#dinner with the in laws 🤪

[arrowheadedbitch]

Mic: So... you little listeners have any good stories yet? Maybe some sort of adorably sappy moment where you told eachother how you feel, yeah?

Aizawa: Hizashi..

Shinsou: What? We don't really uhm do stuff like that aha

Kaminari: Oh is that so? Because I'm pretty sure I remember you saying something along the lines of "I'll paint the picket fence" when we got together, that doesn't sound familiar to you?

Shinsou: .////. Stooooop

Kaminari: I can quote pretty much the whole thing from memory, if you'd like

Shinsou: Well, you said plenty of embarrassing things too when we got together!

Kaminari: Oh? So saying how much you love me is *embarrassing*?

Shinsou: Wha- uh, no! It isn't! I uh I just meant-

Aizawa: Ooo, rookie move

Mic: Yeah no, that was a good trap, our boy is in deep

[jackhues]

...and maybe it's not love... | oscar piastri

note: here's part 2 <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

faceclaim: various, from pinterest

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youruser

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youruser: what can i say? i'm a busy gal

user: bae... are you soft launching someone or is this just logan again? -> logansargeant: it's not me -> user: LOGAN MY GLORIOUS AMERICAN KING! WHO IS THIS??

user: why are the f1 boys here?? -> user: bcz she took a picture with oscar and i guess they're all friends now -> user: and it's only lando. quite overreacting

yourmomsig: too busy for family dinner -> youruser: ma if it was only our family i'd have been there. i just wasn't in the mood to deal with aunt griselda -> logansargeant: yeah thanks for that, i had to take ur place -> youruser: love you logie

logansargeant: you know you idiots are so cute it almost makes up for making me have dinner with aunt griselda -> user: stop he calls her aunt, 'aunt' - those two are siblings your honors -> youruser: i already told you i love you... what more do you want?

user: GIRL ARE YOU BACK WITH YOUR EX? -> youruser: ew no

user: come home the kids miss you

user: bae who is this man you're taking pics with? do i have to be jealous? -> youruser: nah we're just friends -> user: YOU MEAN YOU'RE FREAKING US ALL OUT TO TELL US THE MAN DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT OFFICIAL YET?? -> youruser: i'm actually crying at this comment this is the funniest fucking thing i've ever read- -> oscarpiastri: she has literal tears streaming down her face -> user: ARIANA? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

oscarpiastri: too busy of a gal to answer your texts? -> youruser: depends on who it is -> user: guys stop logan's besties are becoming besties- i love this!

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youruser

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youruser: signin' out

oscarpiastri: photo creds? -> youruser: no -> user: wait... oscar was at the graduation??????? -> user: i don't think so... he took the first and/or third picture and neither of them are at the ceremony itself. i think he was just invited to the party -> user: quit crushing my dreams girl

logansargeant: proud of you 🤍 -> youruser: love you logie 🤍

landonorris: just in time for hot girl summer -> youruser: 🤪🤪

user: wait i thought she already graduated -> user: this is her law school graduation i think -> user: isn't she like 23?? how?? -> youruser: max course loads + studying during summers! wasn't fun, but i'm FREEEEE

user: girlBOSS

y/bffsuser: i love you !! so so proud -> youruser: i adore you 😘

yourmomsig: love you sweetie, i'm so proud of you -> youruser: love you more ma

user: wait where's the 'friend' she was soft launching a while back -> youruser: we're still going good, trust -> user: lowkey think it's oscar

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yourprivuser

liked by logansargeant, oscarpiastri, y/bffsuser & others

youruser: fun night with fun people

tagged: y/bffsuser, oscarpiastri, logansargeant, friend2, friend3, friend4

oscarpiastri: probably the closest i'll be to graduating -> youruser: it's why i graduated twice, once for me, once for you

y/bffsuser: girl my face was not nice in that last pic -> youruser: puhleasee you look hot

logansargeant: i feel like there's someone you need to thank for all of this -> youruser: uhhhh god? -> logansargeant: girlllllll -> youruser: ugh thank you logan hunter sargeant, the greatest american to have ever lived

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f1gossip

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f1gossip: sources say that oscar piastri was in fort lauderdale between the canadian and brazilian gp. he was most likely there for y/n y/ln's graduation, but we cannot confirm if he attended the ceremony or only the party afterwards. the two know each other through their best friend logan sargeant, and we can confirm that they've only become friends during the miami gp, which is around the same time y/n began soft launching someone she calls a 'friend'

many think her and oscar piastri have started or are starting a relationship, and the belief has been cemented by him attending her graduation party. these pictures look like oscar and y/n going out for dinner with her friends, holding hands at one point, and then hanging out at oscar's hotel afterwards. we cannot confirm or deny that any of these pictures are in fact oscar and y/n as they aren't clear, but they do look similar to them.

for more information on y/n y/ln, check out the link in our bio

tagged: oscarpiastri, youruser, logansargeant

user: i ship them

user: bro who even is she??

user: how much y'all wanna bet she's not even really friends with logan?

user: that doesn't even look like oscar, y'all wilding

user: maybe he's just there to support a friend (in denial)

user: she doesn't look good

user: i don't like them together

user: oscar's too good for her

user: y'all hella interested in people who don't give a shit about you

youruser: wow my very own post on f1gossip- mom look i made it -> yourmomsig: congrats baby -> user: HER MOM ACTUALLY COMMENTED LMAOOOOO -> user: i changed my mind i stan her -> user: guys i really hope she's with oscar -> user: i don't think she is 😢 otherwise she'd probably ignore this post

user: y'all as much as i love them, i doubt they're together- most wags ignore these posts and this chick's out here commenting and calling her mom 💀

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Y/N STARED AT THE MCLAREN CAP, unsure if she should wear it. It shouldn't mean anything to the public, just her showing support to one of her new friends. Because to them, that's all Oscar really was. Her friend.

They didn't know about the constant texts, the late night face times, the movie dates while across an ocean from each other. They didn't know about the way her heart would race whenever she saw his text, how he'd make her giggly and blush just by calling her a cute little nickname. They knew nothing.

Besides, she was wearing a Williams Racing shirt in support of Logan. Why should a simple McLaren cap - not even fully papaya colored - mean anything to the public?

"Oh my God, just put the cap on," Logan groaned, making way over and putting it on her head for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, fixing the cap so it didn't ruin her hair.

"Shut up," she muttered. "I'm just nervous."

"You have no need to be," Logan promised her. "Oscar's going to lose his mind when he sees you in person, turn into a stuttering, stumbling mess, and you're going to be so touched by his awkwardness that you're going fall in love. All in all, it's a win-win situation."

"I don't like you," Y/N rolled her eyes, following Logan out of the hotel and in the car. She had arrived in England a few days ago, but kept a low profile. She missed the first two practices, before deciding to arrive on track for FP3 and quali. She'd also make her way over for the race tomorrow.

The two best friends shared TikToks and reels with each other during the short drive, making their way out of the car and towards the paddock once they arrived. Y/N tried to keep her hands at her sides, away from the McLaren cap on her head. No need to make it obvious. Cameras flashed and recorded videos as her and Logan walked down, making her incredibly nervous.

She felt hot, really hot. And... was she sweating? She resisted the urge to smell.

"You're fine," Logan promised, sensing her inner anxiety. "Nobody's focusing on your cap, they take videos of all the drivers arriving at track. Stop spiraling."

Y/N blinked back to the present at Logan's words, realizing that she was indeed falling into a spiral. It was all going to be okay. Logan was going to be there no matter what.

"Thanks Logie," she smiled. "You're the best."

"Yeah, I know," he nodded to himself.

She rolled her eyes, swatting him in the arm. Arriving outside the Williams' garage, she waved at Alex Albon.

"Hey, Y/N," he jogged over from inside. "How are you? Logan never even told me you're coming."

"I'm great Alex, thanks," she grinned. "And it was a bit of a surprise. I didn't want people to know I was coming here today. I have a job interview in a few days, so I decided why not come early and watch the GP in person."

"Good decision," he laughed. He looked at her cap, "Are you heading inside or heading to McLaren?"

"Uh... I think I'll head over to McLaren," she decided. "I don't want news of my arrival reaching Oscar before I get to surprise him."

Alex raised his brows, before fixing his expression, "Right, you guys finally met at Miami. I take it you became friends, right?"

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, trying not to let her heart eyes show. "I probably should've taken Logan's offer to meet his racing friends years ago. Most of them are pretty cool."

"I hope I'm one of them," Alex joked.

"You're at the top of the list," she winked. "Anyways, I'll catch you guys later on. Don't leave without me Logan."

"Same goes to you," he waved.

Y/N flipped him off, turning to make her way to McLaren garage. She could hear Logan's laughter behind her, making her smile to herself. Who knew when the last time he genuinely laughed on a race weekend even was?

Over the last few months, she'd seen lots of clips of Oscar and Logan hanging out together - more than usual - and usually joining them was Lando. It seemed that the Brit was interested in becoming friends with Logan after Miami, which honestly made her happy.

She arrived outside the McLaren garage, debating if she should head in or wait outside, or maybe just head back to Williams.

Before she could make up her mind, she heard someone make a surprised little noise.

"Y/N?" Lando asked, exiting the garage once he saw her. "You're here? Oscar that little brat, he never even told me you're going to visit."

"That's because he doesn't know," Y/N laughed. "It's a surprise. I kind of insinuated that I wouldn't be able to watch the race at all, but... well, I'm here!"

"Ugh you two are just so absolutely adorable," Lando sighed, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll take you to him. He said he's going to talk to his dad, I think."

"His dad's here?" She asked, stopping in her tracks. "Why did no one tell me his dad was going to be here?"

"Quit freaking out," Lando rolled his eyes. "His real dad's not here, I don't think."

"Then who is he — Charles?" Y/N asked. "They're still doing that little bit from Monaco."

Lando pointed to where Oscar was, indeed talking with someone in Ferrari gear. Y/N stood on her tiptoes, recognizing Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend, in the middle of some conversation with Oscar. Leo slept soundly in Alexandra's arms.

"Let's wait for them to finish their conversation," Y/N suggested, feeling bad for coming up to them while they were talking.

"Nope," Lando shook his head, leading her across and closer to Oscar.

"Lando, no, no, no, Lando, I will throw you under one of the cars, no, Lando—"

"Quick, laugh like I said something funny," Lando whispered.

Y/N was so surprised by his request, that she stopped trying to plot his murder.

"Laugh, woman!" Lando muttered.

"Oh, right," Y/N responded.

Trying her best to seem somewhat genuine, she thought of that time Oscar texted her because he walked into a pole. Which made her laugh so hard, she walked into a door.

She giggled at the memory, laughing as the duo approached the others.

Lando, seeing Oscar's head whip over immediately at the sound of her laughter, began giggling too. The two had to stop a few steps away from Oscar, Charles and Alexandra because of how hard they were laughing.

"Did you see— the way he—" Lando couldn't get a sentence out without bursting into another round of laughter.

