#charlie x mal

[insainted]

👥 - Charlie

From almost day one, Charlie saw right through Mal's mean exterior, recognising them for the wounded animal they are (possibly due to her siblings). Regardless of how mean -- or rather, dismissive -- Mal might've been in the first year of working at the Wexley, Charlie kept inviting them over. Mal never took her up on it. Until the moment she did.

Mal has a smooth amethyst permanently present in their pocket, that whenever they get stressed or angry or the depression gets to be too much, they put their hand into their pocket and run their thumb along the smooth surface of the rock. It was given to her by Charlie on her 24th birthday, as an emotional support stone, and although Mal didn't think much of it at the time -- secretly thought it was a little bit stupid -- it has never left her pocket since, and it helps her regulate emotionally more than she cares to admit, even to herself.

Charlie once asked Mal to fix a hinge on a cupboard in her bedroom. Mal responded by spending the rest of the week building her a custom wardrobe and bed, in their spare time, using their own money.

There have been many times over the years that Mal would mostly spend in the Rose's apartment because both her and Charlie recognised that being alone in that moment would be very dangerous, and she'd just sleep in Charlie's bed for a few days until she'd no longer be a danger to herself.

[bruisedboys]

thinking about how luke castellan calls you “lovergirl” and kisses your neck and tucks your hair behind your ears and rubs your back when you’re upset and plants a kiss on the top of your head when you hug him. and also how he melts into a puddle when you kiss his scar and practically moans when you play with his hair, and how he buys you a necklace with his initials, and tells you you’re not allowed to ever take it off — and he’s mostly joking, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t, he is a little possessive like that . . .

[ouiouibaguettt]

WOSO masterlist pt2

you can ask for request or other player who are in the other part of the masterlist!

masterlist part 1 - masterlist part 3

lia walti (arsenal - switzerland)

steph catley (arsenal - australia)

charli grant (tottenham - australia)

kyra cooney-cross (arsenal - australia)

alex morgan (san diego waves - usa)

fridolina rolfö (fc barcelona - sweden)

mapi leon (fc barcelona)

ona battle (fc barcelona - spain)

alexia putellas (fc barcelona - spain)

mary fowler ( man. city - australia)

[suzieloveships]

I should be doing uni stuff. Instead here are my Top 8 Marauders ships plus their variants because why not (I get the feeling many will disagree or at least will have questions) (I'm exposing my OTP)

Jegulus: James Potter and Regulus Black (art by corwnvus)

Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy, Golden Retriever x Black Cat, Forbbiden Love

Variants:

PeterMJ: Peter Parker and Michelle Jones (MCU Spiderman),

Evarlark: Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games),

Narlie: Nick Nelson and Charlie Spring (Heartstopper)

Lumax: Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield (Stranger Things),

Starmora: Peter Quill and Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy),

Bal: Ben and Mal (Descendants),

Chaggie: Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel),

FirstPrince: Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor (Red White and Royal Blue)

WolfStar: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black (art by sophithil)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Two broken pieces fitting perfectly together, Poor x Rich

Variants:

Anderperry: Todd Anderso and Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society),

Captain Swan: Emma Swan and Killian Jones (Once Upon a Time),

Wesper: Wylan van Eck and Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows),

Poolverine: Logan "Wolverine" Howlett and Wade "Deadpool" Wilson (Deadpool),

Stolitz: Blitzo and Stolas Goetia (Helluva Boss),

WolfStone: Jack Russell and Elsa Bloodstone (Werewolf by Night),

Pepperony: Pepper Potts and Tony Stark (Iron Man),

Merthur: Merlin and Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Dorlene: Dorcas Meadows and Marlene Mckinnon (art by likeafunerall)

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Significant Annoyance, Soulmates

Variants:

Tarcy: Tara Jone and Darcy Olsson (Heartstopper),

Dimya: Dimitry and Anastasia "Anya" Romanov (Anastasia),

Tianaveen: Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog),

Merlylie: Merliah Summers and Kylie Morgan (Barbie in Mermaid Tale),

Catradora: Catra and Adora (She-ra and the Princesses of Power),

AppleDash: AppleJack and Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony),

SoftBoots: Kitty Softpaws and Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots),

Zikki: Zane Bennett and Rikki Chadwick (H2O Just Add Water)

MaryLily: Mary MacDonald and Lily Evans (art by likeafunerall)

Tropes: Best Friends to Lovers, Prep x Nerd, Different yet so similar at the same time

Variants:

Orangeberry: Orange Blossom and Strawberry Shortcake (Strawberry Shortcake),

Josibel: Isabel and Josie (Bottoms),

Sunlight: Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle (Equestria Girls),

Agentdiamond: Lucy Diamond and Amy Bradshaw (D.E.B.S.),

Ineffable Husbands: Crowley and Aziraphale (Good Omens),

Alexiana: Alexa and Liana (Barbie: Diamond Castle),

Snowing: Snow White and Prince Charming (Once Upon a Time),

Clewis: Cleo Sertori and Lewis McCartney (H2O Just Add Water)

Rosekiller: Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch jr (art by industrations)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Partners on Crime, Matching each other crazy

Variants:

Butterfly Bog: Bog King and Marianne (Strange Magic),

M&M: Millie and Moxxie (Helluva Boss),

RiddleBird: Oswald "Penguin" Cobblepot and Edward "Riddler" Nygma (Gotham),

Rocket Shipping: Jesse and James (Pokemon),

Dilila: Lila and Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy),

They don't have a ship name :( :Camilla the Chicken and Gonzo (Muppets),

Gigalon: Megalon and Gigan (Godzilla),

KOBD: Breakdown and Knock Out (Transformers: Prime)

Pebill: Peter Pettigrew and Sybill Trelawney (art by sophithil)

Tropes: Troublemaker x Wallflower, Powerful One x One who isn't afraid, Local man really loves his Wife

Variants:

Duzie: Dustin Henderson and Suzie (Stranger Things),

Scarlet Vision: Vision and Wanda Maximoff (MCU),

Polin: Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton),

Huntlow: Hunter and Willow (Owl House),

Fiyeraba: Fiyero Tigalaar and Elphaba Thropp (Wicked),

They also don't have a ship name: Dionysus and Ariadne (Greek Mythology),

Fluttercord: Discord and Fluttershy (My Little Pony),

Janlos: Carlos and Jane (Descendants)

Xenodora: Xenophilius Lovegood and Pandora Lovegood/Rosier/Lestrange/Ollivander/Lupin/any other last name you choose for her (art by sophithil)

Tropes: She is Everything, He is just Ken, Local man really loves his Wife, Adorkable, Weird Girl x Guy that loves all of her for her quirks

Variants:

Eriel: Prince Eric and Princess Ariel (Little Mermaid),

Gorticia: Gomez and Morticia (Addams Family),

Karbie: Ken and Barbie (Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse),

Phike: Mike Hannigan and Phoebe Buffay (Friends),

MickMinn: Mickey and Minnie (Mickey Mouse),

CheesePie: Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony),

Devie: Doug and Evie (Descendants),

Stage Dorks: Jeremy Heere and Christine Canigula (Be More Chill)

Nobleflower: Narcissa Black and Alice Fortescue (art by cutegirlsart)

Tropes: Rich x Poor, Prep x Rebel, Book smart x Street smart

Variants:

No ship name here as well: Duchess and Thomas O'Malley (Aristocats)

Lumity: Amity Bright and Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Jaladdin: Jasmine and Aladdin (Aladdin)

LyraBon: Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon (My Little Pony)

OutlawQueen: Regina Mills and Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time)

Appling: Apple White and Darling Charming (Ever After High)

They don't have a ship name?: Evelyn Carnahan and Rick O'Connell (The Mummy)

Dipcifica: Pacifica Nortwest and Dipper Pine (Gravity Falls)

marylily colour coding hurts my eyes and rosekiller is lowkey all over the place. But it's cute so who cares

[insainted]

When their lips connect for a second time that day -- or ever -- Mal freezes, too surprised to react. Of all the things she'd ever expect Charlie to do, this is the very last thing. And then, as sudden as it happened, it ends, and Mal is left looking down at the younger woman with wide eyes and a confused expression. It's okay? It's okay. What? Why? Why? Why?

There are so many questions screaming through her mind like banshees surging around her head, deafening, freezing her body in place... until it didn't. Almost beyond her control, Mal's hands drop to Charlie's hips, fingers digging in to pick her up. Within an instance, they have her pinned between their body and the body, kissing her, but not slow or soft, but with a need behind it that doesn't often move Mal.

