#he does get taller but so does she and they either max out at the same height or shes a bit taller

[cozybearz]

in the beautiful world of my mind edward elric never gets as tall as he does canonically. he never gets taller than winry at most they end up the same height and this is real and true 2 me

[ultimate-marysue]

Jason thinks he's safe. He's 6 feet tall, and not even completely done growing (he can gain maybe an inch before his mid 20s). He's already taller than Dick, and his brother isn't growing any taller. If he's right, he might actually get to Bruce's height and, when entropy inevitably comes knocking on the Bat's door, eventually surpass. He'd shrink down like all old people do.

No, the only real competition is in the younger generation, and Tim's not getting anywhere near his height. The future version of him he met was around 6ft... which is short people talk for "under 6ft but close enough to bluff". And that's without taking into account the fact that he was wearing platform boots. Tim may have omitted that from his story, but Kon had the facts straight.

Babs, Cass and Steph were also out of the running. Sadly for the Batgirls, none of them were Amazonians. Batwoman on the other hand...she came close, but close was not enough to win.

Damian was a mystery. Ras and Bruce were both 6'2 and Talia was not short either. He had also always been short for his age, but that does nothing to predict at which height he'd max out. He has unlimited potential and that's problematic, but he'll burn that bridge once he gets to it.

Things were looking great for him, that's until Duke showed up of course. 5'9 at 15 (two whole inches above average), and he seems to be growing by the week. Worst part is, Dick and Tim have ungraciously accepted defeat and are now banking on Duke to be the one that surpasses Bruce the fastest. Jason starts helping him find a cure for his parents so he can return to them before hitting 6 feet. He reasons he still has time before the kid's 18, except Duke reaches the mark at 16 and a half.

There are cheers from the "avenged" siblings, promises from Damian to outgrow him. Duke just pats Jason's shoulder

"Should I call you little brother now?"

"Fuck off, we're the same height."

"So what you're saying is 'give it a couple months'?"

He never lives it down.

[baddiewiththebook]

STUFFING AND SAUCE [18+]

-> It's Thanksgiving, and the gang is all together under one roof: the Henderson house. While Mrs. Henderson and Wayne battle the turkey in the kitchen, Eddie fights his own urges with the older Henderson sibling. You're home for the holidays, and Eddie's hungry. . . but, not for turkey.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> hookup to lovers, angst, smut

-> warning - explicit content [18+]

a/n -> This is reuploaded and heavily edited from last year.

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"You keep looking in that mirror and I'll break it," Dustin warns.

Robin's hair stands on end. "You can't be serious? That bad luck is transferable, you know?"

Dustin rolls his eyes at her superstition because honestly they've all come to an agreement to help set the table for Thanksgiving dinner party that his mother has offered to host this year. And, with Eddie's lack of partaking because he's too busy blotting down his hair in the mirror, Dustin doesn't understand why Eddie's come to his house in the first place.

The older boy fidgets with the end of his shirt, and not long after Robin comes to his ear to tell him that you'll love how he looks tonight. That's right, you're coming. He's totally forgotten that Dustin's sister is in town for Thanksgiving. Eddie's hair dangles over his cheeks, so that hopefully no one sees him blush.

"When does your sister get here?" Max throws herself onto the couch next to Steve, whom scoots a seat over from her. Lately, he realizes, she's been a bit too clingy to him.

"She's late," Dustin checks the clock that hangs high above on the wall ticking the time away. "She should have been here an hour ago- Eddie!"

Eddie abandons his task once again to dash over to the front window facing the street. Frost makes the drying grass and the limp trees appear shiny like glass. Foggy car headlights grow larger as they near. Seeing your Honda pull up the short drive brings back memories from the summertime.

Last summer was a record high in heat, which left you with barely any clothes to wear that didn’t leave your skin sticky and hot. Especially when Eddie was bent over the hood of your car and knuckles deep in your engine. Greased up hands and all, he wiped the sweat from his brow to tell you that your car was fixed. When you offered him cash as payment, he declined to the manor of being friendly not as the professional Eddie Munson - mechanic. You chewed on your bottom lip while batting your lashes in his direction.

