#budapest bitches

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

Let me just finally sit down and watch The Grand Budapest Hotel I know it's really good but I think i'll be fine-

a bisexual character slaps the fuck out of me

O-OH

[pissboycharles]

btw first race I've actively enjoyed and felt excited/nervous for in a WHILE silverstone I love you

[angermayer-boglarka]

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[beymani]

Idc i agree with Noah. Y’all didn’t listen to the entire interview, just that middle part of his whole response. There’s actually more to his response to the interviewer before and after that but since that part went against the predominantly American nba it’s a problem….ok. Nothing about fiba or the Olympics was mentioned so idk where that’s even coming from. But t&f is underrepresented and it’s good that the athletes say something about it vs complaining about it every season. Be the change you want to see or the voice that needs to be heard. Fans, casual viewers, or people in general can’t get upset when the ACTUAL athlete says something. They have an experience many of us can’t imagine. Plus, he made it VERY clear that he wants to be the face of t&f so it shouldn’t be off putting that he uses his (harmless) platform to bring attention and awareness to the sport. Even if his fellow t&f athletes have a problem with it, they got a mouth and a mind of their own and can use it. Maybe y’all should give his YT channel a try. Actually understand where he’s coming from. Or watch Untitled on Peacock.

[soyboyfag]

older queer men in fiction are always relatable to me on some other level. i see an Old Fag i want to be him

[adrienneleclerc]

And writing this I’m thinking, what if Charles is dating a reader who’s a HUGE F1 fan and is so expressive when she’s watching from the garage but like Rebecca kinda side eyes her and make her feel self conscious about how she acts, thinking to herself “am I being annoying? Loud?” Yes? No?

and the can she decide she dgaf because she's excited and showing her support to the person she loves?

That was always going to be the plan! Like home girl from the States, she’s Latina, we’re expressive! Even my mother who can’t stand soccer will be excited when it’s the World Cup! When it comes to Formula 1, personally, I am just as bad as the tifosi.

Not Your Average WAG

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N was not your average WAG, she does not go to the paddock in cute designer outfits, she walks into the paddock repping Ferrari. While fans LOVE her because she is just like them, a certain WAG does not.

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: No hate to Rebecca, I don't really have a set opinion on her like I don't know her. But she’s going to be a major BITCH like kinda classist as most stereotypical Europeans are. Also…I MADE IT TO 1K FOLLOWERS! But this is probably not my best work so do with that as you will.

Y/N and Charles were in Y/N’s Monaco apartment, Y/N was by the kitchen counter, eating some ice cream, while Charles was watching a movie on her couch and eating popcorn. Though Y/N and Charles have been dating for a year, Y/N has never been to a race, despite her being a big fan. She is the creative director of a fashion magazine so she doesn’t have much days off and ends up watching the race on the TV she has in her office until…

“Charles, muñeco, guess what.” Y/N said, sitting next to Charles on the couch, Charles paused the movie and turned to face Y/N.

“What happened, Mon coeur?” Charles asked, Y/N took the popcorn bowl and placed it on the coffee table.

“My boss gave me the okay to work remotely so I’m able to go to the Hungarian Grand Prix with you.” Y/N said.

“Really? That’s great! Finally, you’ll get to see me in action.” Charles said, pulling Y/N onto his lap.

“I can’t wait! I’m gonna be like Luigi in Cars, I have the Ferrari shirt you gave me, your hat, I have some things from Etsy that I could totally wear like the Forza Ferrari friendship bracelet. Oh, I’m so excited!” Y/N hugged Charles and he giggled at his cuddly girlfriend. When Y/N stopped hugging him, Charles just stared at her with that dopey smile on his face. “What?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing, you’re just so cute.” Charles said, kissing Y/N’s cose, making her scrunch her nose. “We’re going to Hungary tomorrow, you might wanna pack now.” Charles taps her thigh.

“Help me pack?” Y/N asked and Charles nodded, both getting up to go to her room to pick out the clothes she’ll wear this race weekend. “Wait, you sure I’ll be able to stay in your hotel and everything? I mean i am going last minute.”

“Oh Mon coeur, ma belle, belle petite amie, I was hoping your boss would give you the okay to work remotely so I already booked everything for us. So yes, you will be staying with me at a 5 star hotel in Budapest, beautiful view and everything.” Charles kissed Y/N “So I’m thinking we could go out every night, you’ve only been to New York and Monaco, so we are going sightseeing in Hungary.” Charles said, going into Y/N’s closet and start picking out what he would like to see his girlfriend wearing. Charles placed everything on her bed.

Y/N observed the outfits Charles picked out. “Wow, Charles, love the outfits, but you are such a guy, the yellow sundress?”

“You look so cute in it, though! Come on, mon coeur, you look amazing in these outfits and this way, I get to show up how beautiful my girlfriend is.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

“Alright, it’s fine. I’ll just wear your hoodie on the plane with my jeans.” Y/N said.

“And you’ll still be the prettiest girl on that plane ever.” Charles said.

“Thank you.” Y/N said.

They landed in Budapest and Charles drove them to their hotel. Y/N was in awe of everything since she has never been to another European country before. When they got into their hotel room, Charles told Y/N to change into one of her cute outfits because they were going to meet Carlos and Rebecca at the hotel restaurant. Y/N came out with the first outfit.

“How do I look?” Y/N asked

“You look beautiful, Mon coeur.” Charles said, stepping closer to kiss her and twirled her around. “You ready to meet them?”

“Yes, what, should I do my hair? I think it’s messy from the plane ride,” Y/N said

“Mon coeur, don’t panic, it looks fine, but if you want to do your hair, may I suggest a half up half down ponytail with the white bow?” Charles asked.

“Muñeco, why do you like it when I wear bows?” Y/N asked.

“Because it makes you look so cute.” Charles kissed her.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Y/N did her hair and the two walked down to the restaurant. Carlos was the first one to stand up from the table to say hello to Charles and Y/N.

“Carlos, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Charles introduced them, Carlos and Y/N greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.

“So nice to meet you, Charles talks about you constantly.” Carlos says and Charles blushes. “But here’s our table. Rebecca, this is Charles’s girlfriend, Y/N.”

“It’s so nice to meet you.” Y/N said.

“Nice to meet you too.” Rebecca said with a tight smile. “So Y/N, have you ever been to Budapest?

“No, this is my first time. I’ve only been to (the state your from or New York), (where your parents are from), and Monaco, obviously.” Y/N laughed off but she saw Rebecca make a face so she took a sip of water that was on the table. Don’t know why she’s judging when her name is literally a character from Full House.

“So Y/N, Charles tells me your a fan.” Carlos said and Y/N immediately became more comfortable, which Charles noticed immediately.

“Yes, I’m a huge fan. Ive always been a fan of Sebastian Vettel so when he went to Ferrari, I obviously went with him. But when he left, I stayed a Ferrari fan for you and Charles and damn, being a Ferrari fan is not easy.” Y/N said causing Charles and Carlos to laugh because it’s true, Rebecca didn’t react.

“You must be pretty excited to experience your race.” Carlos said.

“Oh, this is your first race?” Rebecca asked. “That’s a surprise considering you’re such a huge F1 fan.” She emphasized the word huge.

Lunch continued and when they finished, Charles and Y/N went to their hotel room.

“I think that went well.” Charles said.

“Are you kidding? Rebecca hates me.” Y/N said.

“She doesn’t hate you, she seemed very interested in getting to know you, asking you all those questions.” Charles said,

“Muñeco, i know you’re not a girl but don’t be such a guy, you didn’t see the faces she was making when I would talk. It’s like she hated to hear me talk.” Y/N said

“Well, Mon coeur, you two are going to spending a lot of time together this weekend.” Charles said.