It's seconds -- or decades, Mal doesn't right know -- that pass before her mind becomes own again; it takes all the willpower she possesses to pull her head back slightly, enough to look at Charlie. Her friend. Her friend? Yes. Yes, her friend. "Sorry," they whisper, and yet can't help another quick kiss. "You can't do that. Okay?" It's more of a playful chastising than an actual warning. She takes in a deep breath, sliding her hands up Charlie's torso slowly, watching her. "There are thoughts in my head that I can't express until... things are clearer. For you. For me. For..." Him. "The situation."

Mal glances down, sliding her hands up to her shoulders and one to her chin to turn her head and press a kiss to her cheek. With that, she lets Charlie down again. "I'll wait. For as long as you need."

The anxiety seemed to have shifted from Mal to herself with that single confession, now her turn to stare at them staring at her, waiting for some sort of reaction. Brows lifting in surprise as a look of happy excitement crosses their face, Charlie nearly sank into the floor from the relief of it, held up only by the nerves that still fluttered about her chest from the lingering tingle of their kiss.

And then their face falls, and she knows that all the pieces had come together. It was impossible to be fully happy about a pregnancy right now, but above that... what it could mean for these feelings that they'd just expressed.

"Yeah." Giving her own single response to the single 'Oh.' given in reaction, Charlie's teeth worry over her bottom lip as she watched Mal's gaze dance everywhere but to her for a while before they finally turned to look at her, her grip on their wrist still there as if she'd forgotten she was holding it, releasing only at the appearance of a smile. Oh thank goodness.

Good news. Was it? Closing her eyes as she leaned into the press of lips to her forehead this time, Charlie hugged herself around them and smiled up at them as they pulled back. Studying their face for a long moment, trying to decipher exactly what it was she felt inside, she finally decided that maybe it would be okay to try.

And without giving herself a chance to second guess herself, Charlie let herself act on instinct and pressed a soft, not entirely chaste kiss back on their lips. Letting it linger for a heartbeat or two before dropping back down onto her heels with a smile up at them.

"It's okay."

[butvega]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 — 𝐡𝐦𝐦... 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞?

onde se torna impossível não dar uns pegas no amigo do teu ex.

notas x avisos. agora uma com o monegato. e depois? sainz? russell? max? | exibicionismo, traição, handjob, sexo.

“Cê tá louca, né? Kika, o Carlos vai quicar de ódio.” — você faz o trocadilho afim de suavizar a situação. Mas era impossível.

Kika, namorada de Pierre, um amigo em comum do grupo de vocês, insistia naquela ideia maluca.

Você namorou por cerca de três anos com o Smooth Operator, piloto até então ferrarista, Carlos Sainz, que mexia com os pobres corações de jovens indefesas. Inclusive o seu. Até você pegar mensagens dele com uma loira sem sal, e descobrir a traição. Ou as traições.

Mesmo assim você entendia que fazer o que estava prestes a fazer, implicaria em milhares de problemas futuros dentro da garagem da gigante vermelha italiana. Não existia uma ordem secreta que proibia homens de ficarem com ex namoradas de amigos, ou algo assim?

Mas isso não impedia Charles Leclerc, o monegato, de estar encostado na parede da boate, ao lado de Pierre, com um drink em sua mão, secando todo seu corpo.

Não se leve a mal, Charles era gato demais, e você tinha essa noção. Além da beleza, ele tinha aquele jeitinho cafajeste de molhar a calcinha até da mulher mais séria do mundo. Com você não era diferente.

“Vai, cara!” — Kika incentivava. Ele ainda olhava para você fixamente, um sorrisinho nos lábios como quem soubesse exatamente o que estava acontecendo. Óbvio que ele sabia.

“Olha, você tá querendo armar um caos na Ferra…”

“Você vai contar? Por que eu não vou.”

“Hum.”

É só o que você responde.

A insegurança pesando em cada passo dado. Você deveria mesmo ter tanta consideração assim por Carlos, quando ele traia você inúmeras vezes? Mesmo você estando sozinha, chorando de saudades dele, enquanto ele estava em temporada de corrida.

Não. Não deveria. É por isso que quando chega perto do monegasco, sabendo de suas intenções, se deixa levar. Ele sorri quando você se encaixa no corpo dele, recostando-se no peitoral do mais velho, e voltando a conversar com os amigos como se fosse a namorada dele. A coisa mais natural do mundo.

A música eletrônica soava alto demais, por isso, para continuar sua conversa com Gasly e Albon, ele tinha que praticamente gritar. E aquela voz em seu ouvido… O sotaque francês carregado naquele inglês gostoso, o hálito da bebida de menta que ele tomava, o perfume forte e amadeirado.

Ou você já estava muito bêbada, ou em algum tipo de transe, porque estava adorando tê-lo colado em seu corpo.

Pierre e Alexander sabiam do interesse de Charles por você, e não se importavam em ajudar no rolo. Eles eram amigos de longa data, no que não dependia da fórmula 1. Sempre saiam juntos, cresceram juntos.

Por mais que Charles e Carlos fossem companheiros de equipe, não eram os melhores amigos. E bem… Charles sempre te achou muito bonita. Por mais que não pudesse dizer. Mas agora podia.

Você já sabia onde aquilo iria chegar. Todos estavam rindo, conversando, enquanto Charles estava apoiado na mureta da boate, e você basicamente sentada em seu colo. O braço dele envolvendo seu quadril, fazendo um carinho gostoso em sua coxa desnuda, fazendo seu pescoço arrepiar.

“Tá cheirosa.” — é o que o cafajeste diz pra você, no seu ouvido, aproveitando pra inalar um pouco mais do seu perfume doce.

“Hmm… Charlie.” — geme baixinho, pela sensação que tem com a barba por fazer roçando em seu pescoço.

“Você não sabe o quanto eu sempre quis pegar você assim.” — a força que ele fazia com a mão em sua cintura aumenta, e o calor que você sentia também. Era gostoso imaginar que enquanto você estava sendo traída e feita de idiota, tinha alguém desejando realmente você.

Você não se contém em rebolar em seu colo, ainda de costas. Percebe os amigos se distanciando, a medida em que você e Charles se envolviam. Todos pareciam bêbados demais para prestarem atenção em vocês dois. Você gira seu corpo, fica de frente para Charles, e passa a encarar seu rostinho bonito e bastante jovial: o bigodinho estilo Chico moedas, as covinhas, os olhos intensos e claros. Não era chamado de monegato atoa. Charles era gato pra caralho.

“Eu vou te beijar agora.” — ele diz se aproximando de você.

Era o mais perto que você tinha chegado do céu até então. Ele sentado na mureta, com você entre suas pernas, agarrando sua bunda com vontade, enquanto metia a língua na sua boca com um ritmo gostoso, macio. O gostinho da bebida estava ali, dançando entre a bagunça que era vocês dois naquele momento. Suas mãos bagunçavam os cabelos macios do monegasco, enquanto ele pressionava a boquinha em formato de coração com força na sua.

É aí que ele se levanta, e te pressiona contra a mureta desta vez. Percebe o quão mais alto que você ele é, quando ele praticamente te cobre com seu próprio corpo, te escondendo de possíveis olhares curiosos.

Charles é forte. E você percebe isso no momento em que esgueira a destra por dentro da blusa dele, arranhando a barriga durinha e definida. E se… Escorregar um pouco mais pra baixo? Seus dedos correm por finas penugens que descem até o caminho do céu: o cos de sua cueca. Mais alguns centímetros por dentro da calça jeans dele, e sua mão captura a dureza do monegasco, enquanto ele suspira agoniado contra sua boca. Passa a mão por todo o comprimento em uma massagem firme. Ele era grande. A cabecinha parecia inchada, e havia feito uma pequena poça molhadinha na cueca fina. Ele estava babadinho. Assim como você.

“Pega nele. Por dentro… Da cueca.” — diz palavras desconexas em um francês que graças aos Deuses você entende com facilidade. Você ri, gosta de como ele parece tão entregue naquele momento. As bochechas vermelhas, o olhar tão chapado quanto o seu, a boquinha inchada.

Você o obedece. Coloca a mão por dentro da cueca, e vê o quão quente ele está. Se alguém dissesse meses atrás que você estaria em uma festa de comemoração, batendo uma pro companheiro de equipe do seu namorado, em um cantinho escuro, você iria rir até se engasgar, e dizer que aquela era a coisa mais absurda que você já havia escutado.