Eddie’s unsure how you can make him melt, while simply being you. But, eventually, you worked out a payment that both of you were happy with. And, you continued that payment damn near every week. In his office. In his garage. In his van. In his kitchen. In his shower. In his bed.

No space in his shop or in his apartment are left sacred to either of you. And, when the summer was done, you were off to college. No calls or texts from either of you.

“She’s here!” Max spins in the front hallway. You are her idol. She swears you are the coolest person she’s ever met (aside from El).

Dustin shoves Eddie out of the way to observe for himself that in fact his sister has come home for the holidays. Not long after, their shared mom runs out of the house with her apron around her neck like a cape in her sprint.

“Hi, baby!” Your mom peppers your face with her kisses.

You whine. “Mom!”

“Okay, okay!” She pinches your cheeks until they’re glowing, but she does let you go.

Following her is your little brother, Dustin, who grabs you around the waist and he pulls you in tight. He’s gotten much taller since the last time you’ve seen him, but that can’t be right. You’ve only been gone for a few months!

“Hi, Dusty!” You ruffle his hair.

He grins. “What did you bring me?”

“I barely have enough money for books!” You snort.

Dustin drops his grip and then he fans you away. The little sucker grumbles, and avoids helping you with your suitcase despite your mom’s request. But, Steve and Robin dogpile you with warm greetings and Steve offers to help with your bag.

“I need all the dirt on college,” Robin whispers. “Are there really stains on all the sheets?”

What she means to ask is much raunchier. But, your mother is still picking at your clothes because you haven’t ironed this shirt. She’s got this look upon her face like you’ve been away at sea for years and years, and not like you��ve spent two months away at college.

Steve lugs your suitcase inside with you in tow. The rest of your brother’s little friends have also crowded around to get a piece of you. You’re like a celebrity in your own home. Even Wayne’s got his arm around you, whom you didn’t expect to see (but, you’re not complaining - you love Wayne).

Wayne’s got himself stuck in the kitchen with your mom to help her with the turkey. You’re the top subject right now, but soon he dashes off to make sure the bird isn’t drying out in the oven. Conversation begins to swirl like normal, and you’re on the lookout for the one person you might have missed a little more than you should.

You sit on the living room couch between Nancy and Steve with Robin at your feet, and the kids are running about the home hiding a can of whipped cream from your mom and Wayne (who are the only adults capable of reprimanding them of course).

“Do you have any plans while you’re in town?” Nancy asks.

You hope she doesn’t see your neck crane over her curly head. “None, but I’m here for the weekend and Monday since I don’t have classes.”

“What’s your schedule like?”

Nancy overloads everything she can while you’re around. No offense to the other people in your friend group, but they didn’t invite intellectual conversations like you and she did. She’s got too many questions for you, while you’re overthinking that the mid-length skirt you wore is too much.

“Have either of you seen Eddie?” Wayne poses the eye opening question that has the whole gang bobbing their head back and forth like meerkats.

“I saw his van outside, right? I’ll check there,” you stand away from your spot on the sofa.

Robin wants to make a sly comment about your willingness to brave the cold for this shaggy man, who seems to have taken a full shower, shave and added cologne to his washed outfit for the evening. She bites her tongue.

“Bathroom?” Nancy suggests that she go upstairs, and Robin will check this floor.

Steve hauls himself from the couch. “I’ll check outside.”

Steve secretly wishes that Eddie be there smoking a joint that he could bum off of. Holidays aren’t Steve’s favorite because his family isn’t around either. He’s here because he can’t say ‘no’ to Mrs. Henderson.

To no knowledge of Eddie, however, is anyone looking out for him. He’s snuck out to his van while everyone else stays distracted by your arrival. Watching your chest bounce while you laugh, or your skirt flutter while you twirl - you’re a God damn tease and you know what you’re doing.

Knock, knock.

You wrap your knuckles against the glass of his van’s driver’s side window. This must be Eddie’s lucky day, and you’re thinking the same by the way you twist in front of him.

“What’s up?” Eddie nods.

You pout. “Well, you didn’t even say ‘hi’ to me and you’re already bailing?”

“I’m not bailing,” he assures. “Besides, do you think that the way we greet each other is appropriate to do in public?”

