#frizzy hair for the win

[samotnya]

Unpopular opinion I know but this looks so much better than crazy defined curls to me

[likesummerrainn]

[racingmiku2018]

found a gatsby styling thing i tried once a year ago and decided to give it another go now that my hair is shorter than it was the first time

[thefabelmans2022]

ideologically i don't agree with beauty pageants but they kinda went off with miss congeniality.

[loungemermaid]

is there any higher delusion of grandeur than wondering how hair and makeup would style the actor playing you in a biopic about your life?

[lemonadehtwooh]

(With vehement) I will love my natural hair, it does not make me look like a slob, I will find ways to take care of it despite the adults in my life never teaching me

[endawn]

his hair is an absolute mess in the mornings. very unruly and tangled. it takes him quite a bit to brush it out, but he never does any more than that. puts it in a half assed ponytail after spending an hour dealing with the tangles.

[helios1]

i hear the devil whispering in my ear telling me straighten my hair again… go away…

[chaoticallyfluffy]

I want more of the JL acting like normal celebrities.

Batman and Chappel Roan working together on a competitive cooking show against teams of Kylie Jenner and Danny Devito, Kanye West and Kesha, Taylor Swift and Superman, etc. They are a surprisingly good team who work together great. They end up winning the whole thing and a bunch of wholesome memes start trending about the two of them adopting you after your awful parents kicked you out. Superman and Taylor Swift are surprisingly a TERRIBLE team. They’re disqualified because they never finished cooking their meals as they were too busy arguing. They are memed to be the parents who kicked you out and desperately need a divorce.

Wonder Woman going on a survivor-like reality show about a bunch of celebrities stuck on an island together and all the contestants are whining about things like “My hair is so frizzy and Chad is SO hot, I don’t want him to see me like this omg” While Diana has already chopped down multiple trees, used the wood to make a cabin for everyone, hunted a wild boar which is currently roasting over a campfire she also made with the leftover sticks and leaves, and cracked the coconuts from the tree. The rest of the show is mostly a normal reality show. The other contestants never have to lift a finger and can peacefully gossip and have drama while being well fed, housed, and hydrated. The only real difference is that every few minute the camera switches to Diana wresting a grizzly bear or catching fish with her bare hands.

The masked singer where there’s a person in a colourful parrot costume singing on stage and everyone has to guess who it is. People have guessed many celebrities like Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne, or even Lex Luther, but they mostly guessed famous singers because the guy is GOOD and there’s no way he doesn’t sing professionally. He sang songs like “Party in the USA”, “Call Me Maybe” and “Never Gonna Give You Up”. People were going crazy trying to figure out who he is. The time finally comes for the reveal. The man slowly takes off his parrot head and... it’s Batman. The crowd goes wild.

The Flash (Barry) and Green Lantern (Hal) make a podcast and spend the entire time going on long rants about their respective interests. Flash talks about forensic science and chemistry for an hour while GL hums in interest or asks questions every once in a while. After that GL rambles about airplanes and engineering for another hour while Flash enthusiastically nods and adds in related stories every so often. Twitter diagnoses them with autism.

Captain Marvel has a TikTok account where he posts himself trying suggestions from his fans. Some of his most popular videos include him juggling a bunch of chainsaws (perfectly, btw), pranking JL members, bedazzling Mr Minds prison jar with fake crystals and speech bubble stickers that make it look like Mr Mind is saying things like “I’m DUMB”, and his most popular by far, citing The Santa Clause rules to Black Adam and convincing him that since he killed his father technically that makes him his new dad (the horror stopped Black Adam in place mid battle, giving Marvel the perfect opportunity to punch him in the face. The punch has been slo-mo’d and memed to oblivion). His Batman mandated PR team has been begging him to stop for months but in response he posts himself TikTok dancing (terribly) in front of a green screen in the background showing an image of the emails while asking for more suggestions.

If anyone has any ideas like this or fics to recommend plz tell me In the comments, I love the Justice League just casually being celebrities.

[deadsetobsessions]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPT BY @out-of-jams

TOO MANY BEDS

DCXDP, GEN

——

The Wayne foundation was a giant in the corporate world. What made it impressive was that their company was based in Gotham where, despite or perhaps in spite of the frequent rogue attacks and general hostile environment, the Waynes managed to run a tight and efficient ship. Their operations run extremely smoothly.

However, that was not to say there were no mistakes. There were. Wayne Enterprises usually had enough-more than enough- budget to cover such mistakes.

The employees, after all, were humans (though their new CEO, Timothy Drake, might have been a vampire considering how pale he was) and were prone to make mistakes.

Thus, due to the nature of human mistakes, the visiting senior class of Amity Park’s Casper High found themselves in a rather baffling situation.

“Well, we can’t say there’s not enough beds.” Their chaperone-teacher, Mr. Lancer rubbed the back of his bald head.

Before them laid not ten, not twenty, but fifty five twin beds arranged in neat rows in Gotham Academy’s auditorium.

“What is this, the military?” Their other chaperone-teacher, Mr. Falluca, grumbled.

“It’s not like we haven’t slept in worse places.” Sam grimaced. The class collective shuddered as they remembered the junior camping trip from hell.

“Ugh, my hair is going to get frizzy if we sleep here.” Paulina muttered.

“I thought we were getting called here for cheer or something.” Star frowned. Her boyfriend of four years, Kwan, slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to comfort her.

The doors open as a harried Wayne Industries employee ran in.