"Lando, get your shit together," Y/N wiped her eyes, straightening up.

Charles and Alex raised their eyebrows, entirely confused by what was happening a few steps away from them, while Oscar stared at Y/N like she was a mound of gold.

"Okay, okay— never mind, I can't do it," Lando fell into another round of laughter every time he remembered how quickly Oscar looked at her.

"Oh my God," Y/N muttered, sending an apologetic smile towards the trio near them.

She grabbed Lando's arm and dragged him the final few steps, smiling at the small group.

"I'm so sorry about that," she apologized. "Lando here doesn't know how to behave."

At this point, Lando's laughter, which was finally beginning to stop, starting up all over again.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm so sorry," Lando got out. "I'm not laughing at you guys, I promise. I'm laughing at Osc."

"What did I do?" Oscar asked, finally snapping out of whatever trance he'd gone in after hearing Y/N's laughter.

At his question, Lando's laughter came back, this time high pitched and bringing on some tears.

Y/N leaned closer to Oscar, whispering, "Is this normal?"

"Just ignore him," he responded, hoping she couldn't hear his heart beating all over his body. "It'll stop eventually."

"If it doesn't it'll give the rest of us an edge in the race," Charles offered.

"Right, uh Charles, Alexandra, this is Y/N," Oscar introduced them, the group now choosing to ignore Lando as he sat on the floor and laughed some more. "She's uh, a friend of mine, and also Logan's best friend. She usually only comes to Miami, but apparently is here today."

"Surprise!" She grinned.

Oscar smiled, the feeling of her happiness radiating towards him. Maybe he liked surprises a lot more than he realized.

"Logan, uh..."

"Sargeant," Lando supplied to Charles from his spot on the floor, wiping his eyes to clear up some tears. "The one who drives for Williams."

Y/N's smile dipped slightly at the reminder that Charles was another driver who wasn't quite close with Logan. But she brought the smile back immediately, doing her best to be nice.

In fact, it was only because Oscar had his eyes on Y/N the entire time that he noticed the small dip. He didn't know just what it was about, but he remembered her make the same expression when she first met Lando.

"Right, yeah," Charles nodded. "I just wanted to make sure I had the right one. It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Charles, and this is my girlfriend Alex."

"Nice to meet you guys," she smiled again, and it was as if nothing was wrong. She cooed at Leo asleep in Alex's arms, "Aw, cute dog. I've been more of a cat person my whole life, but I love puppies."

"His name's Leo," Alex introduced the dog.

"Oh, he's adorable," she grinned.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N," Charles nodded in her direction. "We've got to go now, but hopefully we'll see you later on. Bye Lando, bye son."

"Bye dad," Oscar laughed.

"Bye," Lando waved at them.

Once they were gone, Y/N looked back at Oscar, only to see him already looking at her.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hey," he breathed out.

"Oi, you two are being too lovey dovey in front of the cameras," Lando warned them. "Go to the motorhome or something."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but he wasn't wrong. There were much more cameras around McLaren than Williams, and people would be dissecting Y/N and Oscar's every move. Considering they weren't even dating, she wanted to keep the secret for a little while longer.

"Right, uh... you wanna come along, Y/N?" Oscar asked her.

"Sure, I'm not due back at Williams until the end of the day," she shrugged. "I got to return my paddock pass then. Coming, Lando?"

"No thank you," he shook his head. "I like my spot on the floor, and I'd rather not accidentally be a cockblock."

"Lando, we're not going to have sex in Oscar's motorhome," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"We're not?" Oscar asked, a joking glint in his eyes.

"Take me out on a date first, then we'll see," she responded in the same tone, turning towards the motorhome and making her way there.

"Hey, I already asked," he reminded her, catching up. "It's up to you to decide when you're cashing in the rain check."

Y/N tilted her head at him, a small smile making its way to her face. "Tell you what, you win the race tomorrow, I'll go on a date with you the next day."

Oscar smirked, "Well, I have to win the race now."

"Nice to know where your motivation factor lies."

The two arrived outside the room, and Oscar opened the door for her.

"What a gentleman," Y/N grinned to herself, entering the small space.

She took a seat on the bed, while Oscar sat in the chair by the desk.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asked once it was just the two of them, no cameras, no Lando, no one else.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, there's something bothering you," Oscar noted. "Or it did bother you at one point. When you were talking to Charles and Alex, you frowned at the start of the conversation. Right after I'd introduced you to them. Like, as if you were upset by something they said or did, I don't know."

Y/N frowned again at the reminder of that interaction, before shaking her head quickly to clear her thoughts.

"Nothing, I mean... like it's not a big deal," she tried to explain. "It's just this weird thing about me."

"You know you can trust me with anything, right?"

"I know, Oscar," she sighed. "It's just... it's complicated, I guess."

"If you want to talk about it, I've got time," he responded.

Y/N stared at him, remembering how she thought she hated him just a few months ago. She saw him as an egotistic prick, who'd left her best friend in the dust after stealing him from her. And here he was now... telling her he'd listen to her if she wanted him to.

"I didn't like you for a long time," she confessed.

At Oscar's hurt look, she continued quickly.

"Wait, no, that didn't come out the way I wanted," she closed her eyes. "I mean, like when we were kids, a long, long time ago. Because, for our entire lives, it'd been Logan and I. We did everything together, always. And then he got serious with racing, and he made other friends. Which was fine by me, because I'd always been his best friend. The only one who managed to come close to my position in Logan's eyes, was you. You were the one who'd managed to be one of his closest friends, because of racing, and you were the one who was closest to taking my place. And... well I was jealous. Which was why I often ran away after Logan's races, never stopped to meet you or talk with you, or any of the other drivers.

"And, you know, the years passed, and Logan and I remained close, and the jealousy faded, but then, I don't know. I guess I was embarrassed to talk to you, because I'd been jealous for so long. And then you both went into F1, and I told myself I'd be happy for both of you... but I wasn't, really. You just— I mean, you came into F1, and the love for you was immediate. The fans, your team, the other drivers. They all loved you, and they wanted to talk to you. And Logan... Logan got stuck with a shitty car and a shitty team, and none of the drivers even wanted to talk to him."

She took a deep breath, continuing, "and I know it's not your fault, but I love Logan, okay? Like I'd quite literally give up my life for him, and seeing him constantly in a place where he wasn't being treated fairly, where he wasn't happy.... it hurts. He's here because he loves racing, but every time people talk shit about him or act like he didn't put in so much work to be here, it makes me upset. I was... I don't know, envious of you on behalf of Logan, if that makes sense. And so I kind of ignored you during F1 as well. But then I began talking to you, and that first time I heard you speak, stumbling over your words, I think that's when I realized you were human. Just like Logan. You didn't choose it to be this way and you can't help it. And you know, a lot of times I can forget most of the people out there have never acknowledged Logan, because he's asked me to forget it so many times, but then they remind me that they haven't... and it hurts, Oscar. It hurts to see that. So you know, I'm sorry for judging you before ever even meeting you. That was stupid of me."

Oscar stared at her for a moment, feeling sick at her words. He'd never had someone who he was that close with, not outside of his family. He couldn't even imagine what went through her head every time she saw him, or the other drivers. He didn't blame her for her feelings, she had every right to hate anyone out there.

"Oscar?" she began hesitantly. "Are you... are you alright?"

He got up from his chair, standing in front of her and pulling her close. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, melting into his hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry that I let it happen."

"Oscar, it's not your fault," she said, her voice muffled by his embrace. "I realize that now, and it's something Logan's always known. He's never blamed you, I don't either. It's just the way life works."

"It's not great," Oscar commented.

"Nah, not really," she agreed. "But it won't stay like this forever."

She wouldn't let it.

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f1

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f1: and it's the FIRST career GRAND PRIX WIN for oscar piastri! a daring move by the aussie in the final laps of the race put him ahead of max verstappen and as the leader of the race, where he led quite comfortably to the checkered flag

mclaren: that's our guy!!

user: OSCARRRRR GO OFF

user: LOGAN IN POINTS SOMEONE TALK ABOUT LOGAN IN POINTS -> user: your honor they're boyfriends

youruser: wow a race winner -> oscarpiastri: it was nothing

user: OSCAR OSCAR OSCAR OSCAR

user: someone check on y/n -> user: ???? -> user: well her and oscar might be dating no one knows. but she's besties with logan, and one of them won and the other's in points so she might be celebrating

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: winning the race ➡️ winning in life

user: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!! WHO IS THIS???

user: mans just dropped a whole bomb and left

user: boy isn't responding to ANYONE -> user: he said 'look at my girl' and then dipped

user: y'all that's y/n i'm calling it -> user: no she looks too tall in the second pic -> user: i think she's wearing heels

user: oscar get your ass back on this app and answer the peoples' questions -> oscarpiastri: no.

youruser: ugh i love her nails -> oscarpiastri: 🙄 she said thanks babe -> youruser: your girl loves me more than you -> oscarpiastri: i'm afraid it may be so

user: NAH IT AINT Y/N! LOOK AT HER COMMENTS

user: y/n bestie boo tell us who oscar's new girl is -> youruser: no.

user: y/n and oscar are hilarious bcz she's been soft launching her 'friend' for months and now oscar's hiding a whole girlfriend from us -> user: i see what logan meant when he said they're too similar but also completely opposite

user: i still think the girl's y/n

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youruser:

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youruser: summer of 24... you were definitely one for the books

tagged: oscarpiastri

user: YOU'VE BEEN SOFTLAUNCHING OSCAR ALL ALONG????

user: the way i didn't actually see this one coming

user: I FUCKING KNEW ITT

oscarpiastri: best summer yet 🩷 -> youruser: got me blushing and shii

logansargeant: i'd like a written thank you card for being the reason you two are together -> youruser: no 🤍

user: i just KNOW logan's been their biggest shipper

yourmomsig: cutiess

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: it's been ten years in the making

tagged: youruser

user: SHUT UP

user: wait they've been dating for TEN YEARS??!! -> user: no i think he had a crush on her for like ten years

youruser: i adore you 🩷 -> oscarpiastri: it's hard not to adore me

youruser: s i m p -> oscarpiastri: are you complaining? -> youruser: no

logansargeant: again. am i getting a thank you at all??? -> oscarpiastri: sorry my future wife said no -> youruser: jasdjfakhfrshgous -> user: nah she real for that- i'd do the same if oscar said that about me

user: she needs to lose some weight

user: ew why does she smile like that

user: MOM AND DAD

landonorris: i'd also like a thank you for not being a cockblock -> oscarpiastri: no.

