#creek's imagines

[prettymonegasque]

not acceptable

Charles Leclerc x fem!driver! reader

Summary: Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do when your pretty boyfriend is a lil dumb

Warnings: Excessive cursing, Lando slander, grown men sharing a single brain cell, fluff?

Word Count: 1.3k

Based on my favourite scene in Schitt’s Creek

In all the two years you’ve been in Ferrari, the speculations and rumours of you dating Charles were non-stop. Neither of you paid much attention to it. You were both in happy relationships. However, that changed in the summer of ‘22 when you broke up with your partner. It wasn’t messy and you both agreed it was for the better. You focused on the rest of the season. 

Fast forward to the summer of ‘23, you and Charles were both single. You decided to give in to the speculations and give the relationship a real shot. You went on a few dates, each one being more fun than the previous one. Yet neither of you took the leap to become exclusive. You both liked each other but it wasn’t said out loud as much as you would’ve wanted to. So when Charles invited you to a game night with his friends, you thought it would be the one where he introduced you as his girlfriend. 

You knocked on his apartment door at 7 pm. You had brought a charcuterie board because you panicked and the first thing your mind thought was cheese. 

“Y/N! Come in.” Charles opened the door and hugged you. You tried your best to return while managing the charcuterie board. He laughed at your struggle, took the board from your hand and led you in. You spotted some familiar faces in the room. “Hey, guys. This is Y/N. My teammate as you know.” To risk being dramatic, the only description for what you felt was “death by a thousand cuts”. You still forced a smile and greeted everyone. You took a seat on the sofa next to Charles. “You brought a charcuterie board?” Pierre asked puzzled. “Dibs on gouda.” Yelled a familiar Brit.

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For the next few hours, you forced yourself to forget about your “teammate” and focus on the game instead. To everyone’s surprise, you were very good at Monopoly. You had already collected over $7000 worth of assets. You were more than happy to win by default. Arthur suggested Uno and everyone complied. You had never played it before which made the group very happy. 

When you got your cards you leaned over to Charles and whispered “What the fuck should I do now? ” Charles peeked at your cards and by instinct you shied them away from him. “You have to show me the cards so I can tell you what to do.” He laughed. You rolled your eyes and showed him the cards. “How the hell did you get 3 +4 cards?” “Why? Is that bad?” “No no. It is very good and I am very grateful my turn is before you.” “I am gonna crush these motherfuckers” You silently giggled.

“Y/N your turn,” Andrea called out. You placed the +4 card on the table. “Seriously?” Lando sighed and took 4 cards from the deck. “I thought you'd never played this before.” “I haven’t. I’m just that good, Norris.” “You know you could put all the +4 cards at once? ” Charles whispered in your ear. When your turn came again you placed both your +4 cards down. “Oh come on. You’re an absolute ass.” Lando exclaimed. “You just got destroyed by a UNO rookie, Lando” Pierre doubled over in laughter. “Also you have only one card left. You can call out UNO” Arthur nudged you. “UNO!” You yelled. “Well, I guess we have a winner. ” Lorenzo sighed and folded.

You started feeling a little guilty. Your winning spree kept cutting the game short. It didn’t look like anyone was having any fun. Even if Charles isn’t going to introduce you as his girlfriend, you still want his friends and brothers to like you as Charles’ girl. Charles brought in Scrabble as his last resort. He wasn’t expecting to go through 2 games so quickly. You were chosen as the judge. You promised yourself to go easy on everyone. You weren’t sure if you were making a good impression on everyone but boy did your ego love this. 

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“What do you mean ‘rizz’ isn’t accepted?” Arthur yelled. “Mate it isn’t in the dictionary.” “Then why does everyone call Lando ‘NoRIZZ’?” “Hey!” “I consider it as an acceptable word. We know the meaning. It exists. It’s a word.” You chimed in. “Thank you!” Arthur smiled and added 13 points to himself. The game continued and you limited yourself to simple words. And you accepted every word regardless of how ridiculous it was. 