“Well I know that but like what do we talk about? Because it became pretty clear I can’t talk about F1.” Y/N said.

“You’ll figure it out, bébé.” Charles said, kissing her.

The next 2 days were difficult for Y/N to say the least. On media day, she walked into the paddock with Charles, wearing a CL16 Ferrari jersey, black shorts, platform vans, and a CL16 Ferrari hat with pins she bought from Etsy.

“You look great.” Charles said, kissing her. “I’m going to the MainStage for some questions, you can walk around, try to get along with Rebecca.” Charles said.

“Okay, have fun.” Y/N said. She then starts walking around, she spotted Kika, who she has met on double dates with charles and Pierre, she was wearing a sundress. Kika then spotted Y/N.

“Y/N! Hey, I can’t believe you’re here, oh my gosh, you look so cute.” Kika said, hugging her, kissing her cheek.

“Me? You look amazing, I mean obviously, you’re an off duty model.” Y/N said laughing, Kika giggled as well.

“I gotta go with Pierre but I’ll call you.” Kika left and Y/N saw Rebecca wearing navy pants with a matching vest. She saw Y/N decked out in Ferrari and smiled

“Wow, if I didn’t know you, I’d think you were a crazed fan.” Rebecca said. Y/N didn’t react but kept walking around, hoping to run into Lily.

The rest of media day and Friday, Y/N tries to make conversation with Rebecca, she doesn’t really cooperate, Y/N gave up talking to her. It was now the qualifying session, Y/N and Rebecca were watching in the hospitality. Y/N saw that there were 3 minutes left in Q1 and Charles was a driver at risk.

“No no no no no no, come on, Charles.” Y/N was lowkey stressing but then Charles made it to 3rd in the last minute. “Yes!! Let’s go!” Y/N cheered, standing up from the couch. The rest of the quali sessions were like that, Y/N stressing whenever Carlos or Charles were drivers at risk and in the bottom 5. Y/N was beyond happy when Ferrari made 3 and 4, however, she noticed Rebecca side eyeing her whenever she was cheering, she tried to tone it down a little but she was happy for Charles because after Monaco, he wasn’t doing that well.

When Charles finished the interviews after quali, he entered the hospitality and sat next to Y/N on the couch.

“What did you think?” Charles asked.

“I’m so proud of you, you did so well.” Y/N said, hugging him.

“Let’s go to the hotel, change, and we’ll go out to eat?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Y/N said. They went to the car, the ride was pretty quiet until.. “Am I annoying?”

“What do you mean ‘annoying’, Mon ange?” Charles asked.

“Exactly what I’m asking, am I annoying? Are there days where I’m talking and you’re thinking ‘will she ever shut the fuck up?’ or not, muñeco?” Y/N asked.

“Never, Mon coeur, I never thought you were annoying. Why are you asking? Did something happen with Rebecca again?” Charles asked.

“I’m telling you, she doesn’t like me. She keeps making faces when I’m cheering. Like sorry for being excited that my boyfriend moved up from being a driver at risk, I like F1, I was practically raised with the sport, and she even judged me for wearing your merch.” Y/N said pouting, Charles felt bad, her first race weekend should have been a great experience.

“Don’t pay mind to her, Mon coeur. Tomorrow is the race, I hope to place on the podium, and hopefully I’ll get to see you in Ferrari merch.” Charles said.

“Yeah.” Y/N said.

It was race day! Sadly, instead of wearing her Ferrari merch, she wore the fifth outfit to try to fit it with Rebecca. Charles saw her doing her hair, kinda disappointed that she wasn’t wearing Ferrari.

“I thought that outfit was for dinner.” Charles said.

“Well this way we could go to dinner right after the race.” Y/N said, Charles still looked at her. “I know what you’re thinking, muñeco.”

“You don’t have to change, you know.” Charles said. “You won’t really see her much next season. If you’re coming to more races, I mean.”

“I know, but I just wanna see if she’ll treat me a little better.” Y/N said, however, Rebecca stayed the same. Both were in the hospitality watching the race, Y/N was pacing because, surprise surprise, Charles had engine trouble.

“Y/N, stop pacing, geez.” Rebecca said and Y/N stopped and looked at her.

“I have had it with you. I don’t know what your problem is with me, but I am done with your judge faces. You don’t want to hear me or someone else talk about the race or express excitement when my boyfriend or someone else’s favorite driver is doing well, then don’t come to races.” Y/N expressed. Rebecca looked shocked.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Rebecca said.

“Good, now hopefully Charles will move up from P7 to podium at least.” Y/N said. She expressed emotion as she usually does and not a single reaction from Rebecca, so much better than before. Charles got P2, Y/N went to the podium celebration, and once Charles got down from the podium, he kissed Y/N, champagne flavored kisses, of course. “So proud of you, muñeco.”

“Yeah? You watched everything?” Charles asked.

“Of course, your best race yet.” Y/N said, they kissed again and went to the drivers room.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! So I’m thinking for Just An Inchident, which if you don’t know, will be an F1 Band AU

I won’t be using Y/N BUT you’ll get your own nickname so you could read for either members of the band (Carlos, Charles, Lando, Lewis, and George/Max). Comment which nickname should be for which band member and that nickname would be strictly used by them ONLY

[spliffymae]

WRITTEN OFF.

synopsis: okay, toji learned his lesson, you can come home now. wait—why does he see you across the room? why are you in that dress he loves so much?…who the fuck is the guy sitting in front of you!?

⚠️black coded, swearing, toji gets jealous, lil bit of sukuna x reader

kio’s notes - yk what, i was never a fuckin’ scout anyways. part 5 after this

pts. 1 , 2 , 3 :)

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you never realized just how much effort it took to get ready. you had been slumming it since starting maternity leave. you had no energy to doll yourself up. not when you had a whole infant to care for. where would the time for you be?

“okay, (y/n). it’s just a little outing with a fine ass man. no big deal.” you mumbled as you looked in the mirror. you had been building up the confidence to go out all day.

you had agreed to grab dinner with sukuna, a guy who’s pets you used to watch. he had told geto how pretty you were and being the best wingman he was, geto set you two up on a date.

but little do you know, geto also planned to be there to see how it was going, and to meet a friend.

and which friend would that be? well none other than your dishonorable ex-husband, toji fushiguro, of course.

you hadn’t even noticed it, thst you two were in the same place. you were too busy focusing on sukuna and his recalling of a mission in budapest.

the date had been going well. he complimented the way you looked when he saw you, giving you a hug and mumbling in your ear that “you look beautiful.” you swore if you could show it, your whole face would be cherry red.

you would catch him looking at your breasts here and there, but it didn’t really bother you. the girls were sitting well, and thanks to breastfeeding they were larger than before. you even caught yourself staring after you finished getting ready.

your body had gone through a lot of changes since carrying rin. you had gained more weight in your stomach and arms, as well as doubling up in stretch marks around your hips and thighs. at first you felt like a totally different person. but as time went on you started to be kinder to yourself. you started to appreciate your new body. hell, it created, grew, and pushed out a whole baby. it was magical!

and if anyone knew how magical your body was, it was toji, who had just walked into the restaurant with his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket.

megumi refused to answer his question about what boyfriend you had, and he ended up just stomping away from his son, mumbling about ‘grabbin’ a drink’ on his way out.

the thought of you moving on was a thought he never came across. why? because he never saw it possible. you two were soulmates, kindred flames that would never be extinguished. so how could you ever move on?

your boyfriend was heavy on toji’s mind. was he as big as toji? was he smaller? did he make you laugh? where did you two meet…the list of questions was a mile long and no end was in sight.