“I am so, so sorry! This isn’t where we were supposed to have you stay but WE mistook the donation request and sent in beds instead of paying for hotel rooms!” They blurted out, looking panicked. “Your hosting class - we’ll have you meet them outside, maybe?”

“It’s fine, right guys?” Danny spoke up, arms crossed. Tucker hummed at his side, tapping quickly at his

“Yeah, whatever Fentina says,” Dash grumbled. After the reveal of Danny’s identity as Phantom, his hostility and bullying died a quick death. Though, Dash kept the nicknames as they were a hard habit to kick and there weren’t any malicious intent behind it. In fact, Dash quickly became one of Danny’s biggest supporters, hidden behind scowls and general posturing.

“We could just meet in here. Get rid of the bedframes and just have a giant sleepover while you guys get everything sorted out.” Valerie volunteered.

“That’s a great idea!”

The class, coordinated from years of ghost attacks, quickly assembled the giant floor mattress. Gotham Academy’s senior class filed in ten minutes later, gaping at the giant floor mattress(es) before whooping and joining Casper High’s seniors in tumbling around.

——

Danny threw an empty plastic water bottle at Kwan’s head.

“Hey! No PDA on the giant mattress!”

“Yeah, get that love shit out of here!” Someone else hollered.

“There might technically be only one bed, now, but it’s still multiple mattresses!” Stephanie Brown, one of Gotham Academy’s seniors heckled.

“Hey, Danny, it’s your turn for truth or dare!” Tim said.

“Truth.” Danny returned.

“Lameeee.”

“C’mon Fenturd, too chicken to do dare?”

“Danny, that’s so boring,” Sam smirked.

Danny scowled. “Hey, whose side are you on?”

Sam and Tucker grinned and said in unison, “The winning side, duh.”

Tim cut in. “So, what’s the worst thing that’s happened to you?”

Danny groaned. “Camping trip, no contest.”

“Camping trip?”

——

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie Munson x Reader (hurt/no comfort)

Summary: While visiting your friend from college, you meet her neighbor across the hall and begin a fling with him. But how long can these good times last?

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), handjob, oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v, hurt/no comfort, cheating, mention of weight shaming (not towards Reader)

A/N: y'all asked for it and I have delivered. Sorry, there won't be a part 2 fix-it because I like to put the "hurt" in "hurt/no comfort."

--

Hawkins, Indiana didn’t have too much to offer. It was a tiny blip on a map that you could drive through and barely notice if you weren’t paying close attention. 

It also happened to be the hometown of your best friend from college. You and Nancy became fast friends after you both got lost on your first day at Emerson. It turned out that you were going to the same class, and the room number had been a misprint that led to a nonexistent room. 

Now, fresh on the heels of graduation, Nancy had secured a full-time position at the Hawkins Post and just moved into her own apartment. It gave you the perfect excuse to spend a few days crashing at her place like you’d never left the dorms. 

At least, that had been the original plan, until Nancy got a call about a biohazard leak from Hawkins Lab that had begun infiltrating an area affectionately dubbed “Lovers Lake,” which could be her first big story if she played her cards right. Why a miniscule town had a whole lab, you had no idea. What you did know was that you would be spending most of your time here by yourself, rather than with Nancy. 

Long days alone left you bored, occasionally working on the draft of your novel. While Nancy took to the structure of journalism, you preferred creative writing. She was the logician to your dreamer. Sometimes you loved that about her; other times, her straightforward line of thinking was the bane of your existence. 

Words swam on the page as you scanned each line, adding details and crossing out any superfluous information that added nothing to the plot. You pinched the bridge of your nose and massaged it, hoping to settle your vision enough to keep editing. 

Knock knock knock. 

“Wheeler, you in there?”

A man’s voice drifted from the other side of the door. Nancy had briefly mentioned knowing some of her neighbors, but you had never actually met them. 

“Wheeler?”

You padded over to the door. When you peered through the peephole, you saw the fish-eye version of a man. You first noticed his frizzy curls escaping the rubberband attempting to hold back his hair—well, that and his biceps, fully on display in his black tank top. 

Opening the door, you willed yourself to keep your composure.  

His brown eyes widened and his full lips turned upwards into a small smile. “You’re not Wheeler.”

“What gave it away?”

The man leaned one muscular arm against the doorframe. He smelled of tobacco and cologne. “Cute and sarcastic. A winning combination.” His smirk nearly brought you to your knees. “I ran out of paper towels and figured Wheeler probably keeps ‘em stockpiled. She has that ‘doomsday prepper’ energy.”

You laughed, crossing your arms as you let your eyes meet his. How did Nancy live in the same building as this guy and not constantly jump his bones? “I think she’d prefer to call it ‘emergency preparedness.’”

“Tomato, to-mah-to.” His gaze flicked over to the roll of paper towels Nancy kept by the sink. “May I?”

Nodding, you stepped aside to let him in. “I’m Eddie, by the way,” he said over his shoulder.

You introduced yourself with as much confidence as you could muster. “I’m supposed to be visiting Nancy for the week, but she’s been at work twenty-four seven.” 

Eddie’s ears pricked at the information. “I live across the hall in 6B if you ever need anything. Snacks, music recommendations, someone to keep you entertained since Wheeler selfishly ditched you.” His eyes twinkled at the joke, but there was a mischievous air in his tone. An insinuation of the type of entertainment he might provide. 

It wasn’t until the next day that you took Eddie up on his offer, knocking on his door three times. Your heart pounded in your chest the moment you heard him slide the chain lock off of its track, its beating surely still audible even as he cracked open the metal door. 

