#but yeah I’d say this season is off to a great start and I’m so excited for more!!!!

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ughhfgghdhdhdhd HOW am I supposed to wait a whole WEEK for another new episode of ACGAS???????? *cries*

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bitch, i’m a mother! | f1

female driver x f1 drivers (platonic) i like that almost every story i read about a female driver her team ends up being porsche and I’m not mad about it :) so for this fic, the reader is driving for porsche lol also I’m just making up names for the engineers and team principal. also because I’m in love with charlie hunnam, my man is gonna make an appearance

part 1 part 3

Y/N BEING THE MOTHER OF EVERY DRIVER IN THE PADDOCK

“Y/n is so great, you’re going to love her. She’s the best.” Oscar listened to his new teammate as they walked into the Porsche hospitality. The rookie immediately felt out of place with him being the only one in papaya colors while Lando was in casual clothes.

“Hey, Lando!”

“Lando! How’s it going?”

“Norris, hey!”

Lando greeted most of the Porsche team with a smile while Oscar nodded at them. “I hang out here sometime if you couldn’t tell.” Lando joked.

“So if I can’t find you in Mclaren . . ”

“There’s a big chance I might be here.”

Oscar nodded once again. “Noted. Where’s Y/n?”

As if on cue, Y/n walked into the Porsche hospitality with her team principal by her side. Once she spotted Lando, she called out his name. As the Brit approached the driver and team principal, he gave her a big hug. It was the start of the 2023 season and they hadn’t seen each in a while, of course he was going to give her a hug.

“I’ll see you around, Y/n. Nice to see you, Lando, and you must be mclaren’s rookie. Welcome to F1, I’m Adam.” The Porsche team principal greeted Oscar.

“Thank you—” before Oscar could continue, Y/n cut him off.

“I’ve heard so many great things about you! And you’re an Aussie too! What is it with Mclaren and Aussies? Whatever, I’m glad you’re here, Oscar. I hope you enjoy yourself. Have you eaten yet? I was just in my way to get breakfast. Let me tell you a secret, the Porsche hospitality has the best food in the paddock.” Oscar instantly felt at home with the female driver. She had a comforting presence that Oscar immediately took notice of.

“Told you she’s the best. Just wait until it’s your birthday. She bakes you a cake.” Lando told Oscar.

The entire grid was together for their drivers briefing early in the morning. After going over every detail of the upcoming Grand Prix, the race director decided to let the drivers voice their concerns.

“Does anyone have any questions?”

Y/n raised her hand. “I wanna know who banned the pit wall celebration.”

“Anyone else?”

“Yeah, I’d like to know as well.” Lewis added.

“We can discuss pit wall celebrations at a later time. Excuse me, I am needed somewhere else.” The race director excused himself.

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about being banned. I’ll be there like a proud mom taking millions of pictures of you when you win.” Y/n whispered to Lewis as she layed her head on his shoulder.

“And I’ll be doing the same when you win.” Lewis replied.

“What about when I win? I also want millions of pictures taken of me and the exact same chocolate cake you baked for me for my birthday a year ago. Extra sprinkles please.” Lando smiled innocently.

“Fine, win first then I’ll bake. Shouldn’t be that hard unless you got a tractor for a car.” Y/n teased. “I love you, Lando. Of course I’ll take millions of pictures of you when you win.”

It was a perfect day to race in Silverstone. Like always, Lando had his family in attendance. He was in the mclaren garage when he spotted Y/n on one of the tvs being interviewed by Lissie.

“Hey, that’s my grid mum!” He told his engineer as if his engineer didn’t already know. His smile quickly faded when a blonde man appeared behind Y/n in sunglasses. Lando then watched as the man’s name appeared on the tv.

Charlie Hunnam, actor.

Who was he and why was he with his grid mom?

“Hey, that’s the dude from Sons of Anarchy! My wife watches that series.” Lando heared someone say. He continued to watch the screen as Lissie asked Charlie a question about Y/n.

“She’s incredible, absolutely amazing. I’m happy I finally get to see her talent in person.” Charlie replied, smiling at Y/n which made her blush.

“He’s British . . ” he mumbled.

After Lissie thanked Y/n and Charlie for the interview, the camera kept rolling on them as they walked away. That’s when Lando saw Charlie hold Y/n’s hand then pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“She’s dating a British man and she didn’t tell me?!”

Lando immediately walked out the garage and straight to the Porsche garage. He had a strong feeling Y/n would be showing her new lover around so he started there. He soon spotted the couple talking with the Porsche team principal, Adam.

“Oh, hey Lando! I was about to look for you. I want you to meet Charlie.” Y/n excused herself from Adam and introduced Charlie to her grid son.

“It’s very nice to meet you, mate. Y/n had told me a lot about you.” Charlie smiled.

“Yeah, I’ve heard nothing about you. Nada, zero, not a single thing, zilch.” Lando then turned his attention to Y/n. “I think we need to talk.”

“Okay . . ” Y/n said confused as she turned to Charlie to tell him she would be right back. Lando took her hand and dragged her to a corner away from Charlie. “Lando! What’s wrong? Are you nervous about today?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?”

Oh.

“You always tell me everything and now I kinda feel betrayed. Especially when i also found out he’s British!” Lando said dramatically.

“Lando, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but it just sorta happened. We met a few months ago and he’s made me the happiest ever since. I wanted to introduce you properly today.” Y/n explained.

“He makes you happy? Like genuinely happy? Because if he doesn’t I will run him over repeatedly.” Lando warned.

Y/n laughed and brought Lando in for a hug. “I know you would, but there’s no need for that. I think he’s the one.”

“Before you leave, there’s actually one more gift for you and you don’t have to guess who it’s from.”

Logan was confused, but happily accepted the gift. It was the annual F1 secret santa and he had just finished unwrapping his present. A gift wrapped perfectly with a blue bow was placed in front of him. The tag read ‘From Y/n’ in neat handwriting.

“Thank you, Y/n! I don’t even want to open it, it’s wrapped so good.” Logan chuckled.

Every year, anyone who got a nicely wrapped gift knew it was from Y/n. And any year that someone new entered the season, Y/n would give them a gift during secret santa. She did it for Lando, George, Alex, Charles, Yuki and Guanyu when they were rookies and now she was doing it for Logan and Oscar. She had even sent Nyck a present as well, she wished he was in the paddock doing secret santa as well though.

“Okay, I’ll open it, I’m too curious.” Logan finally unwrapped the present and saw it was a Miami Heat jersey singed by LeBron James. Logan almost freaked out when he saw the signature.

“Holy shit! Wait sorry, I can’t curse, but holy shit!” He took the jersey out of the box and admired it. “This is incredible.”

“You love it?” He heard the familiar comforting voice of Y/n from behind him. “I hope it’s the right size.” She joined Logan in front of the camera.

“It is, don’t worry,” he chuckled as he gave her a hug. “Thank you so much, I love it.”

“I think you just adopted another son.” The camera man told her.

“I love all my grid sons equally.”

[lnlightning81]

Ice Cream - Part Three

Series Title : Younger Sister

Summary : Ollie takes you around the paddock for ice cream

Pairing/s : Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader, Lando Norris x sister!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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Lando was away doing whatever practice he had been told to do, and Ollie waved to you as he stopped outside the Mclaren garage. Grabbing your phone, you jogged out of the garage, hugging Ollie as you met him.

“Hey, ready for that ice cream?” He asked, and you nodded 

“Yeah! Let’s go get some” You smiled walking through the paddock. Ollie had found a little ice cream stand so that you didn’t have to go too far or leave the paddock, which helped ease your nerves a little. 

“What flavour do you want?” Ollie asked as you stood in the queue. Standing on your toes to see the signs moving from side to side a little before Ollie rested his hands on your shoulders to move to to see the board. 

“The tablet sounds quite nice” You smiled, and he nodded

“Or maybe the Jammy Dodger” You added 

“I think I’m gonna try the Chocolate fudge brownie” He smiled, ordering, turning you to get your order

“What are you wanting to try?” He asked 

“Hmm can I try the jammy dodger” You smiled, and he got his card out to pay for the cones.

“I’ll pay for mine” you told him, and he shook his head, paying for the cones before you could even think about beating him to it

“My treat. You can pay next time” He handed you the cone as you started walking with him.  

“Lando dragging you out again?” He asked, and you shook your head 

“He’s doing some sim work tonight, so no. He doesn’t like to go out the night before qualifying he worries too much” You chuckled, and Ollie smiled 

“You going to watch the F2 race?” He asked, and you smiled 

“I don’t know. I have to be able to sneak away from my brothers prying eyes, but maybe if there’s someone wanting me to watch” You hummed 

“What if I asked you to come watch?” He asked, and you looked at him 

“Well I couldn’t exactly say no to that, could I?” You smiled 

“Then will you come watch my race?” He asked, and you smiled, stopping yourself from walking any further 

“I’d love to come watch your race Ollie” You smiled 

“Come on I’ll take you to my garage” He led you through the F1 paddock and into the F2 paddock. Ollie talked you through who raced in each garage and if he was close with them and all the little bits of information that you’d never need in your life. 

It was nice to see Ollie in his element talking about racing it’s the same look Lando gets when he’s talking about it, the same look Flo gets when she’s talking about showjumping and probably the same look you get when you start talking about something you love just as much. 

You couldn’t help but smile at Ollie as he stood in the Prema garage talking you through how everything was different to the F1 garages you didn’t mean to be staring at him but you just couldn’t help it. He was just great to watch. 

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked, catching you staring at him. You couldn’t help but blush, looking down at the ground 

“You’re cute when you get all excited about things” you hummed, looking back up at him. It was now Ollies turn to blush as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders 

“Let’s head back to the F1 paddock. Lando and Oscar will be back soon, and I’m due back in Ferrari for some testing” He smiled, and you nodded while walking back to the paddock with him. 

“When did you finish school then?” He asked to make small talk as you walked. Obviously, you started off by dming and then texting, but small talk conversations like these never really came up. 

“Couple weeks ago technically, but I finished my exams like three days ago, which is why this is my first race of the season” you explained, and he nodded 

“Well I dropped out, obviously. I think most drivers dropped out” He chuckled, and you smiled with a nod 

“Yeah, Lando wasn’t exactly helpful if I was ever struggling with school” Ollie laughed at that as you stopped outside the Mclaren garage 

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He smiled, and you nodded 

“I’ll probably be here. For Quali definitely, maybe not FP3” you explained, and he nodded, giving you a hug before walking away to the Ferrari garage. You walked inside the Mclaren garage and through to Lando’s drivers room. 

Sitting on his massage table and stretching while playing your music, waiting for Lando to come back. Lando’s drivers room was really boring, nothing there to personalise it but that was his own choice and there was nothing you could do about it. Jon walked into Lando’s drivers room as you were stretching out your back

“Oh hey, Y/N. I was just looking for Lando’s jacket. Typical English weather it’s started raining” He smiled, and you nodded 

“And he gets moody if he’s cold” you added, and he laughed with a nod 

“That’s very true. Do you know where he’s put it?” He asked, and you shook your head 

“His bag is in that corner, so if he’s brought it, then it’ll be in there” You pointed to his bag, which was next to the beanbag. 

“Thanks” He nodded, walking over to his bag

“You okay?” He asked, checking Lando’s bag 

“Yeah. I've just been standing most of the day so my back and ankles are starting to hurt a little” you explained, and he nodded a little 

“Are you sure? Lando overshares a little too much with me. Says you only get back pain when something is wrong” You chuckled a little with a nod 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Some things just don’t need to be shared with older brothers more than the basic details” He nodded slightly 

“Well if you need anything medical or anything like that, just give me a shout, and I’ll see what I can do to help” He smiled 

“Do you have any heat pads” You asked, and he nodded 

“Yeah, do you want one?” He questioned 

“No, not just now. I just wanted to ask in case I need one this weekend” You smiled, and he nodded 

“Okay. I’m gonna go get ready for Lando getting out of the car” You nodded, moving to Lando’s beanbag and curling up on it while watching TikToks. It felt nice being able to curl up on the beanbag the cramps not only in your stomach but also in your bag, so being comfortable helped the most. 

It felt like years before Lando finally walked through the door and into his drivers room to finally leave for the day. He just needed to get changed out of his race suit and fireproofs before you could leave the paddock. 