“Yes Pierre ‘Fuck’ is a word.” 

“I mean we all know what ‘OMG’ is”

“Sure, Charles. You can make Frenglish words.” 

You could physically feel the pain from the insanity of some words but you were on a mission. You nodded and smiled and carried on. The words became chaotic by the minute. Your last straw was when Lando argued that “Skibidi” should be accepted. 

“That’s it. I can’t take this shit anymore. I respect the game too much to put up with this. You are way too old to use the word ‘Skibidi’, Lando.” “Yeah so wrong, Lando” Pierre fakes disappointment. “You! Fuck is not acceptable.” “Not acceptable. Yes sorry, Y/N” He bites back a laugh. “OMG!? Are you kidding me?” “I wasn’t.” Lorenzo shakes his head. “And my boyfriend sits there looking pretty and wanting to make up Frenglish words. THAT’S NOT EVEN A LANGUAGE. NOT ACCEPTABLE!” 

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Charles looked up at you. “I said Lando is old.” You tried to shift the conversation. “Why the fuck am I getting slandered?” “No. I think it was something about your boyfriend being pretty and making up words.” Charles redirects you. “Um... I don’t remember saying that.” You mumbled. “Yeah no. That’s what we heard. Right Arthur?” Pierre snickered. 

“Hey if my girlfriend says Frenglish isn’t acceptable then it isn’t, guys” Charles smirked. “Or it is. I don’t remember saying it.” You shrugged. “So you can do whatever you like.” The ceiling looked much more interesting than the gorgeous green eyes looking at you. “I think our work is done here. Let’s go guys.” Lando stood up. “And what exactly was that work, Norizz?” You called out as everyone was walking out the door chattering. Lando just smiled at you and closed the door. 

You and Charles remained quiet and just looked at each other for a long moment. “I don’t k-” “Do you r-” You both spoke at the same time. Gentle giggles echoed in the silence. “I was gonna ask if you regretted it?” Charles looked at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “No. God no. Charles, I don’t regret it at all. But to be honest, I kinda thought you hosted this game night to introduce me as your girlfriend. It sucked ass when you called me your teammate.” You looked down at your feet. You contemplated if sitting down would make this whole shebang less awkward. But Charles quietened your thoughts by standing up and taking your hands in his.

 “Cherie, seconds before you knocked, I was having a full-blown panic attack. I really really like you and I wanted us to be official but I didn’t know what you felt. The guys were there for emotional support because I do not trust myself with any high-risk situation.”

“You drive a car at 300 km/hr almost every weekend.” 

“Please. That is nothing compared to you. Every time I get in the cockpit, I’m more worried about your safety than mine. I was going to introduce you as my girlfriend. Trust me the word was on the tip of my tongue but I was being a pussy and chickened out. I’m so glad you did it tho.” His smile made those adorable dimples pop as he hugged you. “I’m so glad I did it too.” Your voice came out muffled with your cheek pressed against his chest. 

“And I’m so glad you called me pretty.”   

[felsicveins]

Jumping on the bandwagon where people resurrect Creek to be whatever the fuck they want

AU where he winds up as Velvet and Veneers assistant after talking his way out of being eaten

[daddiesdrarryy]

Lucius: Okay, son. The next step in your great grandmother’s recipe is to fold in the cheese

Draco: What does that mean? What does ‘fold in the cheese’ mean?

Lucius: You fold it in

Draco: I understand that, but how do you fold it? Do you fold it in half like a piece of paper and drop it in the pot, or what do you do?

Lucius: Draco, I cannot show you everything

Draco: Okay, well, can you show me ONE thing?

Lucius: You just, here’s what you do. You just fold it in

Draco: I don’t know how to fold broken cheese like that, Father!