“old friend! why so glum? look like your wife left you.” geto joked as toji joined him at the bar. he was met with a scowl from toji, the side of his lip with the scar lowering in a grimace.

“too soon.” geto mumbled, sending the awkwardness he had created. to make up for it he slid toji a glass of beer. “here, take your mind off it.”

“don’t think i ever will.” toji slumped in the empty bar stool beside geto’s. he took the handle of the glass and brought the rim to his lips to take a big gulp.

“megumi said she got a boyfriend now.” toji scoffed, wiping the foam off his upper lip. “not even legally divorced yet and she went off and found someone else?…fucking bitch.” he shook his head in disbelief.

he didn’t mean it, of course. you were anything but a bitch. but he just hated you right now. hated that you were somewhere giggling at what someone who wasn’t him was saying. toji gulped down the rest of the beer.

“another one.” he spoke to the bartender, pushing the empty glass towards the man, tapping his finger against the glass for another.

geto looked on in amusement, “take it slow, brother. you got kids to go back to.”

toji snorted. “yeah right. i got no one.” the glass of beer was refilled and toji grabbed it. he finished it quick, burping afterward.

geto turned to look behind him, to look at your table. you and sukuna were putting your drink orders in for the waitress.

“it’s saturday night, fushiguro. you’ll find someone.” geto patted his back and turned back around so you didn’t feel eyes on you. toji just rolled his eyes in response.

he would kill to be at the restaurant with you. he hadn’t noticed it until he read the logo on the glass that he was at lovers creek; a family owned restaurant he took you for your first date and proposal.he recognized the place when he pulled up, but the thought of your new relationship weighed too much for him to really process where he’d be stepping back into.

“used to always sit in the booth by the big window with ‘em. megumi would come and sit next to her.” toji traced the logo on the glass. he didn’t realize how bad he’d be hurting being back in this establishment.

“it’s okay to miss her, toji.” geto reassured. he knew toji had a wall around his feelings. an 8ft wall with weapons at the grounds to fight off anyone who tried to come to close. but you had managed to slip through his defenses, and he was infatuated with you for it.

“s’more than just missing her. nothing’s right without her. megumi hates me more than ever and rinny….” toji sucked his teeth, “she won’ even know who i am to her when she’s older.”

geto could see toji’s jaw clench at the thought. he knew how much toji loved his family. how much he cared for you. to lose everything was something he knew toji didn’t want. but he also knew toji wouldn’t fight for you. he knew he was wrong, he knew he hurt you and the kids.

geto sighed, “if you got her back, would shit even change? would you change?”

toji nodded, a burp escaping his lips as he ordered another beer. “would change everything. i’d even try friggin therapy, if it’ll help. i just….i don’t want to lose her. don’t want to lose the little family i have left.”

and geto knew you’d kick his ass for what he was thinking. he knew you would cuss him out and promise to never watch his snakes again, but he couldn’t stand to see toji this way.“ight, if you promise me to change for the better, and to give my goddaughter and nephew the best home and father they could have, i’ll help you get her back.”

toni snorted as he sipped his fourth glass, “and how pray tell are you going to do that?” toji trusted geto about as far as he could throw him. yeah, he was a good friend and great company, but he rarely stood on his words.

geto knew toji had doubts, and he had the smuggest of smiles on his face when he said, “i know where she’s at right now. and i can tell you for a fact she’s with the boyfriend.”

and toji nearly choked on his beer. he sputtered, the liquid hitting his nose and chin, getting him to murmur profanities as he grabbed a napkin to clean himself. “where?”

“do you promise?”

“yes, fuck. okay, i will devote my every last breath to being a better man for my family just tell me where she and that fucker are.” toji didn’t know what he would do when he saw you or your boyfriend. if he were being honest, a part of him wanted to bash the guys skull in—despite not even knowing what he looked like. just the idea that another man thought he could have you, it made him violent.

“table at your six. guy has pink hair.” geto said so casually as he grabbed toji’s glass and finished the rest of his beer. he knew the second toji saw you he would forget about the beverage, so why let a good thing go to waste.

toji turned his body, eyes scanning the tables until he saw his target. and there he was. pink hair gelled up, a tight dress shirt on and tattoos faintly peeking out on his neck, chest and arms. toji looked across at you, and he felt his breath get caught in his throat.

you looked beautiful. your skin practically glowed against the yellow lights of the restaurant, the red dress also aiding in showcasing your flawless complexion. you wore the dress he always told you he loved, the one that you wore the night he proposed.

and as quick as he was in awe at your beauty, he turned angry, jealous. who did you think you were to leave the house like that? for someone who wasn’t him?

he said not a word to geto as he got up and headed to your table.and little did he know, you were desperate for an escape from this date. yes, sukuna was a good looking guy, but there was no depth to him. he seemed to self-absorbed , only speaking when things related to him or he wanted to mention an accolade of his. arrogance, a trait you hated.

you had thought of a plan. you were going to excuse yourself to the bathroom and then come back to say megumi called with an emergency. yeah, that would work. all that had been brought to your table was drinks, so it was too bad to leave.

but as you got ready to get up, you made eye contact with the one person you didn’t want to see tonight. “you have got to be kidding me.” you mumbled in defeat as your exhusband came to your table with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

“you think this is funny? coming out to our spot with some guy?” toji was furious. skipping past greetings and getting straight to it.

it had been a horrendous three months for him; guilt, shame, sadness, anger…every emotion possible he felt during the time you were a part.

“whoa, (y/n) who is this?” sukuna was surprised at the sudden interruption. especially considering it was a giant man standing before him, who looked like he wanted to bash the pink haired man’s skull in.

“her fuckin’ husband, the hell are you?” toji gave him a quick glance. he had already sized him up from afar, and if sukuna were to try anything, toji was positive he could take him.

“hey man, she ain’t say nothing about being married.” sukuna raised his hands in defense.

“because i’m not,” you gave toji a warning look, “we’re divorced.”

“separated.” toji corrected.

“and yet here you are.” you sarcastically cheered, earning a glare from toji. sukuna was feeling a bit awkward at the tension.

toji turned around to sukuna, “she tell you she got kids? one sixteen and a baby.”

“ a baby?!” sukuna leaned back in disbelief.

“mhmm, six months old. wants more too. super committed, this one. lucky if she doesn’t trap you.” he dryly chuckled in an attempt to prove the convo was still lighthearted. but anyone with ears could tel it was anything but.

you were gonna say something, but you had no words. you were shocked. you looked to toji with nothing but anger in your eyes. your ex leaned in close to you with a hand on the table. his big frame blocked you from seeing your date and him seeing you.

“get your stuff and let’s go. i’m tired of this, (y/n). you are my wife and we are going to work this out like adults, you understand? now move before i move you.” what was scary about toji’s words wasn’t what he said, but how he spoke. it was calm, concise. he said everything without an intimidating tone but his eyes bore into yours telling you he would stand on his word.

he stood back straight and turned to sukuna, “she has to go now. don’t call her, don’t come to my house, and if i find you anywhere near her i’ll kill you.”

you were pissed! you grabbed your purse and walked right past toji, not even waiting to hear what sukuna’s response would be. you no longer cared. you just wanted to go home and cry in your bed. you pushed open the door to outside and quickly began walking to the parking lot

“(y/n)!” toji followed you, but you ignored him. “damnit woman, can you just wait?!” he called out again, drawing attention to you. something he knew you hated, and knew he would make a scene if you didn’t acknowledge him.

so you stopped and turned to him with a fury burning in your eyes, “what?! what do you want? how the hell did you even know where i was? you stalking me now?”

toji chuckled, “don’t flatter yourself. i got the message loud and clear you wanted me out your life.”