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f1gossip

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f1gossip: well it's officially been confirmed by oscar piastri and y/n y/ln that they are dating and have been together for at least the summer. it's unclear when they began dating, but we can assume it was after the miami grand prix, where it is believed that they met for the first time.

y/n y/ln is the childhood best friend of logan sargeant, and has took to social media multiple times to defend him. she has completed law school, and we believe she works in england, which is where oscar is located at the moment. for more information on y/n y/ln and the timeline of her and oscar piastri's relationship, check the link in our bio

user: bro who cares

user: i thought this was a driver gossip page not the wags

user: what does oscar see in her? -> user: right like she has to have bewitched him

user: i love her she's such a girlboss

user: idk how oscar does it. my brain would stop working once she smiled at me

user: something about their relationship screams pr to me -> user: like wdym they only met in miami bcz fans wanted them to and now they're dating -> user: nah that's sketchy

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notes: well here's the anticipated part 2!! i hope you guys enjoy it! if you'd like to be added to my tag list, please comment on part one of this series just so all the comments are in one place. let me know what you guys think of this part in the comments + reblogs <3

and again my tags don't always work, so you might want to follow my writing tag 'naqia writes!' or the tag for this short series 'the bsf of my bsf! series' so they show up on your dash at some point :)

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[crazyaboutto]

Elrond season 1 serves

I understand Celebrían so well now after seeing trop. Her elf breakfast, lunch and dinner are all Elrond

How animated and happy he is and he is poetic ❤️❤️

Very cutesy very mindful very demure very polite ✨✨

You can take him to meet your parents without question

Even when he's tired or rather faking it, he is graceful with puckered up mouth😘

Then there is mine scene with messy hair

So this is what Celebrían sees after having sex - exhausted, messy hair, leaning back 🤭

You have face card both in low light and sunlight, babygirl 🥰🥰

He looks well when threatened too. Though he doesn't seem into it like Sauron but that might be due to his mother-in-law doing it. Maybe when Celebrían does it, he'll be into it 🤪

[underkunimi]

all i think about is them

anyways i was scrolling through pinterest and got to thinking, law and luffy are also the couple that can’t keep their hands off each other.

they’re sitting next to each other? luffy has his legs in Law’s lap

sitting at the table waiting for Sanji to finish dinner? their pinkies are linked

hanging out on the helm of the Sunny when it’s nice out? Law will be sitting behind Luffy with his arms around his waist

chilling on the deck when it’s bright out? Luffy pulls Law into his lap to block the sun

when the stars are out? you may find them cuddling up in the crows nest

Luffy is bored? he’ll start playing with Laws fingers

stopping on a new island? Law is being dragged through town by Luffy with their hands clasped together

also the stuff from this post

if we wanna get modern au:

Luffy has a bunch of pictures of Law asleep on top of him cause he can’t sleep without Luffy

when they go to the gym? please you can expect Law to post an picture of Luffy hugging him and being like “mine🤪”

Luffy always wants to hold Laws hand

They play footsie under the table when they go out to eat

Law is always giving Luffy forehead kisses

They like playing with each others hair

they go someplace super crowded? Luffy has his hand in Laws back pocket and Law has his hand in Luffys back pocket

if they arrive somewhere separately, Luffy makes a beeline for Law and either hugs him or kisses him

Law pouts when he and Luffy are together but Luffy isn’t holding his hand

Luffy gets grumpy when he doesn’t get a good morning/goodnight kiss from Law

[shelbystales]

Ceramic Lessons - Part Two

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Warning: nothing so far, this is also a slow chapter. Mention of abusive relationship

A/N: this is my first time writing for Cillian, so a small reminder that this has nothing to do with his real life. I feel like this is going too slow. But I promise next episode we are having some fun 🤪 Oh, and I should have used that gif on the last episode. Fits perfectly when she’s helping him out

English is my second language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistake

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A smooth R&B song played softly in the background as Cillian entered his brother's apartment. In addition to the music, the open-concept kitchen buzzed with the sounds of pots, water, and food being prepared.

"Cill! Honey, Cill's here," Joana, his brother's wife, greeted him with a warm hug. "Where's the little one, Lukas? I thought he'd come with you."

"Hi, Joana. No, he's with his mom," Cillian replied.

Páide emerged from the kitchen, his white shirt stained with tomato sauce. "Little brother, how was the ceramics class with the not-so-young ladies?" he teased.

"Hey, Pád. I'm sorry, but it was better than poker," Cillian joked, shaking his brother's hand.

"I feel personally attacked by that," Páide laughed, and Cillian chuckled along. "Want a beer?" Cillian nodded.

"How are the kids?" Cillian asked after grabbing a beer and leaning against one of the counters.

"They're good, having a pajama night tonight," Páide replied, returning to the stove.

Páide was an excellent cook. 

He first graduated in gastronomy, then decided to pursue law and become a lawyer. He still says that one of his biggest dreams is to open a restaurant by the beach and retire. Cillian joked that it wouldn't be retirement, but rather a huge headache.

"What are we having for dinner? It smells good," Cillian remarked, glancing at the pot.

"Shepherd's pie," Páide answered with a proud smile.

"Mom's recipe?"

"Of course!" He replied as if there were no other possible answer.

They talked about the projects Cillian was working on. He was currently working on a play, but not as an actor, he was helping write and soon direct the play. He was experimenting. 

And after he told with much enthusiasm his new projects, Pad shared a problem he had at the kids' school. One of his daughters had told another kid to fuck off and even called him an asshole. 

"I was called to the principal's office, man. And believe me, the kid deserved it," he said, putting the pie in the oven, and making Cillian laugh.

"Kids can be cruel," Cillian agreed. "Their honesty can be challenging to handle sometimes."

"No doubt," Pad replied, rubbing his eyes, as Joana entered the kitchen.

"Oh, honey, why don't you change your clothes before your sisters arrive, hm?" Joana said, patting her husband's back. "He can't cook without making a mess," she laughed, wiping a red stain from his shirt with a dishcloth.

"I didn't make that much of a mess," he said and then kissed her. "Be right back," he added, leaving the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Cillian helped Joana tidy up the kitchen and set the table. 

Sile and Orla arrived together shortly after.

Family dinners were a common occurrence among the Murphys. Since their parents' passing, they made great efforts to stay together, to not lose contact.

Sitting at the table, they were always surrounded by good conversation and laughter. Just as they assumed their parents would’ve wanted.

"So, how was the ceramics class, Cill?" Orla asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Good," Cillian replied, taking a sip of his beer.

"You know he liked it so much that he's coming with me again next week," Sile said excitedly.

"All that to avoid poker?" Orla asked, laughing. 

"I get it, Cill. That's why I usually spend the whole Saturday at the salon." Joana said making everyone chuckle

"Hey? I thought it was to look beautiful for me," Pad teased.

"Hm, no, if it's to look beautiful for someone, it's for myself," she laughed and playfully tossed the cloth napkin in his direction.

"What can I say, it was a cool class. You guys should try it" Cillian said, shrugging.

"To be honest, I think he was more interested in our hot teacher," Sile said, drawing surprised looks from the table.

"No way?" Pad said, setting down his fork.

"Come on, Sile. You're making things up," Cillian tried to brush it off.

"I'm not making it up. There was a moment when she was helping him, and the tension in the air was so thick, I could have cut it with scissors," she laughed.

"You dog, Cillian!" Pad said, laughing.

"No, no. I'm no dog.  And you're making things up," Cillian said awkwardly, taking a sip of his beer.

"It was about time you got interested in someone," Orla said. "The teasing is just a form of encouragement, Cill. We're happy for you," she chuckled.

"Yeah, man, it's time for you to get laid, you know. Sorry, but I'm just saying what everyone's thinking," Pad said.

"You're an idiot," Cillian replied, shaking his head and taking a big gulp of his beer.

"Okay, my words were uncalled for, but come on Cill. You need to loosen up. Live life," Pad said. "And having sex is good for you, man."

"You think I don't have sex? That I spent the last few months traveling the world promoting the movie like a fucking priest?" He asked, getting a bit irritated.

"I don't know, I guess so. You don't say anything," Pad replied.

"I don't need to say anything. Especially not about whether I've slept with someone," Cillian continued.

"Please tell me there's no little Murphy running around out there that we don’t know of," Sile joked, making Cillian smile.

"Well, I do miss having a baby in the family," Orla teased.

"You guys are unbearable," Cillian said, smiling. 

"Okay, now that we've confirmed that Cillian is a ladies' man, tell us more about the teacher," Orla said to Sile.

"Oh, she's beautiful and sweet. I think she's single, but I'm not sure," Sile said, finishing her bite. "She's also incredibly patient. Last week, one of the students brought her daughter to the class, a five years old, much like yours Pad. And she taught the little girl with all the patience in the world. The girl accidentally knocked over a vase she had made, a gorgeous vase. I was thinking of buying it myself, the price was over 200 bucks… and she just said, 'It's okay, accidents happen.' I thought it was something out of the ordinary; I would've lost my cool and yelled the hell out of the kid," she laughed. "But I think she's like that because of ceramics. I feel like I'm becoming more patient too. When you're there working on your project, sometimes things don't go well... and you just have to understand that it's not about you; sometimes things just don't work out, no matter how hard you try," Sile looked at Cillian, who gave a shy smile. He knew the message was for him.

"She sounds like a good person," Orla said, smiling.

"She is," Sile agreed. “I think Cill should try something. Ask her on a date… I don't know. That if he wants. Of course”.

She looked at him like a kid that just made a mess and is afraid to get in trouble. 

“Did I tell you guys that Lukas wants a dog?” Cillian changed the subject making everyone laugh

The dinner continued with another topic of conversation. Despite the teasing earlier, Cillian appreciated them and their concern in their… unique ways. 

As the night grew late, everyone helped tidy the dining room and kitchen. 

Orla left earlier because she had a plane to catch early in the morning. She was going to visit her long-distance boyfriend. 

Sile and Cillian got in the elevator together and Sile smiled at her brother “Hey, sorry about throwing you under the bus like that” she said 

“Yeah, you better watch your back” he smiled

“Jokes apart, you should go for it. She is a nice woman” she continued

“You never give up, do you?” He asked, one eyebrow raised. 

“I am your younger sister, you should know I can be a pain. And that's the entire reason I was so relentlessly asking you to come. She's a good woman. You deserve a good woman, Cill” She smiled 

“Goodnight, Sile” Cillia kissed her on the cheek as the elevator’s doors opened and he left right after.

***

That same night, you dined alone in your apartment, sitting on the cold floor while watching a random movie on Netflix.

Although you felt a sense of loneliness, this solitude strangely brought you comfort.

Not more than three years ago, you were trapped in an abusive relationship, yearning to be free and to have some time alone. 

The grim statistics of women murdered by their husbands haunted you, and two years ago, you narrowly escaped becoming a part of that horrifying reality, representing a mere 0.005% or even less.

For a long time, you couldn't bear the thought of being alone, haunted by the events, and the man, who was sentenced to ten years for attempted murder and additional months for physical assault. 

He might be behind bars, but the emotional scars remain. Even after his arrest, he haunted you.

You had counseling meetings twice a week. Thank God your parents were able to help you financially and in any other way possible. 

You went back to live with them for a while, and through a tight support network, you pulled yourself through it all. Your friends and family stuck by you and did everything in their hands to help you. But most important, you never gave up, you forced yourself out of that shitty place.