Perto de vocês, Pierre e Kika observavam curiosamente o amasso de vocês dois.

“Eles ‘tão se pegando firme, né.” — Kika diz com uma risadinha.

Enquanto na cabeça de Pierre, só se passava alívio: Charles iria dar um tempo de falar sobre você. “Caralho, olha como ela tá gostosa com aquela sainha.”, “Alá Pierre, alá! Hoje ela tá muito gata, tá maluco.”

Charles, por sua vez, se controlava ao máximo pra não gozar ali mesmo na sua mão. Imagina a vergonha. Mas estava tão bêbado, que não consegue controlar os próprios impulsos. Queria te levar pro carro dele, pra qualquer lugar mais reservado, mas infelizmente estava a pé, para poder beber.

O beijo já estava descompassado, você sentia os pulsares dele em sua palma, e os gemidos manhosos entre os selares atrapalhados.

“Quero você. Quero agora, tá maluco.” — ele murmura, segurando com as duas mãos em seu pescoço, te beijando com mais força, e empurrando o próprio quadril pra frente, forçando mais em sua mão.

“Quer chamar um uber?” — pergunta tão entregue quanto ele, que confirma em um sussurro.

Quando se despedem dos amigos, recebem olhares maliciosos, mas nada dizem. Sabem que já era estranho por si só a situação de pegar a ex de um companheiro de trabalho, então optaram por não pilhar nenhum dos dois.

Durante o trajeto até o hotel no uber, vocês eram uma bagunça de corpos. Charles se sentia orgulhoso, uma gostosa com as pernas entrelaçadas nas suas, o beijando até não aguentar mais, enquanto um desconhecido mandava-lhes olhares curiosos pelo retrovisor.

Cambalearam do carro até o quarto de hotel, parando para se beijarem em qualquer parede possível. Elevador, corredor, até chegarem no quarto onde Charles estava hospedado.

Ele não hesitou momento algum em já tirar sua própria blusa, e voltar a te beijar com pressa. Provavelmente já tinha deixado marcas roxas em sua bunda, de tanto apertar com força. E não, isso não era uma reclamação.

Nem viu quando ele tirou o próprio tênis com os pés, junto com a meia, te arrastando para a cama.

Quando ele te deita na cama, você absorve o máximo que consegue do peitoral malhado, com algumas pintinhas na barriga durinha. A barra da cueca aparecendo com as calças meio caídas, e o botão aberto.

Ele torna a te beijar, subindo com pressa seu vestido apertado. Não demora muito a vocês estarem completamente nus.

Charles está sentado na beira da cama, com você em seu colo, com uma perna de cada lado. Vocês se beijam, enquanto se esfregam o máximo possível. Você já não aguentava mais.

“Charlie.” — separa o beijo murmurando. Ele se quer abre os olhos. Está totalmente entregue ao momento. “Me fode.”

Não precisou pedir duas vezes. Charles te fez dele por três vezes naquela madrugada. A primeira na cama. A segunda no chuveiro. E a terceira novamente na cama, desta vez de conchinha, com a voz rouca gemendo em seu ouvido, devagarinho, naquele calor surreal, a sensação de que poderia morrer ali mesmo.

Quando você acorda, na manhã seguinte, não se lembra muito bem de tudo que aconteceu. Só consegue sentir uma dor de cabeça insuportável, e entende que aquele peso em sua cintura, é o braço de Charles. Ainda estavam de conchinha. O bigodinho em seu pescoço te arrepia, mas mesmo assim você consegue se esgueirar para pegar seu celular na mesa de cabeceira.

Milhares de mensagens. Milhares de notificações. Uma foto sua com seus amigos, abraçadinha com o Leclerc como se fossem namorados.

Bom, mas isso era um problema pra você do futuro. Enquanto isso, permaneceria deitadinha nos braços do monegato.

Forza Ferrari!

[fbfh]

Curiosity is a Wonderful thing ch. 10

wc: 1.8k

genre: slow burn, little angst, childhood best friends to lovers

pairing: slow burn bff!ben x fem daughter of alice!reader, previously audrey x ben, mal x ben???? yikes!

warnings: political lore and descendants world building from yours truly lol, I think that's it??? minor angst???

summary: determined to figure out what's going on with ben, you remember that many paws make light work.

song recs: dirty paws - of monsters and men, hartebeest - yaelokre, a world of my own - kathryn beaumont

a/n: HI HELLO DADDIES HELLO MY DADDIES HI HELLO also I started watching it's always sunny and every goddamn thing out of charlie's mouth is a vocal stim. I can't go more than two seconds without going HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY. LOOK AT ME GIVE ME EYES. COOL YOUR JETS. NOW GET OUTTA HERE. I love him.

ALSO!!!!!!!! happy 23rd b-day to meself!!!! does a little jester dance while I simultaneously give a thumbs down from the king chair, opening a trapped door and throwing my jester self into a deep dark pit full of lions and poorly made iced americanos.

tags @yesv01@magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @sunshineangel-reads @dustyinkpages @inejsknifes @tulipmagnoliaisme @ev3ningrain @yokolesbianism lmk if I missed you and I'll add you to the tag list yell at me in the notes /j (also my dearest yokolesbianism!!!!! thank you so fuckin much for the feedback!!!!!! based on your tags I assumed you'd wanna be tagged?? just shoot me an ask or message if this is not the case lol <333)

You haven’t given much thought to anything besides your research since it began, but if you had, you suppose you would notice you’ve been holed up in the library for every hour it’s been open for a few days, at least. Each waking moment has been spent pouring through text after text, desperately seeking anything that could prove useful in answering the question of Ben’s behavior. 

The first few books proved to be utterly useless for anything besides sharpening your researching skills. You slam the most recent book closed and lean back in your chair, letting out a sigh of frustration. As much as you hate to admit it - even to yourself - you must begrudgingly admit that you need help. 

You let out another sigh, and stand up. A good long sigh seems to be your only weapon against the inconsolable frustration burbling within you turmoilously. You stretch your aching legs and arms, hoping your blood hasn’t stopped circulating entirely, and throw the window open. You take in a big, deep breath of spring air. 

The scent of gardenia and hibiscus floats along the breeze and into your chest, and you glance down at the flowering culprits below the window. 

Your mind wanders and races in a blurry stumble. There must be some way for you to get information, to get some extra hands on this without getting anyone else directly involved. You never expected to find yourself facing such a fragile, treacherous situation, much less having to navigate it yourself. Without Ben. 

You rub at your aching head, trying to make heads or snails of all this. Your mind reels in a blurry stupor at the dangerous situation your country has found itself in without even realizing this to be the case. You take another big, deep breath. 

“Alright.” You tell yourself with a note of finality, like perhaps if you say it enough things will be just that. Alright. 

There are two heads to this chimera of a situation you’ve found yourself in. Firstly, you have to figure out how to monitor Ben. His words, his actions, if he suddenly decides to shave his head and run about nude. Whatever it is, you must be the first to know. Perhaps if you find a way to stay on top of whatever his next erratic decisions will be, you can find a way to smooth things over, to fix things before they have a chance to snowball wildly out of control. 

The other thing you must consider - arguably, of more importance - is why? Why is he acting like this? As much as you resist confronting the feeling, you can’t shake the sense that this is some sort of political sabotage. It wouldn’t be the first time Ben was caught in the crossfires of political unrest. There was a very tense 8 days when you were both nearly too young to remember where Ben had been kidnapped by a group of radicalist former henchmen. They were convinced that Chernabog was sending them secret messages, and were responsible for the next villain uprising.

This, of course, was untrue and Ben was returned unscathed. The henchmen were understandably sent to the Isle, and Chernabog’s whereabouts are still unknown. There’s some debate over the nature of his crimes, if he’s truly evil or just appears to be scary. You and your mother know right where you stand on the issue - while he appears terrifying, and has incredible amounts of power, you have yet to find any evidence that he wants to cause harm. 

You understand why Overlandians are so quick to fear what they don’t know, but one cannot control their size nor the strength of their power, so your mother has urged the Auradon government to let sleeping gods lie. Besides, Chernabog hasn’t been around for half a century, and won’t be seen for another half century at least, so it’s really the least of anyone’s worries right now. 