“Well, look who it is.” An unlit cigarette dangled between his lips and he’d pulled his curls back into a bun at the nape of his neck. “How can I be of service, sweetheart?”

“I was hoping we could hang out?” You winced at the inflection that made your statement into a question. 

Eddie cocked his head in contemplation. “Yeah?” He chuckled and shoved the cigarette back into its pack. “All right. Let’s go to yours then.”

His fingers brushed against the small of your back as you led him to Nancy’s apartment. Your pulse thrummed in your ears. Were you really doing this? Were you really inviting a stranger over to hang out?

This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea—

“Does Wheeler have a guest room? Or does she make you crash on the couch?”

Shaking off your nerves, you summoned a smile. “No guest room, unfortunately.”

“Such a shame.” Eddie clicked his tongue. “Was hoping for a little privacy.” Head tilted to the side, his gaze devoured you whole. 

“I mean…” You wracked your brain for a solution. “We could just talk. Get to know each other.”

He exhaled, his breath laced with frustration. “Sweetheart, we only have a week. Six days now, actually, and then you go back home. ‘S not a lot of time.”

With that, Eddie stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, letting his lips linger for a moment as he whispered, “is this okay?”

“Mhm.” Your hands readily found his waist, fingertips digging into the skin as you pulled him in closer. Hardness pressed against the fly of his jeans, and you could feel it even through the thick fabric. 

“Gotta admit, sweetheart,” Eddie tugged your shirt up over your head and tossed it aside haphazardly. “I was thinking about you when you knocked. Was about to take matters into my own hands.” 

He grinned at the double entendre, one hand snaking to your back to unhook your bra. “Goddamn.” He positioned his lips around one nipple, then the other, sucking until they were pert and sensitive. 

Desire pooled between your thighs and a whimper escaped you, your breath hitching as you tried to regain some semblance of control. No one had ever made you feel so wanted, so needed, with only a few kisses. 

“‘S a pretty noise,” Eddie mumbled. He unbuttoned your jeans with the dexterity of a musician, and you wondered if he played any instruments. 

You didn’t know a lot about him: his job, his hobbies, his favorite color. There was no time to consider that now, not while he had sat himself on the sofa and was already unbuckling his own belt. 

Eddie pulled his pants and boxers just low enough to free his erection, the head of his cock already slick with pre-cum. He leaned his head back, his hand reaching out to yours. 

Naively, you threaded your fingers with his, like it was some intimate gesture. Embarrassment flooded your bloodstream when Eddie laughed under his breath and wrapped your hand around his length. 

“There ya go, sweetheart.” He inhaled sharply as you moved your hand up and down. 

You worked him, swiping your thumb over the tip and feeling him shudder at your touch. Each reaction grew your confidence until you were straddling him, the thin fabric of your panties serving as the only barrier between the two of you. 

Eddie’s palm pressed against the back of your head, a wordless plea for you to use your mouth. You obliged, pulling his pants down to his ankles and trying not to outwardly wince when your knees dug into the thin carpet.

You relished the sound of each moan that you drew from him, knowing that you were making him feel that way. Your lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling around it to further heighten his sensitivity. One hand cupped his balls, carefully kneading them in the same rhythm that your mouth took with his shaft. 

As if on instinct, he pushed your head farther down his shaft. You weren’t expecting it, tears pricking at your eyes as you coughed around him. 

“Shit, sorry.” Eddie let go of you so you could readjust. You were all too grateful that he didn’t turn the moment into a chance to pity you, saving you from further humiliation. 

Wordlessly, you went back to sucking him off. His thighs trembled; for a moment, you expected to feel him spilling onto your tongue. But Eddie only pulled back, his finger wiping away the saliva that dribbled from the corner of your mouth. 

“Ride me.” He patted his lap, eyes shining as you obeyed without hesitation. “Fuck, wish you were gonna be around longer. I could get used to this.”

Eddie watched you as you sank down, taking him inch by glorious inch until you were full of him. Your own gaze stayed fixed on his lips, so plush and begging to be kissed. 

You let lust guide you. Despite an initial shock, Eddie parted your lips with his tongue until your shuddering breath mixed with his. Had no one ever kissed him with such passion? Had no one ever shown him how wanted he was? Is that why he had seemed so surprised when you displayed that kind of intimacy?

There was no time to further ponder these notions, not when he gripped your ass and bucked his hips upward. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was so good, it was too easy for all of your thoughts to only focus on him. The way his mouth tasted of tobacco, the way he held you like he couldn’t bear to let you go, the way each thrust filled you deliciously…

“You close?”

Were you? Not really; it had been just a few minutes, but you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Men got insecure if they finished before their partner, especially someone new. 

So you just nodded, your eyes locking onto him in hopes he’d believe the lie. Eddie didn’t meet your look; he leaned forward and dug his teeth into your shoulder as he came.

“Oh, God. Fucking Christ–holy shit.”

Giddiness and a twinge of pride fluttered within you, almost as good as an orgasm itself. Maybe you’d get yours next time.

As though reading your mind, Eddie tucked his forefinger under your chin and his thumb atop it. “We should do this again sometime.”

 And so you did. Every day that week while Nancy was at work, Eddie came over to her apartment. The couch became your sex spot, so much that you joked about Eddie’s ass leaving an imprint in the fabric. 

“Maybe we could go to your place?” You suggested on Thursday when Eddie practically mauled you the moment he stepped through the doorway.