After your psychiatrist told you to find a hobby, you tried many things; you went to numerous classes, guitar, painting, cooking, dancing, knitting, embroidery and many others… they were fun, but you fell in love with ceramics class. You connected with it in a way that you can't even understand. When you work with clay, your mind goes silent. 

There's nothing in the world that brings you such peace of mind.

It soon became more than a hobby as you started to produce and sell your ceramics. Your clientele mainly consists of restaurants and hotels. Additionally, your young TI brother helped you develop an online shop, to help you sell some of your products. 

You rarely had nightmares about your ex now, and after two years, you finally have your life back. You still have some relapses, yes, especially when, despite all the possible prison securities, he manages to send you letters or messages. 

"Eight years left of peace," that's your mantra now – no need to worry about something that will only happen in eight years.

Easier said than done.

But one step at a time, you even went out on a date this month. A date your friend Sofia set up for you. The date went well, you were having your second date tomorrow.

But he wasn't special. He didn't make you feel anything at all. But you figured he would be a good test run. 

To be honest, it's been a long time since you felt attracted to someone, and for that reason, you were still trying to understand what happened between you and Cillian earlier. Trying to understand where it all came from.

***

A week passed, and you were sitting in a chair on the small veranda of the studio, enjoying a ray of sunlight. 

Your Sunday date was similar to the previous one, nothing extraordinary. He's a nice, handsome, and kind guy, but maybe a bit bland. 

He dropped you off at home and bid farewell with a kiss. The kiss was good, and surprisingly, it ended up in your bed. No, you didn't have sex. You had your doubts if you were ready for that, and Sunday was a confirmation that you weren't. 

You invited him in because you wanted to sleep with him, but it didn't make sense. He spent a good amount of time giving you mediocre oral, and that was as far as you could go with him. 

Perhaps that's why you couldn't do it? Maybe because he seemed bad in bed? He spent around 30 minutes going down on you without making you eliciting a genuine moan.

But it's okay, it's part of the process. Maybe.

"Hey, y/n," Loui called, and you jumped a little.

"Wow, Loui. I didn't see you coming," you said, adjusting in your chair.

"Sorry, I put some pieces in the ceramic kiln, and they're ready. Should we take them out now?" he asked.

"Sure, today we'll glaze them," you said, getting up. "Let me help you. Later, we'll cut 100 grams each for modeling. We won't have much time, so let's make something small."

"Alright. How was the date?" he asked as you both entered the kiln room.

The ceramic kiln room was relatively large, with two kilns in one corner near the window. The walls were filled with shelves, mostly displaying your and Loui's pieces. On the floor, beneath the shelves, lay kilos of clay wrapped in plastic bags.

"I was thinking about it. I think it went well, but I'm not sure if I want to go out with him again," you admitted.

"That's a shame, but it happens. It took me some time to find my Juliet," he said, smiling.

"Romeo and Juliet killed each other, Loui. I've said before it's not a story to compare to," you said with a sheepish smile.

"Oh, y/n! Shakespeare portrayed such a beautiful and profound love that only death could separate them. To me, that's beautiful," he said. Loui was a literature enthusiast.

"Healthy relationships don't lead to death, Loui."

"It's just a story. I didn't know you didn't like Shakespeare," he said, taking the pieces out of one kiln while you did the same with the other.

"I do like it, but I don't appreciate the idealization of Romeo and Juliet," you shrugged. "I don't think people interpret it well either. I don't know."

"Maybe the problem is your interpretation, not others'," he said, and you fell silent, contemplating his words. Maybe he had a point?

As you took the pieces, you noticed Cillian's vase and smiled. Despite being a little lopsided and dented, it looked beautiful.

The sound of voices and people arriving in the studio started to fill the air. Glancing at your wristwatch, you realized the class was about to begin.

Carefully, you and Loui placed the pieces on the workbench.

"Today, we're going to glaze them. Choose your colors," you said to everyone present, then went to get the rest of the pieces.

Upon your return, you saw Cillian and Sile chatting and laughing together. He looked different today, dressed in a slightly more casual outfit than last week - a regular white shirt and loose, worn jeans.

You left the remaining pieces on the table and clapped your hands together to remove the dust.

"Well, after glazing, we'll take 100 grams of clay each for modeling. Today, no potter's wheel; we'll use our hands," you announced, drawing everyone's attention and a disappointed sigh from some.

You were busy for a while, fetching the colors the students requested, while Loui cut the clay into uniform pieces.

"What color do you think will look good?" Sile asked you, showing her vase. Cillian beside her.

You took a deep breath and pushed your hair away from your face. Your coiled hair had come loose from running around, now hanging loosely.

"Sile, you can do a lot of cool things with yours," you said after thinking. "You can glaze by immersion or use a brush, add some designs, like the flowers in your last piece. As for you, Cillian, I think since yours has a more organic feel, you can use the brush to create some organic shapes as well. The color choice is up to you both," you smiled.

"More organic," Sile laughed. "It actually turned out pretty good, huh? I thought Cillian's would be a disaster."

"I thought so too," he admitted, smiling. "But it's presentable."

"It's a beautiful piece. If you don't tell anyone, they won't know the dents weren't intentional," you smiled, and he smiled back. Your eyes locked for a long moment, sending shivers down your spine.

"I think I'll go with a terracotta color and white," Sile decided, taking your attention from her brother, and you nodded. "Choose yours, Cill,so she can get them for both of us."

"I have no idea," he laughed awkwardly, looking at his vase.

"I'll take the white immersion and terracotta brush for you Sile. You can add terracotta on top of the white glaze keeping the brush strikes. It will look nice," you suggested. You looked at Cillian. "And for you, maybe navy blue or moss green with white, doing the same technique as Sile."

"Whatever you say. I trust you," he laughed, and you nodded, smiling, and went to fetch the glazes for both of them.

You continued to guide the students through the glazing process, offering advice and suggestions. 

Cillian and Sile seemed to be having fun, exchanging playful banter as they dipped their brushes into the glaze. Cillian’s genuine smile and gentle interactions with others warmed your heart. Well, at least he’s proving not to be a spoiled Hollywood star.

You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes frequently darted in your direction, and you couldn’t help but to steal some glances at him too. 

Afterward, you all gathered around the kiln to load the glazed pieces carefully. Loui managed the kiln firing process, ensuring everything went smoothly.After that, you gave them a task to manually make a cup using a technique called pinching.

"This first step may seem similar, but we're going to create a hole in the middle of the clay and then gently pinch the walls of the cup, gradually thinning them. This will start shaping it like a cup. It won't be as flawless as the cups we make on the wheel, but depending on the finish, it might even turn out more beautiful," you explained, demonstrating the process using a piece of ceramic. "The imperfections can actually add character to the final piece."

As you moved around, you noticed that Cillian was deeply focused on his work, his brow furrowed in concentration. Sile, on the other hand, was chatting animatedly with the other students while she worked. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and the group around her laughed and shared stories as they molded their cups. She was like a social butterfly, different from her brother, who seemed a bit more private. 

"Y/n," Loui spoke, calling you to a corner to talk to you in private. "I need to go. I have that doctor's appointment I told you about."

"Ah, sure. You can go. See you on Monday," you smiled and bid him farewell with a hug.

At the end of the class, you made sure everyone signed the pieces they had made, so none would be lost.

After everyone started leaving, you realized how much an assistant was needed; the tidying process was taking much longer after classes. 

Cillian and Sile talked at the entrance of the studio. You glanced at them, to notice Cillian eyes on you. you gave him a soft smile and continued on cleaning the table they used. 

"You know, you have two options," Sile said to Cillian as she took off her apron and put it in her own bag.

"What are you talking about?" Cillian asked, confused, briefly diverting his attention from you.

"You can ask her out tonight. Or you can wait the whole week until next Saturday and then ask her out. It's up to you. It's inevitable, it's going to happen. Why procrastinate?" she asked, eliciting a smile from Cillian. "I'll be in the bathroom for about 5 minutes. Make up your mind."

Cillian watched his sister walk away to the restroom and debated whether he should follow her advice. After considering a few different options, he eventually gathered his courage and approached you.

"Hey, y/n," he greeted, scratching the back of his neck. You turned off the faucet where you were cleaning the tools used in the class and looked at him with a curious expression.

"Hey, do you have any questions?" you asked, trying to understand why he had come back.

"No, no questions. Actually, I know this might seem a bit unexpected, or maybe not. But I was wondering if you'd like to go grab a coffee or something?" he said.

You smiled. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yeah, I am," he replied, his nervousness evident in his gaze.

"I'm free tomorrow," you said, eliciting a wide relaxed smile from him.

"Perfect. I'll pick you up at 7," he said, taking his phone from his pocket to save your number. "Any food preferences?"

"Nope, maybe I should let you know that I'm a vegetarian," you mentioned, and he nodded.

"I'll find us a good place," he said, and you smiled, returning his phone with your number saved “I’ll text you” you nodded with a smile and watched him walk to his sister, who was standing by the door

“Not a word” he said as he reached her

“You asked her out?” She asked excitedly as they walked out of the studio. 

“Yes. Tell Orla or Páide and I’ll cancel it” he warned walking inside his car

“No you won’t” She frowned after she sat in the passenger seat. Cillian would be dropping her of at home

“Try me” he smiled 

“Fine, i won’t tell, IF you give me the details” she negotiated

“Ok, I can tell you a few things” he shrugged “Did you know she’s vegetarian?” 

“No… oh God, Pad is going to freak out” she noticed making Cill chuckle.

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Dear Prudence

something that crossed my mind the other night while I was watching law & order and I was just drawn to Mike in particular—I always have been drawn to him but more so when I found out Linus is British.

I’m two for two in portraying two British men as sexy and twisted (Steve first, and now Linus). It’d be something if I dropped a Bowie one shot on the 8th, then I could say I dropped acid before the 20th 🤪

Michael waited at the train station with a quick glimpse down to his watch. It was a month ago when he had seen her and she left the precinct in exasperation. Connie had been her usual kind self to him, but from a distance, he could tell that she had the wrong idea. He had chased after her to tell her of a different story but nevertheless, the memory had left him with heaviness in his chest and a wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach.

“You lawyers are all the same,” she spat before she stormed away and into the rainy New York avenue; she had echoed something that she had maintained since that night he and Cyrus had met her up in Buffalo. The girl from the high desert of Nevada now relocated to the cold of upstate and tried her hand at the city, and yet the grit of it all seemed to have broken her. His grit seemed to have broken her.

Despite his efforts, he couldn’t change her mind about it, about him. Even as the human torch of a defense attorney with a bottle of scotch in hand, he persisted. An iron heart with a heart of diamond, one that knew how to break through to the other, and he knew that he could convince her. And yet, even with his ways of convincing and finding his way under her skin, she always seemed a little more distant than he had been acquainted with. Something perturbed her.