“You okay Y/N you look in pain?” He frowned, crouching down next to you.

“I’m fine, Lando. I’m just waiting for you so that I can go back to the hotel and have a nap. I’m not used to these long days yet” Lando smiled with a nod.

“Let me just quickly get changed, then we can get you back to the hotel room” You smiled as he handed you the blanket that he kept in the cupboard. Wrapping it around yourself to keep yourself warm. 

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hi love! hope you’re having a great day. could you write something where the reader is oscar sisters best friend? thanks for reading my message!

anon YES! i loved writing this.

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best friend’s brother | op81

your best friend never told you that her older brother was off limits, but she never said he wasn’t, either.

that still didn’t stop you from catching feelings for him, and you’d rather die than go up to her and say, “hey, i’m in love with oscar, is it okay if we date?” mostly because now you know oscar wants you too, and to be honest, it’s kind of fun keeping it a secret.

you saw him about as much as his family did— most of the time he was away for work, but the next race was his home one, and he arrived a week early. you, of course, being his sister’s best friend, practically lived at the piastri house half the time, and ended up being there for his homecoming. the side hug he’d given you was expected, but the wink he sent your way when he started climbing the stairs to his room was not.

you replayed that moment over and over in your head for the rest of the day, until eventually you found yourself struggling to sleep and decided to go down to the kitchen for some water.

silently slipping out of the guest room, you were careful to tread lightly down the stairwell, avoiding all the creaky spots with practiced ease. you didn’t want to wake anyone up, most of all the object of all the thoughts that were keeping you awake.

though, all your effort was for naught when you saw that the overhead sink light was on in the kitchen, and none other than oscar himself was quietly getting ice out of the freezer. his hair looked unbelievably soft and slightly messy, like he was running his hands through it. he was wearing an older looking pair of gray joggers, and worst of all, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. you’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times, but one look was all it took to notice that he had most definitely filled out since you last saw him.

your mind was screaming at you to abort mission, abort mission, because you couldn’t be alone with him when he’s half naked like this, but when you shifted to make your retreat, you stepped on the wrong floorboard. it groaned obnoxiously loudly, and your eyes met oscar’s.

“can’t sleep?”

you shook your head. “uh-uh. figured i’d get a drink and see if that helps.”

“ah, we had the same idea then.” he smiled softly. “sit down, i’ll get it for you.”

“thanks, oz.” the childhood nickname slipped easily from your lips as you crossed the kitchen and lifted yourself up onto the counter nearest to him. “having a good season so far?”

“yeah, pretty good. good progression with the car, almost got a podium last race.”

“i know,” you said, looking down at your lap when he raised his eyebrows at you. “i watched.”

he hummed, handing you a glass and holding his own up. “cheers.”

you clinked your glass against his and took a sip before putting it to the side. “no teasing remarks?”

“nah, i think it’s cute.” he grinned, taking another drink and setting his own glass down. “my number one fangirl.”

“and there it is,” you rolled your eyes, though his quiet laughter was infectious and you couldn’t help joining in. “i’m your sister’s best friend, obviously i’m gonna watch.”

“and it has nothing to do with me?” he asked with a faux pout, flattening a palm right next to you on the counter so he could lean a bit closer.

“do you want it to?” you rested your hand inches away from his and closed the gap between the two of you a little.

“i think it already does.” his other hand slid between your thighs and forced them apart so he could move into the new space and effectively cage you to where you sat on the counter. “y’know, i almost kissed you in front of everyone earlier.”

“why didn’t you?” you whispered, eyes fluttering when his nose brushed yours.

“wanted it to happen when we were alone.” you could practically feel his lips against your own when he spoke, but you also really wanted him to make the first move.

running on the pure adrenaline stemming from your close proximity to the man you want more than anything in the world, you ran your palms over the back of his hands, up his forearms, past his biceps, and settled them on his bare shoulders. “oz…”

“yeah,” he replied, like he knew everything you were trying to say, before he finally closed the distance between you.

immediately, you knew you were addicted to kissing him. the way his mouth moved against yours, the way he wrapped your legs around his hips and held your knees to keep them there, the way he sighed when your fingers slid into his hair. you no longer wanted anything more than you wanted to keep kissing him even after all the breath left your lungs.

he took his time kissing you, keeping everything slow, soft, and gentle. there was no tongue, no teeth, no desperation. if either of you felt anything, it was relief.

finally.

it’s the first thing you said when you broke apart, causing him to smile before pulling you right back in. he kissed you again, and again, until your lips were swollen and you heard someone move around upstairs, breaking you out of your lovestruck trance.

“i’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered as you slid off the counter, reaching down and tangling your fingers with his and giving your hand a squeeze.

a squeeze that promises subtle glances across the table at breakfast, fleeting touches in the stairwell, and many more late night kisses.

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"Team Sweetheart" and "Physical Therapist" are so gorgeous I've reread them both like 10 times! They leave me so full of butterflies I am positively buzzing! May I please make a request with Jack and a girl who has no knowledge/familiarity with hockey, or any sports for that matter? Maybe just them introducing eachother to their interests/worlds as their relationship develops and it's just nice to be with someone a bit removed from what Jack's life is centered around. Idk if that makes sense please ignore this if you don't like it.

CONNECTION - J . HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x reader

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Jack Hughes walked into the quiet café, eager for a break from the relentless pace of his hockey-centered life. The New Jersey Devils had been having a grueling season, and every moment off the ice felt like a precious escape. The café, tucked away in a corner of downtown Newark, had become his haven. Today, however, he was greeted by an unfamiliar face behind the counter.

“Hi, welcome to Brewed Awakening. What can I get you?” the girl asked with a warm smile. Her name tag read "Y/N."

Jack glanced at the menu, though he already knew what he wanted. “I’ll have a black coffee, please.”

Y/N nodded, her fingers flying over the buttons of the register. “Coming right up. Are you from around here?”

Jack hesitated. Despite his growing fame, he still enjoyed the anonymity of casual encounters. “Yeah, I live nearby. What about you?”

Y/N handed him his change and started preparing his coffee. “I just moved here for school. Trying to get the hang of the city and all.”

Jack smiled. “It’s a great place once you get to know it. What are you studying?”

“Art history. I know, it’s not exactly the most practical major, but it’s my passion,” she said with a slight laugh. “What about you? What do you do?”

Jack paused, unsure of how to respond. “I’m... in sports,” he said vaguely.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his hesitation. “Any particular sport?”

“Hockey,” he admitted. “I play for the New Jersey Devils.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Oh, wow. I’m sorry, I don’t really follow sports. But that sounds impressive!”

Jack chuckled. “That’s okay. It’s actually kind of refreshing to meet someone who isn’t obsessed with hockey.”

Y/N handed him his coffee. “Well, I’m glad I could provide a break from the norm. Enjoy your coffee!”

As Jack took a seat by the window, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity about Y/N. She was different from anyone he had met in a long time. He found himself looking forward to his next visit to the café.

--- --- --- 

Over the next few weeks, Jack found himself returning to Brewed Awakening more often. Each time, he and Y/N would chat for a few minutes, their conversations growing more personal with each encounter. Jack learned that Y/N was passionate about art, spending her weekends exploring museums and galleries. She, in turn, learned about Jack’s rigorous training schedule and the pressures of professional sports.

One rainy afternoon, Jack entered the café, drenched from practice. Y/N greeted him with a sympathetic smile. “Rough day?”

“Just a long one,” he replied, shaking off his wet jacket. “Do you have a break coming up? I’d love to hear more about this art thing you’re always talking about.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Actually, I do. Give me five minutes to finish up here.”

A few minutes later, Y/N joined Jack at his table, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. “So, where should I start?”

“Tell me about your favorite artist,” Jack suggested, genuinely curious.

Y/N’s face brightened. “That’s a tough one, but I’d have to say Vincent van Gogh. His work is so emotional and raw. There’s something incredibly moving about the way he saw the world.”

Jack listened intently as Y/N described van Gogh’s turbulent life and vibrant paintings. He found himself captivated by her passion and the way she brought the art to life with her words.

“You should come to the museum with me sometime,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I think you’d really enjoy it.”

Jack smiled. “I’d like that. And maybe I can take you to a hockey game in return?”

Y/N laughed. “Deal. But you’ll have to explain everything to me. I know absolutely nothing about hockey.”

Jack chuckled. “I think I can manage that.”

--- --- --- 

Their first outing together was to the Newark Museum of Art. Jack was out of his element but excited to see the world through Y/N’s eyes. As they wandered through the galleries, Y/N explained the stories behind the paintings and sculptures, her voice filled with excitement and admiration.

“This is one of my favorites,” she said, stopping in front of a large, colorful painting. “It’s called ‘Starry Night Over the Rhône’ by van Gogh. Look at the way the stars and the reflections in the water create this almost dreamlike scene.”

Jack stared at the painting, trying to see it the way Y/N did. “It’s beautiful,” he said finally. “I can see why you like it so much.”

Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you think so. Art has always been a way for me to escape, to see the world differently.”

Jack nodded, understanding more than he expected. “Hockey is like that for me. When I’m on the ice, everything else fades away.”

A few days later, it was Y/N’s turn to step into Jack’s world. She had agreed to attend one of his games, despite her lack of knowledge about hockey. Jack had arranged for her to have a prime seat, and as she settled in, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The arena was buzzing with energy, fans cheering and waving signs. Y/N watched in awe as the players took to the ice, their speed and skill mesmerizing. She spotted Jack, his focus intense as he prepared for the game.

Throughout the match, Y/N found herself on the edge of her seat, cheering along with the crowd even though she didn’t fully understand the rules. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride every time Jack made a play, his talent and dedication evident in every move.

After the game, Jack met her outside the locker room, still in his gear and grinning from ear to ear. “So, what did you think?”

“It was amazing!” Y/N exclaimed. “I had no idea hockey could be so intense. You were incredible out there.”

Jack laughed, relieved that she had enjoyed herself. “I’m glad you liked it. Maybe we can make a fan out of you yet.”

Y/N smiled. “Maybe. But only if you keep coming to art galleries with me.”

“Deal,” Jack agreed, feeling a warmth spread through him. Despite their different worlds, he felt a connection with Y/N that he hadn’t felt with anyone else.

--- --- --- 

​​As the weeks turned into months, Jack and Y/N grew closer, finding comfort in their contrasting interests. They delighted in introducing each other to new experiences, each outing deepening their bond.

One sunny Saturday, Jack found himself at a local art supply store with Y/N. She was on a mission to find the perfect set of watercolors for a new project. Jack followed her through the aisles, amused by her enthusiasm.

"Do you paint?" Jack asked, curious.

"I dabble," Y/N replied with a grin. "Mostly for fun, though. It’s a great way to relax and let my mind wander."

Jack picked up a brush, twirling it between his fingers. "Maybe you could teach me sometime. I’ve never really done anything like this."

Y/N’s eyes lit up. "I’d love to! It’s really not about being perfect, just about expressing yourself."

A few days later, Y/N set up a makeshift studio in her apartment, covering the table with newspapers and setting out a variety of paints and brushes. Jack arrived, looking both excited and apprehensive.

"Ready to become the next Van Gogh?" Y/N teased, handing him a canvas.

Jack laughed. "I think that might be a stretch, but I’m ready to give it a shot."

As they painted side by side, Y/N offered gentle guidance, encouraging Jack to experiment with colors and shapes. Despite his initial uncertainty, Jack found himself enjoying the process. It was a welcome change from the structured, high-pressure world of hockey.

"You’re a natural," Y/N said, admiring Jack’s painting of a snowy landscape.

Jack shook his head with a chuckle. "I think you’re just being nice, but thanks. This is actually really fun."

Y/N smiled, pleased to see Jack so relaxed. "See? I knew you’d enjoy it."

Their relationship continued to flourish, each new experience bringing them closer together. Jack took Y/N to more games, patiently explaining the rules and strategies. Y/N, in turn, took Jack to more art exhibits and even a few art classes.

One evening, after a particularly thrilling game, Jack and Y/N found themselves at a quiet diner, sharing a plate of fries. Jack looked at Y/N, feeling a surge of gratitude.

"You know, I never thought I’d enjoy learning about art so much," Jack admitted. "But being with you has opened my eyes to so many new things."

Y/N reached across the table, squeezing his hand. "And I never thought I’d enjoy sports, but you’ve made it so much fun. It’s nice to have someone to share these experiences with."