He just shook his head. “Nah. I wouldn’t want you to see all of my shit, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even want to imagine the bachelor pad that you might find across the hall, empty pizza boxes cluttering the trash can, beer bottles strewn everywhere, ashtrays full of cigarette butts. 

You did find out a little more about Eddie: He worked nights at the plant, which was why he was home during the day. He played guitar and sang lead vocals in his band, Corroded Coffin. And once you moved his hand down to your clit, he could definitely make you come.

That Friday, before Eddie pulled out, he ran his thumb along your lower lip.

“Wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow morning,” he murmured. “If you were sticking around, I might have had to ask you on a date.”

It was almost enough. The thought of being a real couple, someday even making love instead of simply having sex, brought a smile to your face. Maybe you could make these visits to Nancy more often than you’d originally anticipated.

You decided it must be fate when rain poured down in sheets and lightning zigzagged across the sky, delaying your flight for twelve hours. The cab driver crawled at a snail’s pace as he drove you back to Nancy’s, and you kept reminding yourself that he was doing it for your safety. 

Eddie would be so excited to have another day with you. Another afternoon to spend together, to draw pleasure from one another…possibly even discuss the potential of a long-distance relationship.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

His name echoed with each step you took up the stairwell. You would just knock on his door, fling yourself into his arms, and–

“Hey, babe. Looks like you made it back just in time.”

Eddie. 

Your stomach was a leaden weight when you reached the sixth floor and saw Eddie taking a suitcase from a blonde woman and kissing her until her baby pink lipstick smudged on his mouth. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a thin gold band on his ring finger that hadn’t been there the whole week.

“I would’ve walked if it meant getting home,” the woman said softly. “My mom is still awful, by the way. She kept asking if I was pregnant because, and I quote, ‘you look like you’ve been gaining weight, Chrissy.’”

There was no hiding the smirk on Eddie’s face. “We could make it happen, if you want.”

Chrissy swatted at him and walked into the apartment, and then it was just you and Eddie.

“You’re married.”

You barely recognized your own voice, thick with tears that you were willing back until you were alone. 

Surprise flashed across his face for only a second before he composed himself. He looked right through you, mumbling sorry under his breath as he tugged his wife’s–his wife’s–luggage over the threshold and disappeared to be with her.

--

[morganbritton132]

Next week Nancy posts a tik tok of Eddie in one of these tents at the soccer game. He couldn’t handle all the bugs so he bought one of these and a fancy fan to keep him cool. She pans to Eddie who is just flipping off the camera

It builds up to the tent.

It first starts with Eddie posting a TikTok complaining about the mosquitos like, I thought we were killing this planet. Why are these fuckers out in droves?? Followed by another TikTok of Eddie shaming Steve after a game for not being sympathetic enough about the literal vampire attack he survived.

Steve, literally applying calamine lotion to his bites, “You’re fine.”

“They stole my blood!” Eddie exclaims. “Look how pale I am!”

“You’re always this pale.”

“I’ve been bitten less by bats.”

And you know what? Eddie was just going to suck it up. He was going to just sit there and endure in order to support his husband and his wildest jock endeavors, and not just because Nancy’s been roasting the shit out of him every Saturday for the last three weeks, but then. Then he got bit on the ass.

He has a mosquito bite on his ass. How???

So, he furiously drives to a sporting goods store and buys himself a little tent. He throws in a portable fan and even buys a new cooler, and it’s great. It’s 10/10, definitely improved the whole situation now that he’s not being eaten alive again. Nancy can laugh all she wants with her frizzy hair, he doesn’t care.

“POV,” Nancy says in a mockup of Eddie’s TikTok voice. He looks up from his phone and gives her the most unimpressed look. “When people think you’re a Satan-worshipping cult leader but in reality, you’re just a little bitch that can’t handle the outdoors.”

She looks away from the camera and smiles at him. Eddie doesn’t say anything, just flips her off.

Later, Nancy posts another TikTok of Robin talking about her game-winning goal. Meanwhile, in the background, Steve gives Eddie a kiss through the netting of his tent.

[piastrisun]

chasing rainbows.

pairings: carlos sainz + fem reader.

summary: rediscovering a connection with an ex can be a complex journey, but not for carlos.

genre: fluff.⠀word count: 3.2k.⠀ warning: none.

notes: in honour of carlos winning yesterday! and cheesy title, i’m well aware. but i kinda love it. no use of y/n.

it’s been a while since you and carlos broke up, almost a year now, but somehow the two of you managed to keep things in a strange sort of balance. you dated for almost three years, but even after the breakup, you managed to keep your friend group intact. you still see each other often—dinners with mutual friends, occasional group trips—but it’s always on the surface, never going beyond friendly conversation. you check in with each other sometimes, but there’s a line that neither of you crosses anymore. still, the familiarity lingers, hovering between you both, especially during moments like tonight, where your entire group is gathered for a dinner party.

the evening starts comfortably enough—laughter, wine, and everyone catching up on their lives. the noise of the group makes it easy to avoid one-on-one moments with carlos, which you’re relieved about. but when your hostess, camila, realises she’s out of a few ingredients, she asks you both to go to the store together. it’s innocent enough—everyone else is busy, and suddenly, you find yourself alone with him again. there’s no polite way to refuse, so you agree, grabbing your coat and heading out into the cool night air with carlos walking beside you.

the walk to the store is easy, casual, filled with light conversation about work, mutual friends, and plans for the next few weeks. it feels like a scene you’ve lived through countless times, but there’s something different in the air tonight; it’s the fact that it’s the first time in a year being the two alone.