You snap from your train of thought, returning to the matter afoot. You must keep tabs on Ben, and find some explanation for why he could be acting like this. You already have so many bites that are far too big, and you have no clue how you’ll chew your way through this by yourself. You’re about to go back when you see a bluebird sitting on the tree branch outside the window. She preens her feathers, enjoying the warm sunlight dappling through the lush green leaves that partially hide her from view. You lean out of the window, your sleeves rippling in the breeze. 

“Excuse me!” You call out. She chirps inquisitively as you get her attention. 

“I do hate to bother you, but I’m stuck in quite a muddling lurch. It’s all quite convoluted you see, and as much as I hate to admit it, I fear I’ve reached a point where I simply don’t have enough hands to handle it all.”

She quirks her head at you, hopping a little closer and lending an ear as you begin to explain the whole kerfuffle. You try to be as concise and clear as you can, but you take after your mother quite well. You get a little sidetracked here or worked up there, and find yourself rambling a great good deal more than you would have liked to. 

By the time you’re just about through with your explanation, you’ve had to pull out a lacy embroidered handkerchief, then soon after, another one for the bluebird. She’s grown quite invested in your woes, and it feels so good to be able to weep wetly over this with someone who shares your feelings. You try in vain to dry your eyes, and she holds her hankie tightly with her feathers, blowing her beak with a loud noise. 

“So you see, this whole thing is quite unusual. I just don’t know what to do, or how to fix things.” You look at her compassionate face, nodding and chirping in sympathy. 

“Do you think…” You begin, “Do you perhaps have any friends that could keep ears and eyes open for anything odd, or relating to all this? If you could possibly keep an ear to the ground - or sky - and let me know if there’s anything unusual, I would be most grateful.”

She nods, tweeting in agreement before you can even finish your proposal. She fluffs her feathers and wrings out your hankie, sprinkling salty tears onto the walkway below and hangs it up on a  branch to dry out. She salutes you, and you wave at her as she flies off to spread the word. 

“Thank you!” You call after her. She chirps back at you, and you watch her land a few trees over, discussing the topic with some other birds in the branches. You grip the windowsill resolutely. This is good. This was a good plan. Animal communication takes a great deal of work on both ends, so as long as no particularly gossipy stoats or chickadees get a hold of this, you’ll be alright. 

Besides, animals generally tend to prefer gossiping with other animals rather than humans. Overlandians never seem to understand the gravitas of the social politics of the forest. Despite the word traveling fast, you can’t shake the feeling you need more. More eyes, more ears, more furry feet and paws and claws spreading the word. You straighten up abruptly, returning to your table. You scribble a hasty note on a piece of paper, and prop it up against your stacks and stacks of useless - in this instance, anyway - books. 

gone for tea, be back in three 

You’re known for ducking in and out for tea now and again, and you’re sure this will come as no surprise to the librarians. You rush down the steps and out of the library, into the grassy courtyard. It feels like forever since you’ve been outside, and you miss leisurely strolls and reading in the dappled sunlight. But regrettably, now is simply not the time for leisure. You walk around for a few minutes, searching and looking until you see a cat lying on a garden wall, bathing in the sun. 

 “I beg your pardon,” you start, and the cat opens one sleepy eye. You take a breath and begin explaining the situation all over again. You’re pleased to find a little bit of the sting is gone this time. Just a little. Soon you have his full attention, and his tail flicks in sympathetic irritation for you, for having gone through all this. 

“So if you could spread the word to some friends, keep me informed on anything you think might prove useful” You ask hopefully. 

He pretends to consider for a moment, then agrees, hopping down from the wall and arching his back in a big stretch. He scurries off to spread the word as you make your way into the gardens for similar reasons. You traipse through the hedge maze, feeling a momentary solace in becoming lost so quickly. Soon you find just what you’re looking for, and after a similar conversation with a mother rabbit, you allow yourself to return to the library. 

You return to your research with more gumption than you had had before. You feel a sense of reassurance - a much needed one, at that - that all these kind animals and their friends and relations had agreed to help you and your cause. Soon after, nearly every cat and rabbit are doing reconnaissance for you. Dozens of bluebirds follow students and linger by windows in hopes of overhearing something useful. With all these ears to the ground and sky, you lose yourself in your fruitless research once again. 

When the words begin to look jumbled and meaningless (and not in the good way) you know you absolutely must call it a day. You close your books and place them neatly in the return cart, scratching out titles from your list of Potentially Helpful Books in your journal. More and more pages have become dedicated to this heart aching mystery, though you have few clues, and fewer leads. You ruminate on this as you begin to head for your dorm, nearly tripping over a speckled rabbit. 

He thumps his foot loudly to get your attention, and you startle. “Oh, hello,” you say apologetically, crouching down to speak with him. You listen intently to what he tells you, your stomach dropping in the early evening light. 

Ben and Mal are on a date at the enchanted lake as you speak. 

[futfemfantasies]

I Need You \\ alexia putellas x morgan!reader

July 2022

International break wasn’t your favourite time. Since you and Alexia play for different national teams, you are competing in different competitions over the summer. You’re playing in the CONCACAF championship and Alexia in the Euros. Of course you text, call and facetime each other but on some days it’s just not enough. 

You are currently at breakfast sitting at the table containing Alex, Charlie, Kelley, Mal, Sonnett and Kristie. You all somehow got onto the topic of everyone’s partners and the girls are teasing you about Alexia.

“Auntie Y/N/N, where’s Aunt Lex?” Your niece Charlie questions as she climbs onto your lap, visibly upset.

“She plays for Spain remember bubba. She’s in England for the Euros”

“Oh” Charlie frowns as you tighten your arms around the 2 year old. 

“But you are going to visit her soon okay?” Charlie nods and cuddles into you more. 

You get back to eating breakfast, with Charlie stealing some of your toast when your phone rings from next to you. Charlie looks down and gets excited because she sees Alexia’s face on the contact photo. You move away to the side of the room, away from your teammates so you can hear Alexia. 

“Bebé? I need you here. It hurts” Alexia pleads, almost sounding like she’s been crying.

“What hurts Ale? What happened” You start to panic and start pacing in the converted dining hall, which some of your teammates become worried as you are speaking Spanish fast.

“My knee. I did my ACL. I’ve been waiting for this for years and now it’s out the window” Tears start forming in your eyes and you blink them away.

“I’ll talk to Vlatko and he should let me come home, seeing as it is a family emergency. If not, it’ll be after the first game. I’m so sorry hermosa” You sit down against a wall, slightly away from your table.

Vlatko looks over at the mention of his name. You wave him off and he nods in consideration. You talk to Alexia for a few more minutes until she says Mapi is there. You tell Alexia to put Mapi on the phone.

“Maps you take care of her until I get there. I don’t care what you do but stay with her please” You beg your best friend.

“Sí, I’ll do everything I can Y/N/N, you know that. We’ll see you soon. Ale wants to say something” You hear some mumbling then your loving fiancés voice again.

“Please hurry mi amor. I really need you” Alexia begs you. 

You’ve never heard her voice like that in the whole 5 years of being together. You know in that moment, you need to get to her. And you need to get to her fast. You turn around to see Alex gesturing that they need you back.  

“I’ll be there as soon as I can baby. Te amo mucho hermosa and I’ll see you soon” You say as you walk back to the table. You throw your phone down and rest your head on your arms. 

“Everything okay?” Alex whispers as she leans into you and Charlie attempts to climb back on your lap. 

“Lex tore her ACL. Mapi texted me while I was speaking to her, she hasn’t even cried yet”

“Let’s listen to the staff so you can get outta here”

After the short meeting, Vlatko pulls you aside and says you can go to Alexia. He says you can come back and play when you’re ready, if you’re ready. You thank him and Vlatko gets everyones attention so you can make the announcement. 

“Can I have everyone’s attention? I just want to say how proud I am of everyone here. As your co-captain I really hate to do this to you all but I have no choice. I know that you all will succeed and listen to Becky. I am leaving camp because Alexia has been injured very badly about 3 hours ago. She will most likely need surgery so I am leaving to hopefully be there by the time she wakes up. I’m not sure if I’ll come back for any games, but ultimately it will decide on how Alexia is doing”

You say your goodbyes to everyone before racing up to your room and gathering your things together. You book a flight to London and get the hotel name off of Mapi. You get changed out of your USA gear and order an uber. You wheel your luggage to the foyer of the hotel when you hear a little voice call your name.

“Aunt Y/N/N!” You turn around and see Charlie running as fast as she can towards you. What you don’t see is the entire team at the entrance of the conference room watching on. You bend down and scoop the nearly 3 year old in your arms. 