Jack smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Despite their different backgrounds, they had found a way to connect on a profound level. It was a rare and precious thing, and Jack knew he wanted to hold onto it.

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As their relationship grew stronger, Jack and Y/N began to face the challenges that came with their differing worlds. Jack’s demanding schedule often kept them apart, and Y/N’s art exhibitions sometimes took her to different cities.

One evening, after a particularly grueling week of practice and games, Jack called Y/N, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I miss you," he admitted. "It feels like we haven’t seen each other in ages."

Y/N sighed, feeling the distance keenly. "I miss you too. It’s hard, but we’ll get through it. How about we plan something special for next weekend? Just us."

Jack’s spirits lifted at the thought. "That sounds perfect. Let’s go somewhere quiet, away from everything."

The following weekend, they escaped to a cabin in the woods, a peaceful retreat where they could unwind and reconnect. They spent their days hiking through the forest, cooking meals together, and sitting by the fire, talking about everything and nothing.

One evening, as they sat on the porch, watching the sunset, Jack took Y/N’s hand. "I’m really glad we’re doing this," he said softly. "It’s exactly what I needed."

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. "Me too. It’s nice to just be us, without all the noise."

As they sat in comfortable silence, Jack realized how much Y/N meant to him. She had become his anchor, a source of joy and calm in his hectic life. He knew their relationship wasn’t always easy, but he was willing to face any challenge as long as they were together.

With the hockey season winding down, Jack finally had more time to spend with Y/N. They began to talk about their future, their conversations filled with excitement and hope.

One sunny afternoon, they found themselves at a local park, lying on a blanket and watching the clouds drift by. Jack turned to Y/N, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Have you ever thought about what comes next for us?" he asked.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "I think about it all the time. I want us to keep exploring new things together, to keep supporting each other’s passions."

Jack nodded, feeling a sense of certainty. "I want that too. And I want you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what. Your dreams are just as important as mine."

Y/N reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Jack’s face. "And I’m here for you, always. We’ll figure it out together."

As they lay there, hand in hand, Jack knew they were embarking on a new chapter of their lives. It wouldn’t always be easy, but with Y/N by his side, he felt ready for anything. They had built a strong foundation, one based on mutual respect and a genuine love for each other’s worlds. And as they looked towards the future, they knew that together, they could face whatever came their way.

[mushroomwarning]

A sorta long post on why I believe Lightbulb SHOULDN’T win season 2 and instead, the other three should be the candidates for winners

Before I start this off, PLEASE DONT BE MEAN TO ME WAUGHHH I’m just respectfully sharing my thoughts as someone who loves writing and I don’t even hate Lightbulb. I just don’t think she would make a good winner to make the story feel satisfied! So this isn’t LB neg, okay? Also keep in mind, I haven’t seen S2 in a hot minute so maybe I might get SOME things wrong but I’ll try my best to go on with my side.

Lightbulb

To start off, I’ll say it, Lightbulb as the possible winner of II S2 will be the most predictable and bland of the four possible contenders. Out of the four, she’s the one who’s managed to get the most out of the show, new friends, enjoyable experiences, a new pet, etc. She also has gotten a lot of screen time ( I think? ) and is a fan favorite for her wackiness n such. Yeah, she’s a little sad her friends are gone but she could always go and be with them if she just quit.

Her friends are waiting for her, honestly I’d say that’s a prize enough For her story, being able to go back and be with her friends, enjoying her time with them without worrying about the game anymore. She’s shown to be distraught with TT leaves, just go and be with your friends to stop being in this game that’s made people way more miserable. She’s got the winner attitude but it’s just. Boring. Predictable. Something that would not be that fun by a story standpoint tbh, at least in my opinion

The other three, I feel would make great winners in their own ways.

Baseball

I’ll start with Baseball, definitely an underdog and a guy nobody expects to win. That’s why he would be a wild card as a possible winner! It would shatter people’s expectations completely, but here’s the twist…If Baseball were to win, it could possible tie back into his story with Nickel. with Baseball probably thinking Nickel would pressure him to share the prize with him and his thoughts of how much of a doormat he’s been for others, Baseball could make his own decision without others influencing him, giving up the prize and giving it to the second place winner, which could be Suitcase or Knife it doesn’t matter.

THAT WOULD BE COOL WOULDN’T IT? Something that ties together Baseballs story thematically eh eh?

Knife

Anyways, Now onto Knife. He’s different from the other three in that, while he hasn’t lost anything like Suitcase or Baseball ( if I remember correctly), unless you count his dignity, he hasn’t gained anything either, unlike Lightbulb. He’s very much a pretty intelligent and strategical person, very much someone who could easily win if it played his cards correctly. There’s also a bit of a lesson he learns from S1 to S2, due to Trophy.

He learns to become less rash, mellowing out after Trophy gave him a bit of a reality check to the way he acts, even if the way he showed him wasn’t the best in the slightest, Knife learns to control his temper, mellowing out and instead uses his smarts to advance more in the game without relying on others and even gives advice to people Like Suitcase, Pickle and Microphone as he goes on.

He learns to be a better person and would honestly make a good contender for first, to reward him for his growth and change, or maybe second place if you want to show his new found humbleness in regards to his emotions

Suitcase

As for suitcase, while she’s sort of predictable as well, she isn’t as predictable as Lightbulb due to the events that she’s gone through and honestly is sort of the most deserving thematically to win out of everyone. Unlike Lightbulb, she’s lost a lot, not really gaining many friends excluding Balloon and gained mental health issues due to the treatment Nickel was giving her. This game has not treated her well in the slightest and she gains growth as time goes on, learning to stand up for herself and speak on her own.

She very much deserves the prize but at the same time, I don’t think she would care if she won or lost. She’s lost a lot and learned from her experiences in the game

Conclusion!

BUT YES. these are my reasons for why Lightbulb should not win. The others have very nice thematic reasons for why they could win but Lightbulb basically gained way WAYY more then they have out of the experience

But yeah, my ranking would go

Lightbulb- not a winner, Fourth place

Baseball - First place ( gives up prize) or Third

Knife - First or Second place

Suitcase - First or Second place too

[uptoolateart]

Having had time to process the Season 5 finale, and read people’s very interesting takes on it, my one remaining issue with it is…Adrien and Marinette’s character arcs.

Looking at Adrien first...he was on a journey, man. He started out so naïve and helpless, like this precious little bundle of light and joy who wanted to love everyone. You knew it wouldn’t last. You only hoped he retained that spirit even after he was broken...and you knew he’d break hard.

We watched him grow. Strike Back was huge. Season 5 was huge. We saw him speak up and try to take action. That fight with Gabriel in Representation? One of the best things in the show, in my opinion – what I’d been waiting for, for five seasons.

But what I’ve been saying for years is…I didn’t want him to be ‘saved’. I wanted him to save himself - with her support, of course. After all that growth, I didn’t want him to continue to be the damsel in distress. It doesn’t matter that it’s a boy being saved by a girl, this time. Sure, that turns tables, but it’s not enough. Boys shouldn’t need coddling any more than girls. I wanted partnership.

Maybe I built it up too much in my head. It doesn’t help that I wrote my own Season 5 before the TV version started airing. I guess it’s taking me some time to let go of my ideas and accept that none of it went remotely the way I expected. In a way…that’s a good thing. It’s good to be surprised. Just…

I wanted Adrien to face off with his father, knowing who he was. I wanted him to see his mother and learn the truth of it all. I wanted him to get that closure. I didn’t want everyone continuing to lie and keep him in the dark as if he’s still the same naïve, helpless, precious little bundle of light and joy he was at the start of the whole story.

I’m okay with Gabriel winning. I was actually hoping that would happen, because it’s a great idea. It was also such a Chekov’s gun – we had to see it happen, after all that teasing. Not to mention, there was no way they’d simply kill Gabriel or lock him away in prison, because both would have been too anticlimactic after all the drama. We needed something big and we got it.

I just wanted Adrien to be there for it. Not off-screen, locked in a room. And I know, I know, he took part in the battle in his own way, by having the self-awareness to remove his ring in order to save humanity and avert a Cat Blanc scenario. But Ladybug doesn’t even know what he did. She doesn’t know the extent of the part he played. She thinks she saved him. But he saved her, too…and everyone else in the world…and even he probably doesn’t realise that in full, because he doesn’t know just how bad it could have been, had he learned Monarch was his father.

Looking at Marinette…she has spent this whole show keeping secrets from people. Cat Noir really deserves to know about Cat Blanc - how much trouble has that secret caused? Now she’s keeping from Adrien the whole fact that his father was the villain, and that it all revolved around his mother. When is she going to learn that it’s not up to her to decide what someone should or shouldn’t know? That she doesn’t need to treat this boy like fragile porcelain? You cannot be in a relationship with someone where you treat them like a child. That’s called being his mother, not his girlfriend or partner.

Unless she doesn’t know. I keep coming back to this, in my mind. Maybe in this reality, she’s under the same delusions as Adrien and remembers things differently. Maybe she’s been duped into thinking Gabriel was a hero, too, because he changed everything for everyone in it, including her. If so…yeah, that’s really interesting…and horrible….

But I still wish Adrien had been there.

I just wanted him in the basement. Is that too much to ask for??? In Risk, we saw him pick up that eyepiece thing Felix left behind in the mansion. He pocketed it. He was meant to use it at some point, to find the spots on the painting and find the lift and find the basement. It never materialised, I think because they changed plans when the show got signed for more seasons. That scene was meant to happen and I can’t stand that it didn’t. I accept everything else. I just wanted him in that finale.

And as awesome as Marinette was, unifying the miraculous like no other holder before...it kind of showed that she could do the whole thing without him...and I’m not okay with that. She needs to know what he did.

So, now I’m back where I already was, waiting for everyone to realise he isn’t made of glass and he can stand on his own. Come on, Adrien, come on – show them all what we know you’re made of!

[wandas-lovey]

I’m being delulu so i started wondering (¡again!) what life with five would be post-season 3. But like…he’s a teacher in this…

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* after all his siblings left when Reggie reset the universe you’re left with a mopey five

* you’re both pretty sad the first couple of days having just lost the people you love most :(

* but we don’t have time to be sad we need to get jobs!!!

* im gaslighting myself into believing that five and you have a place to stay the first night in the new timeline instead of being homeless 💀

* five becomes a teacher in the new timeline and you can’t convince me otherwise

* and what do you know!! you become a teacher too :D

* five would definitely teach math while you’d teach history (cuz you traveled through time when working with the commission, idk just go with it)

* while your classes may be a bit hard for the students you two are definitely the schools favorite teachers!!

* i mean why wouldn’t you be? the students can’t get enough of the two mysterious young teachers who showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the school year….

* you two definitelyyyy didn’t threaten the previous math and history teachers to quit their jobs or else they’d be dead by nightfall

* I just know many students are crushing on you BOTH. have you seen yourself lately? You look great ;)

* you both find it funny tho cuz they believe they’re crushing on teachers who are in their early 20s when it’s actually two 50 year olds in their younger bodies

* you two wouldn’t be the type to eat lunch with the rest of the faculty. you’d eat together in each other’s classroom enjoying your time together even if it’s for a short time

* five’s the type of boyfriend/teacher who interrupts your class for the dumbest reasons just cuz he wants to see you :,)

“can i borrow your stapler for a minute?”

“i’m in the middle of class right now”

“Yes I’m aware but i need to finish stapling the students review packets”

“you bought a stapler yesterday…”

“yeah but yours works better”

“OUT!!!”

*your students definitely find it cute :)

* after witnessing playful banter between the teachers that was a little too ~flirtatious~ the students get suspicious of what’s actually going on between their math and history teacher

* “are-are you and mr.hargreeves together..?”

* up until this point neither of you have confirmed to your students what your relationship was with each other

“unfortunately we are” you say with a smile on your face

*after confirming your relationship that day, your students spent the rest of the class asking you all types of questions about your relationship

“how did you and mr.hargreeves meet??”

“how long have you been together?”

“did you ask him out first or did he ask you?”

“why did you wait this long to tell us??”

*when your classes switch out and head to their next class with mr.hargreeves they try and pester him too about your relationship

“why aren’t you married yet?!?”

“ oh wow. i didn’t realize that was any of your business”

* you two are the kind of teachers to always be chosen to be chaperones for school dances.