Since that first day up in Buffalo, she remained on his mind. Connie had that narrow heart-shaped face and short bob of dark hair, but she had something else. Those long inky black waves and ringlets down along her back, and those tender brown eyes that seemed to gaze on back at him like the soul of the earth. Her skin carried the kiss of an olive and her full breasts were always accentuated by something snug and low. She was sensual and lush without even trying. She always wore a hat as well, either a violet fedora or one of those big floppy sun hats with a black lacy ribbon tied about the crown.

Michael glanced down at his watch again, and he knew that he had caught the right flight. He was looking for a hat accompanied with long dark hair set amongst the crowd in the train station. At least it stopped raining outside; but even with the rain having stopped, at some point, the crowd had stopped and thinned out right before him. Buffalo wasn’t that far away, but he could feel the anger from her as if she stood right next to him.

It was only a month ago, but he could still hear her words.

He turned his gaze back to the rest of the platform and thought of going back to the street for a walk down to the bar for a shot.

He could feel her presence behind him, and he turned again to see her striding off the car before the parlor. She had done her hair up in a snug bun at the back of her head: she had bangs cut, such that they accentuated the brim of her red wine-colored bowler hat. She wore a thin black velvet dinner jacket over a snug black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone to show off her chest, black trousers which hugged her legs, and black leather Doc Martens. Her eyes met with his in steely fashion, but she showed him a smile nevertheless.

“Smiling despite your pain,” Michael declared to her as she stopped before him with her hand on the strap of her travel bag. He gestured for her to come on closer to him, but she hesitated. “Come on, doll. You know you are my little doll, right?”

She sighed through her nose and looked on into his deep blue eyes. They met eye to eye, and more so when she nudged the brim of her hat over her brow some more so he could see her bangs.

“Little doll with the blue-eyed boy from the gutter,” she declared, and she set down her bag and threw her arms around him. Her breasts felt as full as ever, and the curvature of her back seemed to fit his hands like it was made for them.

Michael held back and cradled her face in his hands. He ran the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip and he leaned in for a soft kiss. A soft kiss despite being filled with fire.

He then moved back and gazed into her eyes.

“I have missed you all too much,” he confessed to her in a breathy voice, and then he stroked her shoulders. “Come on, doll.” He picked up her bag for her and slung it over his shoulder. He offered her his hand on the walk out to the street, to which she gladly took up the offer.

“There she is,” he declared. When they reached the street, he lifted a hand to flag down a cab.

They headed back to his apartment to begin their evening together.

“Would you like a shower before we get things started?” he offered her.

“I could definitely use one,” she replied as she set her hat down on his nightstand. He showed her a little smirk at the sight of those filmy bangs and the way they hugged her brow.

She bowed into the bathroom and proceeded with her shower. As Michael himself changed his clothes, out from his suit and tie to a royal blue shirt under his black jacket, he thought about sneaking in there with her and joining in on the shower. He shook his head and ran his long, lanky fingers through the long wave of blond hair upon his head. The night had to be perfect, and thus, things had to wait.

She switched off the shower and he sat down on the edge of his bed to put his shoes back on. It wasn’t until he laced up all the way when he could smell her shampoo and the steam from in there. Michael glanced over his shoulder to see that she held the door ajar by about an inch. He could hear her changing into something different.

“How you doing in there, doll?” he asked her.

“Just about there, baby blue,” she called back, and he smiled at that nickname.

The door squeaked open, and he clambered to his feet to find her wrapped in a fitted dark red velvet top with a low halter neckline, black silk dress trousers, and her long dark waves, now black as night with the caress of water, tousled about her shoulders like a mane. Not a lick of makeup one, but Michael still picked up her bowler hat for her.

“Believe it or not, I’ve been told that this wasn’t sexy enough,” she told him.

“Are you kidding me?” He was stunned by that as he dusted off her hat and gently placed it upon the crown of her head to accentuate her bangs. She showed him a little smile, and he maintained the little knowing smirk.

“Really, whoever said that to you has obviously never seen the full range of sexy,” he assured her. She bowed her head and giggled at that, but then she continued onto her bag to fetch her black leather flats, like a pair of ballerina shoes that looked like nothing more than for lazing around his apartment instead of walking.

“It’s gonna be a bit of a walk, you sure you got it alright?” he asked her, slightly concerned.

“I’ve walked all over Reno in these things,” she assured him. “And Buffalo. And Syracuse. They’re tough little things.” She glanced over her shoulder at him with a twinkle in her eye. “Tough little things like us.”

“You got that right, doll face,” he assured her with a quick flick of his eyebrow.

“Doll face?” She chuckled at that, and she stood back up and straightened out her top, and he couldn’t resist looking down her neckline. She wagged her finger at him. “Hey, no peeking.”

“I’m not allowed to peek?” he playfully pouted.

“Not yet, anyway,” she promised him, and he raised an eyebrow again. They left his apartment and returned to the street right as evening was beginning to fall. The rain had stopped but the feeling remained in the air around them as they continued on into the heart of downtown of the city that never sleeps. Michael could feel her fingers link up with his own down by his hip, and she showed him a smile, albeit one that still carried that air of agony to it. Indeed, when she looked away, the smile faded.

“Everything alright?” he asked her over the noise of the street. She kept her gaze locked on the street before them.

“I was reminiscing on the last time I came down here to the city,” she confessed, her expression blank. “I keep telling myself that it was just the one time.”

“Yeah, you can’t do New York once,” he assured her. “Trust me on that, too.” And all the while, he wanted to know more about her, about what was residing behind those bangs and that hat. He was the hardest defense attorney the precinct had on hand: he could probe into their minds as if he had a chisel and hammer. Surely, he could find his way through the cold stone that surrounded her.

Soon, they found themselves by a long low stone wall and wrought iron gates on the side before them. Tall yew and oak trees surrounded the inside of the wall before them.

“A cemetery?” she wondered aloud.

“One of the biggest in New York, doll.” Michael rested a hand on the iron gate and nudged it open. “I remember you telling me that fewer things are more exhilarating than spending the night with the dead.”

“Spend a night with the dead and also with veins of silver surrounding you,” she recalled. “The old abandoned silver mines back in Virginia City, not too far from Reno, and the old colonial neighborhoods in the heart of Carson City.”

“I’ll take you back there one day,” he vowed, and he led her into the graveyard, past the sprawling low tombstones and the odd mausoleum. There was one tree in the middle of the cemetery, a tall elm with scraggly bare branches with the incoming darkness of winter. Even with the barren branches, there was a small black tent set up underneath as well as a weighty white horse blanket and a black wooden box.

“It was raining,” he explained. “But I wanted us to have something good because I knew you were coming. Whatever it was that I did to upset you, I wanted to make it up to you.”

She parted her lips and softly touched his face.

“It wasn’t you, Michael,” she assured him in a voice so soft that she nearly breathed the words. “It’s just…” She stopped.

“What?”

“I had been fucked over too many times,” she told him, and she set her hand on his shoulder. “I had always heard things about attorneys and lawyers is that they’re all crooks.”

He shrugged his shoulders at that. “Some of them are,” he stated with a straight face. “Some of them do actually want to help you, though.” He gestured for her to have a seat on the horse blanket under the safety of the tent. They were away from the street so no one could catch them in the act.

She sat cross-legged on the blanket while Michael opened the box and took out a bottle of wine plus two small white ceramic glasses.

“Madeira for the girl from Ipanema,” he said as he poured her a glass. She smiled at that, and more so when he handed her the glass. She took a whiff of the wine, which smelled lush and sweet; it was as dark as the incoming night around them. Michael poured himself a glass and held it up to her.

She followed suit, and they gently clinked the glasses together. With their eyes locked upon each other, they sipped on the wine in unison.

“That’s wonderful,” she remarked. “So sweet.” Michael set his glass down on the lid of the box and showed her a small handful of chocolates as well as a loaf of ciabatta. “How romantic. Chocolate and bread.”

“Not just any old chocolate and bread,” he promised her with a chuckle. “This bread is a Portuguese loaf called mafra. And this was the darkest chocolate I could find without giving you a punch in the belly.” He handed her some chocolate, which she happily took for herself. With a small serrated knife, he sliced off a few pieces of the bread for the two of them, and she took a couple of slices for herself.

“You’re hungry,” he remarked as he took a bite of bread himself.

“I haven’t eaten since this morning,” she confessed with a shrug.

“Should’a eaten something on the train,” he said with a shake of his head.

Once they finished their bread and chocolate, he took something else out of the box: a small red book that looked fresh off the shelves from a place downtown. In the ambient light from the street, she made out the word “Ariel” on the front cover.

“Bedtime story?” he offered her.

“Please,” she obliged, and she leaned in close to him away from the rain. His cologne engulfed her and he could protect her from the cold. She sipped on her wine as he read “Lady Lazarus” to her.

His thick New York accent with the low tone of his voice coalesced into a gentle hum, at which she nodded off right next to him. At some point, he dozed off as well.

They awoke to the continual sound of the rain around them, at which Michael turned to her and rested a hand on her slumbering face. The hat was dry and her face was dry. They were in such a small space, but a small space would have to do.

He adjusted her hat for her when she stirred awake and looked on at him through the darkness.

She picked up her wine glass for another big sip, and she tucked it back into the black box between them. Michael tucked the book into the box next to the wine bottle and the remainder of the loaf of mafra as well, and she put the rest of the chocolate back after that. Once he slipped the lid back on the box, she held onto the sides of his face and pressed her lips onto his, at which he responded with his arms around her. He reached up under her blouse to unhook her bra. She responded by gently nudging him back onto the blanket so she was on top.

“Baby blue…” she breathed as she moved her lips onto the side of his lanky neck and the collar of his shirt. Before he could even so much as unhook her bra, she lifted up his shirt and showed off his lanky little body to the world. Michael kept his arms up over his body as he let her have it her way with him.

Her fingers down his chest and onto his stomach, at which she moved her fingers down to his crotch. He arched his back from the feeling, only for her to move on back up to his face to lock eyes with him again. Before she could do anything else, he held onto her breasts with both hands. She gasped and let out a soft, shuddered moan as he massaged both at the same time.

“Yes… that’s it… that’s—it!” she whispered to him.

He then moved his hands around her back again, that time to unhook her bra for real that time. He didn’t want to ruin that lovely blouse of hers, but he did want those breasts to be as tight as stone. Once his fingers found their way inside of the cups to fondle those mocha-colored nipples, he could feel her reach down inside of his pants again, that time to fondle him down while he was doing the same unto her.

She breathed harder, that time right in his ear. The sound of her breathing was only making him wet in his own right.

Her fingers slithered up around the end of his tip and up inside there. He responded by moving his one hand down inside of her pants and then her soft dark red panties.

She was as wet as the falling rain all around them. All it took was a little bit of fingering on the head of her clit, at which she arched her back and buried her head into his chest. The bowler hat fell onto his face, much to his amusement, but he persisted with the swipes on her clit. She persisted with the touches on his dick, which was as wet as the world around them.