A part of you is quite offended that he hasn’t addressed the elephant in the room. Not only did he neglect to call you in the past few months, nor did he greet you at the door like the rest of your friends had done earlier. But, the other part of you is winning over this tug of war. You haven’t had sex in months, and shining your own shield only goes so far.

During the summer, you got what you wanted. You and Eddie screwed like rabbits. When you left, a nagging itch was left that couldn’t be scratched. Admittedly, you got cozy in his apartment. Your sleepovers became ‘Good Morning’ with a side of eggs and toast. Soon began you washing the dishes after, and Eddie asking about what you’re studying for school.

After a while, his apartment became a second home and you no longer had to ask where the bathroom was. You pretended that this little game was to keep Dustin’s watchful eye out of sight, but sipping your morning brew without asking Eddie to add anymore cream or sugar became a bit more than you bargained for.

You’re leaning forward now to press a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. But, before you have a chance to pull away, Eddie slots his lips to yours like he’s made his way home.

“You want to take advantage that there’s no one parked behind me? Like old times?” Eddie pinches your chin with his index finger and his thumb.

It just so happens that the Beyers family is running a tad behind schedule. Will couldn’t find his Christmas sweater, and Johnathan had to second his shower because according to his mom, he still stunk like a skunk had run through their house. But, as they finally do pull up to the lively home with Christmas lights twinkling on the roof, Joyce Byers spots the eldest Henderson twisted in close conversation with the Munson boy.

Joyce parks their car halfway onto the sidewalk because Johnathan is jolting out of the car murmuring something about the food smelling so good. This leaves Will to juggle the grocery bags full of potatoes and Mac and Cheese into the house. But, Joyce stops to interrupt the conversation you’re having.

“Hi, Miss. Byers,” you pull away from the conversation to greet her warmly.

“Joyce, honey! Joyce!” She corrects. “I didn’t mean to- oh, I’m sorry. Hello, Eddie!”

Eddie waves his hand in her direction. That’s not to be rude, but he would rather not have Joyce see him in a pair of tight denim with his dick as hard as it is right now.

“We’re just going out for a last minute grocery run,” your lie leaves a sour note on your tongue.

Joyce knows very well that the last grocery store to stay open on Thanksgiving has closed about thirty minutes ago. But, she doesn’t tell them that she knows this. She quite fondly looks back to her own memories of when she snuck out of her family ‘s Christmas party with her boyfriend at the time.

“Be safe,” Joyce winks, then turns on her heel to go inside.

You’re quick to hop into the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. An old bitter cigarettes scent stains the interior of the vehicle like a thick layer of butter on toast. You buckle up, then kick your feet out in what little room he has under the dash. Eddie’s abused the passenger side of his van for fast food wrappers and travel mugs he hasn’t taken inside for however long.

Aside from a tire whining, Eddie cuts the headlights to sneak out of the drive without anyone noticing from inside.

Eddie places one of his hands across your thigh, “Grocery shopping?”

"What was I supposed to say?" You shake your head

You’re biting at the edge of something wonderful here. Looking on to your left, Eddie’s got his lip tugged between his teeth. His eye on the road. His mind in the gutter. The hand he’s got squeezing against the fat of your inner thigh dances dangerously across your skin. Your spine arches straight back. Eyes shut blissfully as you let a whine escape you.

Then, he dares flick your awaiting clit while driving solo with one hand on the wheel and an eye on the road. Not to be crude, but he’s been here before with you. Tight on time. Sneaking about like high schoolers still. You’re on his mind most of the time these days because he wants to know if what you did with him all summer is what you would do in college with other people. He’s subjected himself to exhausting torturous hours at work just so he doesn’t have to think about you in your back getting railed by a random dude.

Somehow he’s got you here now, and your putty under his fingers. Your eyelashes flutter. Brows furrow. Your chest rises and falls at the lightest touches from him.

Clenching your legs against his large grip he's got on you, Eddie pulls off to the side of the road. He’s waited far too long to revisit this little charade. Pulling in behind a few trees, he doesn’t have to ask because you’re already climbing into the back.

You land on a set of blankets he hasn’t taken out since you left.

Eddie crawls into the back after you. Kisses like he never left. Nostalgia makes your heart skip inside of your chest. He keeps you there under his touch, and squeezing at your sides as you sink deeper into his embrace.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Eddie breathes onto your neck, before attaching himself there and nibbling into your flesh.