Lucius: Then I don’t know how to be any clearer! You take that thing that’s in your hand and you—

Draco: If you say ‘fold in’ one more time—

Lucius: It says ‘fold it in’!

[idioticvamp]

this is messy sorry i’ll make more serious art soon 🥲✨

[cweek]

rare opportunity to get gay with your best friend without having to self reflect

[myuuchii]

i love the art of over protective bros backing branch up with the creek hate but i need more viva hating creek.

creek arguably hurt poppy more than anyone because of his betrayal. imagine the angry girl talk about him

[uwuinhell]

My gift art for my secret Valentine @metalmachination !!!!!

Featuring Moon taking care of some kids!

Also this ↓

[orgonongurlz]

made a little design of craig to the future jason for funsies..,

really happy with how he came out !!

[poetic-ivy]

can u imagine telling your 17yo that his father is dead and his only reaction is to be like ‘okay. I must show u smth very important’ and then take u by the hand to your front door in the middle of the night before poorly howling like an animal at the sky

[zepskies]

So I was really into tumblr about 10 years ago, and have gotten back into it in the last few months. I have a side blog for my fiction that I write and I don't know how to promote it cuz I'm not great at being like "hey you should read this!". I figured you might have some good advice. Thanks 🙂

Hey there! First of all, welcome back to Tumblr! 🙌🏽💜💜 What's the name of your side blog? It can be helpful to have it hyperlinked in your bio of your main blog, and if you have your masterlist as your pinned post there and on your main.

I've only been active myself on here for the past two years or so, but I have gotten this question before, so I do have some posts that may be helpful for you to check out (all of which and more are also linked on my pinned Navigation post):

How to Build a Tumblr Following (In My Experience) - 3 Tips

6 (More) Tips for Building a Tumblr Following

**[Podcast Interview with @idlingintheimpalapodcast]: "Y/N and Let Y/N…"

These are the main two that will cover the basics of optimizing individual posts all social media like (hashtags, formatting, tag lists). This will make sure people see your posts through searched tags. It might contain a lot of stuff you already know, but just in case! Tumblr likes to update rules like every two minutes, especially on tag lists. These tips contain other technical things, like making sure my blog is easy to navigate.

But the social social media stuff might be more of what you're looking for, like giving writing updates and sneak peeks to generate buzz, and setting a consistent posting schedule to keep them hooked.

In the podcast interview (around the 1:07:57 mark), I also talk about my process on increasing engagement with my writing and my blog in general.

These other posts go a little deeper into the topics covered in the first two:

PSA on Tumblr Tags: Tag Lists & # Tags

4 Ways to Create a Tag List

All in all, I've tried to create a positive environment on my blog where people feel they can safely engage with my writing and ask me questions. And I let them know what's coming through updates and other teaser posts.

Let me know if any of these posts help you! 💜

[gigglyfit]

transparent “[insert character here] protects this blog” banners with a few cotc characters, made with blank space for one to add dni info!! i luvvv making these so feel free to submit requests!!! :3 (doesn’t have to be cotc!)

☆ art cred for the sparkle cadet one! ☆

[cenotune]

tweepover pt 1 of 4

I drew tweek as a nightlight and birdhouse in your soul immediately got stuck in my head and refuses to leave. Now I can't stop thinking about that one part that calls lighthouses the primitive ancestors of nightlights like is that not the cutest thing in the world?

anyway p1 2 in like a month bc im slow and busy

[lightdancingwords]

Crossroads of the Heart - Part Two of ?

Pairings: CJ Braxton x Y/N Female reader

Series Summary: Y/N is a psychology major assigned to shadow CJ at The Stand, unaware he's the one who basically saved her life four years before. CJ is unaware that she's the one who left a notable impact on him over the phone four years ago. As they navigate the work at The Stand, they develop a spark that demands revelation and connection.

Word Count: 2,164

Tags/Warnings: none really, though depression and alcoholism is mentioned.

A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! Evidently my muse won't shut up, so here we go! A new story in a new setting! I hope you all enjoy!