on the way back from the store, the sky opens up. a sudden downpour catches you both off guard, drenching your hair and soaking through your clothes in seconds. you laugh as you both make a mad dash for the awning of a nearby shop, water dripping from your coat and pooling around your feet.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter, twisting your sleeves to wring out the water, trying to suppress a fit of laughter that bubbles up inside you. the sight of carlos, drenched and shaking his head, only makes it harder to keep a straight face.

carlos looks at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief despite the circumstances. “seems like we have the worst luck with rain,” he replies, a broad grin breaking across his face as he attempts to shake off the water like a dog.

you glance over at him, your lips curling into a smile. “it’s not the first time, huh?” you tease, recalling the times a sudden downpour ruined your plans.

he looks up at the sky, the rain slowing to a soft drizzle, as if the clouds are finally relenting. “nope, not at all.” a playful grin spreads across his face.

you follow his gaze, noticing the gray clouds beginning to part. as the storm clears, a bright rainbow appears, arching across the sky in vibrant colors. the sight of it pulls you both back to a day you hadn’t thought about in a long time.

“remember that day?” carlos asks, nodding toward the rainbow that arches across the sky, vibrant against the stormy backdrop.

you let out a soft laugh, a wave of warmth washing over you. “our first date?” the memory flickers in your mind, both distant and alive.

carlos grins, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “exactly. it was pouring then too. we got caught in the rain just like this. i was drenched, and your hair looked like a frizzy mess.”

you roll your eyes playfully. “and you were just standing there, trying to shield me, completely unfazed by the downpour.”

“and then the rainbow,” you add, finishing the thought. the memory of that day feels distant yet vivid at the same time. “i was soaking wet, and i thought it was going to ruin everything, but then you said...”

“it was a sign,” he finishes, his smile widening as the memory unfolds. “you were so nervous, fidgeting with your hands.”

“i was, wasn’t i?” you chuckle, brushing some wet strands of hair away from your face. “and then, right when we were looking at it, that guy walked by with his dog and tripped over the leash.”

carlos laughs, his head tilting back as the memory hits him. “god, i almost forgot about that. he tripped over, and you tried so hard not to laugh, but you just lost it.”

“and then you started laughing too,” you say, smiling wider as the image of that day comes back clearly. “we must’ve looked so ridiculous, standing there soaking wet, laughing like idiots in the middle of the street.”

“and that guy probably hated us as well, even if we helped him afterwards.” he says, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

“oh and, remember how you tried to cover me with your jacket?” you ask, barely able to hold back the giggles. “but it was already soaked, and i was just standing there getting more and more drenched while you acted like it would somehow help.”

carlos snorts, shaking his head. “yeah, i was so sure that would be the move—classic hero moment—and instead, i just made it worse.”

you laugh harder, almost doubling over from the sheer absurdity of it. “you looked so proud of yourself too, like it was going to save the day. and then—” your laughter cuts off the rest of your sentence, and carlos watches you with that familiar teasing smile, eyes warm as you try to catch your breath.

“you look completely ridiculous when you laughed like that,” carlos teases, his voice soft but with a playful edge.

you glance at him, still caught in the memory, your brow furrowing slightly. “like what?” you can’t help but smirk, curiosity piqued.

he turns to face you fully, his smile lingering but his gaze shifting to something more intense. “just like you’re doing right now and back then—throwing your head back, eyes sparkling, completely unguarded.”

his words catch you off guard. there’s something in the way he says it, something that feels different from the usual teasing. you narrow your eyes slightly, giving him a curious look. “oh yeah? then why are you looking at me like that?”

carlos hesitates for a brief moment, his eyes searching yours like he’s weighing whether to say what’s really on his mind. when he speaks, his voice is quieter but steady, like he’s thought about this more than once. “because sometimes i feel like i never stopped wanting you.”

the words hang between you, heavier than you expected. your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you’re not sure if you heard him correctly. the rain around you seems to fade, and all you can focus on is the way his eyes are locked on yours, like he’s saying something he’s been holding back for a long time.

“what?” you ask, your voice soft but filled with surprise. among all the answers you could’ve expected from him, this was, by far, the last option.

carlos doesn’t look away. if anything, he steps a little closer, closing the distance that feels charged with feelings, his eyes unwavering. “i feel like i never stopped loving you. not completely.”

you stand there, frozen for a second, unsure of what to say. his words catch you off guard, but at the same time, they stir something inside you—a flicker of the feelings you thought you’d buried long ago.

“never?” you ask, your voice calm but laced with curiosity and confidence. the question slips out before you can stop it, tinged with disbelief and a desire to understand.

he nods slightly, his expression serious but not regretful. “never.”

the weight of his answer hangs in the air, a moment of stillness where time seems to stretch. you search his eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation, but all you see is certainty. “so, after everything, you didn’t really let go?”

he takes a breath, the gravity of the moment sinking in deeper. “no. i tried to move on, but it was like carrying a piece of you with me wherever i went. i realised it was impossible to forget what we had.”

the air between you feels charged, like the space is suddenly too small to contain everything unsaid between you. you can feel your heart racing, and for the first time in a long while, you’re not sure how to feel. the memories of your relationship, your friendship, and the quiet moments of tension since you broke up—all of it rushes to the surface. you remain silent, thinking of an answer that is prudent and mature enough.

carlos glances away for a moment, like he’s gathering his thoughts, then meets your eyes again, continuing where he left off. “i didn’t want to bring it up like this, but... tonight, seeing you laugh like that again, remembering that first day, i realised how much i still miss it. miss us.”

your breath catches in your throat. the nostalgia you felt earlier is now layered with something much deeper, something that’s hard to ignore. the rain has almost stopped, but the rainbow is still there, vibrant and clear, a reminder of both the past and the possibility of something more.

