Take the leap — you’re ready. Build something real. Stay smart, stay grounded, and don’t forget to protect your energy along the way.”

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✧ Pile Two — J-Hope

…this is SO Hobi, but like his deeper, more introspective self — the side people sometimes overlook beneath the sunshine.

🧿 What the Cards Say: Four of Swords · The Hermit · The Magician

J-Hope shows up not as the eternal sunshine — but as your guide into sacred stillness. He asks, “Have you paused long enough to hear your own voice again?” There’s healing here — the kind that happens when you step away from noise, from hustle, from the need to be “on.” In the quiet, you rediscover your tools. Your soul is the magician — resting, reflecting, then rising. The lesson: Silence isn’t absence — it’s preparation. You don’t have to force the next chapter. Rest, and your power will return to you tenfold.

✨ J-Hope's Advice: "Take the break. It’s okay to go quiet. That silence is sacred — it's where you'll remember who you are. And when you're ready, use all that you've learned to create something only you can. You're more powerful than you think."

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✧ Pile Three — SUGA

🧿 What the Cards Say: Eight of Wands · Queen of Cups · The Magician

It’s classic Yoongi. He’d never force you to rush healing, but he would encourage you to stop over-perfecting and just let your soul speak.

Yoongi’s energy rushes in like lightning through water. He whispers, "Move.Create.Feel Everything." Something is ready to come out of you — a truth, a creation, an emotional release. But you’ve been doubting your timing. SUGA says the timing is now. Your emotions don’t make you fragile — they make your art real. He says, "Use it." Your softness is not your weakness. Let your emotions lead you to something bold, fast, and true. The storm inside you is the spell.

✨ Suga's Advice: "Move fast when the spark hits. Don’t waste time doubting. Let your emotions be your fuel — not your chains. You’re not missing anything. You already have it all. Make something with it."

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✧ Pile Four — RM

This is the Namjoon spread — like a handwritten poem he’d leave pressed between pages of a book.

🧿 What the Cards Say: Seven of Pentacles · The Tower · Six of Wands

Namjoon meets you at the intersection of patience and collapse. He says, "Don’t fear what’s falling apart — it’s clearing the way for who you’re becoming.” You’ve waited. You’ve tended your garden. But sometimes the walls still fall. The Tower here is sacred disruption — and he’s reminding you: this is not failure, it’s freedom. And when you rise — you’ll rise seen. You’re not behind. You’re transforming. Be brave enough to stand in the fire — because what comes after will be your liberation, your recognition, and your quiet triumph.

✨ Namjoon's Advice: "Be patient with your becoming. Don’t fear the fall — it’s carving the space for your truth. You will rise, and when you do, you’ll shine not because you were unshaken, but because you kept choosing to rebuild."

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[savanir]

Technicians are scrambling at the Watchtower central arrival hub and the few that manage a second to notice him gratefully mutter, "oh good, Cyborg is here."

"I'm temporarily disconnecting all league personnel from accessing the zeta tubes, in case of an emergency patch then through to be and I'll figure out a workaround. But right now while this is going on we can't afford anyone using them."

A chorus of "Yes sir" rings out and Victor moves on to focus on what exactly is going on, he’d instantly been aware something was going wrong seeing as he’s constantly connected to the watchtower’s computer system but this is a whole new unexpected mess.

He quickly notices the huge surge of energy that's somehow gotten into their zeta system, clearly looking for an exit and moving with a speed that only someone like Cyborg, or perhaps a speedster, could hope to keep up with. But now that all other points of release have been cut off the only place left to go is this central hub.

"Evacuate the room! And have medical on standby!"

The last time there was an incident with the zeta's people ended up fused together, missing limbs, some bodies suddenly enlarged or reduced in size, a couple got flung to the other side of the universe. 

It had been an absolute nightmare… It would be best to reduce the amount of potential casualties as much as possible. 

People quickly make themselves scarce and it's now that Victor notices that J'onn has joined him.

"I'm redirecting the anomaly to the reinforced zeta chamber." Hopefully it won't explode under the strain.