“clearly not enough if you’re still around. what is it, toji? because it’s not about rin. so why the fuck did you do that? y’know how long it’s been since i had a date?!”

toji knew. matter fact, he knew the exact day. “the night after the dinner. i…i took you here to apologize.”

“lie!” you stepped a bit closer to him. he was still a good distance away but you were overcome with rage and wanted him to feel everything. “you took me here to lie, toji! to act like it was saying sorry for being an ass to me but really it wasn’t, huh?”

toji stepped closer, “(y/n)—.”

“—you wanna talk, hm? wanna ‘work this out’? tell me why you did it. tell me what she had that i didn’t.” you folded your arms with hot tears slipping down your cheeks. all you wanted to do was go on a date and get back into the swing of things. toji’s infidelity had did a number on you—on your self esteem, your social life, your mental state. you just wanted a night to reintroduce yourself to the single world.

“she had nothing! how many goddamn times to i have yo apologize, huh? what do you want me to do, (y/n)? you want me to beg? get down on my knees and beg you take me back? i fucked up, i know i did! but for the thousandth time, she meant nothing to me!”

“then why’d you do it?!” you yelled back, your voice shocking s few passerby’s who were walking into or out of the establishment. “i gave you everything! i was the wife you wanted, the mother megumi needed and what were you to me?…missing! you left me to raise a child alone! to carry our baby alone! you. left. me. alone!” and the tears came flowing, your lips quivering and snot slowly peeking out your nose as you stared at him. you hated crying in public—you hated crying in general. but toji couldn’t just leave well enough alone.

he didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. you bawled into his shirt, arms still folded and in front of you. “i hate you, toji. so fuckin’ much.” you muffled into his chest.

he didn’t speak, he couldn’t. there was nothing you needed to hear from him right now. he just held you as you cried. it was the first time he held you since the separation, and god knew toji would do everything in his power to hold you as long as he could.

he let a couple minutes go by, at most three, before he spoke up. “did you drive here?” he mumbled into your hair.

you shook your head.

“can i take you home?”

pt.5

[spikedfearn]

Imagine factiming spike while he's away filming Romulus :(( you're in yours guys' flat in the UK and the time difference means you're sleepy but you have to see him before bed, he promised to call every night! - ✨

You're lying on his side of your shared bed, lashes fluttering closed as you inhale the familiar scent of his pillow when you feel your phone vibrate next to you.

The skin between your eyebrows pinches together, confused, wondering who'd be calling you this late until you see the contact name "Baby 💕" display across your screen, immediately accepting the call.

It takes a moment for it to connect, your boyfriend's face slightly pixelated as he leans the meat of his cheek against a loosely curled fist, looking somewhat annoyed, like this isn't the first time he's tried contacting you.

He lifts his head up when you answer, whooping, "fuckin' finally" as soon as he sees your face, the biggest grin breaking out across his face, "Hiya love! Thought my connection was goin' mad when I couldn't reach ya' earlier!"

You mirror his smile, albeit a bit more tiredly with the time zone difference, rolling over onto your stomach so you can look at him properly, "hiya baby. How's Budapest?"

"Better now that I can actually talk to ya'!" He responded, audio lagging a little behind the video, "was getting ready ta' bitch ta' apple when I thought my phone was actin' up."

You laugh in response, taking in his appearance. He looks good, healthy, which is awesome, quelling any worries you might have while he's filming overseas. It's a Hollywood production, so obviously he'd be taken care of, but it's still a relief to see him in good spirits, telling his temporary bunk mate Archie to get bent when he makes a joke about "reporting to his lady."

You're just happy to see his pretty face and excited blue eyes, slowly growing out facial hair you're not quite used to but hoping he keeps because it frames his face quite nicely, "well I hope you have fun. Thinking about you."

[mwagneto]

Not to be an ignorant American but what is Karigeri? I’ve googled it and learned a lot about Hungarian current political events, but haven’t found that word used. L

ah it's short for Karácsony Gergely, in hungarian a lotttt of words are made into nicknames and that's done by chopping half the word off and adding an -i at the end which is why most hungarian first names you hear end in -i (so like, 95% of my friends have -i names) but it's also done w words: history = történelem -> töri, bear = medve -> maci, gift = ajándék -> aji, christmas = karácsony -> kari (yes his full name is Christmas George New Year)

ANYWAY sorry grammar lesson aside, he's the current lordmayor of Budapest and he's done rly good things for the city and he's one of the only bitches in the country who holds an important position and is against the current undefeatable fascist government (fidesz), the guy he's up against is """"not affiliated""" with fidesz but like. yes he is lmao💀

karigeri got reelected but there's all sorts of fucking around with the votes, he only won by 324 votes so they're recounting it and then they might do a reelection it's so fucking stressful

[tepli-mravenci]

So I'm watching Netflix's Castlevania and I've got to say every time a non-european show includes a map of Europe, it gives me brain damage

It's the year of our lord 1477~ and Europe does not look like that

Now I realize this is fiction, there are vampires and demons, but this is real Europe, they could've just set it in a random fantasy setting, they did not and this is not 1477 Europe

So what exactly is wrong here and why am I, a European that's otherwise terrible at geography, being a bitch about it?

The eastern part is pretty okay for post-middle-age map standards (I mean Moldavia is way too big and close and Hungary way too small and the borders should be a bit different but), maps weren't historically very accurate when it comes to the shapes and sizes of countries since we had no way of like, looking at them from high above

However something like borders with other countries would be damn important and there's mistakes there, that chunk of Poland at the bottom is supposed to belong to Hungary and Poland shouldn't actually touch Austria at all

The lines I drew are also not the most accurate cause this is a terrible map but basically the Kingdom of Poland should not expand to the west at all, there behind the line is the Holy Roman Empire (mostly modern Germany) and Bohemia (modern Czechia), (which was included in the HRE at the time according to some sources?), should also be there on the map

That's also the whole reason I even went back to the scene with the map at all, cause Saint-Germain mentioned he talked with the KING of BOHEMIA but BOHEMIA is NOT on the MAP.

The actual king of Bohemia around this time was Vladislaus II of Hungary who was originally from Poland (#just europe things). Which doesn't mean it was part of Hungary or Poland cause that's just not how the politics worked at the time. One king was often a king of multiple countries at once with them still being separate countries.

Austria is also way too close in shape to modern Austria which is also not right and since the Roman emperor at the time was Austrian it should really be a part of HRE way more than Bohemia that straight up disappeared.

Also Bavaria was not a city??? It was (and still is) a region if anything and not at all on the same level as Budapest, the placement of Transylvania is just as funky as the placement of Moldavia and what in god's name is Bosnia doing right under Austria??

Anyway if this isn't just non-europeans drawing Europe wrong the implications here are mostly that the Holy Roman Empire shriveled up and died which is not supposed to happen until a few centuries later, which would make sense if the church essentially brought hell on Earth by pissing off Dracula. Then Poland took over I suppose.

The rest could be explained by crap cartography of the post-middle-ages and small changes in politics due to the whole Dracula night hordes thing but I still needed to get this off my chest

If anyone can tackle (or tackled) this better than me (which is entirely possible, as I said I'm pretty bad at geography) you can let me know

My main issue here is that I don't know if I'm supposed to be like yo that's not what Europe should look like - as in - Europe is in complete chaos rn or if I'm supposed to be like ah yes normal map of Europe

Edit: pls go to the notes for even more info about how wrong this map is <3

[duckprintspress]

National Non-Fiction Day: 31 Titles to Get Your Queer Learn On!