“what about everything that’s happened?” you ask softly, not quite sure if you’re ready to dive into this conversation but unable to stop yourself from asking. “we’ve moved on... haven’t we?”

he exhales slowly, glancing down at the ground for a second before looking back at you. “not really, not when it comes to you.”

his words hang in the air, stirring something inside you that you weren’t ready to confront. you search his face, half expecting to see a hint of uncertainty, but there’s none. his expression is steady, almost as if this admission has been sitting on the tip of his tongue for longer than either of you realised.

you can feel your pulse quicken, and though the rain has all but stopped, your thoughts feel like a storm you can’t quite control. a part of you wants to brush it off, to make a joke and keep things light like you always do, but something in his gaze keeps you from doing that. it feels like a turning point, like all the playful exchanges and careful avoidance over the past year have led to this moment.

“i don’t know what to say,” you admit, your voice soft, filled with confusion.

carlos steps closer, closing the distance between you just slightly, his eyes searching yours. “you don’t have to say anything,” he says gently. “i didn’t tell you because i expect you to feel the same way... i just— i wanted you to know. every time we’re together, although always surrounded by people, i remember what it was like, and sometimes it’s hard to be around you without—” he stops, exhaling slowly as if the weight of the words is too much to bear all at once.

“without what?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart thudding in your chest.

“without wanting it all back,” he says simply, his gaze steady and unflinching. “without thinking about what we had. and wondering if we ever really gave it a real chance to work.”

his words catch you off guard. you thought you’d moved on, thought that whatever feelings remained were just the remnants of a relationship that had its time. but now, standing here, watching the way his eyes linger on you, you’re not so sure anymore.

your thoughts drift back to that first date—the awkwardness, the laughter, the rain and rainbow that felt like a sign. you remember how easy it was to be with him, how natural everything felt. and even now, after everything, there’s still a part of you that feels drawn to that ease, to that connection.

“carlos,” you start, but the words catch in your throat. you take a deep breath, steadying yourself. “what if we’re just holding onto a memory? what if this is just... nostalgia?”

carlos’ lips twitch into a small, knowing smile. “maybe. but what if it’s more than that? what if there’s still something here, something we never let ourselves explore because we got caught up in everything else?”

you bite your lip, unsure of what to say. his words make sense, but they also scare you. the idea of opening that door again, of letting him back in, is both tempting and terrifying.

“and what if we end up right where we started?” you ask quietly. “what if it falls apart again?”

carlos’ expression softens, his eyes reflecting the vulnerability in your own. “i don’t know,” he admits, stepping even closer until there’s barely any space between you. “but i’d rather risk that than spend the rest of my days wondering what could’ve been, feeling like it missed a possible chance with the love of my life, wouldn’t you?”

as carlos’ words sink in, you don’t respond right away. instead, you start walking again, the grocery bags swinging lightly in your hands and others on his. he follows beside you, and for a moment, the conversation lingers in the air between you, heavy with possibilities.

the rain has mostly stopped now, just a light drizzle falling, and the rainbow stretches across the sky like a fading memory of something magical. you’re still processing everything carlos said, your heart caught between hesitation and the flicker of something deeper, something you thought had long since faded.

his words stir something deep inside you, and for a moment, all the doubts and fears fade into the background. the memory of that first date, the laughter, the rainbow—it all feels like a sign again, pulling you toward a future you never let yourself consider.

you look into his eyes, searching for any hesitation, but all you see is the same warmth and familiarity that once made you fall for him in the first place.

“carlos…” you begin again, but this time your voice is softer, more open. you don’t know what you’re about to say, only that you’re not ready to close the door completely.

he leans in, his eyes never leaving yours, and for a moment, you think he’s about to kiss you. but he pauses, his breath soft against your skin. “i’m not asking for everything,” he murmurs. “i’m just asking for a chance to see if we could be what we were. two people who fully love each other, without stopping ourselves.”

your heart races, and the space between you feels charged, like the next move could change everything. the rainbow in the distance fades slightly as the last of the storm clouds disappear, but the moment between you and carlos holds steady, suspended in the air like a choice waiting to be made.

neither of you speaks as you walk, but the silence is comfortable, filled with the weight of what’s unsaid. you can feel him glancing at you every now and then, as if waiting for you to break the quiet, to say something—anything—but you don’t. not yet.

as you turn the corner and approach the house, you can see the big window at the front glowing with warm light. inside, your friends are laughing, completely unaware of the tension that’s been brewing outside. you hesitate for a moment, your feet slowing as you approach the driveway. carlos stops too, standing just a step behind you.

through the glass, you can see the group gathered around the table, the soft hum of conversation reaching your ears even from outside. they haven’t noticed you yet, too caught up in their own little world, and for a second, you wonder if they’d even know what’s changed between you and carlos.

but carlos is still close, and you can feel the warmth of his presence beside you, the way his hand brushes yours ever so slightly. the sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, everything feels too intense—like the weight of the last few years has finally caught up with you, all in this one moment.

you turn to face him, and he’s already watching you, his eyes searching yours with a quiet intensity. you can feel your breath catch in your throat, your heart pounding in your chest. you’re standing so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off him, and the pull between you is undeniable, magnetic.

carlos’ gaze flickers down to your lips for just a second, and when his eyes meet yours again, there’s no hesitation this time. “we don’t have to figure everything out right now,” he says softly, his voice steady but filled with something deeper. “but we can start here. right now.