"Could it be an attack?"

"Well, let's hope not." he says with a wry twist to his lips. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Brace for anything as usual.

There is a shrill whine that gradually builds up as the chosen zeta chamber starts to glow with an odd green energy worrying the two heroes further. That’s new… Cyborg can’t help but glance over at Martian Manhunter who has started to hover somewhat.

Next thing they know the buildup snaps and gradually materialises what looks to be a young teen with hair so white it seems to glow. Or maybe that’s the electricity, it’s hard to tell, and the heroes are more preoccupied with the sudden screaming anyway.

J’onn is moving to do whatever he can to help the boy who is starting to collapse on the ground, while Victor cuts all power to the hub, putting an end to the light show happening in front of them.

Victor quickly shouts for the medical team to get in there right away, and he runs over, does a quick general assessment and backs up J’onn trying to revive the teen who really does seem to actually have incredibly white hair.

The emergency response team quickly gets in there and takes over.

The situation is… bad, the kid isn’t responding to anything, they can’t find a pulse and he’s stopped breathing.  

An AED gets attached to the teen and the medical professionals work hard at trying to revive him.

“c’mon… c’mon kid!”

It’s in moments like these where Victor feels so helpless, this whole thing is starting to look like some kind of massive freak accident. And while the right people are all present, this kid may very well die right in front of him and there is absolutely nothing he can do about it. 

Thankfully soon after that the boy gasps and flinches back, quickly followed by his hands tangling themselves in the AED wiring and grasping tight. The machine is showing no signs of automatically shutting down however, confusing the person holding it. 

"Relax kid, you're safe, we've got you."

there is a soft mutter in the back that goes, “something with this thing is wrong..." and "we’ll check it later” and the AED gets manually shut down. After all, any more shocks to the heart will only do more harm than good now that the boy is conscious again.

And Victor lets out a slow breath of relief. With the boy up and moving they can transport him to the medical bay for further care and observation and hopefully figure out how and why this happened. 

Or so he thinks until he notices the frown on J'onn's face. 

And when he says, "The teen still has no pulse" a pit of ice forms in Victor's gut.

DC x DP prompt

Random thoughts.

Portal ignition isn't powerful enough to push through to the ghost zone, but ectopic being semi sentient still has the intention of connecting with an exit.

That exit ends up being the Justice League Zeta Tube network.

Where a freshly half dead Danny, in ghost form, gets plopped right in front of a horrified hero. Like... maybe you could include the detail of the freshly fried corpse being brought through.

Idk what to do with this...

[steviewashere]

Routine Hang Out

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Referenced Drinking Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, Hurt With Minor Comfort, Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Internalized Homophobia, Drunk Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Takes Care of Eddie Munson, Emotionally Hurt Steve Harrington, Emotionally Hurt Eddie Munson, Plot Twist, Ambiguous Ending What if we gave Eddie Munson internalized homophobia as a little treat?

💔—————💔 Steve’s two beers deep on the Munson couch. And Eddie’s next to him even more wasted; three beers, a couple shots of vodka, and the last quarter of a joint from a different time they hung out all swimming in his system. They’re watching some…some movie, it’s unclear which one it is in the slow to glaze vision he’s sporting. All he knows is this: the couch is sinking slowly under both their heavy bodies, Wayne should probably get somebody to fix the leak in the trailer’s bathroom, and Eddie’s extremely clingy when inebriated. Not that that’s a bad thing, per se, just…unexpected.

Maybe he should’ve expected Eddie to be flopping all over the place. Considering how easy it was for the guy to lean into his space in the Upside Down, quirk his dimpled grin, flash his crazy eyes, and laugh around raspy, tired breaths. Shockingly, it was easy to let him. To have Eddie in his space. To joke and poke and tease. If anything, Steve’s only continued to bring that energy to their hang-outs; though, now that they’re around each other more, he’s come to notice that Eddie doesn’t casually enter Steve’s space or joke or tease or…whatever else he fancies doing. No, Eddie would rather sit as far as possible, and snark rather than smirk.