She tugged down his pants for him so she could have a better grip on him. She breathed hard and fast as he used two fingers on her. He was two knuckles deep on her when she finally sputtered it out—

“Go inside,” she told him. “Inside my lips—”

“To your spot?” he choked out, and he moved his fingers to her lips for a feel of her spot up inside of her lips. She lay her head on his chest again and breathed harder and harder from the feeling. It had been so long that he forgot how good it felt to please her there.

“Michael—Mikey—you crazy bastard—” She couldn’t help but laugh, but then he wriggled his fingers on the ridges of the spot again, and she gasped and softly groaned from the sensation. He released onto her fingers rather than his pants, but she never let go of her grip on him. Panting, she kept her head on his chest. He let out a low groan, followed by a whistle and a lick of his lips. She lifted her head and nudged her bowler hat out of his face; his legs were soaking wet, but it made no difference at that point. Michael lay his hand on her back and held her against his chest.

“Wow,” he breathed out in a broken voice. “Oh, my lord, I have missed that so much.”

“I have, too,” she confessed, still out of breath.

Connie burst into his mind, but he was all about her at the moment, and he never wanted to let her go. She lifted her head and looked into his face through the darkness.

“You have got to be here,” he advised her. “If there is any way I could bring you here to New York from upstate…” His voice trailed off.

“I have too much pain in Manhattan,” she confessed to him. “Manhattan and a part of Brooklyn as well. Too many bad memories and things I would rather just not think about anymore, Mike. I can’t—I can’t—” He pressed a finger to his fingers and quietly stopped her.

“Whatever it is, I can protect you,” he vowed. “It is my job to protect people and dig them out.”

“It’s more twisted than that,” she said, and she lay her head on his slender chest again.

“Even the worst of twists can’t stop me,” he insisted. “It’s always a challenge but I can do it.”

He lay his dry hand on the back of her head to keep her close to him.

“I guess I can do it with a broken heart,” she confessed as her voice filled with tears.

“Broken hearts are no match for Michael Cutter, my dear Prudence,” he vowed, “my little doll.”

[xin-chao-asia]

Monday, March 20

Have to admit that I'm not feeling so great. A cold is making it's way through the group and I've run out of energy. Nice to know there's always beautiful fruit and yogurt in the morning.

Visited a monastery that was the home of the monk who drove to Saigon in 1963, sat down in a lotus position on a busy Street, and then lit himself on fire to protest against the south's policies of discriminating against and killing Buddhists. The Catholic President Diem's sister-in-law called it "barbeque" and said they'd offer more fuel and matches for the monks. Ultimately, both the president and his brother were assassinated. The monk's act had a profound impact.

Slow busy ride down the river. The weather has been so pleasant for our whole trip. 70's and 80's with warm breezes. Just starting to get hot as we head south, but not bad at all. (Can't imagine building steps by hand though in this heat!)

Making our way to Hoi An today. Nice lunch by the water.

Got to put our feet in the warm water at China Beach. It's where American soldiers went for R&R during the war. Can't imagine what it must have felt like to spend time on this peaceful beach after the horrors of war.

We're halfway through the Vietnam portion of our trip. It's always so interesting for me to watch group dynamics. I know now who I'd be hanging out with if I was solo (Nancy, Allison and Jeff). I think everyone feels comfortable with the way the group is flowing except maybe Sherry. It's hard when it gets more real; we've moved out of the over-archingly polite stage. Aaron and I have recalibrated a little to be sure we're not sacrificing ourselves or each other by taking care of other group members.

Finished the day off yesterday with a 60 minute aromatherapy massage ($17) before dinner. (8 Kleenex affair. It was all I could do not to cough! Breathe and focus. 🤪) Aaron spent that hour at the bottom of the hotel pool. Flip turning back and forth across the 20' span. He said he was as happy as I was.

[eamonfitzpatrick]

Christmas dinner contains a multitude of delicious components, but now we’re all through it, which is the best🤔

Spouts are shit, even if you’re a middle-class buffoon who tries to make them palatable by cooking them with parmesan and garlic, but just like visiting your in-laws you must experience the misery, because of tradition. They are the encapsulation of Christmas😜

What about bread sauce😳

A jug of wet, warm bread🤮No, thank you. Still better than sprouts though😉

Carrotts are boring, don’t taste of much. The only real benefit is they add a splash of colour to an otherwise worryingly beige plate🥕

Peas are also boring, but also colourful. Well, they should be, but your Mam always forgets she’s put them on and boils them into brown, rock-hard pellets while secretly necking the cooking wine🍷😂

Parsnips are sweet. They are tasty, especially when glazed in honey, but still a vegetable and therefore disappointing🙄

Turkey is the main event, but even if your Dad has been up since 5am wrapping it in parma ham and basting it with the same care and attention he put into bathing you as a newborn😳turkey will only ever elicit a😫from the table. Just do a chicken instead, no-one will care less🙄🦃🐔

Cranberry sauce can be sharp, sweet, zesty and exactly what is needed to cut through the rest of the food you’ve greedily heaped onto your plate, you fat fool🍽️☹️

Your foodie (notions) of a sister spends the best part of an hour lovingly making gravy from meat juices and browning😇 You tell her it tastes the same as bisto granules😳😂She gives you a dead leg under the table🤪Anyway, it’s good because it lubricates your Dad's dry turkey without being bread sauce😉

Stuffing can be herby, starchy, crunchy and utterly delicious, even if your Mam accidentally bought the vegetarian stuff🙄You’d rather eat it instead of the turkey to be honest, but don’t tell your Dad as he’s had a few and might start crying😢Roasted dead bird is all he’s got😳

Roast potatoes are normally the king of a roast dinner👌These fluffy, crispy wonders are sadly relegated to number two at Christmas🙄However, that doesn’t stop you filling 60% of your plate with them and hissing at your sister when she says you’ve had more than your fair share🤔😡

Nothing would be complete without pigs in blankets, they are salty, tasty meat wrapped in salty, tasty meat😁The culinary pinnacle of the year and, arguably, the true meaning of Christmas😉🎅

[elentarial]

Celegorm/orome for the relationship meme :)

Thanks for the ask @curumeaningwitch

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Until Celegorm swears the Oath to retrieve the Silmarils

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Celegorm was pretty instantly obsessed with Orome the first time he saw him as an elfling

How was their first kiss? - literally earth shaking; Orome is a Vala

Wedding:

Who proposed? - no proposal, Celegorm willing gave himself to Orome after a hunt

Who is the best man/men? - N/A

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - N/A

Who did the most planning? - N/A

Who stressed the most? - Orome

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Fëanor

Sex:

Who is on top? - Orome

Who is the one to instigate things? - Celegorm

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Orome is a god, they go until he gets bored or Celegorm can’t physically take it anymore (though he says he can)

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - no, Orome gets his and doesn’t really care what incarnates want. He’s a vala after all.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 

How many children will they adopt? -

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - 

Who is the stricter parent? -

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -

Who is the more loved parent? -

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Who cried the most at graduation? - 

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - 

Cooking: 

Who does the most cooking? - Celegorm

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Neither, eat what you kill

Who does the grocery shopping? - Orome, Yavanna’s gardens and all

How often do they bake desserts? - Celegorm can make a pretty fair cake over a campfire

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - They both pretty carnivorous

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Orome

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Celegorm

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - neither, fire safety is important

Chores: 

Who cleans the room? - Orome’s Maiar

Who is really against chores? - Celegorm

Who cleans up after the pets? - Celegorm

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Celegorm

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Celegorm

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Celegorm

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Orome

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Celegorm, duh 🤪

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - they celebrate the changing of the seasons

What are their goals for the relationship? - show complete devotion for Orome

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Celegorm

Who plays the most pranks? - Celegorm

[theprincesshenry]

And Harry only says it was Camilla cause William puts the blame on her saying "well I slipped at dinner 🤪". But I think he was trying to take the attention from himself being a fucking traitor to his brother and sister in law.

So, the easiest target was Camilla (not that she's innocent), but I'm pretty sure it was either Carole or William.

Kate and the Middletons taking speculation about the story leaks when it was largely William, Charles, and Camilla is very interesting.

In retrospect, Carole Middleton, while she does enjoy fluff pieces and good press, does not seem to have all these deep-rooted connections to all these tabloid figures like Charles and Camilla. So it's interesting that she's often painted as the mastermind working behind the scenes to manipulate the narrative about Meghan in order to favour Kate.

And before I get asked: I still don't like Carole and her family has been vocally disrespectful towards Meghan in multiple ways. I don't think she or Kate are now 100% innocent and absolved. I just think it's interesting that she was given main villain status by many royal watchers when the more likely and more powerful players resided in Buckingham/Kensington Palace.

[nattinatalia]

Clay Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

Surprise to my Clay girlies 🤪🤭 I did this one for y’all 🫶🏻

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claybornharlow I love her 🤭😍🤪

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yourusername CLAYBORN!!!!

yourusername No, no & no

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jackharlow 💀💀💀

bestie1 Lmaooo ohhhh she’s going to beat you up.

bestie2 omgggg hahahahaa little baby 🤭

bestie2 & ummm you better hide little brother, I may or may not have invited her over for dinner.

claybornharlow 😱 IM NOT GOING THEN

jackharlow mom said you better be here or else.

druski2funnny Damn pulled the mom card

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yourusername The pic I send him, the one he sends me. See if I were a mean girlfriend, I would’ve posted all the embarrassing ones I’ve taken of him, but since I’m such a wonderful loving girlfriend, I’ll save them for when he really pisses me off 🤭🤭🤭

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urbanwyatt Should’ve posted them if you ask me

claybornharlow good thing she didn’t ask you then

yourusername Baby leave Urby alone, he’s right I should’ve posted them.

urbanwyatt 🤪🤪🤪🙊🙊🙊

claybornharlow @ bestie1 come get your annoying man

bestie1 LMAAO more like I’ll cum for my man 🤪

urbanwyatt 😋😋😋

yourusername GO AWAY. BE NASTY UNDER YOUR PICTURES 💀

@ claybornharlow added to his story

@ yourusername added to her story

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claybornharlow 😍😍😍 my babyyy

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jackharlow You’re just asking for it at this point 💀

yourusername He really is 🙄

bestie1 Why you doing her like this? 😭😭

claybornharlow I’m not doing anything wrong other than showing off my girlfriend 😍

yourusername 🤨 I’m going to remember this!!!!!! All those videos and pictures I have of you from our recent trip.

claybornharlow baby noooo pls

yourusername Or the video Urban and I took after you met Fergie !!!

urbanwyatt Ohhh ohhh I forgot about that one lmaooooo let’s post it

claybornharlow NO PLEASE DONT

jackharlow Wait what happened

bestie1 Is it the one where he says he thinks he came or shit in his pants after meeting her?

yourusername 🙈 🙊

claybornharlow NO

urbanwyatt  definitely that

bestie2 LMAAAOOOO SEND IT

claybornharlow @ bestie2 you’re my sister in law you’re supposed to be on my side, why are you asking for the video? I’m telling my brother on you

jackharlow She’s asking for me lol I want to see it too

yourusername I’ll send it in the group chat

claybornharlow BABYYYYY 🥺

yourusername suck my toes or something because there’s no way out of me not sending that video to everyone 😈

jackharlow 🤮 ight I’m out

bestie2 lmao same ✌🏼

bestie1 💀 🦶🏼

claybornharlow 👀 come here then

yourusername Ew, I was joking 🙃

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yourusername It’s international boyfriends Day 🥺 & I wanted to show off mines. I would’ve posted all the embarrassing ones but I’m playing nice. Ilyyyyy babyyyy, thank you for bumping into me and laying my ass out, it’s been such an amazing journey.