*five definitely complains the entire night about being tired and wanting to go home

*who could blame him. watching over teenagers for hours making sure no one’s bumping uglies is exhausting

“how much longer till we can leave? This music’s awful. I’d rather throw myself off a building than be here.”

“Five…we just got here”

“What’s your point?”

*after a long night of watching over whore-knee kids, you head home ending the night with curling up on the couch and falling asleep in each other’s arms while The Breakfast Club plays in the background

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i have no clue how to fucking end this 💀

also this shit ain’t proofread

[bibellebibuck]

Finale Thoughts

This is a long ramble that I’ve attempted to categorise and form into something coherent - but bear with me if there’s any mistakes, I’m working rn and didn’t have time to proofread🙏🏻

HENREN & MADNEY

I adore Madney and how inherently GOOD they are all the damn time. My favourite straights ever.

I know there’s differing opinions on this plot line but honestly I am glad that Madney are fostering Mara, for Maras sake. It’s a safe space her for where she’ll be loved and can keep in contact with Henren.

I do agree, though, that the constant struggles they put Henren through as they try to build their family is getting old and tired now, let them off the struggle bus, it’s time for a breather.

It’s a testament to how rushed this episode was that we didn’t even SEE the councilwoman at all. She just drops this bomb on the Henren family last episode and then disappears? No follow up? Okay.

My thoughts/hopes on these guys for S8 are; Madney will be left as they are once the Mara storyline is resolved (which I think won’t take long after the whole Gerrard situation is sorted) as they’ve had a lot going on with their wedding etc. I think they’ll be put aside for a while while other characters stories are expanded this season. I think it’s a possibility we’ll get another Buckley-Han baby after they see the sibling dynamic between Mara and Jee. Afterall, it was Maddie who commented on Denny and Mara “getting along so well” “like siblings”.

Henren specifically id like to see more of, I want Karen and DENNY! to have more screentime. Karen’s job is fucking interesting, SHOW US MORE SOMEHOW!! And Denny, what’s going on with his relationship with his dad now? This kids a great actor, give him a little more screen time.

BATHENA & AMIR

Now, Athena was bad ASS this episode. I love BAMF Athena with all my heart, that’s literally my mother. Her talk with Amir was emotional and I think well written (one of the few well written moments in this episode..) but it all went downhill from there. Amir’s rescue was rushed as fuck, I wasn’t tense at all, Athena basically showed up, burnt the place down and sauntered out with Amir like it was nothing. Ofc my girl is capable of this no problem… but it wouldn’t have hurt to have had more of a fight scene, maybe Amir being a little more proactive, then show them struggling to get out of the fire? Idk. Just SOMETHING to expand on the scene a little. I did like “I’m Mrs Bobby Nash” though, hell yeah you are <3

Oh also Yay! May sighted!! Love my girl, wanna see more of her in S8 I miss her sooo much :(

For S8, I think Bathenas marriage issues should be gently explored a little more, i feel this plot line wasn’t properly resolved during the cruise eps? Idk maybe I’m just a nervous child of divorce but I’d like to see some of their trust issues put to rest. I mean, just an episode ago Athena was terrified Bobby was going to off himself, and Bobby literally retired without telling her. It’s not healthy, I wanna see them work it out and get stronger together. I don’t want more conflict between them to cause this though, maybe they just start up a conversation when things have calmed down and agree to talk it out or go to couples therapy or something. Leaving them where they are right now will feel like a dropped plot line.

I want to see more of Amir but I sincerely doubt we will, I have a feeling he won’t even be seen in S8 at all to be honest. It’s a shame, he’s an interesting character that I’d totally love the see explored more. Someone suggested he could be a connection opportunity for the hospital? I like that. Tim, take notes !!

I also want them to stop murdering Angela Bassets hair. Let her slay, please.

BUDDIE

I wish I had more to say here, but sadly… I don’t. My heart is telling me we’ve been gently queer baited once again, but I think that’s just old scars hurting (Destiel and johnlock survivor ✊🏻), my head is telling me a lot of the hype was stirred up by us as fans giving journalists and actors comments a little too much credit.

This isn’t to say I don’t think Buddie is happening, i still have my naive little belief that if WILL be canon eventually. They’re just going to drag it out as long as possible for the drama and possibly to appease Those fans, and the older viewer base who won’t be pleased by buddie canon.

I was very disappointed by the scene after Chris left, where Buck just put his hand on Eddies shoulder. We can say all we like that the shoulder touch is Their Thing™️ but in that situation a hug was absolutely goddamn necessary. Idc about shipping, that man needed a hug from his best friend in that moment. I think Buck needed it too. They just said goodbye to their son for an indefinite amount of time ffs why are we standing here like absolute mugs.

S8 - I want gay Eddie this season. I want it.

I want gay Eddie and then I want them both to be single for a while and Then I want buddie. If they can fit this into season 8 while keeping a nice steady pace (I have little faith after this insanely rushed finale, but let’s give them the benefit of the short season doubt) then I want Buddie feelings realisation towards the end of S8.. possibly setting up canon for S9 or even ending S8 with canon and a cliffhanger.. maybe a good one this time though!

As much as I’d like to see Buck supporting Eddie as he navigates life without Christopher, I don’t think we’ll get many scenes between them at first. I think this is where Ryan is talking about Eddies isolation. He’s going to go to work, be with his family, then go home and be without his family, and it’s at this time that he’s going to be working on himself. To get better for Chris, and for his own mental health. This journey is his alone, and I think it (although a little painful) makes sense that Buck isn’t involved in this too much.

EDDIE & CHRIS

To sum it up.. OUCH!

Eddie is an amazing father, and if you think otherwise just block me. He made a mistake with Kim, that does not make him a bad father. Him respecting Christopher’s space and choices in this ep was soooo healing and lovely to see, he called Buck because he knows Chris trusts and loves him and needed somebody to talk to, and knew he wasn’t the person for that right now.

I’ve seen some people bothered about how it’s unrealistic for the Diaz parents to have gotten to eddies so fast after the incident. To this I say, how are you not used to 911s complete disregard for timelines/timeline realism at this point? Just let it happen and move on, like it’s a fantasy land where time isn’t real. Now, I’m not American so maybe I don’t get the extent of the distance between LA/Texas - but still, I enjoy the show more I think, because I don’t overanalyse the timeline 😅

What I DO find unrealistic is that Chris would call his grandparents and not Buck. I’m not looking at this through shipping lenses either, I’m saying that when Eddie had his breakdown, Chris’s first instinct was to call Buck. When Chris was upset and scared at the Ana situation, he went straight to Buck. And now this, he doesn’t talk to Buck at all before calling his grandparents?

It makes sense that he wanted to go to Texas as if he stayed with Buck he wouldn’t really be getting much space from his dad, and maybe he’d be thinking that Buck/Eddie would be on his case trying to force forgiveness on him while he’s there. But I think he first instinct would still have been to Call Buck to discuss the situation first, to confide in him, ask for help. Then he’d call his grandparents.

For S8 - I hate to be a downer but I don’t think we’ll see Chris this season. At LEAST the entirely of 8a, anyways.

As I mentioned earlier, I think this season will show Eddie growing and healing from this situation and becoming the person he wants to be, for himself and for Chris.

I think there is a lot of potential for us to finally get some Eddie & Maddie scenes, she could open a conversation with Eddie about her own struggles with feeling like an unfit parent for Jee - maybe Buck initiates this conversation, asking Maddie to speak to him?

I hope he will finally be able to put his insecurities about his parenting aside and stop trying to find Chris a mother figure, and accept that they’re a fine (wonderful, even) family unit as they are.

BUMMY / BT

Ooooohhh lord let’s get into it then.

It’s no secret that I hate this relationship. I do NOT hate it because I am a Buddie shipper, or because I’m homophobic (the fact that I have to clarify this is stupid, but the anon hate in my inbox means it’s necessary). When BiBuck became canon, I was OVERJOYED! I was excited to see Buck exploring his identity and enjoying a relationship with a new partner (I did want him to be single for a while originally, but it wasn’t a big deal, the Natalia relationship was barely a relationship anyways).

I initially had a bit of an ick from the way Tk kissed Buck to ~shut him up~ but I’m a bit of a hypocrite here because I don’t entirely hate this trope usually, but only when it’s between two well established characters who know each other well. At this point, Tk is still new to Buck so it did bother me a little. But, we move.

Then… the first date. I fucking hated this date, Tk almost outed Buck and then left him on the pavement like an a class ASS. I lost all interest in this relationship at this exact moment.

In this episode, on this date, we see Buck opening up about his relationship with Bobby as a father figure (WIN!! Let’s appreciate our small victories!!). Tk then gives us “but your fathers alive” which ?? What’s your point?? Why aren’t you comforting your partner right now?

And shared his own experience with having a shitty dad. We then get the daddy issues joke.

To detour for a moment; we all remember when Buck went to therapy and opened up about his sex addiction, right? How he was being vulnerable about his trauma/mental health, to the point that he was in actual tears… and then his therapist came onto him and slept with him. The show brushes this under the rug and even later makes a joke about it. We’ve all expressed our distaste for this in the past and rightly so. Aside from how morally wrong it was, it was also incredibly distasteful in a very real way.

We’re given a very close repeat of this situation in the finale. Tommy sexualising Bucks trauma is not only unfair on bucks character, but also a shitty slap in the face to real people in the real world too. How many times have we been sexualised for having “daddy issues”? The answer is a lot. This scene was Downright Offensive.

It’s so disappointing because in some ways this show is so progressive, and has handled some sensitive topics in such a great way in the past. But it’s really fumbled the bag with this one.

A large and hopeful part of me thinks all these tense/awkward/unhappy/unsatisfying BT scenes are a setup for BT bones in S8. If they wanted us to like Tk and be invested in this relationship, SURELY they’d make him more likeable & more supportive of Buck?

The awfulness of his character and the stilted scenes between him and Buck do feel intentional. And I reaaallly hope this is the case.

S8 - preferably, BT Bones off screen before the season even begins, Natalia style.

More likely, BT bones within 8a, due to Gerard’s return and the tension this will cause between him and Tk.

Most likely, BT bones by the end of 8b. I truly truly truly, with all my heart and head and hands, do not believe BT is surviving to season 9.

BUCK

just wanted to put in a little paragraph here about Buck specially, piggybacking off of what I’ve said about his trauma being sexualised etc.

They have consistently missed opportunities to flesh out Bucks trauma, and he has MANY to choose from. If they continue to ignore this aspect of Buck, it will be a great disservice to his character. I know we all joke about wanting Buck to go through more shit situations for the angst, and how we want him to have a big breakdown at some point but honestly - it really is overdue. I don’t just want him to suffer for funsies, I want his character to make sense, I want him to continue to be massively relatable, I want him to address his trauma and work through it and move on etc. etc. etc.

Here’s hoping we get the single Eddie and Buck arcs in S8/maybe 9 and both of them get therapy, properly.

RAVI

My boooyyy!!! The framing of that last shot, I do reckon Ravi will main soon. They didn’t drop his insane childhood lore, and built on him as a character (while Chim was at the academy with him) for no reason.

I am personally really looking forward to seeing him get a lot more screentime in S8. It’s what the people want!!!!!!

GERRARD

Why did they act like this was such a major twist?? Like why else would they have shown him last episode..

I don’t really understand how he can have been made captain of the same firehouse he was removed from for bullying a crew that is literally still there.. but for the plot I guess we’ll go with it!

I look forward to him finally getting his comeuppance in season 8, but the asshole he’s going to be to everyone sounds less fun.

Let’s look at what we might have in store, hm?

-Racist to Chim, Hen and now probably Ravi too.

-Homophobic to Buck.

-If Bobby is around, no doubt he’ll be demeaning to him.

-And, i fear, if he somehow knows about Eddies current situation, will he make snide remarks about him as a father? Idk, I wouldn’t put anything past the bastard.

I’d really like to see the team take a stand against him though, I know he’s their captain for now and they will, to an extent, respect him (or at least do as he says). But it would be nice to see some firefam crew solidarity the face of his bigotry and bullying. It won’t be realistic if any of them just stand by and listen/watch while he makes shitty racism/homophobic jokes to their family.

Going to be a fun (🫠) few episodes!

FINAL THOUGHTS

As an episode, this wasn’t horrendous, but certainly not great. As a finale, it was terrible. Underwhelming sums it up, disappointing emphasises it nicely.