Your whines acknowledge that he’s got just the right spot - like he could have forgotten. The embrace is so familiar that your chest burns for him.

“More,” you beg into his hair, while gripping your hands into fists of the fabric on his back.

If there was more time, Eddie would have stayed there all night just to hear your heart beat against his eardrum. Yet, he’s undoing his belt, the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down to match you flipping up that sinful little skirt you wore just to tease him. Wetting his fingers, he then hooks his pinky in your underwear to move them to the side. Rubbing your clit, Eddie hears your moans bounce from each side of the van. You’re on full display. Deliciously beautiful and all for him.

You’re both aware of this, so there’s no need to say anything.

“Eddie,” except you do. “Please. I need you!”

“I’ll never stop needing you,” he finds your lips again, as he pushes himself deep inside of you.

Groaning together, your core aches a familiar feeling. Tightening your grip against him like you’re scared he’ll run away. He’s got his eye not on your eye, but on your soul. Reaching far beneath the depths that anyone could ever fall into, and at its core is you. Your being is the only part he’ll ever need - the only thing he longs for. And so, as he’s fucking you at a punishing rate, he holds on tight for he’s afraid to let go.

You break the eye contact when you toss your head back. Stars form in your vision, as you topple over the edge of bliss. Following soon, you hear Eddie groan one last time and he’s spilling inside of you.

“Shit,” he rolls onto the blankets trying to catch his breath.

You’re doing the same, and with one long exhale, you swing yourself over so that you’re laying across his body. Eddie drowsily opens his eye to see the most beautiful creature he’s laid his eye on. Lipstick smeared. Mascara smudged. Your heart sounds as though it’s going to burst from your chest.

“Hi,” you say breathlessly.

Eddie chuckles. “Hey, beautiful.”

Beautiful. That’s an unspoken word between you two. Usually, after sex, the two of you either dress in silence or roll over and go to sleep. You miss the feeling of being wanted, and you’ve got your fingers crossed that he’s not just playing his cards.

Eddie’s hand finds the small of your back to bring you closer.

“What are you thinking about?” He touches your forehead with his index finger.

You nibble at the inside of your cheek, before bravely making the leap to ask. “Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“That you’ll never stop needing me,” you swallow thickly.

Eddie’s fingers make patterns along your bare back. Eyes locked onto yours, he studies your face through the shadows of the arriving evening. All this time you’ve been away, you’ve been on his mind. If he knew what dorm you live in, he’d be there in a heart beat to keep you warm during these cooler months.

“I’ll never,” he folds your fingers in with his just so he can bring your hand to his mouth, and so he can kiss every knuckle on your hand, “stop needing you.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you lean in for a kiss.

Someone bashes a fist against the back door to the van, and you know your screwed. Red and blue lights flicker and flash outside the window.

"Shit!" You scramble to pat down your hair, and your skirt.

Eddie tucks himself into his pants, while muttering curses to himself.

“Police!” Jim Hopper’s voice is easily recognizable. “Come on, Munson. Don’t make me come in there.”

With a few run-ins with the law, and making a reputation as the “freak” of Hawkins High School, Eddie’s van became a staple around town. Even the police knew just about where ever he is at any time.

Tumbling over each other, you’re sure the guilt is written all over your faces. Nearly blinded by a flashlight to the face, you shield your eye away from Jim Hopper, who squints at you two. Clearly caught in the act of a wild youthful fantasy, Jim clicks off his flashlight and speaks to you both;

“I was on my way to your mom’s house,” he makes a point to stare you down, before continuing, “when I was radioed that there’s a suspicious van lingering off the side of the road. Care to explain?”

Not like there is much explaining to do. The story is pretty black and white, but that doesn’t discourage Eddie to come up with an aching bumble of lies.

“We were just on our way to the grocery store when we ran out of gas,” he began with your earlier plot. “We ran out of cranberry sauce.”

“Right,” Jim grunts. “I better give you a ride back.”

Walking back into the house to explain why you and Eddie disappeared has been mute to your ears. All of the funny faces from the younger kids, or the suspected glances from the older friends. God, you’d never hear the end of this from Robin. She’s been on your behind about fixing you up with Eddie for a while.