“Where you going?” Charlie inquires. 

“Auntie Ale hurt her knee baby so I have to go make sure she’s okay” You explain.

“Okay, give Auntie Ale this?” Charlie holds her toy you both got her when she was born.

“Mr Monkey will help her knee gets better!” The team laughs at Charlie and you put it in your backpack. 

“He’s all safe in here. I’ll see you soon okay?”

You say goodbye to your sister before getting in an Uber to the airport. On the way to the airport, you text Alexia for a while and she only replies with one or two word answers, this is worse than you thought. You called Alexia’s sister Alba and she explains what’s going to happen with the surgery and what hospital. You ask Alba to text you any updates while you’re travelling and she replies with ‘of course I will y/n/n 😊’. 

After the usual airport routine of bag drops and long security and custom lines, you finally sit in the seat you’ll be in for the next 12 hours. You quickly text Alba to let her know you’re on your way. The plane lands 12 hours later, you arrive in a gloomy London. After collecting your bags, you into hop into the closest taxi and give the driver the hotel name. When you arrive, you ask the taxi man to stay as you’ll only be a few minutes. Thankfully he agrees and you make a mental note to left a big tip for him later. You check into the hotel and left your bags behind the desk. You remember to get Mr Monkey out of your backpack before going back to the taxi. You tell the taxi driver the hospital and watch the scenery as it passes by. The taxi driver pulls up to an entrance and you give him all your cash before running inside. You look around and can’t seem to find the desk. After what feels like turning a million and one corners, you are met with the in patients desk.

“Hi, my wife Alexia Putellas came in. Where is she?”

“Ah yes, let me search that for you...she’s just gotten out of surgery a few hours ago so you can wait in the family area just around the corner”

You thank the nurse and take a deep breath before going to the family area. Palms sweaty and slightly out of breath, you turn the corner and see Alba and Eli. You walk quickly and sit across from them. Eli looks up at you with a relieved look on her face.

“Thank goodness you’re here sweetheart. She won’t let any of us in until she sees you first” Eli tells you and you frown at the comment. You are confused at the same time because Alexia is really close with her mom and sister.

You get the room number from Eli and start to make your way to Alexia’s room. You count down the room numbers until you reach room 1411. You take a deep breath before softly knock on the door. You open it slowly to see Alexia looking out the window, not bothering to see who’s coming in.

“Mi amor” Alexia’s head whips around and her eyes soften. Like she’s relieved that you’re there with her and not another nurse or doctor.

You walk around to her good side to give her a tight hug. After a few minutes, you try to pull away but Alexia doesn’t let go. Eventually, she lets you go and attempts to move over in her bed so you can stay as close to her as possible.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” Alexia nods and you give her a kiss on her forehead before carefully manoeuvring yourself in her bed.

“I’m sorry I took so long. The plane was delayed then there was a stor-”

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters. I’m sorry I pulled you away from your team” Alexia frowns after she realises what happened.

“Baby, you are more important than anyone or any soccer tournament. If you’re hurting, I’m going to be on the first plane out” Alexia cuddles into you more and you kiss her forehead.

“Have you seen Eli or Alba yet?” You feel Alexia shake her head and you ask if she wants to see them. You give Alexia a soft kiss before going to get her mom and sister.

A few hours later, after conversations on Alexia’s rehab and you going back to Mexico, Alba reaches behind you and holds Mr Monkey, looking confused.

“What’s this?” You look at Alexia and she slightly smiles as she knows exactly who it came from.

“When I was leaving, Charlie asked where I was going and I said I need to see Aunt Ale, she hurt her knee. Charlie said Mr Monkey can help her knee get better” Alba gives it to Alexia and she tucks it under her arm. You take a sneaky photo and send it to Alex to show Alexia. 

A nurse comes in and says visiting hours are over but mentions you can stay due to being Alexia’s partner. Eli and Alba bid their goodbyes to you both and promise to visit first thing tomorrow. As soon as Alba and Eli leave, Alexia breaks down in tears. She tightens her arm around you and you do the same around her. You just hold Alexia and kiss her forehead while whispering sweet nothings to her. 

“Let it all out babe. Let it all out” You say trying to comfort Alexia. 

After a while, she lifts her head and sees the massive tear stain on your grey hoodie.

“I’m sorry mi amor” Alexia apologies after seeing your hoodie.

“It’ll dry Ale. More importantly, are you okay?” You asked worriedly. 

“I am now. I just needed to let it all out. Thank you hermosa. Te amo mucho” Alexia expresses before kissing you softly. 

“I love you too Ale. We will get through this together” You hold Alexia tight until you both falling asleep.

February 2023 (lets pretend its not the World Cup year)

7 months later and Alexia and you are finally coming back to training together. You park your newly bought Cupra in the Barca car park and you look over at Alexia. She was staring at the training fields in front and is frozen in place, only blinking and breathing. Your hand on her thigh makes Alexia jump and look at you with anxiety filled eyes.

“What’s wrong Ale?” You ask softly, turning in your seat, facing Alexia fully. 

“I’m scared. What if it happens again?” Alexia replies looking.

“Mi amor look at me” Alexia looks up and you cup her cheeks gently.

“You are Alexia Putellas Segura. You will kick trainings arse today. I am so proud of you mi amor” Alexia leans forward and kisses you before you hear knocking on both sides of the car. 

You both pull away to see Mapi and Ingrid laughing to themselves. You and Alexia get out and you quickly grab both of your bags. 

“Bebé, I’m not on crutches anymore. I can get my own bag”

“Just because you can baby, doesn’t mean you should” As you walk away, Alexia’s heart skips a beat at the gesture. 

You all walk into the locker room and the girls in there cheer at their captain walking through the door for the first time in a while. She tells them to quit it and they stop immediately, with you trying to hide your giggle at your cubby. Everyone gets changed and walks out to the field where now all the staff are clapping her out. Alexia turns to you and hides in your neck. 

“Embrace it mi amor, la reina is back” You whisper to her before kissing her head.

Alexia participates in a few light drills with the team before going over for her 1v1 training. She gives you a kiss on the cheek before starting to jog around the field. You and the other girls start scrimmage and Jonotan puts you, Kiera, Mapi, Ingrid and Cata as one team and Lucy, Oshoala, Pina, Rolfö and Panos on the other. 

The scrimmage was going well until you went to pivot around Lucy and that’s when it all went wrong. Lucy catches you as you go down and you instantly felt pain and you screamed as you went down. Alexia stops her drills as she looks over and see you on the ground. She apologises to the staff and runs over to you as quickly as she can. You couldn’t stop holding your right knee with one hand and banging your fist one the ground with the other. The medics tell you to turn over and you block out the sun with your hands but also wipe your tears away subtly. You feel familiar hands on your back and you look to see Alexia. The medics and a few of your teammates lift you on the stretcher that takes you straight to the hospital. Alexia gives one look to Jonotan and he nods at her to say ‘forget training and go with her’. Alexia runs into the training room and grabs her phone and a little something special that will cheer you up later on that she hides in her hoodie. 

After countless hours in the hospital, it came to the conclusion that you torn your ACL. You are exactly how Alexia was, closed off and not speaking to anyone except each other. You rest your head on Alexia’s chest and cuddle up to her the best you can, when you both hear a soft knock on the door. You look towards it and see Lucy, Keira, Mapi and Ingrid. You wave them in and balloons, teddy bears and flowers decorated your view. 

“What did they say?” Lucy asks.

“ACL” All 4 of your closest friends winced at the three letters then instantly got a sad look on their faces.

You all converse until a nurse comes in to tell you that visiting hours are over. All the girls hug you tightly and say they’ll visit after the game tomorrow. Alexia leans down and gives you a sweet kiss.  

“We will get through this together mi amor. Te amo mucho”

“Te amo Ale” They all start to walk out of the room, then Alexia remembered something.

“Oh bebé, so your knee is all better” 

Alexia places Mr Monkey with your phone next to you. You smile at Ale and decide to send your sister photos of your condition.