In the past year, we’ve posted a lot about our favorite queer fiction titles. We wanted to take Non-Fiction day to talk about the non-fiction titles that have impacted us! Whether self-help, memoirs, psychology, history, sociology, or a different non-fiction genre, these are books that have helped us learn, helped us teach, helped us improve, helped us see and be seen, and helped us be more informed. So join us as we introduce our thirty-one recommendations for National Non-Fiction Day!

Fine: A Comic About Gender by Rhea Ewing

Gender Born, Gender Made: Raising Healthy Gender-Nonconforming Children by Diane Ehrensaft

Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir by Akwaeke Emezi

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel

Ace: What Asexuality Reveals about Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen

Here For It: Or, How to Save Your Soul in America by R. Eric Thomas

Transforming: The Bible and the Lives of Transgender Christians by Austen Hartke

Bitch: On the Female of the Species by Lucy Cooke

Unmasking Autism: Discovering the New Faces of Neurodiversity by Devon Price

My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness by Nagata Kabi

transister: Raising Twins in a Gender-Bending World by Kate Brookes

!Hola Papi!: How to Come Out in a Walmart Parking Lot and Other Life Lessons by John Paul Brammer

Strangers: Homosexual Love in the Nineteenth Century by Graham Robb

London and the Culture of Homosexuality, 1885 – 1914 by Matt Cook

Queering Your Craft: Witchcraft from the Margins by Cassandra Snow

Female Husbands: A Trans History by Jen Manion

The Ethical Slut: A Guide to Infinite Sexual Possibilities by Janet W. W. Hardy and Dossie Easton

The New Queer Conscience by Adam Eli

Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam

Testosterone Rex: Myths of Sex, Science, and Society by Cordelia Fine

Peculiar Places: A Queer Crip History of White Rural Nonconformity by Ryan Lee Cartwright

Delusions of Gender: How Our Minds, Society, and Neurosexism Create Difference by Cordelia Fine

Queer Budapest, 1873 – 1961 by Anita Kurimay

LGBTQ-Inclusive Hospice and Palliative Care by Kimberly D. Acquaviva

Queering Colonial Natal: Indigeneity and the Violence of Belonging in Southern Africa by T. J. Tallie

Handbook of LGBT Elders: An Interdisciplinary Approach to Principles, Practices, and Policies edited by Debra A. Harley and Pamela B. Teaster

LGBT Transnational Identity and the Media by Christopher Pullen

Gender Diversity: Crosscultural Variations by Serena Nanda

LGBTQ Cultures: What Healthcare Professionals Need to Know about Sexual and Gender Diversity by M. J. Eliason and P. L. Chinn

The Terrible We: Thinking with Trans Maladjustment by Cameron Awkward-Rich

Trans Bodies, Trans Selves: A Resource for the Transgender Community edited by Laura Erickson-Schroth

You can view this list as a shelf on Goodreads!

It can be so difficult to find good non-fiction resources on queer topics. Which titles to DO you recommend?

[elvisabutler]

love and hate in equal measure

fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: future austin butler x female reader ( nicknamed dove ) word count: 2974 warnings: asshole austin. the normal warnings that apply with the dove verse, so daddy kink, choking, bdsm, but this time make it not good bdsm practices. a dom arguably abandoning a sub post scene ( even if they don't acknowledge it as such ). hatesex. degradation. use of whore, slut, bitch, and cunt to refer to someone. potential abuse of the legal system to gain custody. p in v sex ( protected via birth control ). female masturbation. spitting on someone. dubious-ish consent but not quite? former pregnancy. author’s note: welcome to day 5 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, degradation kink with austin butler x female reader ( referred to as dove )   this requires a slight explanation this is basically an offshoot/what can be considered a bad ending au of the little dove verse set about 2025ish? if anyone's been around for a while, this was/is a part of a fic i referred to in tags as love and hate in equal measure. y'all have basically @eliseinmemphis to really thank for this one. @butlersxbirdy has a partial hand in the bits after this this but this really kind of spewed from me once telling elise that i had scrapped an plan for the little dove verse where she had been pregnant and hid it until cannes and well pair that with elise's love of asshole austin and me liking hatesex and well. you get this. heed the warnings, austin is a fucking dick in this. as always thanks to my discord wives, christi, birdy and marina and my besties who keep having to listen to me whine about life.

If anyone were to ever ask how or why you and Austin fell as fast as you did and did has many stupid things as you did, well you'd like to blame the pandemic. You'd like to blame it on how you hadn't wanted to leave the man your brain had latched onto as Daddy. Perhaps a replacement for Père but it had felt fine in the moment. He had given you that same warm feeling Père had and yet somehow things had gotten so twisted between the two of you. Those lines that should have never been blurred were nonexistent by the time you were in the middle of shooting. You were Priscilla but you were Austin's Little Dove. He was Elvis but he was your Daddy. The good parts of Elvis were already a part of Austin's DNA but those parts that weren't good— that temper and that possessiveness and the parts that coveted Priscilla and wanted— no those parts had soured him. He was not Elvis in the ways that wrapped everything in a tidy bow, you figured. It's why you were on the first flight out of Australia that you could and it's why when the day your period was supposed to come came and went you didn't tell him. Even as your belly swelled with life because you were so selfish that you wanted something— anything— to remind you of what Austin and you had shared. You wanted to be reminded that you were his Little Dove once upon a time and that he was the best Daddy you could have ever hoped for. It's why until that fateful misstep at Cannes and his vicious and unyielding frustration and anger at you for hiding your child away from him you had used her as a reminder of your love.

The thing was, that had never been the plan if you had gotten pregnant, and yet here you had stood almost ready to pop with a baby he put inside of you. The ensuing sex was admittedly on you had been missing, one you had been craving as your hormones had ramped up and made you pine for Austin and the way he would rip orgasms from you even as you were overstimulated. It was everything after that was a mess. It was how you didn't come to Budapest and how you gave birth to your daughter alone. It was in how Austin showed a side to him you never thought was possible. How he murmured in your ear about how Elvis had lost his divorce and how Austin would avenge him with this custody agreement. You could claim all you want that Loretta wasn't his, but DNA didn't lie. A 50/50 split is what they granted but he was the primary custody holder. After all, he was older, and he was in a better position than you.

Except you both have complicated jobs that take you out of the country and sometimes the 50/50 is more like 60/40 depending on who's filming what and right now you're the one booked outside of the country for what promises to be a fairly long shoot. It means Austin gets her and it means you have to drop her off where he's filming in Canada. What you don't expect is a snowstorm to trap you for multiple days and for every hotel to be booked solid to where you had to ask Austin if you could stay with him.

"Aren't you lucky there's a guest bedroom?" He smirked after you asked as if you hadn't accidentally fallen into bed with him more than once during handoffs like this. As if the thought of his body keeping you warm at night didn't make your toes curl and have your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You remembered saying something sarcastic in response and watching as his head tilted in a way that usually spelled you being pressed up against a wall before you both heard your daughter's voice and turned to face her.

For all people argue that kids can be a bit of a cockblock sometimes with how they need to be all in your business, you can't help but be thankful for Loretta's interruptions throughout the day even as Austin's gaze turned dark more than once and you got a workout with your thighs from clenching them so hard. She has to go to bed sometimes and you are left with your thoughts in the guest bedroom. It's far enough away that Austin shouldn't be able to hear you if you do anything and yet there's a part of you that worries.