With the alcohol, Eddie’s come right back to square one.

Currently, there’s a hand on Steve’s right cheek. Thumb working into his skin. Tracing it down the edge of his face.

Slurred, “You’ve got such a nice face,” Eddie comments.

He snorts. “Eds, you’ve already said that, like, four times.”

“It’s true!” And that’s another thing about Eddie—when he’s wasted, he gets a little too loud. Not enough to really cause a scene, but just enough to make the wall vibrate. “God, I could look at you all day.”

“Feels like you have been.” Steve gently circles his fingers around Eddie’s wrist. Sweeps his thumb in the little dip where a pulse point sits. “How about we get some food and water in your system? Maybe go to bed?”

Eddie sighs, pulling forward into Steve’s shoulder. His forehead rests. And then he groans, pushing himself back up. All the while, keeping a heavy, steady hand on Steve’s cheek. “No,” he whines. “I wanna keep looking at you…like…like so bad.” His other hand comes up, sweeping back some of Steve’s stubborn hair. Holding his bangs in place. Eddie smiles, small and adoring. “Did you know…”—hic—“…know that you are so pretty?”

Something churns in Steve’s stomach.

Sour and alive and sickly.

“Ed,” he sighs. “C’mon, man, don’t…don’t say stuff like that.” Not that he particularly wants it to stop. Just…

If he keeps hearing just how pretty he is, it’s going to get his hopes up.

It was a hard thing to conclude. How much he’s really invested and infatuated and at the ready for Eddie. All the things he’d do for him. Waive a late fee at Family Video, take him out for food, odd jobs around the trailer, be at his side during physical therapy or recovery, take a trip around the moon to gather the rocks Eddie can’t pocket, and stop the world for them to remain frozen in time—right next to each other, stitched at the sides.

He loves Eddie.

But he can’t say that right now.

“Let’s just get you to bed, Eddie,” Steve says, more pressure under the words. “Then you’ll be right back to normal in the morning. I’ll make us eggs for breakfast, you can brew some coffee, and we’ll ride on over to the video store to return the movie and VCR—alright?”

Eddie releases Steve’s bangs from the top of his head. Clumsily, he points out his right index finger, and boops the tip of Steve’s nose. Squishing it with pure determination. “I want you to stay right here,” he husks. It’s almost flirtatious. Low enough, but melancholic instead of sultry. “Don’t…don’t want this to be over yet.”

Steve frowns in confusion. “I’m not going anywhere, man. I’ll be right where I always am when I stay the night, yeah? On the couch, waiting for you to wake up in the morning.” He licks his lips, stutters his breath when Eddie follows the motion. “You’re just very drunk right now and feeling a little bad, okay? Get on up with me and we can make you feel better.”

It takes some more resistance, but Eddie finally concedes, standing heavily against Steve’s side once off the couch. One slow step at a time, they get to the back bedroom. Where, gently, he plops Eddie down onto the bed.

He takes the extra time to help Eddie lay on his side. Tuck the blanket around him. Set out a mop bucket just in case. Water on the nightstand, next to the lamp he leaves on—just as he does every night they hang out; it’s the same routine.

When he smooths his hands over the top of the blanket again, Steve slows extremely in his tracks.

Eddie’s looking at him. Wide eyed and glossy. Breathing gently. Tracking. One of his hands comes up out of the blanket, latching itself to Steve’s left forearm.

He steadies himself with a deep breath. Then, “You need something, Eds?” Steve murmurs.

The thumb on his arm sweeps.

“Can you sit with me?”

Steve, without a second thought, sits down on the edge of the bed, facing Eddie. Cautiously, he reaches up and places a hand in Eddie’s hair. Combing through it gently. “Everything alright?”

Eddie shrugs tightly. “I think so.”

“You having nightmares again? I can stay in the room tonight if you need me to.”