your heart races, and before you can think it through, you step forward, closing the small space between you, dropping the bags on the grass. carlos doesn’t hesitate this time—his hand comes up to gently cradle your face, his touch warm and familiar. there’s a brief pause, a heartbeat of uncertainty, before you lean into him, your lips meeting his in a kiss that feels both new and achingly familiar all at once.

the kiss is soft at first, tentative, like the two of you are rediscovering something that had been lost. but then, it deepens, and all the unspoken emotions, the memories, the laughter and pain of the past years, flood into that single moment. the world seems to fade around you—there’s only carlos, his hand on your cheek, the warmth of his lips against yours, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this was always meant to be.

when you finally pull back, your breath mingling with his, you’re both smiling—soft, tentative smiles that speak of hope, of the beginning of something new.

and then, from inside the house, you hear the sound of laughter and excited shouting. you glance over carlos’ shoulder and see your friends standing by the big window, wide smiles on their faces. they’re watching the two of you with exaggerated grins, some throwing their hands in the air, others clapping in delight. a knock on the glass echoes through the air, followed by a chorus of playful “wooos” and a few overly dramatic “finally!” comments. the noise grows louder as your friends cheer, making no effort to hide their amusement.

you feel a burst of laughter escape you, cheeks flushing as the teasing continues. carlos laughs too, shaking his head in disbelief, his eyes sparkling with humor. the two of you share a look, unable to hold back your own amusement, completely wrapped up in the lighthearted chaos your kiss has caused.

carlos grins, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “guess we’ve been caught.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i guess so.”

but even with your friends watching, cheering, and teasing, you don’t feel embarrassed. instead, you feel something shift inside you—a sense of rightness, of clarity. maybe carlos was right. maybe you never really let go. and maybe now, you’re ready to see where this could go.

as your friends continue to laugh and cheer from inside the house, carlos leans in again, his voice low and full of warmth. “what do you say? ready to give us another shot?”

you look into his eyes, feeling the same pull you did all those years ago, but stronger now—more certain. you smile, your heart lighter than it’s been in a long time. “yeah,” you say softly. “i think i am.”

©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 24’.

[stepintothelimelight]

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ VEGAS VEGAS VEGAS

TRAILER: You know what they say about Vegas…

(Max Verstappen x driver!Reader)(SMAU+written)

WARNINGS: fluff? not really anything

fc: random pinterest couples

Aaaaannnnd ACTION!

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It’s a close race. 

A nail biter. 

This race, the news outlets have been saying. This is the race that will determine the WDC. 

And it is.

If you finish in even one more place over Max, you will have tied his season points and be in the battle for the WDC.

Mercedes and Toto call for you in your ear as you sail across the finish line with a fine margin between you and Max - your biggest rival.

You climb out, and the first thing you see is your team. There’s this giant, painful smile that’s splitting your face open as they hit on your helmet and you hug and cheer and scream. 

“W-D-C! W-D-C!” they chant. You join them. Toto somehow finds his way to you and you hug him and then Susie, too.

And then the crowd parts and you take you’re helmet off and your balaclava, leaving you with a messy, sweaty head of frizzy hair. That damn smile and the flush in your cheeks refuses to leave, even as you meet the freezing eyes of the one and only Max Verstappen.

He could have been done with the Championship by now if it weren’t for you and your streak of wins in the late season. 

He lumbers towards you and you meet him halfway, hands coming up and - 

His lips meet yours in the most passionate kiss that you’ve ever experienced. Your hands pull at his neck and his at your waist and hips. It’s like it’s just the two of you. 

Of course, there are cameras around. Everywhere. They’re lapping up this opportunity like cats to warm milk. The two of you rarely show PDA in the paddock, preferring to keep professional and personal passions separate. 

He gently pulls away and cups your face, brushing back your damp baby hairs. His full lips curve into the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Hi!” You yell at him over the din.

“Hello!” He yells back. “Next stop, World Champion!”

Because Max isn’t how the media portrays him.

 He’s sweet and soft and he loves hard and fast. He wants a competitor. He wants someone who can beat him at his own game over and over again. 

You pull him in for one last kiss, but both of you are smiling too much for it to be real. 

“Let’s get married!” You exclaim. 

He does a double take, then kisses you again. 

“Let’s get married.”

“You’re doing what?” Lewis demands in the car back to the hotel. You sit in between him and a grinning Max, clutching  your soon-to-be husband’s hand. 

“We’re getting married tonight,” Max affirms. You nod emphatically. 

It wasn’t exactly a spur-the-moment type of idea. You’ve talked about getting married, having kids, growing old together. And now you’re in vegas. Neither you nor Max need an extravagant ceremony. All you need is a room, an officiant and some rings. You would prefer it if all your best friends were there, too, which is why you’re looking at Lewis. 

“We’re need you to get the rings,” You explain to Lewis, who’s in a blatant state of shock. 

“Rings…” he mutters. 

“Yes, rings,” Max tells him. “You’re famous. Extraordinarily, so it should be very easy to acquire two or three rings.”

Lewis sighs and rubs his forehead.

“Alright, then. Text me the time and place.”

The others have a very similar reaction to You and Max’s proclamation. Shock, then excitement.

You’ve set a time and a place for the wedding: 4 am, 24 hour church of Elvis, and sent it to both the drivers and the WAGs group chats. 

whoever can make it should make it, you said.