I look forward to getting back to a full length season that has hopefully will be written a little more in advance than this one was. Let’s be optimistic, or this hiatus won’t be too enjoyable.

Can’t wait to spend the next few months binging Buddie fics and reading all your theories!! And don’t forget we get S8 BTS pics in just a few weeks 😭🫶🏻

Feel free to send me any asks if there’s something I’ve forgotten to mention that you’d like my thoughts on - or if you have any theories etc. I love to get asks from your guys 💛

[rhysdarbinizedarby]

“I Love Taking Risks”

Returning for the second season of his hit comedy series Our Flag Means Death this month, Rhys Darby chats to us about becoming ‘The Gentleman Pirate’.

It was the surprise hit of 2022 no-one had on their bingo card. Loosely based on the real-life exploits of Stede ‘The Gentleman Pirate’ Bonnet (Rhys Darby), Our Flag Means Death tells the hilarious and heartfelt story of the wealthy Barbadian landowner who gave it all up for life as a pirate in the 1700s.

After encountering the actually not-so-terrifying Blackbeard (Taika Waititi) of legend, who teaches him how to be a fearsome pirate – to little effect – in exchange for wisdom about the finer things in life, the two formed an unexpected romantic connection.

Of course, with the first season ending with the pair sadly going their separate ways, creator and writer David Jenkins previews things will be challenging for our star-crossed lovers in season two: “I think [we’ll be] watching… both reorient themselves. This is their first love… You’re rocked when that happens. You go into a crisis.” With the second season premiering this month, picking up a short time after the first, Darby sat down with FOXTEL magazine to give us the lowdown.

What’s your take on ‘The Gentleman Pirate’?

It’s an interesting role because this is a guy who has a midlife crisis, leaves his wife and kids, just runs out in the middle of the night and creates a pirate crew, heads off into the sunset. And in order to sort of get to grips with who would do that, you need to have someone play the role that you’ve got to root for but, at the same time, you go, ‘Is he crazy? Why has he done this? Does he not love his wife and kids?’ So, you know, I did a bit of reading about him and tried to get into that mindset as to why he would do such a thing. And I think what I got to was just midlife crisis and boredom, and he had the wealth to change his life.

Are you a risk-taker yourself?

I love taking risks; I could drop everything and suddenly fly to Mars, but I’d be sitting in the spaceship before launch and thinking about my kids and I would have opened the door and run back to them.

So there was something there, some deep-seated darkness in his soul that led him to that point. He’s a complicated guy. I’m glad I had to rise to the challenge and try to pull that off.

Will Stede ever be respected by his crew, do you think?

Yes. I think he will be. People did respect him eventually because he did become a decent pirate. If you look in the annals of the pirates and all the booty they took, there’s lists of who did the best and all that kind of stuff, and Stede’s up there.

Do you think he had any regrets about choosing that life in the end?

That’s a good question. If I was to guess I would say no, because he wanted the adventure. He regretted, in the end, not taking the pardon when he could have – the King put out a pardon and he said, ‘If any of you pirates come in and drop your swords now, you’ll be spared.’ A lot of them did sign that they would do it and then just went back to pirating.

Even in the end, Stede tried to get out of it – he really begged and pleaded and wrote letters to the King saying, ‘Please, I’ll do anything.’ But they wanted to make an example of him: it doesn’t matter how wealthy you are, you do what you did, you’re gonna hang. So they got him in the end. But they won’t get me!

You seem to have a knack for picking great roles. What does your process entail?

Yeah, it depends what you’re doing. You know, I’m not at a point where offers are rolling in left, right and centre. So you still do things because you need the money. But I’ve been lucky that my uniqueness has only really gifted me roles that suit me, for the most part. Usually they’re smaller roles and I do a lot of guest starring on comedy shows. Also, I have been lucky enough to do a lot of voicework through various animation channels and video games and things.

A few years ago, people started to realise that, and it’s through working with Taika and a few others in the comedy industry, that if you’re going to hire me, he’s going to give you a bit more than what’s on the paper. And he’s going to do it in his manner and his way, and that’s what you’re sort of paying for.

And so that meant that I wouldn’t get a lot of roles, but the ones that I did do, I would always shine in. So thank you, universe, for giving me anything.

Source: Foxtel Magazine Australia (October issue)

[ladylooch]

a fic where the reader face rides nico?

A/N: Babe, say less.

Part of What My World Spins Around AU because I really needed some Nico fluff. Hope you don’t mind!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content

I’m in the kitchen on a random Thursday night in the middle of the season. Nico is with Lucie in her room, feeding her a bottle while I load the remaining dishes from dinner into the dishwasher. I can hear my husband on the monitor, soothing Lucie’s distressed noises. 

“Baby.” Nico sighs to her, exasperation beginning to lace his voice. He’s been trying to feed her for the last fifteen minutes but she’s fighting tooth and nail between eating and falling asleep. “Do you just want to sleep then?” Nico asks. I pop a detergent tab into the dishwasher, then press the start button. I move to watch as Nico sets her bottle on the dresser to his right, then pulls Lucie tight against his chest. His feet begin to sway the rocker a bit faster, rubbing at her back and placing his lips against her forehead. “I get it, Lu. I’d rather have mama’s boobs too.”

An amused smile pulls at my lips.

He looks so sexy being a dad to our daughter. Has since day one when he held her against his bare chest.

I begin to wipe down the kitchen counters, listening to Nico quietly whisper to our daughter. Most of the time, he relay hockey plays to her from his pervious games, but tonight is different. Nico will leave on his longest road trip of the year tomorrow afternoon and his girls are more than a little sad about it. It’s been awhile since he was gone for more than a few days at a time. This ten day trip will feel like a lifetime due to the number of miles and time zones between us.

A heavy sigh falls from my lips as I imagine our goodbye tomorrow. 

“Oof. That was a big one.” Nico murmurs, coming behind me, guiding me into the front of his body.

“Yeah.”

“What’s up?”

“You know what’s up. You feel the same way I do about tomorrow.”

His fingers come around my waist, pressing into the faded stretch marks. He stokes across them, leaving thrilling waves rolling in my stomach. What used to be an insecurity, Nico has turned into foreplay.

“I already miss you. You know that, no?”

“I do.” I respond, turning the light off above the gas range.

“Can I help?”

“Yeah, if you could put the leftovers from dinner away that would be great.”

“Sure. I’ll switch the laundry too.” He murmurs, reaching into the cabinet to pull out a stemless wine glass. He grabs the bottle of Pinot Grigio from the fridge, pouring me a large glass. After he puts it in my hand, he turns my hips towards the hallway. “Now go to our room. I’ll be in soon.”

“I still need to wash the bottles that wouldn’t fit.”

“I will. Go. Do all the skincare.” He waves his hand at me, heading to the sink to begin filling it with hot water. I take a few steps out of the kitchen, then turn, leaning against the wall. I cross my arms over my chest, watching as the muscles of his back and arms work on cleaning our daughter’s bottles. This is when I love Nico the most- doing small things for our little family. “Baby, go.” He calls back to me after a few moments.

“How do you know I’m still here?” I ask, pushing off from the wall.

“I just do.” He still doesn’t turn, just keeps scrubbing bottle pieces.

I roll my eyes teasingly at the back of his head then make my way down to our bedroom. I do the full skincare like Nico suggests, taking the time to do a calming mask and smear all my creams and serums on. My skin is glowing and happy as I pull on one of Nico’s shirts for my pajamas in our large closet. I flip the light off, pausing in the doorway when I see Nico sitting on the end of our bed, staring at me.

“Hi?” I question, holding the trim in the doorway, looking at him with cautious eyes.

“Hi.” 

“What’s up?” I ask as I walk towards him. 

“Remember when we were on vacation in Paris?” He starts as I step between his wide-set thighs. 

“Which time?”

“Media tour time.” 

“Ah, yes.” My eyes widen a bit at him.

“What did you immediately think of?” 

“Our hotel room.”

“Where we were doing what?”

“Nico.”

“Babe.” He smirks up at me, fingers brushing along the backs of my thighs. He grabs two large handfuls of my ass, squeezing. I fall forward and his lips press against my abdomen.

“When I sat on your face.”

“Yeah. I was thinking… we should do that tonight.” My eyes close as he removes one of his hands from my ass to lift his t-shirt on me. “Wanna taste you before I go on the road.” I was honestly exhausted before I came in here, but his touch and words are awakening a need in me. His fingers move up to the waistband of my panties, hooking through and nudging them off my hips. They pool on the floor at my feet. Nico encourages my right leg up, then my left until I’m straddling his lap.

I slowly lower my face to his, pressing our lips together in a soft kiss. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. His hands go to my hips, rolling them into where he is hard against my inner thigh.

“Maybe I want that instead?” I whisper against his mouth.

“Maybe you’ll get it later.” 

“If I’m good?” Nico smiles into our next kiss. Then he breaks it by laying on his back. I move to take my shirt off but he pauses my hands, shaking his head.

“No. I want that on you.” It’s a shirt I wore all the time when I started staying over early in our relationship. Back when we didn’t have a baby or a million responsibilities and we forgot the world in Nico’s apartment. Some things have changed, but how much we want each other really hasn’t. It just takes a little more planning these days, except tonight.

Tonight, it’s spontaneous combustion.

Nico guides my hips up his body until I’m over his face. He grins up at me as he moves the shirt to bunch around my hips. I grab a fistful of the fabric to keep it up. I admire the view of him. He looks so good down there- an NHL captain ready to feast on his last night in town. I think of the women who wait in his hotel lobbies across North America, hoping for a piece of him. His tongue comes out, connecting with my clit and I exhale in pure joy. They’ll never have him like this. He’ll never worship the ground they walk on like me. Because I gave him his whole world four months ago.

My confidence is high. I moan loudly, letting my head fall back, hair dancing down my back. It’s long enough that it brushes Nico’s hand on my right hip. He release it, giving the ends of my hair a gentle tug. His tongue swirls into a steady circle, putting the right kind of pressure to build. 

“Mmm.” I hum appreciatively. I lick my lips, looking back down at him. His brown eyes are liquid goo. I rake my right hand through his locks, holding his scalp for balance as I gently roll my hips into his mouth. His cheeks tighten as he encloses his mouth over my clit and begins a light suction. Our eyes stay connected, making everything hotter. “I love you.” I moan as his tongue separates my folds again, swiping along my clit in the right way. “Damn, Neeks.”

His hands on my hips encourage them to roll along his face. I do so, moaning at the delectable pressure of it all. My muscles clench around the emptiness. A whine comes out of my lips as Nico notices then works two fingers into my entrance. I roll my hips again, fucking his fingers and his face. Nico groans encouragingly as I lean back, groping at his hard erection. 

“Fuck baby. You’re so wet.” He tells me, then attaches his lips back onto my bundle. I rotate again and again, working myself to the ultimate release. I come loudly against Nico’s face, shuttering and shaking while wetness glides down his fingers, dripping onto his bare chest. Nico places open mouthed kisses on my folds, gently working me down from my high. Eventually, he releases my hips to let me sit on his chest. His fingers trail gently over my butt and up my spine to my mid-back then down again.

“That was better than Paris.” I admit with a satisfied smile on my face.

“Way better.” I put my hand in the bottom of my t-shirt, then wipe it across Nico’s mouth to take me off of him. We both laugh, then separately bite our lips.

“Wish you could come on the road with me. Have you this way after every game…” He trails off, fingerprints perusing the top of my thigh.

“Me too. Room service every night… Waking up to your face every morning.” I work my butt off his chest so I can lay next to him instead. He rolls onto his side, guiding our legs to tangle together. His lips come to mine, pressing feathery, tender kisses there until my eyes close and I sigh into his mouth. I reach down to his shorts to give his erection a squeeze.

“I’m good tonight.” He says. “Only about you.” These nights are rare, but I accept his choice, moving my hand to his hip instead. “I can’t imagine living without this.” He repeats what he has consistently told me since the early days of our relationship. “Every day it gets better with you, babe.”

I nod in agreement, pressing my cheek to his chest so we can settle into a bit more quiet. His fingers weave lines along my back, bunching up his shirt on me as he does. Nico is falling asleep quickly. His hand stops moving against my lower back as soft breaths fill the space above my head.