“No,” Eddie whispers. “I just…just feel—different.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. Because what does that mean? Of course Eddie’s different he’s…Eddie! The whole wild card character, his big eyes, every little thing he takes apart and nitpicks. How he interacts with others. How he usually accepts others. Nobody else in Hawkins lives like Eddie does—courageously, somehow even free.

“Steve?”

He hums in question.

“I think there’s something wrong with me.”

“Do you think you’re sick? I could find a thermometer around here, check your temperature? I could maybe grab some Pepto”—

Eddie groans. Long and garbled and rough. “Being around you feels…feels…impossible sometimes,” he confesses, still slurring—heavy and distraught. “One moment, you’re my friend. And the next…”

Confused once more, Steve can only furrow his eyebrows. “What are you saying”—

“I wish that you were a girl,” Eddie harshly sobs out. There are fast falling tears smearing down his cheeks. Steve didn’t even notice they were there to begin with. But they won’t stop. And Eddie’s face goes blotchy in distress. “I wish…I wish you were a girl and I could…then I could—It’s not supposed to be like this. I’m not supposed to be”—

“Ed,” Steve interrupts softly, “I think you should close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“But I”—

He shakes his head. Hates the way something dark shutters in Eddie’s gaze. “We can’t…I can’t talk about this right now, Eds. It’s not the right time.”

Eddie sniffles. Pouts. “What the fuck do you know about right time and”—

Voice croaking, “Maybe I have feelings, too,” Steve miserably admits. His throat hot and pinched with oncoming tears. “And I know they’re right for me, but I can’t walk you through this. I can’t…I can’t help you this time, Eds. I can’t tell you who you are.” Reluctantly, even though Eddie tries to grab back for him, Steve removes his hand from where it’s petting. “But if you were a certain way, Eds, it wouldn’t be wrong. It’s not wrong. I know it’s not wrong.” He folds his hands in his lap, fidgeting loosely with his fingers. And casts his stare just off of Eddie’s face. Quietly, “When you’re sober and you’ve spared some thought to it, then come find me. For now, I just want to be a friend. I want to support you. But you’re also breaking my heart.”

“I am?” Eddie chokes out. “‘M sorry, Stevie…’m so sorry.”

Even though it’s going to hurt more, Steve ends up reaching out again. Touching Eddie’s heated face. Caressing him, swiping away the tears, holding onto him. “Hey,” he coos, “hey, it’s okay.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose with his spare hand, and lets out a quick, shuttering breath. Shakes his head, sucks on his teeth, sighs. “I’m gonna be okay, I promise. It’s just that I…I…”—be brave, he tells himself, you just gotta be brave—“…I love you so much, Eddie. It hurts right now, hearing you say stuff like that. But I know you’re just…you’re figuring stuff out for yourself. And that takes time. And I’m gonna be right here with you…for you.”

“But what if I never figure it out, Stevie? I’m…I’m broken. I…I can’t feel this way. Not a-about you.”

Steve quirks a small, sad smile. “You’re not broken,” he murmurs, “you’re different, like you said. And that’s completely okay. It’s also okay if you don’t figure anything out. I love just being your friend.” He pats his thumb along Eddie’s under-eye. Lets him tilt into the hold. “I love you, no matter what,” Steve whispers, “even if all we are to each other is just friends. I’m still gonna love you.”

Against the fresh, broken, wet sobs from Eddie’s mouth, Steve closes his eyes, turns his head down, and tries to put himself anywhere else.

In another version of himself, Steve would’ve left fifteen minutes ago. He would’ve chugged down a couple glasses of water, grabbed his keys from the coffee table, and left Eddie to sober up on his own. The front door would’ve hit his backside. Stairs creaking as he stepped upon them, drifting farther and farther away from the blood to his beating heart. Drove himself—home, he doesn’t know, aimlessly almost sounds better. And maybe he’d go and drown himself in more booze—something stronger and darker and more bitter—and choked on his bile swirled saliva, sprayed puke from his nostrils the following morning, forgotten all about the fiasco that was this night before.

But he’s not that guy.

And he’s always loved too hard.