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claybornharlow Well now I feel bad for posting those other pictures of you

yourusername You better 😏 lol jk

claybornharlow I love you baby 🥺😘

yourusername Ilyyyyy

jackharlow 💜

bestie2 no babies anytime soon though pls

jackharlow I second this ⬆️

claybornharlow Na your kids are enough for us to be safe lmao

jackharlow HEEEYYYY NOW 😟

yourusername 😬 he said it not me

bestie1 Caption is too cute - yes even the part where he knocked you off your feet.

yourusername 😭😭😭😭

claybornharlow You guys do know it was an accident right? Like I didn’t push her on purpose 😞

urbanwyatt na you tackled her down

claybornharlow lmao no I didn’t

druski2funnny damn you pushed her and she’s in love with you

yourusername LMAAO STOPPP. It really was an accident though.

claybornharlow @ druski2funnny GO STIR THE POT ELSEWHERE!!!!

druski2funnny Now you know damn well I stir the pot with everyone. You’re not safe from it. Get used to it

yourusername 😂😂😂😂 🫡🤝🏼

claybornharlow that’s your pay back huh babe? Having him be annoying and instigating

yourusername Idk what you’re talking about 😇😊

druski2funnny 😈😈😈😈

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[thehighpriestess22]

2023

Last year I made a post with 3 lists that I wanted to complete by the end of the year, and I want to do the same thing for 2023 but on a bigger scale. I want to push myself to achieve, experience and enjoy more in life.

Life is short and I have unfortunately wasted a lot of it by being a home body... for 2023, I want to push myself to be out and to make memories and fulfil life!

So below I have new lists that I want to be able to complete by the end of 2023.

Meet New People... 1. Natalia at work 👧🏻 2. Bobby at work 👧🏻 3. Brandon & Faith 4. My Uncles Girlfriend 5. Charlotte at work 👱🏻‍♀️ 6. Karby’s Fella 🙋🏻‍♂️ 7. Ryan - New Manager 🙋🏼‍♂️ 8. Joe D - Colleague 🙋🏻‍♂️ 9. Kirsty - Colleague 🙋🏻‍♀️ 10. Heidi - Colleague 🙋🏻‍♀️ 11. Chris - Colleague 🙋🏻‍♂️ 12. Colleen - HR 🙋🏼‍♀️ 13. Freddie and Ella 14. Ant and Lilly 15. Luke and Lauren Notes:

Go Out... 1. Wagamama with BF and S.I.L 🍲 2. Chelmsford - Boom Battle Bar with BF and S.I.L 🎯 3. Kervan Kitchen with BF and Big E 4. Las Iguanas at the O2 Arena 🍸 5. Harrow Pub with work lot 🍷 6. Harrow Pub with In-Laws and BF 🍷 7. Drill Pub 🌞 8. Turtle Bay in Romford 🍹 9. Giggling Squid in Brentwood 🍷 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

New Places... 1. Boom Battle Bar 🎯 2. Cleveland Clinic 🏥 3. Marley’s I’m Hornchurch 🍷 4. Dad’s Flat 💫 5. Jon’s Apartment 💫 6. Elley’s House 💫 7. Vicky’s New Flat 💫 8. New Office in Peterborough 🏢 9. Premier Inn in Peterborough 🏨 10. Hilton Hotel in Derby 11. London Zoo 🦓 12. Clacton Beach 🏝️ 13. Turtle Bay in Romford 🍹 14. Giggling Squid in Brentwood 15. Stanford Cricket Club 🏏 Notes:

Birthday Celebrations... 1. Mum’s Birthday Dinner 🥳 2. Sister In Laws Birthday Drinks and Meal! 3. Cousins 24th Birthday Meal 🥘 4. Putt-shack and Las Iguanas for Dads Birthday 🎉 5. My Birthday Breakfast 🥞 6. My Birthday Dinner 🍽️ 7. M.I.L’s Birthday Dinner 🤩 8. Granddads Birthday dinner and cake 🎂 9. Boyfriends Birthday 🥳 10. S.I.L’s Boyfriends Birthday Drinks 🍺 11. Tanya’s Birthday dinner and Drinks 🍹 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Things That Made Me Happy... 1. I was the the 2nd top earner in the company today! 🥳 2. Lost over half a stone so far in Jan 💪🏼 3. Achieved a 22 hour intermittent fast 💃 4. Started redecorating my bedroom 🎨 5. Finding out Demi is pregnant 🤰 6. Spending Easter Sunday with family 🐣 7. I was asked to be my Nieces and Nephews Godmother 🩵 8. I’ve lost over 2 stone 🙌🏼 9. My new Pandora ring from BF 💍 10. Seeing my Sister after months of not seeing her ♥️ 11. My sister bringing Sonny home 🐶 12. Finding out my cousin is pregnant 🤰 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Things I'm Grateful For... 1. Elleys recovery from her car accident 💖 2. My Godson 👦🏼 3. My job and the people I work with 💙 4. Mine and my families health 🫶 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Dates With BF... 1. Lakeside and Las Iguana’s 🍔 2. Figo in Brentwood 🍕 3. Nando’s in Hornchurch 🍗 4. Drill Pub for grub and a few drinks 🍺 5. Alex’s Italian restaurant in Hornchurch 🍝 6. Wagamama in Romford 🍜 7. Marley’s for our 6th anniversary 🥰 8. Nando’s in Hornchurch 🍗 9. Drill Pub / Day Drinking 🍸 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Pamper Myself... 1. Got my nails done 💅 2. Got my eyebrows done 👀 3. New set of acrylics 💅 4. Bath with bath oils, a bath bomb and a book 📖 5. Shopping and infills done with mum 💕 6. Dyed my hair 💆🏻‍♀️ 7. Got my nails done 💅 8. Got my hair dyed and cut 💃 9. Bought new makeup and skin care 👄 10. Got my nails done 💅 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Books I Read... 1. I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jeannette McCurdy 📖 2. The Idea Of You by Robinne Lee 👓 3. It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover 💖 4.Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover 💙 5. It starts with us by Colleen Hoover ❤️ 6. Verity by Colleen Hoover 💫 7. Cat Lady by Dawn O’Porter 🐱 8. Hex and The City 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Movies And Series I Watched... 1. Ginny and Georgia 2. Ghost Busters 👻 3. Smile 🤪 4. Clarkson’s Farm 🐑 5. Station 19 🚒 6. Quiet Place 2 👹 7. Call The Midwife 🤱🏻 8. Mood Fall 🌔 9. The Tomorrow War 👽 10. Fury 🔫 11. Drive 🚘 12. Raya and the Last Dragon 13. Princess Diaries 14. Princess Diaries 2 15. Wizards of Waverley Place Notes:

[monkeyballwiki]

had a dream disney was like editing their old movies to feel more modern on Disney+ and they took the incredibles plane crash scene and made them all quip like a marvel movie. mr.incredible heard his wife and kids died in a plane crash and went “heh, guess I finally get out of dinner with the in-laws! 😹”, when the kids and mrs.incredible landed in the ocean they looked at each other and went “well THAT just happened 🤪” it was insufferable

[reikoackerman]

Dance with Me

Characters: Levi x Rei (me)

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluffy. Extremely self-indulgent. Block the tags #levi x rei and #reivi if it's too gross. Story takes place before Renée was born (aka in 2015) which also shows hints as to when Renée was born. Also a little racy near the end 🙈

Word count: 2.1k (I'm sorry lol)

A/N: I have an issue whereby if I have a FIXATION on something, I have to write it. So please pardon my self-indulgence and fantasy byeeeee n_n also yes I have a post in my drafts about the birthdays of the four Ackerman Juniors so I will post it when the time is right!!!!

Also, tagging my sister-in-law @mrscommandersmith because you're probably one of the very few people who can tolerate my indulgent nonsense 🤪

[25 December 2015]

It was just after Levi's 28th birthday dinner. I was washing the dishes as Levi went to clean up the dining table. It was the first time we were celebrating Levi's birthday as a married couple, and instead of going out for dinner like we used to, we've decided to avoid the Christmas crowd and celebrate it at home instead.

Dinner was simple and cosy, just the way we liked. It had been a little more than a month since we got married and moved into our new home together, but it felt like nothing changed. Our home. It had such a nice ring. Sometimes I still can't believe that I'm married to someone as perfect as Levi, and now I'm no longer Miss Akiyama, but Mrs Ackerman.

While I was still washing the dishes, Levi's Spotify playlist started playing a familiar old tune.

As Close to You by The Carpenters started playing, I closed my eyes and gently hummed, remembering the choreography to this song. It was for a Teachers' Day dance performance I did when I was still in secondary school, back in 2009.

Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near?

Just like me, they long to be, close to you.

Why do stars fall down from the sky, every time you walk by?

Just like me, they long to be, close to you.

My body automatically swayed to the music, the choreography still as clear as day. My feet started dancing on their own.

Step, up, step, kick, step, turn, step, relax.

I didn't realise Levi was behind me until I felt his arms wrapped around my waist, his strong chest against my back.

"What's with the little dance, mon cœur?" He whispered next to my ear, resting his chin comfortably on my shoulder. My heart raced when I heard his voice and a smile automatically appeared on my face.

"Nothing," I giggled, reaching up to put the plates on the drying rack. "I just remembered that I danced to this song when I was 15." Levi spun me around, and trapped me against the sink. Silently, he stared at me for a while, until he suddenly chuckled.

"Tch. You can still remember something you performed six years ago?" A laugh escaped my lips, and Levi's eyes turned into little crescents. I dried my hands on the towel hanging by the cabinet.

"I can remember every single dance performance I did ever since I was four years old, until now," slowly snaking my hands up his chest, I interlocked them behind his neck as the music continued playing in the background.

That is why all the girls in town, follow you all around.

Just like me, they long to be, close to you.

Just like me, they long to be, close to you.

"Dance with me?"

As the bridge played, Levi and I gently swayed in synchronised steps, eyes never leaving the other. From the kitchen, we somehow ended up in the living room. With his hand loosely supporting my waist and my arms behind his neck, our dance didn't stop even after the music ended.

Beautiful in White by Shane Filan came up right after, the introduction wordlessly drawing us in. With a smile, our hands transitioned as though we were just practicing; my left hand on his shoulder while his right was behind mine. Our other hands interlocked, and when Shane Filan started singing, we continued our dance. It was like our wedding night all over again.