Individually, you’ve chosen your bridesmaids, Lily, Kika and Alex, and Max his groomsmen - Lando, Checo and Charles. 

“When did he propose?” Lily demands as soon as the boys have left. 

“He didn’t. I did, right after the win.”

“Ah, yes, during the kiss that’s broken the internet,” Alex giggles. 

“Well the internet better buckle down, cause we’re about to break it again.”

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Aaaannnnnnd scene!

DIRECTOR’S CUT: Just a little fluffy thing to get me back in the mood for writing!

ps about the spitfire saga: i wrote it all on my notes app and then i updated to ios 18 and now i’m locked out 😤😤 so ummm i just have to muster up the willpower to re plan it all but i swear i haven’t abandoned it!!

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[physalian]

Yet another 5 Character Types The World Needs More Of

Continuing on the list of “tropes the world needs more of”

1. The optimist in denial

This is a character who probably didn’t have the best life growing up, so determined to look on the bright side to escape their objectively crap situation that they’re in denial, not just being annoyingly optimistic. They’re frustrating cases to all the people who care about them because they won’t admit anything is wrong, holding onto a life or reality that doesn’t exist, or perhaps never did, as it’s all they have left.

Example: Todoroki Fuyumi

2. The “peaceful” pacifist

As opposed to harmless, the distinction is important. Demons run when a good man goes to war. This is a character who took themselves off the game board because they know they’d win in a landslide. This is a warrior who left the battlefield because they are the weapon of mass destruction. This is also the character who is determined to be good, even if it gets them killed. I don’t care if there’s already plenty of them, this is good shit and I want more.

Example: Too many and yet not enough

3. The likable autistic

Neurodivergence in media is often the butt of the joke. You like these characters in spite of their “quirks” or you find them incredibly annoying because their “quirks” are their entire personality. Usual representations are arrogant and anti-social narcissists who lack compassion. Shockingly, autism is a spectrum, and a very far cry from sociopathy. No one trait should define an entire character, and that includes neurodivergence.

Nothing specific to do this time, more what not to do. Make them people first, yeah? A person with autism. Not autistic person. There’s a difference.

Example: Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

4. Husbands who love their wives

Wow this feels like a low bar. These men who adore their wives, who wouldn’t dare think the phrase “ball and chain”. If he likes his wife, he’s probably a good man altogether. I feel like media is stepping away from the misogynistic kinds of protagonists (assuming their wives weren’t fridged) but I’m talking men who are their wives fiercest defender (socially) and biggest cheerleader.

Example: Gomez Adams, Maes Hughes

5. Unmanicured Female Heroes and Love Interests

Slapping barbie dolls who look gorgeous and can do no wrong aren’t anyone’s favorite character. Let her hair be a little frizzy, let her not wear makeup, give her jeans and a t-shirt and flat. Let her be a little lazy and self-indulgent. A little cluttered and messy without joking about how she’s “letting herself go”.

Let her have some biases, some arbitrary hills to die on. Not every female character but usually characters like this are the jealous villains or the girl who gets dumped for someone prettier.

Example: Toph Beifong, Princess Fiona

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Oh look I wrote some of these in ENNS haha what a coincidence

Check it out if you'd like~

[hellfireloserclub]

Oscar the grouch

Written for June's @steddiemicrofic

Prompt:stuff.Word count 483.Rating G

“Look at this stuff. Isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?” Eddie sang as he danced around the living room, Oscar crying his eyes out in his arms.

Steve wasn't sure what it was he had walked into, or why his son was currently wailing at the top of his voice. But he was truly living up to his nickname of grouch.

Eddie looked frazzled and three seconds away from joining the frizzy haired tot in his breakdown. It was easy to forget that this was Eddie’s first time doing this whole parenting thing, he got on so well with Layla it was easy to forget that it was his first rodeo. Mostly Steve's husband ( it still sounded weird to say that) was taking it in his stride, one dirty diaper at a time.

But Oscar was every bit Eddie’s son, and the last few weeks of teething had shown that the kid had well and truly found his lungs.

Steve was still unnoticed as he watched from the doorway, take out bag still in hand.

Picking up the stuffed octopus from the sofa where it lay, Eddie waved it around pointing out all the accumulated nik naks lining the shelves of their busy and cluttered living space .

“Look at this trove. Treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?” Eddie sang, nearly knocking the Grammy off the mantle in his enthusiasm.

Not that it would matter if it broke. the other Grammy, one they shared, was currently being used as a doorstop in the recording studio, since Rincewind the cat had decided to start locking himself in there when they weren't looking. Stupid feline had almost written off Steve's stratocaster, and it had killed at least two of the fancy laptops.

Eddie was finally winning in his war with his mini self. Oscar had simmered to gulping air, bottom lip wobbling but no tears now fell down his freckled face. One chubby fist had twisted itself in Eddie's curls and the other was reaching for the shiny metal in his dad’s bottom lip.

Oscar really liked shiny things.

Eddie's wedding ring had been dropped down the toilet only the other week, it took Steve and Wayne ages to get it back out the pipe.

It now sat on a chain around Eddie's neck, safe from little fingers wanting to recreate Gollum's fate.

Sensing that he was on to a winner, Eddie got louder with his singing.

“I want to be where the people are-”

“That's a lie, you hate people.” Steve said as he made his presence known.

Both man and child's heads turned in unison. A smile cracking both faces.

“I like you.” Eddie said, walking over Oscar grabbing onto Steve as soon as he got near.

Eddie pressed a kiss into Steve's temple as he passed off their son.

“I'm not people, I'm your husband.”