Dividers: credit to @saradika-graphics

Chapter Two: Introduction Part Deux

The Stand had the comforting hum of a place where lives were being quietly rebuilt. CJ stood at the front desk, scanning a list of volunteer and paid staff schedules and jotting notes in the margins. His sharp eyes took in the space around him—the posters on the walls, the bookshelf stacked with self-help guides, and the donation jar that always seemed to fill up faster than he expected. Every detail mattered to him. They were proof of how far this place had come.

The door opened with a gentle creak, and CJ instinctively looked up. A young woman stepped in, clutching a notebook against her chest. Her soft features and calm demeanor caught his attention immediately, though it was the way her eyes lingered on the room—taking in every detail like it mattered—that made him straighten.

“Hi,” she said, her voice smooth and warm, like the first notes of a melody. “I’m Y/N. I’m here to start my practicum.”

CJ set down his pen and stepped forward, offering a hand. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Welcome to The Stand. I’m CJ, the manager.”

She shook his hand with surprising firmness, though her gentle smile softened the gesture. “Thank you. It’s a privilege to be here. I’ve wanted to work with The Stand for a long time.”

Her words made CJ pause. He searched her face for a hint of familiarity, wondering if their paths had crossed before, but nothing clicked. “That’s good to hear,” he said, his curiosity piqued. “What drew you to us?”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers brushing against the edge of her notebook. “I’ve always believed in what you’re doing here,” she said carefully. “The idea that a single conversation could change someone’s life... it’s powerful. I wanted to be part of that.”

CJ nodded, his expression softening. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, the kind that couldn’t be faked. “That’s exactly what we try to do here,” he said. “It’s not always easy, but it’s worth it.”

“It must be,” she said, her voice laced with quiet admiration. “You’ve built something incredible.”

CJ chuckled, leaning against the counter. “It’s not just me. This place has been around for years. I just took the reins a while back and tried not to screw it up too much.”

She tilted her head, curious. “How did you end up here? I mean, running the place?”

The question hit a familiar nerve, one CJ had learned to navigate over the years. He looked down briefly, then met her gaze. “Honestly? I was a mess as a teenager. Alcoholism, depression... you name it. I hit rock bottom more times than I care to admit. The Stand was where I turned things around. I started as a volunteer, and it gave me a sense of purpose I didn’t think I’d ever find. When the opportunity came to manage it, I knew I couldn’t pass it up.”

Y/N’s expression softened, her eyes filled with an understanding that made CJ feel unexpectedly seen. “That’s... inspiring,” she said. “Not many people turn their lives around like that, let alone use their experience to help others.”

“It’s not always as noble as it sounds,” CJ admitted with a wry smile. “Some days it’s just about making it to the next one. But yeah, I guess I wanted to be the person I needed back then.”

“That’s a pretty noble goal to me,” Y/N said softly, the corners of her lips curling up in a smile.

CJ cleared his throat, feeling the weight of her gaze. “Well, enough about me. Let me show you around. You’ll get to know the team and see how we do things here.”

“I’d like that,” Y/N replied, her notebook now hanging loosely at her side as she followed him deeper into the space.

As they walked, Y/N asked thoughtful questions, her curiosity evident. “Do you ever wonder about the people you’ve helped? What happened to them?”

“All the time,” CJ admitted. “We don’t always get closure. Sometimes you just have to trust that you made a difference, even if you never see the results.” He thought back to one phone call four years ago that left such an impression, he had never forgotten it. He still had that poem, framed at his desk.

“I think you do,” she said, her voice steady. “Make a difference, I mean.”

He glanced at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

They reached the lounge, where a few staff members were gathered, laughing over a shared joke. CJ gestured to the room. “This is where the magic happens. Well, most of it, anyway. The team’s great—you’ll fit right in.”

Y/N looked around, taking in the warmth of the space. “I hope so. I’m ready to learn.”