His heart still beats even when his chest hurts. And his soul still sings even when his throat closes up. He still touches and he still feels and he still loves. That’s his problem—oh, how he loves Eddie.

The safety and warmth that comes with somebody who just gets it. With somebody in similar age, in large personality and quirks. Somebody he can riff off of, tease with his words and scoff with his eyes and still find themselves laughing with one another—rather than at one another. He hasn’t felt a connection like this since meeting Tommy Hagan in the second grade; but he doesn’t want a connection like that…especially if it means the same fate as before.

He can’t lose Eddie. And he knows how to keep to himself, how to yearn from a distance, how to bite his own clumsy tongue. Steve knows the limits he possesses, yet how to burst and cross them. He can flirt, he can bitch, he can close up and keep to himself. He can be anything Eddie needs him to be: the bumbling idiot of a best friend, the charming boyfriend who doesn’t know when to let up, the last minute reservation when all the other restaurants closed, the friend you only see at reunions and by happenstance at the bar.

Tonight, he can be the one to comfort. And, sneaky as he’s claimed to be, Steve can keep a secret.

It’ll be just like any other night they hang out.

Eddie gets too clingy, too inebriated, too clumsy. And Steve keeps an eye out, helps them to the bed, leaves out the puke bucket, serves breakfast in the morning.

By the time the sun meets them through the windows, Eddie will have forgotten the night before. Just as he does every time.

But Eddie doesn’t know that.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he had confessed to Steve four nights ago.

“Something about you just feels right,” Eddie had said around a tipsy-happy smile.

“I’d kiss you if I could,” and that was whispered just last night.

If he could change to make Eddie feel safer, Steve would do it in a heartbeat.

Even if that means not being himself. Be a woman or something, whatever that really entails. Nancy and Robin would probably tell him it’s…anti-feminist to try and fit a stereotype. But he would do it anyway.

He’d do anything for Eddie to say those words in the daytime. To touch Steve. To want him in all these carnal, late night craving sort of ways. For Eddie to wrap himself along Steve’s back as breakfast is sizzling on the stovetop. Slow dancing to Etta James records that Eddie only breaks out when he’s feeling particularly emotional while drunk; clumsy feet trying to keep pace on the carpet, in the dark, syrup stuck to each other’s souls.

Steve can keep a secret.

No matter how much it’s killing him to keep quiet.

Not even Robin knows.

Tonight, he is still quiet. With his hand warming Eddie’s cheek. Drying his tears. Soothing him to sleep.

With snores muffled under the blanket, puffs of air hitting Steve’s fingertips, he remains glued to the edge of Eddie’s bed. Right where he remains, as he has for weeks on end now, every single time he’s asked to sit down. Watching the same alcohol soaked memory sleep soundly by the amber glow of a giving out lamp and tucked securely by Steve’s own handiwork.

He should head out to the couch. Wrap himself in a scratchy throw. Move to the recliner when Wayne’s ready to get the fold-out. Just as the original plans when they first started hanging out one on one.

Instead, though, he cautiously maneuvers around Eddie. Lays himself between the rise and fall of a warm back and the cold press of a bumpy wall. Keeps his arms and hands tucked into himself. And he closes his eyes—thinking of an alternate world where Eddie feels safe to completely give himself to his truth.

Even if he never does, Steve will remain tucked against the wall.

Cold against his spine. Stomach turning with sick and want and sore hope. He’ll be the battered copy of a book people are too scared to read—in fear the pages will tear. Just the same paperback, wrinkled with signs of reading, yellowing with years of just enough love to keep the words fresh. And maybe those words will be enough to help the both of them sleep, just a little while longer, just until the bedside lightbulb burns clear out.

💔—————💔

[warriorheart13-blog]

One Piece Ace x reader: Inferno

I love this song from Promare, it fit so well with Ace. My first time writing Angst/comfort with a songfic! I hope you like it @frostynight0265

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Trails of fire

You always knew

They would carry me home

They'd lead me to you

Marineford... A battle that was gruesome and bloody... a war that almost destroyed hopes and families... A fight where he almost lost...you...