I stay up longer, listening to the slow thumping of his heartbeat knowing everything is perfect.

[moonlightspencie]

i know i’ll pay for it

Part 4 of ‘the sweetest con’

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: dramaaaaaaa in this chapter

<- PART THREE

“Hey, hey, hey,” I heard her sing out to the group in the bullpen. 

She was greeted with joy, especially since she was bringing food inside. I sensed the too-familiar feeling in my heart creep in, knowing that as soon as she dropped off the things everyone else had ordered, she’d be coming to give me mine. I waited patiently through the soft conversation exchanged between the others, going back to work in hopes I’d stop thinking about her. It didn’t work. 

“Hotchner,” she exclaimed, jumping into the room. 

“Agent,” I replied, keeping my best straight face. 

“Come on,” she whined with a smile, shoulders deflating. “You know you love me.”

“Mhm,” I hummed, allowing myself to let a little humor slip into my voice. “I love silence.”

“You saying you want me to stop talking?”

“Never.”

She laughed, setting down the takeout bag on my desk and taking a seat before I even had the chance to offer. 

“How’s your day so far?” she asked, digging through the bag to get her food. 

“We’re not on a plane right now, so not too bad.” 

“And you have lunch.”

“And excellent company,” I added. 

“See?” she said, pointing her sandwich in my direction. “You love me.”

“Did I ever say I didn’t?”

She hummed. “Good point.”

We started eating, sharing a little conversation and the container of fries. I watched her as she lit up, talking about the latest series she’d been watching. Even in the small things, she was so passionate. 

“The new season is starting this week, too,” she said, giving me a look as if I’d be just as hyper about it.

Based on her reaction, I almost was. 

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I’ve been waiting for so long.”

“That’s great. Let’s hope we don’t get an urgent case, then.”

“No kidding,” she nodded, her eyes wide. “How’s Jack lately?”

I swallowed. “Good. He’s handling everything really well, especially since he can’t fully understand it yet.”

“That’s good. He’s a great kid. He’s going to turn out just fine, you know?”

“I know,” I nodded, not quite knowing how she could always read my mind. “I know, I just wish he didn’t have to grow up like this. He deserved better than running between houses.”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “My parents split up when I was young, and I honestly never wished they would have ended up together. They were great together at first, but they were so much happier when they split.”

“Really?”

“Really. It was really hard at first to accept it, but when I hit my teens… I guess I could understand it all better. I ended up happier as a kid because I didn’t have to deal with constant fighting and negative feelings all the time anymore.”

I was quiet for a moment, thinking it over. She continued when I didn’t speak. 

“I’m not saying that’s exactly what will happen. I don’t know enough about your marriage to tell you what will happen,” she said, sitting back in her seat. “I do know that he’s gonna be okay. And, one day, he won’t be sad about it anymore. He knows you both love him so much, and I don’t think either of you are capable of letting him forget that.” 

“Thank you for saying all of that,” I said, voice suddenly quiet. “I’ve been struggling with it. Especially not being able to see him at home every night we’re not traveling. I just want him to be happy, and I don’t want him to think all of the fighting that’s happened with the divorce is going to be the norm.”

“I get it. It’s all going to work out, though, you know?“

“I’ll take it from you,” I replied, trying to lighten up the room. 

She smiled again. “Good. You should.”

“On a very different note, I got a new coffee table and a bookshelf yesterday.”

“Nice,” she nodded, accepting my change of topic. “What do they look like?” 

“Don’t know yet. I still have to assemble them.”

“You need help?” she asked, looking at me. “I love little projects.”

“I’m not making you build my furniture,” I chuckled, taking a drink. 

She shook her head. “Alright, it’s not a question anymore. I’m coming over and now I’m making dinner just to spite you.”

I scoffed. “You’re not going to make dinner for me.”

“When was the last time you had a home-cooked meal?”

I fell quiet, trying to remember. 

She raised a brow. “That’s what I thought. I’m coming over. That’ll get you out of the office at a reasonable time, too.”

I didn’t hold back a smile this time. “Alright. I’ve learned better than to try to fight you.”

“Damn right.”

She showed up at my door that night with grocery bags. I sighed, resigned to the fact that she would continue to try to care for me no matter how much I tried to reject it. I had to at least pretend that I didn’t want nothing more than to spend time with her. 

She prepared dinner, putting it in the oven to cook as we started on building the furniture. She fixed all of my mistakes, laughing as we sat on the floor by the couch. 

“You really can’t get a bolt in?” she asked with a smile, leaning over to look at the leg of the table. 

“It’s not going in,” I said, not able to stop myself from chuckling at her surprise. 

She took the little tool and the bolt from me, scooting close enough for our legs to be pressed together. I took the opportunity to watch her as she screwed it in with ease, the smell of her perfume almost overwhelming me as she sat in my space. 

“See?” she asked, sitting up straight. “Easy enough.”

“For you.”

She looked at me, suddenly even closer than I had realized. The oven timer started going off, but she didn’t move. 

“For anyone who knows what they’re doing,” she said with smirk. 

I rolled my eyes playfully. “I went to law school, I’m no carpenter.”

She laughed, getting up to get the food out of the oven. I sat for a moment, catching my breath, then followed along. We sat on the couch, utilizing the now-built coffee table for the first time. We were nearly finished when she started laughing to herself. 

“Do you think the bookshelf will be as big of a hassle as this was?”

I smiled again. She had me doing that a lot more often lately.

“I guess we’ll have to find out. I really don’t know—“

I was cut off by a knock on the door. She looked at me with questioning eyes, though I didn’t have an answer: I wasn’t expecting anybody. I excused myself, leaving her on the couch to open the door. 

The second I did, I regretted it. 

“Where’s my family photo album?”

I was taken aback. “What?”

“I can’t find my family photo album. Where is it?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen it in years,” I stumbled out, brows knitting together. 

She scoffed, trying to push past me into my apartment. 

“What are you doing? I didn’t take it,” I said, exasperation lacing my voice. 

She stopped cold, staring at the woman on my couch. She turned to me, a hard anger on her face. 

“You’re kidding me right now.”

I opened my mouth to respond, though I should’ve known I wouldn’t have gotten a word in. 

“She’s here? In your apartment?”

“Calm down.”

“Calm down?” she asked, voice raising. 

I huffed a sigh. “I have neighbors, Haley.”

She scoffed, turning to Y/N before I had the chance to stop her. 

“What the hell are you doing here?”

She stood from the couch, glancing at me in utter shock and confusion. 

“I’m sorry?”

Haley took another step in her direction. 

“You’re unbelievable. First, he’s gone all of the time because of you, and now—“

“She has nothing to do with this,” I attempted. 

“Now, you have the nerve to stick around? Alone in your boss’s apartment. You should be…”

“Excuse me?” Y/N said, finding her voice. 

I stepped between the two of them, facing Haley. 

“She didn’t do anything.”

“And of course, you’re still defending her. Keeping her around when you—“

“Stop.”

“No! You go and run around on me with this girl, and now you want to act like she’s a perfect little angel.”

Y/N moved to stand beside me. “Are you trying to imply he cheated on you?”

“Keep talking like you weren’t the reason,” Haley spat.

“He never cheated on you,” she said back, voice raising slightly. “Why on earth would you even think that? Especially with me?”

“I knew you were a whore the second I met you…”

“Get out,” I interrupted, moving between them again. If smoke wasn’t actually seeping out of my ears at that point, I’d be shocked. “I don’t have your album, and you’re not going to come in here and shoot off vile insults at my friends.”

“You’re a dick. You always have been.”

“Then leave.”

She scoffed again, giving me the dirtiest look she could conjure before stomping off, slamming the door behind her. I stood in silence for a moment afterwards, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart before I faced the person behind me. She rested a hand on my arm, though, calling my attention to her rapidly. 

“Are you okay?” she asked, voice significantly softer than it was a minute ago. 

I swallowed, turning to face her. 

“I’m sorry. You didn’t—you don’t deserve that.”

“I just,” she stopped, sighing as she wrapped her arms around herself. “She really thinks you cheated on her?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Damn. How…” she shook her head, then looked back at me. “How could she even think that?”

“That’s a long story.”

“Can we talk about it?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I muttered, moving around her to sit on the couch again. 

“Aaron, she thinks I broke up your marriage.”

I paused, taking in the fact she used my first name. That had never happened before. I let out a slow breath, then nodded, patting the seat next to me. She sat down slowly, turning fully towards me. 

“I, uh,” I started, looking at her. Just being with her felt grounding. “She cheated on me, actually. Never admitted it, but I knew. I was in the wrong so many times in our relationship, I won’t deny that, but…”

“You didn’t deserve to be cheated on.”

I nodded. “I know. I think she was just deflecting, especially after I found out. Once she gathered that I knew about it, she started accusing me instead.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I just don’t understand one thing. Why did she think I was the one you cheated with? I mean, like, did I do something to make her think that?”

“I think she needed someone else to be mad at. You were the easiest target.”

“Why?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. 

I didn’t stop to think before I answered. 

“You’re beautiful and very kind to me. She probably saw you and how you treated me, and I guess— She probably just thought if I’d fall for anyone, it would be you.”

She stared, letting my words sink in. I opened my mouth, ready to try to make amends for admitting something so personal. Though, of course, my phone started ringing at that moment. 

I sighed, then picked up my phone to answer. 

“Hotchner,” I stated in greeting. 

She watched me, already knowing what the call meant. 

“Be there soon, thank you,” I nodded, then watched as she got up, taking the dishes with her.

NEXT PART ->

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 14 - DREAM CATCHER | Episode 1 - To The Next Season

Ibuki: Hmm… Something’s off.

Ibuki: If I angle it like this… Hmm.

Ibuki: (I just can’t decide… I wonder if I can find any good inspo anywhere.)

Ibuki: …

Ibuki: (TikTak’s also been all about theater company promo vids lately.)

Ibuki: Ah, “MANKAI Company Intro Video”?

Ibuki: (MANKAI Company, huh…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Iv has entered the chat.

momo: Aaaa… I might’ve done something… Iv: whatdja do? momo: I… uhhh… might’ve done something in the heat of the moment

Kar: That’s cryptic

shiki: If something’s bothering you, you can always talk to us, okay?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya In The Video: “Thank you so much!”

Masumi In The Video: “Thank you so much.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Muku: Haah… I really loved the RomiJuli sequel.

Tenma: It really is moving to think back to the first show, huh?

Kumon: They’re the same roles, but it’s really crazy to see how much they’ve grown!

Yuki: I feel like the growth of the actor is linked to the growth of the role.

Kazunari: For realsies. There’s a real synergistic effect that it gives off, y’know~.

Misumi: I can’t wait for us to perform the “Water me!” sequel~.

Muku: Same here! I wonder what kind of story it’ll be.

Tenma: We’ve gotta show everyone that we’ve grown just as much as Spring Troupe.

Muku: …Huh?

Izumi: What is it?

Muku: This guy in the audience in this video… That’s the one who’s Masumi’s fan, right?

Izumi: Ah, you’re right. That’s Towa-kun.

Tenma: That’s the same fan who came to talk to Tsuzuru-san directly the other day, isn’t it?

Izumi: Yep, that’s the one.

Muku: I see that he was able to get tickets for opening day. I’m glad.

Izumi: He said it was his first time actually seeing a performance in a theater, so he was really moved by it all.

Izumi: (He might’ve been a little TOO moved. I never thought he would’ve ended up saying something like that…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Towa: …Tsuzuru Minagi-sensei!! Please write a script for my theater troupe!! I’m begging you!!

Tsuzuru: Huh? …WHAT!?

Tsuzuru: A script? Me?

Towa: Yeah!

Sakuya: That’s amazing! Did you start a theater troupe?

Towa: Umm, I’m planning on creating one soon…

Izumi: Do you have any members?

Towa: N-No… I’m planning on gathering some soon.

Masumi: So what you’re saying is it’s just you?

Towa: But… I wanna start a theater troupe that’s like MANKAI Company!

Towa: When I participated in Spring Troupe’s workshop, I was able to get a feel for how theater is done and what it feels like to be on stage…

Towa: I got to know a little bit more and it got me way more interested in theater.

Towa: And then I actually saw Spring Troupe’s performance at the theater, and I was so completely blown away and moved beyond belief.