CJ nodded, watching her with a growing sense of respect. There was something about her presence that felt... significant. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew one thing: she was here for a reason. And whatever that reason was, he had a feeling it mattered more than either of them realized yet.

CJ led Y/N into the lounge, the hum of conversation and the clatter of coffee mugs greeting them. A handful of staff members sat around the mismatched furniture, a casual but lively energy filling the room. The group’s laughter paused as CJ cleared his throat.

“Alright, everyone,” CJ started, his voice carrying the easy authority of someone both respected and liked. “We’ve got a new practicum student joining us. Meet Y/N.”

The staff turned their attention to her, their faces warm and welcoming. Y/N offered a shy wave, clutching her notebook a little tighter.

“Hi, everyone. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her voice gentle but clear.

CJ gestured toward a young man sprawled on the couch with a laptop balanced precariously on his knees. “That’s Miles. He’s one of our longest-serving staffers and our resident tech wizard. If anything breaks around here, he’s the one who makes sure it’s working again—usually after some colorful cursing.”

Miles grinned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “What CJ means is, I’m the guy who holds this place together when he’s not looking. Welcome aboard, Y/N. Need any tech tips, I’m your guy.”

“Thanks, Miles,” Y/N replied, her smile widening.

Next, CJ nodded toward a woman in her late twenties, her dark curls pulled into a loose bun, a mug of tea in her hands. “This is Priya. She’s our counseling lead and one of the sharpest minds I’ve ever worked with. She runs the training sessions and keeps us all in line.”

Priya raised her mug in greeting, her eyes sparkling with kindness. “Welcome, Y/N. If you have any questions—or need to vent after a tough shift—I’m always around.”

Y/N nodded, her grip on her notebook relaxing slightly. “I’ll definitely take you up on that.”

“And over there,” CJ said, motioning toward a young woman seated cross-legged on the floor, a clipboard resting on her lap, “is Gabby. She’s newish, like you, but she’s already making waves.”

Gabby looked up, her ponytail swinging as she smiled brightly. “Only the good kind of waves, though. Nice to meet you, Y/N! You’ll love it here, I promise.”

“I can tell,” Y/N replied, her tone warm.

CJ let the group settle back into their conversation before turning back to Y/N. “They’ll all be part of your training in one way or another. You’ll shadow a few shifts with Priya and Gabby first to get a feel for how the calls are handled, then we’ll ease you into taking calls yourself. No pressure, though.”

Y/N nodded, her expression a mix of excitement and nerves. “Got it. I’m ready to learn.”

“Good,” CJ said, his voice softening. “We’re glad to have you here.”

He gestured toward an empty chair near the corner of the lounge. “For now, grab a seat and get to know everyone. I’ll grab the training manual and meet you back here in a bit.”

As CJ walked away, Y/N settled into the chair, feeling the hum of camaraderie around her. Miles leaned over from his spot on the couch, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“So, what’s in the notebook?” he asked with a playful grin. “Secret plans to overthrow CJ? Because if so, count me in.”

Y/N laughed, opening the notebook slightly to show pages filled with poems, notes, and inspirational quotes. “Nothing quite that dramatic. Just ideas and notes. I like keeping my thoughts organized.”

Gabby leaned over to peek as well. “Ooh, you write? That’s so cool! Maybe you can help come up with motivational posters to put around the place. We could use some new stuff!”

Y/N smiled, her nerves melting as the group pulled her into their easy rhythm. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.

From the doorway, CJ watched for a moment, his hands in his pockets. Seeing Y/N laugh with the team filled him with a quiet satisfaction. He didn’t know what her full story was, but he had a feeling she’d bring something special to The Stand. And maybe, just maybe, she’d find something she was looking for here too.

After a moment, CJ returned to the lounge, a binder tucked under his arm and a clipboard in hand. He paused in the doorway, watching Y/N laugh at something Gabby had said. It was a good sign—she was settling in already.