Lex 👯‍♀️❤️:  

(selfie of you and Mr Monkey, photo of your leg propped up)

couples who get ACL injuries together, stay together ✌️🥲

[little-miss-biatch]

Continuing this because I'm having too much fun tehe

Raven Queen & Dexter Charming

-Out of the Woods

-Love Story

Elias & Laia

-LWYMMD

-the great war

Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring

-lavender haze

-This Love

Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Potter

-I Know Places

-Delicate

-It's Nice to Have a Friend

Mal & Ben

-lavender haze

-anti-hero

-Mine

-this is me trying

-don't blame me

Alex & Henry

-London Boy

-Welcome to New York

-I Knew You were Trouble

What fictional couple I think Taylor Swift Songs go with

Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa

-...Ready for it?

-So it goes

Draco Malfoy & Hermione Granger

-blank space

-windest dreams

-style

-Don't blame me

-delicate

Four & Tris Prior

-seven

-the archer

Harry & Ginny

-You Belong with Me

-How You Get the Girl

Belly & Conrad

-fifteen

-Gorgeous

-august

-the great war

Edward & Bella

-Invisible String

-Dress

[rubywolffxxx]

Pole Position (Formula 1 x lectora)

Resumen: la semana de Navidad podía ser un momento mágico para la mayoria de la gente, pero para Tania era un desastre. Estaba lejos de casa, ocupada y con el preocupante sentimiento de que algo raro comenzaba a cocinarse en el ámbito.

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~ AlexDwayne98 ha preguntado: ¿Pasarás Navidad en tu casa? ~

—Noup. Por temas de agenda y presupuesto no puedo andar paseándome por Sudamérica como se me antoje. Asi que no puedo ir a casa otra vez... Seguro cene con Mary y luego pasee a la deriva... ya veré quién me hace un lugarcito en algún lado para desvelarnos y embriagarnos.—

Después de despedirse de Charles y Carlos en Argentina, la mujer se tomó unos días para actualizar su pasaporte, permisos y demás cuestiones que le permitieran asegurar su estadía en Estados Unidos. Solo entonces volvió a Michigan.

Tania llevaba un buen rato armando el árbol de navidad de su sala, contestando tonterías que preguntaban en el chat. Tenia la tarde libre y quiso prender stream unas horitas antes de dormir.

No iba a negar que le daba un poco de pena estar lejos de sus padres en aquel momento, pero la verdad era que no sería la primera vez lejos de casa en festividades.

Trabajando en el TC estuvo en sus tierras, si. Tal vez en otra provincia, pero siempre en tierra argentina. Se sentía en casa. Pero en la Formula 2 pasó meses fuera del pais. Y ahora se repetía la historia. Gajes del oficio, o al menos con eso le gustaba justificar.

~ OllieBearman ha preguntado: ¿Ebrios en la azotea mirando fuegos artificiales? *carita feliz* ~

—Ahi lo tienen, gente. Oliver me ha dado un lugar.—Tania miró el chat sonriente—. Creo que no se me pudo haber ocurrido un mejor plan...—

Lando no se perdía un directo de la chica jamás. Y si no podía seguirlo en el momento, le gustaba mirarlos completos como algo "de fondo".

Esa tarde de stream su atención estaba en las docenas de conceptos que les habían enviado los diseñadores de su marca para ser revisados, pero su mirada no tardaba en volver hacia la pantalla si escuchaba reír a Tania o si sentía que podía estar haciendo algo divertido.

Le encantaba esa aura luminosa tan querible de la mujer. Lando aceptó eso. Y al mismo tiempo lo preocupaba.

Estaba cayendo. Como en un pozo de arena movediza. Y cuanto más lo negaba, más lo pensaba, y más entendía lo mucho que comenzaba a necesitar tener aunque sea un poquito de la chica cada dia.

Ver sus streams, investigar videos viejos, o incluso escuchar los audios que le mandaba cuando jugaban videojuegos...

Lando estaba hasta el cuello.

~ Sarahcute97 ha preguntado: ¿Cómo resististe una semana bajo el mismo techo que Leclerc? ~

Lando miró la pantalla con aquella pregunta.

~¿quién dijo que resistí?... ¡Es broma!~Tania rió enseguida, sin poder mantener la seriedad~. Ya, ya... Es broma... ¿O no?... Ya, bueno.—volvió su atención al árbol, que trastabilló por un mal movimiento de la mujer~. Yo no caería ante los hechizos de ese hermoso y carismático hombre porque... Pues porque somos colegas. Eso no pasaría nunca.~

~ CharlesLeclerc16 ha preguntado: ¿Soy hermoso y carismático? *Carita avergonzada* ~

~¿Qué dicen, chat? ¿Consideran a Charlie guapo?~

Lando tuvo que hacer un gran esfuerzo por no apagar todo.

~Por cierto, hablando de colegas pilotos... Ya casi termino el proyecto del auto. ¿Les parece hacer una votación y designamos butacas para el primer paseo en el Camaro?~

—No puedo aceptarlo.—

Lando levantó la mirada de los monitores, encontrándose con Tania. Sonrió emocionado, pues hace mucho no la veia en persona.

No desde aquella vez...

—¿Qué cosa, cariño?—

—El dinero, Lando.—la chica frunció apenas el ceño—. Me hiciste una transferencia anoche y ya no contestaste mis mensajes.—

El par de pilotos, al igual que los otros 20 ya confirmados, había viajado al centro de conferencias de la FIA para algunas discusiones sobre nuevas pautas, y Tania aprovechó para confrontar a Lando. Le había transferido dinero, con la excusa de ganar el asiento para el stream.

—Dijiste que el que recaudaba más dinero ganaba ¿No es suficiente?—

—Por votaciones, Lando. No quiero que me des dinero.—le extendió un cheque—. Ten, te lo devuelvo.—

Lando lo tomó confundido, no entendía la insistencia de la mujer con rechazar el dinero.

—... ¿No quieres que te acompañe en el auto?... ¿Es por lo de la otra noche?—Tania miró de inmediato alrededor. No había nadie cerca.

—No menciones esas cosas al aire, idiota.—

—¿Te da vergüenza?—sonrió, pero a la chica no le hizo gracia—. Ya, perdón.—

—Si quieres tu asiento, ve y dile a Max que te haga publicidad, pídele a tus fans que voten por ti, no sé. Piensa algo.—

—¿Votarás por mi entonces? Eres mi fan número 1 después de todo.—Tania se relajó un poco, y para sorpresa de Lando, atrapó su mentón con firmeza.

—Si llegas a ganar, cuida lo que dirás en el stream... Hay cosas que se tienen que guardar para la privacidad ¿No crees?—ladeó apenas su rostro, dejando un beso en su mejilla. Y entonces el piloto recordó aquella noche.

Amo tus lunares, Lando... ¿Cuántos tienes?... ¿Me muestras?

Sintió un escalofrío al recordar como dejaba un beso en cada marquita que encontraba.

—No te aguantas una broma.—Tania lo despeinó un poquito, alejándose al ver que entraba un ingeniero a la sala—. Bueno, Norris. Nos vemos luego. Suerte en el sorteo.—

La mujer salió del lugar, dejando a Lando hecho un desastre.

—Kimi, corazón mío.—

Tania abrazó enseguida al chico que se acercaba apurado a ella, devolviéndole el abrazo enseguida.

—Pará pará, no digas boludeces. Yo soy tu corazón, sacá al enano este.—Franco se acercó junto a Alex.

—Mi niño ganador, felicidades.—Tania abrazó a Fran—. Vi las premiaciones, estabas hermoso.—

—Me habría visto incluso más hermoso si mi compañera me hubiese acompañado.—

—Ah, no tenía tiempo. A diferencia de ti, mi trabajo no se limita a apoyar el culo en el asiento y ya.—

—Buah, buah.—

Los 22 pilotos se sentaron en la enorme mesa redonda del lugar junto a los máximos directivos de la FIA.

Tania tenía a Franco y Mary de un lado y a Kimi y Lewis del otro. Charlaba de tonterías sin mucho interés, incluso se había emocionado porque Lewis le consultó sobre lo del stream. Tal vez no era seguidor -acosador- como Lando o Charles, pero se enteraba por las redes de algunas cosas. Y le resultó interesante lo del paseo. Si ganaba, y tenía ese día libre, asistiría sin problemas.

—Yo voy a ganar, aviso por si acaso.—Carlos se unió a la charla—. Sería triste que me ganara otro asiento.—

Tania sonrió apenas, ignorando la curiosidad de Lewis por el significado de aquello.