Though you can't see the sun.

A new day has begun.

And I fall out of bed to a siren call. In the frame on the wall see you in fire.

You guys are smiling at me and you inspire

"ACE!!" Your voice screamed out. He looked to you, he looked into your eyes. Your eyes looked frightened, but determined. Standing next to Pops on the main ship.

"I DON'T DESERVE THIS! IM NOT WORTH IT." He yelled out. He loved you, more than friends especially. But he couldnt risk it, risk you.

The war began, a race against the clock to free him, Luffy appearing from the sky seemed to have given the pirates a winning side.

Not good enough, If I just let them get away.

Not satisfied until I'm making 'em pay!

I'm a fool for adventure, you know?Inside my heart feelin' the Inferno!

Luffy had managed to get to Ace. With help from Mr. 3, Ace was freed from the sea prism cuffs. Now the new plan was to get out alive.

Until Luffy dropped Rayleighs vivre card, Akainu taking the chance to finish him off. Ace saw this and moved to protect Luffy. Unfortunately you saw this. No one knew you had a devil fruit power. They knew you were strong. Your devil fruit was the metal metal fruit: model Tungsten. The ability to make and manipulate Tungsten, which had high resistance to...lava..

Barely catchin' my breath,

Lay my eyes on the crest.

Gonna square up to all of the heat that is left

It happened so fast. Ace was expecting the feeling of heat melting him. He didnt and looked to see why. His eyes widened.

You stood in front of the two, a shield made of tungsten. Protecting them. But you couldn't hold it for very long.

Luckily Whitebeard came in time. After that, everything was a blur.

So, I carry the torch to Inferno! Inferno!

It's out of the park and I'm smilin' again

Here we go

You sat on the railings of the Moby Dick. The battle was over and everyone was recovering from their injuries. Able to bring Pops and Ace home. Pops was critical unfortunately and Marco was busy monitoring him and left Aces care to you.

You brushed the hair gently out of his face. Tears finally releasing from relief, you were so close to losing him...that you didnt know that he almost lost you too.

Having used a ton of your energy to make that large shield, you passed out. Ace had thought you were running with you when he realized you werent. He looked back to see Akainu praying on you this time, easy pickings. He watched as the admiral pick up your body with his hand.

"The pretty bird of Portgas D Ace...You will have to die in his place then." He said

Ace let out the most feral scream he's made in his life. He felt his flames burn brighter and hotter than ever before...

He had awaken his devil fruit. And had gone supernova flames.

I down a coffee, grab my axe and then I'm out.

I got a rage inside that's making me shout.

I get high on the fighting, you know?

Inside my heart feelin' the Inferno!

From what Marco had told you when you had woken up, Ace's flames were so hot that it started to vaporize the magma of Akainu, burning him even. He looked like starlight.

"Ace...you've done so much for me...i hope you know how much i love you, freckles and all..." you shut your eyes, praying.

"Youre the one good thing in my life...i couldnt let them take you..." Ace's voice came through making you quickly open your eyes.

"Ace!" You quickly lunged to hug him, him wrapping his arms around your waist snug.

"Hey birdie. Im so glad i have you...you make life worth living."

"I love you Ace. Youre a star in the sky and my home..."

I know, I know, I know, I know

I will be here for you wherever you go

"I love you too. You make me feel safe, make me feel seen, and make me feel i deserve to be alive." He said, before cupping your cheeks and leaning forward slightly to give a warm but gentle kiss.

It set off an inferno of warmth in your heart, spreading before you returned the kiss.

Marco found them asleep later on, so snug it looked like Ace was afraid to let you go, as if you'd disappear.

"Inferno of Love...how cute." Marco smiled and left to let them sleep.

Trails of fire

You always knew

They would carry me home

They'd lead me to you

All my life been searching for

The place I lost it's what I adore

And all my life been hoping for

A happy life for me

[sssereneserpent]

❀ ‘ What Wings You Have and What That Says About You ₊˚.༄ ೃ -

Pick a pile

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Let's start by clearing our minds. We are always so stressed with everyday life. Take this moment to relax your body, releasing the tension you've let build. Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and imagine a dimly lit candle on a widow sill. What does it look like? Is the outside dark, cloudy, and stormy? Or is it clear, and still?