Towa: The way the play was brought to life up there on stage thanks to so many different people, and the way all the actors were truly sparkling…

Towa: I realized I also want to be on stage. I want to shine like everyone did…

Towa: Maybe I’m being too simple and this is all just wishful thinking, but…

Towa: To come here and discover theater and figure out what I want to do, I feel like it was my destiny!

Tsuzuru: …Gotcha. Destiny, huh?

Towa: Sorry, I probably sound really stupid, huh…

Izumi: Not at all.

Tsuzuru: I know how you feel because I felt the same way.

Sakuya: I felt the same way when I first encountered theater.

Citron: We very much understand your feelings, Towa~!

Izumi: We all have moments like that. I think just the fact that you felt like you were destined for theater means that you’ve already got some kind of knack for it.

Tsuzuru: I get that you’re motivated, and I’d really love to help you, but when you’ve only got one troupe member…

Tsuzuru: It’s quite the challenge to perform a one-man show with no experience, so ideally, you’d probably want at least four total troupe members.

Towa: So I need three more…

Towa: …Got it! I’ll gather them up!

Tsuzuru: Great. I’ll be waiting.

Izumi: Good luck.

Sakuya: You’ve got our support!

Towa: Thank you so much!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (I am curious about how things are going with Towa-kun’s troupe, but we need to focus more on Summer Troupe’s next performance.)

Izumi: (And although our rank has improved, it’s still a far cry from the Fleur Award…)

Izumi: (The new troupes are all gaining momentum, so we need to stay on our toes while we start working on the second quarter…)

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

[lightininglydia]

The Interview - Drew Starkey

Summary: As the newest member of OBX S4, You have your first interview with the cast

Relationships: Drew Starkey X Fem!Reader, Platonic! Austin North X Reader, Platonic! Obx cast X Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of drinking but besides that just friends! To lovers, mutual pining and fluff <3 also not proof read mb it’s almost 3am 🤩

A/N: I am so in love with Drew Starkey like ONE chance sir please 🧎‍♀️ n e ways I hope y’all enjoy this :)

You shuffled your chair slightly to the right before sitting down, squinting your eyes due to the bright beams from the ring lights.

Leaning over slightly you looked at Drew “ What’s this one for again? “ you questioned, nerves building up in the pit of your stomach

This was your first cast interview

Drew leaned into your side “ It’s the question bowl thingy for Variety… we pick questions from the bowl, read them out loud and then answer them… there’s no actual interviewer so you’ll be fine “ he reassured

You offered him a soft smile, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach whenever he so much as breathed near you.

“ Alrighty guys I’m going to press start on the camera- Y/N if you could do the introduction and start us off that would be great “

You gave a small nod, taking the bowl from the camera man and leaning back in your seat

He waited a few seconds before giving you the 5-1 count down with his fingers

On one you beamed at the camera “ Hi- I’m Y/N Y/L/N “ you let everyone else introduce themselves “ And we’re the cast of outer banks! Today we’re going to be answering some questions we pick out of this bowl! “

You raised the bowl to show it off to the camera before reaching in and picking out a question, carefully placing the bowl on your lap before unrolling the question “ Who was your favourite cast member to work with this season and why “

Carlacia squealed “ Oooooh this one’s good- I think we’re all very curious to know the answer to this one especially considering you’re our newest addition “

A small laugh fell from your lips as you leaned forward slightly “ I think my answer is going to surprise you all… my favourite cast member to work with this season was Austin- it’s no secret that I am constantly rooting for Topper so getting to work with Austin and sort of soften Topper’s hatred for Pogues really made all of my scenes with him my favourite “

Austin beamed “ Me? Really? I definitely thought you were gonna say Drew or JD for that one- I’m actually so honoured right now “

A wide grin spread across your face “ Aww- Drew and JD are a close second but I honestly loved all of our scenes together… some of them are super emotional and deep and it was really fun to dive into those and give Topper some more depth “

Austin laughed “ Yeah because he definitely needed it after the stunt he pulled last season… gaslighter by The Chicks was definitely on my Topper playlist for season three- used it to channel Topper’s inner rage for John B and Sarah “

The entire cast burst out into a fit of laughter, including yourself as you felt your body finally ease and become comfortable within the environment

Drew reached towards you once the laughter finally died down, taking the bowl from your lap and carefully picking out a question “ What was your favourite episode to film? “

He pondered for a moment, his eyes trailing over to yours “ Episode 6… I think that’s when our characters finally meet and everything leading up to it is just so chaotic- Rafe is definitely going at it this season and I think six is probably the worst he’s ever been “

You turned to the camera, an amused look on your face “ Yeah episode six sure is something- also that’s your favourite!? If what I wanted to say wasn’t a spoiler I’d be going on a rant “

Rudy hummed “ Yeah episode six is insane especially for Rafe and Lily- is it your favourite because you got to spend so much time with Y/N- be honest! “ he teased

Drew’s face turned a soft shade of red as he rolled his eyes and turned his head away from the camera

Chase gasped “ It is! It sooooo is! “

A string of giggles fell from you lips as you leaned into him, resting your elbow on his shoulder “ Aww come on guys be nice! It’s not Drew’s fault I’m so pretty “ you beamed

Madison smiled at you, happy you seemed to become more comfortable as every minute passed.

Eventually the laughter and teasing died down, the bowl being passed around until it reached you again- eager to pull another question “ Who are you closest with from the cast? “

JD was the first to answer the question for you “ Drew hands down! “ he practically shouted as the rest of the cast jumped to agree

You playfully rolled your eyes at their antics “ I’m pretty close with EVERYONE “

A few of your cast members side eyed you for your answer before Madison spoke out “ That wasn’t the question! It says CLOSEST “

You huffed out a breath of air “ We all spend a lot of time together but I will say Drew and I have this like “ old people “ thing going on where we’ll sit at each other’s apartments and read all night… like we don’t really talk to each other we just bring a book, some wine and one of us puts on a really good playlist… we just sit there for hours and I think that’s bonded us in a really interesting way to where it’s more than just getting to know each other but more so solidified how comfortable we are with one another- so yeah I guess I’ll say Drew “

Madison cheered as Madelyn let out a soft laugh “ It’s such a weird thing to walk into… like I’ll just burst into one of their apartments and see them sitting there with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other completely silent besides the music and they won’t even notice me until I either turn the music off or take a book from one of them “

Drew smiled “ It was really nice to have Y/n join the cast… I love going out and doing things but I’m definitely more of a homebody and to have someone who not only understands that but actively participates in things like that has been great- she’s really amazing “

A soft blush formed on your cheeks at his words “ You’re the sweetest… I’m not really the going out kind of person like I’ll do it but it’s never really been my thing so to come into a cast like this and to immediately have someone that understood that was really comforting… I didn’t want to feel like I was a buzzkill or dragging the mood down so having Drew really was a lifeline in both senses- I literally cling to him when we go out “

The cast laughed at this “ Get a couple of drinks in her and she becomes a koala with Drew- there’s a really funny video of him carrying her coming to you guys the second season 4 drops “ Chase explained

A bout of laughter spilled from you “ HEY! I did NOT consent to my drunken escapades being posted as a tomfoolery! “ you protested

Drew began laughing, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side “ Oh trust me we have LOADS of those “

A gasp fell from your lips as you pulled away from him, playfully swatting at him “ No you do not! I’m not showing up to this weeks book night if you keep it up Mr. Starkey! And I’ll lock my door so you can’t get in! “

He scoffed, placing his hand on his chest “ Ouch Y/N but I think you forget I have a key to your apartment… couldn’t keep me away even if you tried which we both know you won’t “ his voice was soft, a hint of teasing in his tone as he looked at you with such adoration that your heart felt as if it would combust at any moment

What you didn’t realize was that you were looking at him the same “ No… I won’t “ voice barely audible but you knew he heard you when his eyes seemed to soften even more than they already had

Warmth filled your entire body, wishing he could look at you like this forever

JD cleared his throat “ Hey guys hate to kill the moment but Drew for the love of god pick a question out of the bowl “

Simultaneously Carlacia and Madison reached out and smacked him on either side as you and Drew tore your gazes away from each other, Drew’s going to the bowl in your hands and yours going to Austin who was giving you a very pointed look

One that read- Remember you’re on camera

Drew pulled out the question, muttering something under his breath before reading it aloud “ Have you ever had a crush on any of your cast mates? If so who? And why? “

You covered your mouth to hide the small grin that was forming on your face as Chase let out a loud “ oooooh you’re in trouble now “

Drew scoffed, throwing up the finger directed at Chase “ This is such an unfair question “

Madelyn and Rudy booed him “ Answer the question!” They shouted at him, Madison turning her face away from the camera in attempt to hide the large grin she had on her face while the rest of the cast turned to him expecting an answer

He sighed, blowing out a deep breath “ I mean- I- “ he tried but the words just weren’t making their way out of his mouth

You softly nudged him, placing your hand over his in a comforting manner “ Hey it’s okay you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to- just pick again! “ your voice was void of any judgment or teasing, almost encouraging him to do whatever made him comfortable

His heart clenched in his chest, the feeling of your hand on his had his thoughts racing- his mind constantly on you.

The way your hair smelled of vanilla coconut because of that stupid shampoo you’d left at his house one too many times, how you had the most obvious tell whenever you were lying, The way he’d never seen you get mad at anyone ever- not even when they deserved it because your heart was too kind to ever make anyone feel anything less than cared for.

And how you beamed in such a specific way whenever you saw him- it felt ridiculous to say you were his crush when he was so sure he was in love with you… so in love with you that it hurt

His face softened and all nervousness slipped away when his eyes finally locked with yours “ I mean I definitely don’t have a crush… it’s pretty obvious that I’m like- stupidly in love with you because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I think you’re absolutely perfect- On your own and for me “

A ridiculously large grin spread across your face at his words “ Yeah… I think I’m pretty perfect for you too and happen to think you’re perfect for me- If it hasn’t been obvious I’m stupidly in love with you too”

The cast burst into a scarily loud amount of cheers- all having been rooting for the two of you.

You leaned back from Drew, eyes flying to the camera “ Wow- guess Variety is really getting the scoop today… Netflix slash OBX PR team please don’t kill us!!“ you jokingly pleaded, leaning into Drew’s side as his one arm wrapped around you as the other pulled your hand into his own

Madelyn laughed, grabbing the bowl from Drew “ Hey- they pre-approved all these questions so it’s on them “

The rest of the interview flew by, your hand interlocked with Drew’s as the two of you listened to your friends answer questions- laughing and interacting as much as possible before it came to a close

You gave one final look to the camera “ This was the cast of Outer Banks answering all these burning questions! Catch season four of our wonderful show streaming only on Netflix, May 16th “

Guess this wasn’t too bad for your first interview.

[underoossss]

fall dates and pumpkin pies - s.h

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

warnings: none just fluff and kisses, and we pretend s4 had a happy ending for this.

an: here, have some steve fluff, it’s fall because its the superior season and im so ready for it to get here.  (brief lucas x max mention because they are adorable) I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

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The sun had started to set in the distance while you made your way through town. The last remnants of its beautiful orange light sneaked through the space between the buildings and shone through the car’s window. Fall had arrived to Hawkins a few weeks back, and the streets were covered with leaves –brown, red and different shades of orange coloured the wet pavement. You watched every detail of the new season as the car moved along, both thrilled and enamoured with the cozy look the town had adopted with the changing weather. It had rained earlier, but the cold bite to the air was gone thanks to the humidity that remained. The days for driving with the windows down were long gone, but the colder days gave you a great excuse to wear your coziest sweaters and cuddle closer to your boyfriend for warmth. Your sank further down in your seat, your high-tops perched on the dashboard, their black colour looking more like a faded grey in the sunset’s orange light.

Steve sat in the drivers seat next to you, clad in in a light blue sweatshirt and a black denim jacket, his hair a perfect display of tousled brown waves. He had one of his hands on top of your thigh, setting the skin under your jeans on fire even with just a simple touch. You glanced  away from your thigh  and towards him. Your eyes followed his profile, from the dip where his forehead met his eyes all the way down to his moving lips. He was talking to the couple sitting in the back, always the mother hen. With a glance over your shoulder, you spotted Max rolling her eyes at Steve’s words while Lucas listened carefully. It made a chuckle leave your lips,  it also brought Steve’s attention back to you.

 “I think they got it from here, babe.” You told him softly, a reassuring smile on your face. You went on to address couple next, your eyes meeting theirs through the rear-view mirror. “We’ll be out here when the film’s over, to take you back home.”