Cuando la reunión finalmente empezó, Tania no prestó mucha atención. La nueva reglamentación la sabía al pie de la letra, desde hace semanas. Todo su equipo sabía lo impulsiva y peligrosamente arriesgada que era en determinadas situaciones. Y no es que dudaran de su capacidad de adaptación o de manejo, pero por problemas en el pasado de Tania, Mary creyó prudente que la chica supiera muy bien qué podía hacer y qué no en el margen reglamentario.

Antes de que te golpeen, ataja el golpe. Simple.

Así que las docenas de nuevas reglamentaciones y todo lo que eso podía significar en la pista, Tania ya lo había revisado.

Estos soretes no me van a inventar nada raro...

Por alguna rara -no tan rara- razón, algunos pilotos tenían mil y un problemas con acusaciones. Max Verstappen lo había denunciado sin pelos en la lengua en más de una ocasión, Tania estaba de acuerdo. Lo había vivido en carne propia toda su carrera. Racismo...

Asi que pensaba preveer cada posible situación desfavorable y escudarse en la reglamentación...

Siempre y cuando su temperamento no se anticipe a la jugada...

—¿Qué haces?—

Tania se dio un leve sobresalto cuando Kimi le habló.

—¿A dónde se van todos?—miró confundida como todos se levantaban.

—Tendremos un break para tomar aire o comer... No estabas escuchando ¿No?—el chico sonrió al ver los vagos garabatos de la chica en su "libreta de apuntes".

—¿Dijeron 33 reglas nuevas del reglamento de seguridad?—Kimi asintió—. Entonces no son nuevas, solo que tú no las leíste antes... ¿Vamos por un sándwich?—

Cuando Tania se levantó, sus vagos garabatos los dejó sin mucho cuidado en la mesa, sin imaginar que alguien los tomaría sin permiso.

—Ya me parecía que estaba escribiendo mucho ¿Qué fueron ahora? ¿Peces?—Lando vio a Carlos acercarse, sin darle tiempo a reaccionar por el papel en su manos—. Son lindos ¿No? Me ha dibujado disfrazado de chilli. Es genial.—

—Carlos...—el hombre miró a Lando, quien no parecía muy tranquilo—. Hay algo que quiero preguntarte respecto a tu estadía en Argentina pero... No sé si quiero escuchar la respuesta.—

Antes de poder decir algo, un pequeño avioncito de papel sobrevoló la mesa ya vacía, y la risa de Tania no tardó en captar su atención. La chica levantó el avioncito del suelo, mirando risueña a un Charles igual de alegre del otro lado de la mesa. No tardó en salir detrás de ella.

—... No, no quieres.—Carlos no volteó a mirar a Lando hasta que el par salió de la sala.

Lando presionó la hoja entre sus manos.

—Serán muchos rookies en pista... ¿Chocarán mucho?—

—Menos que Stroll seguro.—Tania vio a Yuki acercarse a paso tranquilo, sonriendo enseguida por su espontánea respuesta.—. Es una mierda lo de Red Bull, Yuki. Merecías ese lugar.—

—Es raro escuchar a alguien del ámbito decirlo tan directamente, todos cuidan tanto lo que dicen aqui...—

—Ah, que se pudran.—la chica le tendió el paquete de gomitas, invitándolo a servirse. Yuki no tardó en sentarse a su lado y comer de los dulces—. Siento que se manejaron muy mal. Contigo, con Checo, Esteban... Max merece un buen auto, un buen compañero. Bueno, tampoco sé si tú serías un buen compañero, eh.—el chico sonrió, y Tania adoró ese pequeño espacio entre sus dientes.

—Me habría esforzado, de verdad.—

—¿Sin insultos e ironías?—alzó las cejas divertida—. Bueno, si te sirve de consuelo, a Liam no pienso dejarlo pasar. Que se acostumbre a mirarme el alerón trasero porque otra cosa no verá.—se llevó unas gomitas a la boca—. Cambiando de tema... Juegas Valorant ¿No? ¿Quieres hacer team con Alex y conmigo?—

[insainted]

❓️ What would it be like if you ended up an actual sister to John-Paul by dating Charlie?

"I... I don't know? I haven't really thought that far. And by 'that far', I mean the 'dating' part. That's..."

"Anyway, I don't think much would change."

( @pxtitxrosx / @survivalxofxthexfittest )

[xxdjsunsetxdxx-blog]

Random Ships I Like In No Particular Order:

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* Loubbie- Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean- Ocean’s 8

* Sabina x Elena- Charlie’s Angels (2019)

* Macgyver x Riley- MacGyver (2016)

* Magnum x Higgins- Magnum PI (2018)

* Shoot- Shaw x Root- Person of Interest

* Rizzles- Rizzoli x Isles- Rizzoli & Isles

* Wondercheetah- Wonder Woman x Cheetah- DC

* Camren- Camila x Lauren- Fifth Harmony

* Blackhill- Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill- Marvel

* Xialing x Katy- Shang-Chi

* Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood- Agent Carter

* Supercorp- Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor- Supergirl

* Daniela x Carla- In The Heights

* Mira Harberg x Laurie- Irma Vep

* Judy Hale x Jen Harding- Dead To Me

* Florence x Madeleine- Gunpowder Milkshake

* Ronance- Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler- Stranger Things

* Eleanor x Drea- Do Revenge

* Harlivy- Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy- DC

* Wenclair- Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair- Wednesday

* Meddison- Meredith x Addison- Grey’s Anatomy

* Emily x Stephanie- A Simple Favor

* Mercymaker- Mercy x Widowmaker- Overwatch

* Akko x Diana- Little Witch Academia

* Dovesso- Professor Dovey x Lady Lesso- The School for Good and Evil

* Cassie Lang x Jentorra - Quantumania

* Spideypool- Spider-Man x Deadpool- Marvel

* Superbat- Superman x Batman- DC

* Batman x Catwoman- DC

* Princess Audrey x Wonder Woman- DCAU

* Jon Stewart (Green Lantern) x Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol)- DCAU

* StephCass- Stephanie Brown x Cassandra Cain- DC

* DinahBabs- Black Canary (Dinah Lance) x Oracle (Barbara Gordon)- DC

* DicKory- Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x Starfire (Koriand’r)- DC

* Wondermagic- Wonder Woman x Zatanna- DC

* Daphne x Velma- Scooby-Doo

* Cassie Dewell x Jenny Hoyt- Big Sky

* Choni- Cheryl Blossom x Toni Topaz- Riverdale

* Bechloe- Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale-Pitch Perfect

* Khalopatra- Kleopatra x Frida Khalo- Clone High

* Talia Burns x Margot Fairmont- First Kill

* Question x Huntress- DCAU

* SuperWonderBat- Superman x Wonder Woman x Batman- DCAU

* Wonderhawk- Wonder Woman x Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol)- DCAU

* Dana Scully x Monica Reyes- X-Files

* Barbara (Barbie) Handler x Gloria- Barbie

* Julethief- Carmen Sandiego x Julia (Jules) Argent- Carmen Sandiego

* Seven Of Nine x Raffi Musiker- Star Trek

* Larissa Weems x Morticia Addams- The Addams Family

* Swanqueen- Emma Swan x Regina Mills- Once Upon A Time

* Alicia Florrick x Kalinda Sharma- The Good Wife

* Danny James x Cable McCrory- Bull

* Kim Possible x Shego- Kim Possible

* Peachline-Princess Peach x Mayor Pauline- Mario

* Gelphie- Elphaba Thropp x Glinda Upland- Wicked

* SamBucky- Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes- Marvel

* PeggyNat- Peggy Carter (Captain Carter) x Natasha Romanoff- What if?

* Maxine “Max” Baker x Abby Littman- Ginny & Georgia

* Ashrah x Nitara- Mortal Kombat

* Johnshi- Johnny Cage x Kenshi Takahashi- MK

* Barlissa- Barbara Howard x Melissa Shimmenti- Abbot Elementary

* Cabenson- Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot- Law & Order SVU

* Caroljess- Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) x Jessica Drew (Spider-Woman)- Marvel Comics

* Bishlova- Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova- Hawkeye

* Chlonette- Chloe Burgeois x Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Miraculous Ladybug (in theory)

* Clawdeen x Draculaura- MH (Gen 1)

* Teleanor- Tahani Al Jamil x Eleanor Shellstrop- The Good Place

* Hanamusa- Jessie x Delia Ketchum- Pokémon

* Jemily- Emily Prentiss x Jennifer “JJ” Jareau- Criminal Minds

* Mellivia- Olive Pope x Melody “Mellie” Grant- Scandal

* Malvie- Mal x Evie- Descendants

* Mileena x Tanya- Mortal Kombat

* Fran Fine x C.C. Babcock- The Nanny

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talk to me abt them if you want :)

couldn’t fit all the tags lol

[insainted]

Despite the sound of the shower and the door in the way, Mal being keyed into the sound of Charlie's voice means that it takes very little focus to make out her words. Mal has always had a strange relationship with the shower — oftentimes it's used to drown out all other senses and kill spiraling thoughts that would lead them to no place good. It often times works much better with hot water, as scalding as it can be, until their dark skin turns a shade more red from the burn, something to focus on aside from everything else, but that isn't an option. Hasn't been for months now. The cold does a similar thing, but it freezes and tenses up their body, energising them in a manner that isn't entirely unwelcome.