You don't know why, it's not any of Austin's business if you want to touch yourself, if you want to play with yourself in his guest bedroom. You're a grown woman and he's a grown man, just because you had been together once upon a time didn't mean that he had any say it what you did now. He was just Austin Butler, father of your daughter, not Austin Butler, your Daddy. Your Daddy who would take such good care of you, who would be next to you right now, his hands gliding across your skin, teasing you and wrenching sighs and gasps from your lips before he had even properly touched you.

It's been happening more frequently, your fantasies drifting to Austin and what the two of you had during the filming of Elvis. You'd think after almost four years you wouldn't but maybe it's the fact that like two magnets you and Austin always seem to be drawn together. You hate him, hate what he's done to your life and how he couldn't simply just let you run off with Loretta into the sunset. Yet, you love him in almost equal measure and it's so infuriating to love someone who you left willingly. It's infuriating to know that Austin doesn't feel the same way, how could he after you had hid your daughter until you were so far along that you really shouldn't have been at Cannes. How could he after you tried to keep her from him after she was born. No, your frequent incidents of falling into bed with one another were merely a consequence of knowing each other intimately and craving someone who you don't have to teach how to pleasure you.

You can't sleep, the throbbing between your legs a constant thump thump thump that has you on edge until you finally find your hand drifting in between them. A shudder runs through you as you part your folds, your fingers sliding in with an ease that has your body heating up in embarrassment. Had you been that turned on this entire time? Even after your shower somehow your body couldn't key itself down and remind itself that you did not need Austin. That you shouldn't be aroused by Austin still and yet the proof was covering your fingers.

The one thing Austin had always asked of you— well one of many things— is that you showed how much you enjoyed his ministrations through how loud you were. You were supposed to never hold back, he wanted to hear you as he watched your eyes roll in the back of your head, watched your skin bruise from his teeth and his hands and— how you sought out and were given such pleasure from him. You know you should be quiet, God do you know, but it feels wrong biting your lip nearly so hard it feels like it's about to bleed to keep quiet. Your mind wishes your teeth were Austin's for a flash and that's what has you opening your mouth in a wordless cry that shifts into a loud moan.

You shouldn't be masturbating, shouldn't be rubbing circles against your clit and trying to curl your fingers inside of you and yet here you were. You were doing just that and being louder than you ever should be while doing it, praying and hoping that Austin wouldn't hear your whimpers of his name and cries for Daddy, please. If only— if only things were different you could still be sharing his bed and your shared daughter would be in her room and Austin— Daddy— would take care of you.

What you didn't know— what you were blissfully unaware of— was that Austin was walking by the guest bedroom door the moment he heard you cry out Daddy, please. It stops him dead in his tracks, thinking his mind is playing tricks on him because there's no— you couldn't be saying that and if you were, who were you imagining as Daddy. He should move, should will his feet to walk past the door but then he hears his name whimpered as he's heard so many times before and his cock that had been showing just a small bit of attention to your actions stands at attention. You were crying out for him.

His hand hovers above the doorknob, debating if he truly wants to open the door and see you spread out on the guest bed playing with yourself. Seeing that would be different than how you fall into bed with him, so fucking needy and aching for his cock even as you spit vitriol at him. No, this would be practically intimate in a soft way that you haven't been to each other since before Loretta was even a group of cells growing inside you. Except perhaps he could shift this into something harsher, something that you two are more familiar with now.

So enraptured in the feel of your fingers against your clit and your other hand wrapped around your throat, trying to mimic that press of your old collar against it, your ears don't register the creaking of the door and Austin's presence until you hear his voice sneering at you while shutting the door.

"What makes you think you're good enough to think of me when you're touching yourself?"

Your eyes shoot open and panic wraps itself around your heart even as your cunt twitches at his voice, practically winking at him in the most inviting manner it can manage.

"I— I— Austin. Get out of here," you stutter out, embarrassment flooding your system even as your body is still so aroused and keyed up. "This isn't—"

"What it looks like? Because I see you with your hand between your legs crying out for Daddy," his eyes rake down your body as he moves closer to the bed. "Haven't called me that in four years. Missing me, babe?"

There's something in the way he's mocking you that has your body on edge in the same way fucking him in anger does. You may feel shame but it's invigorating all the same. You open your mouth to speak before Austin shushes you.

"Little greedy whores who are aching for someone they claim to hate don't get to talk. Little selfish whores don't get to talk."

You shut your mouth once, twice, three times before, "make me shut up then, Austin. Fucking pervert, watching me like—"

The words in your mouth are stopped by a keen as Austin hand winds itself into your hair and yanks just a little, "I said don't fucking talk. Fucking greedy little selfish sluts don't get to do that." His other hand drifts down between your legs and swats at your hand. "You're not doing it right. You know better, whore."

You know better because of every time you had touched yourself with him in a chair like he was Elvis Presley watching his woman play with yourself but also like your Daddy was watching his Little Dove. Your teeth pull in your lower lip before you try and grab at his hand only to be swatted again like errant pet.

"I'll tie you up if you don't behave. You wanted me here, your cunt is twitching for me. Don't fucking move. Or are you too dumb to listen?"

Shame fills you even as you feel a bit of your arousal drip onto his fingers. You should defend yourself like always, bite back with something vicious and end up pinned to a wall or caged up against it but this time your throat seems to have dried up and you can't do it. A shake of your head is the only response you manage.

"Aw, the little bitch can listen. After everything I thought you forgot how. I'd be proud of you but you're just doing this because you're so desperate for Daddy's cock. Missed calling me that, didn't you? Missed getting choked by me, haven't you? Miss that little collar your selfish little self left behind?" He can see your face shift to one of faint sadness and sees a few unshed tears in your eyes and he laughs. "Are you gonna cry? Dove. You did this to yourself."

"Fuck off." You spit in Austin's face only to be rewarded or punished with his hand gripping your neck and squeezing.

"I should leave you like this. But I'm nice even to you. You don't deserve it but I'm the sweetest Daddy you ever had, remember?"

He's right and you hate the fact that he is. Even nowadays when you fuck in anger it doesn't change the fact that he would take care of you and that he could be so much more rough with you. You shouldn't say the words that come out of your mouth next but you can't help it.

"You were, now you're just an psychotic ass—" Austin's hand lightly slaps your cheek before spitting on it.

"Says the cunt who hid our daughter from me. Let me miss out on her whole pregnancy and her birth. Don't kid yourself. You're worse than me. At least I can get another woman? Can your slutty little hole get another man? Or are you stuck in bed trying to please yourself every night?"

You want to retort, you want to tell him it's his fault you can't get someone else, that the knowledge that he could paint you as even less capable of taking care of Loretta if you slept around keeps you from doing just that. But you look in his eyes and see the mocking gaze and it disintegrates the thought.

Austin's lips curl up into a smirk at your silence and he laughs as he watches your hands move to his pants. He wants to mock you more, wants to make sure you know how much you're acting like a desperate bitch in heat but he doesn't. Your silence tells him he's already done his job. What he does do is slap away your hands only to grab at least one and pin it above your head. He doesn't bother to grab the other one but you were obedient enough back in the day and you're aching so badly, you're so wet that he knows you'll do what you're told even if it's not said out loud. After a moment of undoing his own pants and kicking his legs out of them he climbs on top of you and moves to choke you just slightly again as he pushes into you. Your mouth opens in a wordless cry.

"Don't be shy now. You know I like you loud when you're this desperate," he groans, trying to maintain a haughty disposition but finding it downright impossible as your cunt clenched around him. "Did you get work done? Don't remember it being so tight down here."

You shake your head against the pillow as you glare at Austin, only to have him grab your chin so you look at him. "Already fucking cock drunk. Pathetic."