 Max nodded. “Alright, thank you.”

 Your redhead friend had approached you while at work on Monday. Her hair in two pigtails and her skateboard under her arm. She’d told you Lucas asked her out on a date and they would be going to watch a movie Friday night. It was something they had agreed to before, but Lucas had asked Max again that morning. She’d said yes.

 “That’s great. What movie are you watching?” You had asked, more interested on Max’s date than the inventory you were running for the store. “You need a ride?”

 “Yeah.” Her cheeks were tinted pink from what you assumed was embarrassment. “Um, we’re watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off at 8pm”

 You nodded your head and clapped your hands in front of you. “Perfect! Steve and I will pick you up at 7:30.”

 “You really need to get a new license.” Max shook her head at you. “But thank you.”

 “Pfft I don’t need one.” You’d told her, “Steve would insist on driving me everywhere anyways.”

 When you saw Steve later that Monday afternoon, at 5:05 to be exact, you told him that Max and Lucas would need a ride to the movies on Friday. He turned to you on the driver’s seat, car still on park, and told you that Lucas had gone to Family Video after school to ask for a ride as well.

 “Did they think I’d say no?” Steve had asked you, a confused furrow to his eyebrows.

 “I’m sure it’s not that!” You’d laughed and shrugged, “Just better safe than sorry, I guess.”

 “If you want to hit the arcade after the movie just let us know, we can pick you up after that.” You added after a glance towards Steve. “Right, babe?”

 “Yeah, sure. Just don’t get into trouble.” He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was all an act. He cared for these trouble-making teenagers more than he’ll ever admit. That care shone through immediately after his comment, when his voice took a softer tone. “And have fun.”

 Steve’s car pulled into the parking lot, right in front of the entrance. The cinema’s pink and yellow neon banner reflected on your window and bathed the car in its light. You looked out the window, at the many people walking into the establishments: couples, parents with kids, groups of friends, all ready for some entertainment after the town’s trying times. “I can smell the popcorn from here.” You mumbled, unsure if it was just your imagination or if it was the truth.

 Steve shared a look with Lucas in the rear view mirror which prompted him to jump out of the car and run to Max’s side, opening her door for her. “You ready?” Lucas asked Max with a grin on his face and his hand outstretched.

 You could see Max’s cheeks blush, turning a soft shade of pink as she looked at Lucas. She chuckled then and took his hand in hers, sliding out of the car. “Yeah, I’m ready.” She said. Then, after ducking into the car to say thank you, the  two of them walked into the cinema hand in hand.

 “They’re adorable.” You said after a sigh, watching their retreating figures. Max’s stylish overalls and Lucas’ denim on denim look. “They’ll be okay, right?”

 “Of course they will, babe.” Steve reassured you, understanding your anxiety at the thought of them being alone. They have been through too much. His hand took yours as he drove further into the parking lot in search for a free spot. “Besides, we’ll wait for them here.”

 You nodded, and cleared your mind from your anxious thoughts. Focusing instead on the present, you helped Steve find a parking spot while the sky above you changed from orange into pink.

  “I’m going inside to get us  some popcorn,” Steve said after shutting down the engine. His hand came up to your cheek, his thumb rubbed the skin there softly.  “You want anything else, baby?”

 “Popcorn’s good.” You smiled and placed a small kiss to his palm, giggling when he got flustered.

 “I’ll be right back.” Steve smiled back after trying and failing to rid himself of his blush. He handed you the car keys and walked to the cinema’s entrance three rows ahead of you.

 You stepped out of the car a  few minutes later, and leaned against the closed door to watch the sky change colours above you. The lovely pink had turned into a soft lilac, and by the time it was a deep purple with no clouds on sight, you heard Steve walking back towards the car.

 “Gotcha a soda too!” He smiled, holding the white and red paper cup up in triumph. “I figured the popcorn would make us thirsty.”

 You shook your head in wonder at him, a smile growing on your face. Steve was always so thoughtful and kind, anticipating your needs and those of others when he could. He knew when you needed him to hold your hand, when you needed a hug, or just a good cry. Even if he was always reluctant to accept the same kindness I’m return, you tried to provide it to him. If only he knew just how deep your affection for him ran.

 “Thank you,” You smiled, accepting the kiss he placed on your lips and the bucket of popcorn. “Was the line huge?”

 “Yeah.” Steve said before he shoved a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. “The whole place is packed with people.”

 “It’s for that new movie, the one the kids are going to watch.” You brought some popcorn to your mouth, the salty and buttery taste making your tastebuds dance and say to no one in particular: “Cinema popcorn is so good.”

 “I had to hide from them.” Steve chuckled through another mouthful, you couldn’t even complain, he endeared you. “Or else they’d think I was spying on them or something.”

 You laughed softly, picturing Max’s horrified face if she saw Steve or you in there with them. Then again, you didn’t think they would spot Steve –it was a date after all. They were probably thinking about the other right now, and the nerves that inevitably made an appearance no matter what. A smile came to your face at a memory, another couple that had their first date at this very same cinema.

 “Stevie.” You whispered, your voice taking a softer tone. “Remember when you asked me out that first time?” You placed the popcorn on the hood of the car, as you shifted on your feet –legs aching from being in the same position.

 Steve noticed the movement, and wasted no time. He put the soda next to the popcorn and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you up on the hood of the car. Being at the same eye level as him now, you had the urge to look away –Steve’s loving eyes were almost overwhelming in the best way– but you kept your gaze on him. He moved to stand between you legs, grabbing the soda, taking a sip and placing it back on the hood.

 “Why yes I do remember, gorgeous.” A teasing glint appeared in his eye, over the ever-present affection. “You practically melted to the floor when I asked you.”

 You chuckled –amused– and brought a hand to his hair. Your fingers ran through it once then returned to your side. “I think you’re taking about yourself there, Stevie. I’d never seen you so nervous before.”

 Steve rolled his eyes fondly, leaning in to kiss your nose. His the touch left the skin warm against the cold wind. “I was an idiot that night. almost spilled all the popcorn, got your soda all wrong.” He shook his head.

 “Shh babe.” You placed your hands on his cheeks, they were as cold as your fingers. “Don’t call yourself that. You’ve never been an idiot.”

 Steve looked away with a shrug, feeling vulnerable. You brought his face close to you, fingers tracing his cheekbones.

 “I just don’t like it when you talk about yourself like that.” You shook your head, but gave him a soft smile. Heart aching at the thought of him thinking that way of himself when you thought the complete opposite.

 A sigh escaped him, and he nodded, his fingers clutching at the material of your sweater. “I know, it’s just–”

 “A habit. I know.” You rested your forehead against his, moving your face from side to side, and offered him comfort. “That night… I was nervous too. Can you blame me, though? I’d been crushing on you for a while.” You shared, making Steve smile.

 “I think I crushed on you for longer.” Steve laughed softly, his hands drifting over to your back until his arms circled your waist.

  “I’m not starting a competition.” You chuckled with an eye roll, then with a sigh you moved your gaze to the cinema. “Being here and seeing those two walk in tonight… it just reminded me of that night.”

  Steve smiled and tightened his arms around your waist, bringing you close to fend of the cold. “It reminded me too.” He murmured, lips ghosting on your jaw and the warmth of his breath making goosebumps appear along your skin. “I got to kiss you that night. ‘Had been dreaming about it forever.”

  “Cheesy.” You smiled, then sighed when Steve placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I was so glad you did. I thought I’d have to wait until the second date.”

 “How could I wait.” His lips brushed against yours in a teasing touch, a breathy chuckle escaped him. You tilted your head and touched the tip of your nose against the side of his. “Look at you, I’d be a fool not to kiss you.”

 Unable to wait, you moved forward and captured his lips with yours –the pleased sound that left Steve’s throat warming your body up against the cold. His lips parted as he moved closer, you could taste the sweet taste of the soda he’d been drinking and still lingered on his lips. It felt like something out of a book or a movie, the way you were bursting with love for each other in the same place you gave that love a chance. Steve pulled back when he felt you smile, his lips kissing your cheeks and jaw until your face felt on fire and you brought his lips back to yours. You felt all-consumed by your emotions, and each caress of Steve’s lips against yours, his tongue brushing your bottom lip and his teeth biting them ever so gently threatened to make all those emotions burst at the seams.

 “Steve.” You whispered, hands travelling from his hair back to his face.

 He looked rumpled, his lips very much kissed but his expression cleared when he looked into your eyes. “Everything okay?”

 You nodded, swallowing hard. “I’m going to sound pathetic.” You confessed.

 Steve shook his head. “Of course not. Tell me.”

 “I don’t know if it’s this place that’s making me nostalgic.” You looked at the cinema then at Steve. “But…”

 Steve remained patient as he waited for you to find your words –his thumbs rubbed circles on your lower back.

 “My heart felt very lonely before I met you Steve.” You whispered. “And since I met you, well I’ve never been so happy, despite everything that’s happened. Hell, after that first date I couldn’t stop smiling for days.”

  “I couldn’t shut up about you after we met. Then after the date it just got worse.” Steve smiled, his forehead falling towards yours. “You’re not alone anymore, babe. Even in feeling hopelessly in love. I’ve got you.”

 “You’ve got me too.” You nodded, your foreheads moving together. “I love you, so much.”

 “I do more.” He whispered softly and leaned in for another breathless kiss.

 “Wanna go out on a date with me?” Steve asked when he pulled back. He smiled in delight at your surprised face. “We’ve got time.”

 “Where do you want to go?” You smiled, tilting your head in question. When have you been able to say no to him.

 “Our second date. That diner is just along the main street so we can walk.” Steve smiled, lips kissing yours softly and moving to kiss you nose, your Cupid’s bow, your chin. “I know you’ve been craving a pumpkin pie this week.”

 “I have.” You nodded thoughtfully, a smile on your face even when you looked back to where Max and Lucas had gone.

 “The kids will be fine, we’ll be back before they even come to find us.” Steve promised. His hands moved to your hips and helped you slide down from the hood of the car. “Indulge me baby, come on.”

 Steve’s smile grew wider when you nodded again, his arm going around your shoulder after you grabbed the half finished popcorn. The two of you walked close together through the rows of parked cars, eating popcorn, until you reached the main street.

 “I kissed you where we had our first date, I think it’s fair to kiss you where we had our second.” Steve spoke through another mouthful of popcorn.

 You chuckled, “You’re right, it seems fair. But I was promised some pumpkin pie first.”

 “Baby, I’m better than pumpkin pie.” Steve joked. “Right?”

 At your teasing silence, Steve asked you again. “Babe, am I? This will keep me up at night, you’ve got to tell me.”

  You could only laugh, shifting closer to his side. “Of course, you are. Better than anything.”

[roguelov]

I’m sorry for sending another ask on the same day

So my bf has decided it is time to start the spooky movie season (I’ve been waiting) and so I put on not really a horror movie but a good campy 80s movie. Elvira: Mistress of the Dark. And it’s a great movie, it’s funny and Elvira is so hot and at one point my bf was like idk what’s happening I just keep looking at her boobs and I was like don’t worry I’m doing the same thing. And then I got curious about how accurate I’d be if I dressed up as Elvira, so I did some googling and turns out I am bigger than Elvira

And of course my Dream brain rot had to introduce itself, imagine going to a Halloween party with Dream but your dressed as Elvira and he’s just like

OH MY GOD YESSSSSS

Dream would not be able to take his eyes off of you. Dream who needs to be at your side, who has a hand in your lower back and warding off any who dared to come too close or stare too long

Dream who definitely jumps you the second you are both back home and he is going to have you screaming for sure

BUT ADDING/CHANGING THIS A BIT FEM!DREAM DRESSING UP AS ELVIRA

You who convinced her to dress up (after begging just a little bit) and going as iconic spooky/Halloween characters and she surprises you as going as Elvira. You are trying so hard not to stare, and just kinda blush a look away

Dream: ‘Is this okay?’

You internally is screaming

You: ‘Oh, yeah it’s perfect, you look amazing’

Dream smiles and says thank you. But as she walks by (and towers over you with her heels) she whispers into your ear: ‘I would hope so I picked it out for you’

She gives you a sly wink then walks off. During the party, she is doing all she can to tease you until you are an absolute mess but she makes it all better later on 😉