Although Charlie can't see, there's only a smile in reply to her initial reply, quickly lathering their hair — in need of a cut at this point — and body to make the shower as quick as possible as to use up the least amount of water. "What if I promise I'm gonna be good?" Mal asks with a raised voice, if only to be heard above the clattering of water hitting the tub. Taking a few seconds to let the shampoo rinse from their hair and off their body, Mal turns the water hot for just a couple of counts, the sudden temperature difference lighting their brain on fire in pain response — but in a good way, drowning out the aching in their side — and just as suddenly turns the shower off, drying off their body with a rough old towel. She's been told a few times in the past to just buy new ones, but new ones don't give the satisfying scrub that old ones do. She'd have to toss it into the wash a few times without conditioner just to get it a bit rougher, and that's a waste of time and money.

Having put on their underwear, Mal yanks open the door without any sense of shame in their state of undress, simply rubbing the towel along the back of their hair to dry the last bit of their hair. "But I mean, really good."

Charlie had done literally everything in her power to foster as much dignity for them as possible over healing. Refusing to look when it came time to shower, while also doing her best to keep things not awkward and as casual as possible. It got less awkward past the sponge bath stage, when she'd managed to be less hands off. Showering becoming one of the first places she really let Mal have the freedom of taking care of themselves. Not that she got very far, first on the other side of the curtain and then in the hallway.

"I think you forget what almost means, Mal. If you can almost trip and fall, you can almost die, okay?" And there was no way Charlie was going to back up off of that argument, that's for sure. It was the question of Mal being weak, though, that brough a very real bark of laughter past her lips.

"Yeah, right. I mean even now you still make my brother's arms looks skinny." In fact, Charlie helping them hobble around the building probably looked pretty comical at time considering the dichotomy of their perspective builds. "I just know you super duper well, and I know that if I'm not there to stop you, you'll go too hard too fast and hurt yourself. And then where would we be? You'd be kicking yourself for the set back when all the spring activity is starting."

[bruisedboys]

luke castellan x fem!reader

I think we need to talk about possessive!luke castellan and his shy!gf …

luke who likes to mark you up with love bites!! he desperately needs everyone to know you’re his, and he can’t give you his last name (yet. he plans to as soon as you’re both ready) so he makes do with love marks instead … he’ll have you pressed against the mattress, his thumb pushing gently into the hollow of your throat to hold you still. you’re breathless underneath him as his mouth works away at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. and the lovely sounds you make when he does it just egg him on further! not to mention how pretty your neck looks when he’s finished.

luke who buys you a necklace with his initials and tells you you’re not allowed to ever take it off … he’s half joking and half super serious but you smile softly and tell him you wouldn’t want to take it off, anyway. and luke hopes the time never comes when you do want to, because he really likes how his initials look dangling over your sternum. it makes him dizzy every time he catches a glimpse.

luke who loves when you cling to him!! especially in public or at big group events, you’ll often cling to his arm or his waist in your shyness. and he loves it, something about being your protector stirs a feeling in his chest that he can’t explain. of course, he’d let you do your own thing if you wanted, but you don’t want to. you seem to want to be latched onto him as much as he wants to be latched onto you. he’ll always have a strong arm around your shoulders or waist, or have his bicep hooked between your soft hands. even when he’s talking to his friends he’s got you glued to his side.

luke who’s super handsy and touchy because he’s just so so obsessed with you! in public he tones it down (for your sake, of course. if it was up to him you’d be in his lap 24/7), but when you’re alone he’s so grabby and needy, tugging you by your belt loops to give you a kiss, hauling you into his chest by the hips to wrap you in a hug, pinning you against the wall to tease you (and then make up for it by slathering you in kisses).

luke who’s just so sickeningly obsessed with his shy girl, and he has to make sure that everyone, especially you, knows you’re his forever <3

[ouiouibaguettt]

WOSO masterlist (pt3)

you can ask for a request with these players or those who are in the other part of the masterlist!

masterlist part1 - masterlist part2

hayley raso (real madrid - australia)

frida maanum (arsenal - norway)

guro reiten (chelsea - norway)

jessie fleming (portland thorns - canada)

mallory swanson (chicago red stars - usa)

trinity rodman (washington spirit - usa)

sophia smith (portland thorns - usa)

christen press (angel city fc - usa)

[choicescommunityevents]

Thank you for joining our first Choices Picnic! It was a lovely event!

Here is how our picnic turned out:

10 fandom members contributed to

28 MCs, OCs, and LIs joining the event who brought

15 different types of food

10 different types of drinks

21 different types of desserts

15 different games/activities

[Event prompts and info] [Full list of community prompts, polls, and quizzes]

Who joined the picnic? [x]

@cadybear420

Aiden x Evie

@dr-colossal-pita

Ethan x Oliver

@gutsfics

Noah x Devi

Thomas x Avalon

@jerzwriter

Ethan x Kaycee

Tobias x Casey

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia

Keiki

Mal x Daenarya

Thomas x Alex

@masked-alien-lesbian

Aislinn x Verity

Hana x Raelyn

@peonyblossom

Ajay x Matty

Emmett x Brooklyn

Ethan x Sydney

Thomas x Jackie

@pulpitude

Mia

Lia

Joss

Linc

Abel

@trappedinfanfiction

Ethan x Celia

Trystan x Sophia

@tveitertotwrites

Derek x Charlie

Ethan x Claire

Thomas x Brooklyn

Tobias x Adelaide

What will we be eating + drinking? [x]

Food

Banana Chips with light maple syrup

Buttermilk Fruit Scones

Charcuterie Board (2)

Chips

Fresh Baked Bread

Fresh Vegetable Quinoa Salad

Gamja-Salad

Grilled Meat Skewers

Ketchup Chips

Korean Fried Chicken

Pasta Salad

Pizza

Pineapple

Sandwiches (2)

Strawberries

Trail Mix

Drinks

Alcoholic Drinks

Cabernet Sauvignon

Chocolate Milk

Coconut Custard Pie

Fruit Salad

Nanaimo Bars

Non-Alcoholic Drinks

Orange Infused Cold Brew

Sodas

Strawberry Lemonade

Sweet Cocktails

Sweet Iced Tea

Wine selection

What are we eating (desserts) [x]

Apple Pie

Berry Pinwheel Pasteries

Coconut Cake

Cookies

Fresh Fruit Popsicles

Fruit mixed in pudding, yogurt, whipped cream

Golden Griddle milkshakes

Haupia

Honey Cake

Lemon Cake

Mint Ice Cream Sandwiches

Pie

Pup Cups

Red Velvet Brownies

Red Velvet Cupcakes

Rum Cake

Strawberry Cheesecake Parfait

Weed Brownies

What are we playing/doing? [x]

Badminton

Capture the Flag

Charades

Drink Mixing

Enjoying flowers

Frisbee / Disk Golf

Frisbee with pups (2)

Horeshoes

Karaoke

Kite Flying

Lawn Chess

Nature Crafts / Flower Crowns

Paint and Sip

Toss + Catch

Volleyball

What's our picnic playlists? [X]

What 3 things are a picnic must? [X]

How will a little rain impact the event? [x]

How did MCs, OCs, and LIs document the event? [X]

What else was submitted?

I was going to make a masterlist, but since most entries were just reblogs to the community posts it seemed silly... especially since all the extra entries were mine 🙈. Felt weird making a masterlist for just me! If more individual works are added, I'll make a separate masterlist.

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia picnic (art)

Bryce x Olivia beach picnic (edit)

Mal x Daenarya beach picnic (edit)

A Late Night Picnic (Mal x Daenarya) (writing)

Thomas x Alex Hollywood sign picnic (edit)

@peonierose : Art on the Beach with Bryce x Luna