“Alright, everyone,” CJ called out, stepping further into the room. “I need to steal Y/N for a bit.”

Y/N glanced up, gathering her notebook as she rose. She followed CJ back to the front desk, where he spread out a schedule and the training manual.

“So,” CJ began, tapping the clipboard with his pen, “here’s what your first week will look like. Tomorrow, you’ll start by sitting in with me during calls. You’ll listen, take notes, and get a feel for how we handle things. After that, we’ll pair you with Gabby or Priya for a couple of shadow shifts before easing you into taking calls yourself.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes scanning the schedule. “That sounds great. I like the idea of easing into it.”

“Good,” CJ said, giving her a small smile. “We don’t throw anyone into the deep end here. Everyone starts where you’re starting. It’s important to understand the flow and build confidence first.”

He flipped through the training manual, showing her the sections on call protocol and common scenarios. “This will be your homework for tonight. Don’t stress about memorizing everything, though. We’ll go over the key parts during training. After all, the manual is just a tool, not something we follow precisely. Every call will be different.”

Y/N flipped through the binder, her expression focused. “Thanks. I’ll make sure I’m ready.”

CJ set the clipboard down, leaning against the counter. “One more thing. Tomorrow, when you’re sitting in, don’t be afraid to ask questions. Even if it’s during a call, jot them down. We’ll go through everything after.”

“Got it,” she said, tucking the training manual under her arm. “I’ll be ready.”

CJ watched her for a moment, sensing her quiet determination. “You’re going to do fine here, Y/N. It’s normal to feel nervous, but I can already tell you’re the kind of person who’s going to make a real impact.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she smiled. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

He straightened, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Alright, I’ll let you go for now. Get settled, look over the manual, and I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.”

“I’ll be here,” she said, her voice steady.

As she walked toward the door, CJ called after her, “Oh, and bring that notebook. You’ll want to keep it handy.”

She laughed softly, lifting the notebook in a mock salute before stepping out into the evening.

CJ watched the door swing shut behind her, a faint smile lingering on his face. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he had a feeling about Y/N. Tomorrow would be just the beginning, and he was curious to see how she’d grow into the role—and how her presence might shift the dynamic of The Stand in ways they couldn’t yet predict.

He sat back down, glanced at the poem he framed on his desk. The newspaper color yellowed from exposure to the light, but it was still readable. He’d made copies, even a digital copy, so he’d never lose it one way or another. He never forgot that call, never forgot the girl. He often thought of her, wondered if she was okay. If she was thriving.

He hoped, one day, she’d call again, if only to give them an update.

CJ fingered the frame, let out a sigh, and went back to work. The helpline couldn’t handle itself, after all.

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[harringroveera]

Billy: Okay, shitbird. The next step in this recipe is to fold in the cheese

Max: What does that mean? What does “fold in the cheese” mean?

Billy: You fold it in

Max: I understand that, but how do you fold it? Do you fold it in half like a piece of paper and drop it in the pot, or what do you do?

Billy: Max, I cannot show you everything

Max: Okay, well, can you show me ONE thing?

Billy: You just, here’s what you do. You just fold it in

Max: I don’t know how to fold broken cheese like that, Billy!

Billy: Then I don’t know how to be any clearer! You take that thing that’s in your hand and you—

Max: If you say “fold in” on more time—

Billy: It says “fold it in”!

[buttfrovski]

(tweek and craig hanging out in tweeks room)

craig, picking up journal and flipping through it: is this a diary?

(to his horror, craig realizes it is a journal full of nothing but dooms day survival plans.

craig then spotted the towers of journals stacked under tweek's desk)

craig, whipping around to look at tweek: wth is all this?

(tweek can do nothing else but stare back at him like this)

[desire-mona]

i hate to say this since i love brennan dearly but im starting to resent d20 because thats like. Most of dropout and i dont like that. can we please do other things