The last word is practically spit out and you can feel a few drops of it against your skin, earning a whine from you. Austin's pace is brutal, practically treating you like a sex doll— a fact he murmurs against your skin as he sucks hickies along your neck that you know are going to be a pain to cover up. You try to bite your lips to keep yourself from whimpering and groaning and making every noise you know he wants to hear but you can't help it even as he coos about you being so desperate against your ear. Your orgasm slams into you as you claw at Austin's back and as your legs try to wrap around his waist. A hiss leaves his mouth as your nails leave red welts against his skin and he moves to pull out only to hear you whine a low no.

Your eyes are shut but if they were open you would have seen something in Austin's gaze soften at the no. All you're aware of is how his thrusts speed up somehow until you feel them becoming ever so slightly jerky and Austin— Austin doesn't pull out, instead choosing to come inside you in a way he hasn't in years. You're still on birth control but your eyes shoot open at the sensation of his warm come inside of you. He pulls out quickly, watching as your cunt twitches and sees his release drip out of you. You look utterly debauched and yet it stirs something inside of him that he doesn't dare put a name to. Instead he rolls his eyes, pulling on his boxers and pants in one go.

He heads to the door and opens it, but before he leaves he looks back to your panting form and frowns, "go clean yourself up."

This wasn't a scene and you both know it wasn't and yet that simple order, that simple request has you in the shower as soon as he leaves and has you sleeping your best sleep since you left him all those years ago.

Austin doesn't sleep that night.

taglist: none because i'm mildly nervous about this one ( if the late posting time didn't clue y'all in ) and everyone can get mad at me later.

[sayitaliano]

TUTA GOLD | MAHMOOD

(please refer to this post for the tuta gold definition)

Se partirò If I'll leave A Budapest ti ricorderai In Budapest you'll remember Dei giorni in tenda quella moonlight Of the days in a tent that moonlight (=liquid for vaping) Fumando fino all’alba Smoking until sunrise Non cambierai You'll never change

E non cambierò And I won't change Fottendomi la testa in un night Fucking up my head in a nightclub Soffrire può sembrare un po’ fake Suffering can look a bit fake Se curi le tue lacrime ad un rave If you cure your tears at a rave

Maglia bianca, oro sui denti, blue jeans White shirt, gold on teeth, blue jeans Non paragonarmi a una bitch così Don't compare me to a bitch like that Non era abbastanza noi soli sulla jeep It wasn't enough us alone on the Jeep Ma non sono bravo a rincorrere But I'm not good at chasing

5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Bay I won't call again Ballavamo nella zona nord We were dancing in the north zone Quando mi chiamavi fra When you were calling me bro Con i fiori fiori nella tuta gold With flowers inside the golden gym suit Tu ne fumavi la metà You were smoking half of them

Mi passerà I'll get over it Ricorderò i gilet neri pieni di zucchero I will remember the vests filled with sugar Cambio numero I change my number 5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Baby I won't call again

Dov’è la fiducia diventata arida Where is trust (it) became arid È come l’aria del Sahara It's like the Sahara's air Mi raccontavi storie di gente You were telling me stories of people senza dire mai il nome nome nome Without ever telling (me their) name name name Come l’amico tuo in prigione ma Like your friend in prison but A stare nel quartiere serve fottuta personalità To stay in the district (=bad area/street) one needs an effin' character Se partirai dimmi tua madre chi la consolerà If you'll leave tell me who will comfort your mother

Maglia bianca, oro sui denti, blue jeans White shirt, gold on teeth, blue jeans Non paragonarmi a una bitch così Don't compare me to a bitch like that Non era abbastanza noi soli sulla jeep It wasn't enough us alone on the Jeep Ma non sono bravo a rincorrere But I'm not good at chasing

5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Bay I won't call again Ballavamo nella zona nord We were dancing in the north zone Quando mi chiamavi fra When you were calling me bro Con i fiori fiori nella tuta gold With flowers inside the golden gym suit Tu ne fumavi la metà You were smoking half of them

Mi passerà I'll get over it Ricorderò i gilet neri pieni di zucchero I will remember the black vests filled with sugar Cambio numero I change my number 5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Baby I won't call again

Mi hanno fatto bene le offese Insults did me good Quando fuori dalle medie le ho prese e ho pianto When outside middle school I got hit and cried Dicevi ritornatene al tuo paese You were saying come back to your country Lo sai che non porto rancore You know I don't hold a grudge Anche se papà mi richiederà Even if dad will ask me Di cambiare cognome To change my surname

Ballavamo nella zona nord We were dancing in the north zone Quando mi chiamavi fra When you were calling me bro Con i fiori fiori nella tuta gold With flowers inside the golden gym suit Tu ne fumavi la metà You were smoking half of them

Mi passerà I'll get over it Ricorderò i gilet neri pieni di zucchero I will remember the black vests filled with sugar Cambio numero I change my number 5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Baby I won't call again

5 cellulari nella tuta gold, gold, gold, gold, gold 5 cellphones inside the golden golden golden golden golden gym suit 5 cellulari nella tuta gold 5 cellphones inside the golden gym suit Baby non richiamerò Baby I won't call again

[thelittleliars]

Love Forever? | Pt. 2

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: cursing, yelling

Words: 2.1K

AN: This one has more interactions with Yelena than Natasha but it's all a huge part for the full story! Also the 3rd part is going to take at least 1-2 weeks since I'll be traveling to Budapest in the next couple of days! Gonna visit all the Black Widow filming locations there 🔥

Part 1 , Part 3

"Cyka" Yelena cursed in russian before she cursed you in english again. "You bitch! Why would you travel to Russia without me?" She shook her head in disappointment, you saw a grin on her lips tho when she turned her head to the side to see who walked in. You didn't see who it was since you were on FaceTime with her and only she was in the frame. "Who is in Russia?" You heard her voice in the background asking Yelena.

"Your ex-wife." Ex-wife, it was still something that pained you but the separation did you good. Your anxiety with all the worrying whenever Natasha went on a mission was gone now. You felt more at peace thanks to the break up. "Anyways, have you visit mama and papa yet? Last time I heard they were going insane to see you again. Apparently they can't wait to spoil you rotten with russian culture and stories of us as kids ugh."

"Don't forget about the baby pictures they're gonna show her." Nat reminded Yelena who's expression looked a mix of embarrassment and panic. "Yours gonna be there too Natalia. Can't wait for Y/N to see your awful blue hair phase."

You saw a shadow coming closer to the blonde widow, then a hand came into view hitting the back of her head. "You little bitch! Next time I'm there I'll burn all of them."

"Let's just burn the whole place down yeah?" A gasp escaped your mouth, even though you knew she was kidding it was something she'd really do. "Yel NO! Also Nat please don't burn any of them." You said sadly. "I wish I had at least a single photo of myself as a child. Hell I don't even know where I'm from, apart from being held by hydra for half my life."

"Guess we're all in the same boat. None of us knows where exactly we come from. Oh oh we can be the lost daughters buddies." The younger sister screamed out in pain after her older sister slapped the back of her head once again. "Try sheering her up instead of ruining the mood with some sad shit from our past."

Suddenly your screen went black, you were about yo look at your wifi to see if the connection was lost but before that could even happen you heard a chair screeching. "What gave you the right to give me that fucking advice huh? How about you stay out of my business with her since you were the one who destroyed your relationship." Yelena was mad, no she was furious with her sister, that's why you weren't surprised that she hung up on you. This was a great time to start driving towards your (ex) parents in law.

You took your bags, threw them into the car you rented, then jumping into the drivers seat and made your way towards Melina's and Alexei's little farm outside of Saint Petersburg. Not long after, you arrived your destination, Melina and Alexei both stood outside already as if they were expecting you. You did not call or text them since it was supposed to be a surprise.