Now, choose from a number between 1-3. Don't overthink it. This is what wings you'd have and what that means for you.

❀ ‘ Group 1 ₊˚.༄ ೃ -

Hello cuties for group one! I think you'd have the fairy wings. You might be on the softer side, a little cutie patootie, might I add. I think you guys are sweet, but like the fairies themselves, I think you can be mischievous, cheeky, and fun. I think you have a tendency to hide yourselves from the world, to let yourselves be small, but I see that you have so much magic to you. You have so much more to offer. You just don't let yourself shine. I think you can be outgoing with those you're close to, but only a select few can earn their way into your heart. I think you might enjoy being out in nature. You enjoy connecting to the trees, the animals, all of what the world has to offer you.

❀ ‘ Group 2 ₊˚.༄ ೃ -

You guys would have the devil wings. You are just a pile of mystery. You have a certain allure to you, one that makes others want you, but also resist you in some way. Like demons, you're tempting, yet intimidating. You might not be everyone's cup of tea, and that's okay. I think you can be a bit too much for people at times. You are opinionated. A lot of people can't handle that. You might be confident, and if you don't actually feel that way, it may appear that way. Your energy is something else. You might even turn heads or keep people on their toes. You love the chase of it. The high you get from all this attention.

❀ ‘ Group 3 ₊˚.༄ ೃ -

And now for the lovely angel wings. Wow, you guys are just majestic. A little mix of both the devil and fairy wings. You guys are quiet helpers, always there to lend a hand when it's least expected. Like the angels, you can be a guardian, a protector of those closest to you. Though, I am feeling that you may struggle with opening up to others. You feel like you need to be this strong person, that you tend to forget that you're also human. Like angels, you struggle to feel emotions. To really feel emotions.

That's it for this collective reading. I hope it resonates, but of course, take what does and leave what doesn't.

Mwah!♡

[bean-face]

sketches of a couple of my oc's

knight maid elf and goblin mage

@firefilledhikey figured you'd wanna see these girls

sorry the trans homunculus isn't around i don't have a drawing of that one yet

[idontmindifuforgetme]

megan thee stallion is the perfect example of unbothered energy. nicki has repeatedly vagueposted about her, gone on unhinged rants about her, gone so far as to mention her dead mother (such a classless low blow), threatened her on live, and has now released the tackiest diss track in history. and what has megan done? literally nothing. she straight up ignored her, aside from that one ig story where she posted herself laughing (which was perfect btw). she is the epitome of “i will not dignify that w a response.” i love it.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

it's been a little bit but i gotta say. that diary of a wimpy kid punchline was SO GOOD. like you /told us/ that the first two were a set up for a joke and yet it still landed absolutely perfectly. like. /wow/ i was CACKLING and i still giggle a little whenever i think about it. just phenomenal execution

Comedy comes in threes, and sometimes that means two great high fives before slapping a diary of a wimpy kid crossover in your hand.

[antennatoheaven]

my thoughts on The Murderbot Show:

idk man

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[ganondoodle]

watched a video of someone reacting to skittys totk video and it really reinvigorated my hatred for that game- HOWEVER i am gritting my teeth and am not writing about it bc i feel like whatever rant i will write is gonne be wasted time since the stupid book exists and can change it all (from what i HAVE seen for the worse lmao) so i feel like until i get my hands on it (be it physical or digital though i do not want to spend money on anything with that name attached ever again) i shouldnt write anything ...

[electrivolt]

// sitting against the corner. i do miss my grusha

[workingforitallthetime]

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[thelostgirl21]

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[fleuredelys]

Today was a long day on WuWa, but even though I'm not convinced of her build as is (for one, I saw some that have her at 50k HP and I /know/ I can refine a whole lot better her CR and CD ratios), I can say confidently that she's standing at a pretty decent height!