Not sure if you know this

But when we first met

I got so nervous I couldn't speak

In that very moment

I found the one and

My life had found its missing piece

So as long as I live I love you

Will have and hold you

You look so beautiful in white

And from now 'til my very last breath

This day I'll cherish

You look so beautiful in white

Tonight

"Have I ever told you, my mum loves wearing white?" Levi told me once the first chorus was over.

"Mh-hmm, yeah, I noticed," I gave Levi a small smile. "Maman does have a lot of white clothing. Her favourite dress is white too."

As the second verse played in the background, Levi was silent once more.

"Have I also ever told you, that you remind me a lot of Maman?"

"Yes, Levi, countless times, actually."

"Can't believe how possessive and needy the both of you are sometimes." Levi rolled his eyes.

"We'll, I can't help that we're both born in the year of the dog, amour. Dogs are possessive. Look at ours." Chuckling to Levi, we both simultaneously turned to our three babies. Haruma was lying in his doggy bed without a care in the world. Hitomi and Hidemi on the other hand were chasing each other, trying to bite the other's neck in a playful wrestle. Before we knew it, Levi's arms were around my waist again while my hands loosely hung on his shoulders.

And if a daughter is what our future holds

I hope she has your eyes

Finds love like you and I did

Yeah, and if she falls in love, we'll let her go

I'll walk her down the aisle

She'll look so beautiful in white, yeah yeah

"I hope our daughter has your eyes," Levi softly says as he held me snug against his chest.

"No, our daughter need to have YOUR eyes, Levi. You need to pass on your mesmerising grey eye genes to the next generation," I scowled, playfully hitting him on the chest. "Dark brown eyes are so boring."

"A black haired brat with my grey eyes? Tch. She's just going to look like my mum." Levi scoffs, his fringe swaying along.

"What's wrong with that? Your mum's a beauty. Our daughter will be a pageant queen if she has your hair and eyes."

"Our daughter will be a pageant queen if she has your dimples and smile."

"Then what's our son going to get? Your shitty temper and my dark circles?" I laughed out loud, staring at Levi.

"He'll have your eyes."

"No, Levi, our children needs to have grey eyes. If they get MY eyes, I'll disinherit them." Levi frowned, cupping my cheeks.

"You're not being serious, are you?"

"Levi, baby, of course I'm joking. How could I disinherit our own flesh and blood?" It was my turn to frown now. I can't believe he thought I was being serious. Hearing me, Levi heaved a sigh of relief and hugged me close again. We both remained like this in each other's embrace even after the music ended. Now his playlist was playing I'll Make Love To You by Boyz II Men.

"You know... I've been thinking." Levi suddenly spoke up after a while. We both stopped in our steps. I let out a hum, looking at Levi. There was something different in the way he looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel jitters in my gut.

"We're parents to our fur babies right?" I nodded. Levi must be referring to our three dogs in the living room and the two rabbits sleeping in the study room.

"Uh-huh...? What about them?"

Levi started stroking my cheek with his thumb, and I could see a faint hint of red tainting his alabaster skin. His lower lip quivered before he spoke.

"I, uh, I was just thinking... that m-maybe, uh, you know, it's time for us to... perhaps b-become parents to human babies instead?" Levi stuttered and spoke so softly by the end of his sentence, yet I heard his message loud and clear. My eyes widened, and my heart fluttered.

"Baby, I've only been your wife for slightly more than a month, and you want me to become a mother already?" I looked at him shyly, feeling my face heat up. We both knew we loved and wanted children, it was just a matter of when, and I definitely wasn't expecting Levi to bring up this topic so soon. Levi suddenly looked a little conflicted.

"I know it's a big decision for you. You're only 21, and you're already bound to me for life. You should be enjoying your youth, and not being tied down as someone else's wife, or a young mother." Levi let out a sigh, releasing me from his embrace. "Sorry, mon cœur, I shouldn't have said anything." Levi walked towards our bedroom without a word. I quickly dashed forward, hugging him tight.

"What makes you think I'll say no?" Levi turned around with a bewildered look and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Is this your idea of asking me for some birthday sex, amour?" I gave him a shy smile, walking away to switch off the living room lights. Levi remained standing by our bedroom door. Despite the lack of lighting, I could tell Levi was probably blushing and feeling very embarrassed as well.

"W-well, I didn't mean it that way, b-but—"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was thinking the same?" I cut Levi off before he could say anything more. Levi was stunned.

"Even if you didn't say anything, I would have dragged you into the bedroom and made out with you so passionately that you'll be horny and begging me to let you fuck me." I winked at Levi and went to the bedroom, Levi trailing behind me looking dumbfounded.

"Also, I don't oppose the idea of having kids at 21, maybe 22, seeing how we're in December already." Closing the windows, I drew the curtains and switched on the aircon. I closed the bedroom door with my foot and slowly pushed Levi towards our bed. Levi was visibly surprised at how forward I was. As his knees hit the bed frame, he fell on the mattress while I straddled him tight.

"So, Levi Ackerman," I whispered in his ear, watching him shudder and feeling goosebumps appearing across his skin. Levi's hands were also cupping my ass cheeks. "Wanna make me the mother of your children tonight?" I could feel a low rumbling in Levi's chest before he swiftly switched our positions, pinning me down on the mattress instead. Levi hovered above me with a look of hunger in his eyes. Stroking a finger across my cheek, Levi look a long whiff against my neck before kissing me underneath my earlobe, lowering one hand until it was in line with the hem of my shirt.

"I hope your body can keep up with me then, Reiko Ackerman." Levi swiftly removed my shirt and kissed me roughly before staring hard at my clothed chest.

"Is this new?" Levi smirked and ran his palm across the navy coloured lacy bralette, feeling the material under his touch. "I don't think I ever saw you wear this before." I nodded and shyly bit my lip.

"Do you like it? I bought this with Isabel when we went shopping last month. She said this would be a perfect birthday present for you." Isabel told me I would look sexy as hell in this lacy lingerie set, but I was actually feeling a little nervous. I never wore anything so skimpy and lacy before and I was afraid I looked ugly instead. Levi, though, seemed to disagree.

"I love it, baby. Gotta thank Izzy the next time I see her." Levi kept staring at my chest and I was slowly feeling embarrassed. "You look beautiful, my love, but you know what? I think you look better without it."

Without delay, Levi unclasped the lacy bralette and harshly threw it aside, kissing me with urgency. I moaned into the kiss, feeling excitement pool in my belly. Sex with Levi was always passionate and interesting, but tonight seemed a little different. It wasn't just making love for our own pleasure and desire anymore. Levi broke the kiss after a while and leaned against my forehead, his lips moistened and his chest heaving.

"Oh, my dear husband, I'm more than ready, you know. It's that time of the month." I shyly smiled at Levi again, hoping he'll get the hint. Levi looked stunned for a while before he let out a gentle smile instead, and softly pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I love you, Rei."

"I love you too, Levi. If all goes well, you'll have your belated birthday present nine months later."

Pulling Levi closer to me, our lips met in a heated kiss once more. As Levi started roaming his hands to the waistband of my shorts, my hands lingered across his back before peeling his shirt off him. It was a night filled with nothing short of passion and love, and probably Levi's most memorable birthday to date.

And everything did go according to plan, because nine months later, Levi and I welcomed the best present of our lives on 16 September 2016, the birthday of our firstborn daughter, Renée Naomi Ackerman. Needless to say, our little princess did get Levi's grey eyes.

Well it was supposed to be Levi and I slow dancing LOL I'm sorry it escalated to something else. Who else can I blame other than myself? *facepalm*

Also!!! In case anyone is confused, I headcanon Levi to be born on 25 December 1987, and Kuchel's birthday is 20 May 1970. Yes if you've done the math, Kuchel gave birth to Levi when she was 17. It's another story for another time XD. Also, if anyone of you are feeling confused as to what the heck is the year of the dog, you can read all about it here!!

Also, the names and breeds of our fur babies can be found here!!

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HI THERE SHAWTY BAE LYRA :) HOW ARE YOU BB <3

my summer so far:

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 was filled with hanging with friends, going to the movies with them, urban air (which is like a WAY cooler version of sky zone), dip night, dinner night, and a grad party. (that algebra 2 summer class was HELL but i finish it the last week of july and i won’t have any more math my senior year so yay ig 😃)

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 is new york, my sister-in-law’s bb shower in new jersey, my uncle and aunt’s house party in pennsylvania, washington dc with my cousin, then florida on the 23rd.

i went to the new world trade center (and spotted the stark tower 🥳💃🏽), the 9/11 memorial, visited lil miss girl liberty on her lil private island, and then times square. we stayed for like 2 days lmao.

the bb shower was kinda weird cuz as soon as we walk in, here come this group of girls and moms that kept staring at me and my mom and my little sister (my dad just standing there🧍🏽‍♀️LMAO) but ig we were just too hot for them and their moms 🤪💅🏽 but then it started getting sooo annoying cuz this man and his wife sat at the table in front of us and they kEPT STARING AT ME AND MY LITTLE SISTER 😐 and then his wife would lean over to whisper sum in his ear and HE WOULD LOOK AT ME LIKE MF WHAT SHE SAYIN? CUZ IM BOUTTA JUMP HER AND YOU PULL UP LETS FUCKING GO 💥💥💥🔫😐

and then i tell my mom and she goes “just ignore them” BITCH IM A MINUTE AWAY FROM GOING TO JAIL FOR 2 MURDERS 😭🤨😭 FUCK YOU MEAN “iGnOrE” YOU BETTER GET THEM BEFORE I DO 💀💀

anyways, we’re in pennsylvania now for my aunt and uncle’s lil house party but me and my little sister are going to baltimore with their son (we leave tonight and no parents since he an adult AYYYEEE 🥶🙏🏽😈👹‼️) for 3 days and look at the all the memorials and museums and stuff. we’re also gonna binge watch “loki” and then go see “black widow” 🤌🏽🔥 now tell me about your summer babes 😌 <3

Oh damnnn you've been traveling a lot huh?? Sounds like you're having fun! That's greattt.

To that man and his wife who kept ogling at yall :

Well my summer can be summarized with "UrgHhHhHhhhhhhhHhhhH hUhhhhhh" sksks

hope you're getting enough rest amidst all the traveling lovely 😌💟

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#charlotteToh is thirty four monthsary young today! ❤️⁣ ⁣ Charlotte fought Covid19 with MamaToh. She had her staycation at my in laws’ place (公公嬷嬷) for 2 days while I had Covid19 before she joins me! 😒 We survived together for 8 days together while PapaToh delivers food to us occasionally. 😐 First time without PapaToh for 8 days and only with me. 🤪 The Lil Toh Family attended our very first Wedding Dinner as a family of three together too! 👨‍👩‍👧💕 She also happily stayed with 外公外婆 for the full day! 🤗⁣ ⁣ Just like that, another 2 more months she is hitting her 3️⃣rd birthday! ☺️ My girl is growing up sooooo fast! 🥰 PapaToh & MamaToh love you 3000! 😘 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj78eBTyfww/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=