"Ahh finally, my daughter is home again." Alexei walked to you and immediately his arms around your body, squeezing you to death. "I need to breath big guy." He let you go but still smiled at you happily. "Come on inside. I'll show you your room. We decorated a bit, hope you'll like it."

The decoration he was talking about were only new curtains and a stuffed penguin animal. You appreciated their effort.

Later that day when you were outside feeding the pigs, you heard and saw a Quinjet coming. Of course Yelena had the nerve taking a jet and flying to russia. But she wasn't alone. Natasha also tagged along. You gulped at the sight of her standing there in casual clothes. It was actually your first time seeing her in six months. The last time was after the divorce all those months ago. Alexei of course was the happiest, now that all his daughters were home. Melina was happy to see them too but she was more worried about you. At times she was more protective over you than Yelena and even though it was heartwarming, it pained you too. She was like a mother figure that you never had. The longing and grieving of a life you could have had nearly destroyed you whenever you think deeply about it.

"Natasha I need a little help in the kitchen." Was all she said before going inside and the red head trailing after her like a good god. Yelena and dad catched up on stuff while you sat down on a bench near the front door that had a great view on the animals. You had no clue how much time had gone by until your friend and sister sat down next to you. "What is on your mind Y/N Y/L/N?" She tried to get you talking by saying your whole name as teasing but you were starting to feel numb so nothing would bother you anyways.

"As you'd say my ex wife." Seeing her after all this time stirred up a lot of thoughts in you. "What about her precisely?"

You sighed quietly. "I don't know. I guess it's just us in general and how we ended up here." It wasn't a lie but also not the whole truth either. You didn't want to talk in details since you knew it would get you in a vulnerable state. "She was a bitch for demanding that divorce.."

Out of reflex you started to defend your ex. "She got trigged Yel-" "No. Don't. Don't you dare make excuses for her." Yelena cut you off fast. She hated you for defending Natasha in this situation when you deserved so much better.

"It's just the truth. Plus I'm not as innocent in this situation as you think I am." You could have fought more for your wife but instead you signed the divorce papers quick. Probably because of the things that happened before the accident. "Natasha and I had a pretty nasty fight right before she got called on a mission and got her head injury." You paused for a minute. "If I'm being honest.. our marriage was falling apart anyways."

Yelena gaped at you. "I don't understand Natasha always talked so highly of you." You wished that was true, you wished all the good she found in you was actually good.

"I told you this was going to happen!" You yell at her, feeling angry and betrayed that she didn't listen to you. "And yet you ignored me and continue doing it anyways." Natasha hates herself for not listening to you but she'd never admit that out loud. Instead she blames you for everything, she knows it is wrong but it's difficult for her being truthful and vulnerable right now. "This wouldn't have happened if you were more open to the idea of being more affectioned in public. Maybe then he'd have known that I'm not single!"

"He kissed you. Because you kept flirting with him to get what you want.. you're an avenger for gods sake! You can get anything you want just by asking Tony or any of us." You stop yourself from getting even more louder. A deep breath and a few seconds is all you need to be more calm. "You know what? Maybe they all were right when they said you are a monster. Because right now, that's all I see."

The fight didn't leave your mind, it stayed and harassed you daily on repeat. You knew you guys covered up a lot of your problems. A marriage is a piece of work and you guessed you both weren't just ready for that huge marriage step. "Would you ever take her back?" She asked you softly. You were looking so hard for the right words to say but you fell flat. "I'm not in love with her anymore so I don't know." Though you didn't know for sure you constantly told yourself you'rw not in love anymore. If that was the truth then why did you panic when a knock came from the door frame? Why did your heart beat faster when you saw it was Natasha who knocked?

"Dinner is ready." Her voice was quiet but still so damn soft. While you stood up and walked towards the front foor, Yelena's gaze lingered on you for a while before she rushed after you into the house. At dinner you all fell into a comfortable conversation. It felt very awkward at first especially since you were convinced that your ex-lover overheard what you told Yelena. You were also anxious but it got better once Alexei started talking about his new tattoo shop. He had opened it two months ago and was fully booked out already. You were happy for him, tattoos were something what he was extremly good at so the demand was so deserved. After dinner was over you all three went to the bedrooms which you all had to share.

The next morning you wondered why 'dad' was still here. He explained that there was a new girl who worked at his tattoo shop, helping him out for all the appointments. Then he joked about how he'd set any of you three up with her. The blonde daughter just snorted, not wanting anything to do with romance, but he was too excited for an introduction to notice Yelena's obvious disinterest. Maybe he did notice since he showed a photo of her only to Natasha and you. And that was when something struck in you, you didn’t know how or why but you had to see the girl personally. You asked him where his shop was located and after giving you directions you stood up, turned to Yelena asking her to drive you there. Natasha felt irritated at how fast you wanted to see that new girl.

As soon as your eyes met hers, everything around you stopped, you felt a pull to her, a magical pull that you couldn't control. Your arms came around each other and somehow nothing on the world made more sense than this moment.

"Voi herranjumala." (Oh my god.) She said something in a language you thought you knew yet you didn't understood a thing. You pulled away, still standing close to her, she then put your face in between her hands. "Kaipaan sinua, kaksos Y/N." (I missed you, twin Y/N)

"Please don't tell me this is some long lost love reunion." Yelena groaned in misery. You looked at her cluelessly, hoping she'd also pick up your silent plead to help you out in this situation. "Don't look at me! You were the one who rushed me here and hugged her like no there's no tomorrow."

The girl next to you cleared her throat before speaking up, this time finally in a language you all could understand. "Ohh right.. I'm sorry I forgot you don't understand Finnish anymore." Anymore?? What the hell did that mean? "We don't have much time, I'll explain everything later. Twin Y/N do tell me, have you found your one and only?"

You blinked at her. "My what?" She cursed in Finnish, huffing and what seemed beating herself up about something. "Your, what humans would call here, Soulmate." You didn't question her 'what humans' and just shook your head. "I thought I did but no."

"Tell me, what happened?" Her gaze turned extremly intense, you started to feel uncomfortable. "Well we started to fight at one point and then she got a head injury and et voila we were divorced."

Yelena had enough of this conversation, the pulled you backwards and stood in front of you, giving the other girl a death stare. "Whatever you're doing to Y/N has to stop right now or otherwise I'll beat you up." You knew she was dead serious about it, your sister in law was super protective over you. "I'm not doing anything, it's all her doing. We do have to stop talking so slowly, we need to hurry."

"Why hurry? I don't understand?" She visibly got more restless which stresses you out. "You're out of time soon. We have to find your soulmate now." You shock your head at the lady and her crazy words. "I'm sorry this has to be done." And with one finger snap, both of you were gone.

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[samshinechester]

Se partirò a Budapest, ti ricorderai 👋🏻🧏🏻‍♀️🗺️

Dei giorni in tenda, quella moonlight 🎪🌙

Fumando fino all'alba, non cambierai 🙄🚬

E non cambierò, fottendomi la testa in un night 🕺🏻💃🏻

Soffrire può sembrare un po' fake 😷

Se curi le tue lacrime ad un rave 🎶😢💧

Maglia bianca, oro sui denti, blue jeans 🥇😬

Non paragonarmi a una bitch cosìv ☝🏻😒

Non era abbastanza, noi soli sulla Jeep 🚗 (ok è una barca ma fa niente)

Ma non sono bravo a rincorrere 🙅🏻‍♀️💨

I don't feel well.

[lila-rae]

So we all agree August 26th is that bitch.

Last year he flew to Budapest. This year he’s in Oakland being peak husband boyfriend