“You okay?” Eddie nudges you.

Jim says with his back turned, “Come on, kids. No use standing around a dead car. I’ll see what I can do about getting you back here with a gas can in the morning.”

“I’m fine,” you're embarrassed, but you're warm knowing where you stand with Eddie.

You’re crammed in the back of Jim’s Chevrolet with Eddie. Also stuffed between you two, is a sizable Tupperware full of mashed potatoes. El twists around in the front seat to let you know that she made them this year.

Bumps in the road weigh heavy against the beating inside your chest. You’re not speaking a language that Eddie totally understands, but he knows where your head is at. He touches your pinky with his sending a few jolts straight to your heart and your stomach flips. You continue to manage the Tupperware from tipping all over the seats.

The Sheriff spins the wheel to turn down your street. That empty spot Eddie left has Jim’s name written all over it.

Somehow the home has become busier than when you left earlier. Sounds of laughter bubble through the chill of the evening. The blinds are drawn, so you can see the Christmas tree in the living room lined with a calamity of decorations that have been collected over the years. Tinsel shines against the living room lamps draped across doorways, and the window frame. Your mom insists on putting the decorations up the day after Halloween.

You can almost hear Wayne’s boyish laughter that he’s never quite grown out of, while he tortures the young kids. He’s cornered Lucas and Max with a fake bushel of mistletoe in his hand. Max squirms when Lucas kisses her on the cheek, but later blushes while no one is looking.

The car tilts as the group climbs out and down onto the driveway. You’ll never understand the love for a lifted truck like this.

Despite wanting to be useful, El takes the mashed potatoes from you.

“I’ll be taking that!” She announces proudly.

With El and Jim both taking the lead, Eddie sneaks in to tug at your hand.

The front door swings open.

“Jim Hopper,” Wayne announces. “And- erm, Eddie?”

You poke your head around Jim’s back, and Wayne’s mouth draws agape.

“Their grocery store run ended on a flat tire, so I brought them back here,” Jim says.

“Thank you for rescuing them,” he replies. “Well, come in. Dinner is just about ready.”

Jim, El and yourself enter the home without too much inquiry from Wayne. But, you hear a thunk and Eddie’s protest, so you can imagine Wayne just knocked some sense into the back of Eddie’s head.

“You must be cold, darling,” Wayne snaps his finger. “I’ll bring you some hot chocolate. Go on and sit by the fire in the living room. Your friends have been waiting for you.”

Pinching Eddie on the ear, Wayne drags him away to the kitchen where you just know he’s getting scolded.

You bite the bullet, and find your friends in the living room surrounding the fireplace. Steve’s fought for and gotten the prime spot, so that his back is to the flame and he’s heating up in the knitted sweater that Nancy made for him.

Johnathan is still unhappy about the exchange by the way, even if she knitted him a pair of socks later. You can’t imagine a world where Johnathan and Steve might get along anyway. Nancy has false hopes.

“There you are!” Nancy worries like a mom who’s lost sight of her kids for more than five minutes. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Really?” You plop down next to Robin on the couch, who’s got this grin that you beg won’t start talking.

“Won’t you enlighten us?” Robin bats her lashes.

Steve clears his throat. “Don’t think she’ll have too.”

“Warm up with this,” Eddie’s come from the kitchen with hot chocolate in hand. He hands it to you, and kisses the top of your head.

“Shut up!” Robin yells. “Really?”

“Really what?” Dustin pokes his head from around the corner before Eddie can snake his hands away from you. “Oh, damn.”

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[imaginaryf1shots]

My Girls (I) | Max Verstappen

Words count: 1009

Driver!OC X Max Verstappen

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

This is a sort of prequel, just to set the scene. I already have over 20K written for this.

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When they first met, they were 10 years old. A karting competition, a usual thing for both of them, they both won a fair amount, both getting used to winning. However when they lost each one of them dealt with it differently. Yes Cecilia had a better car, but that never stopped Max from winning before. 

The race started as normal, as always Cecilia overtook all those in front of her and reached P2, with only Max being in front of her, with practised ease she overtook the boy coming out of nowhere it seemed. The boy frowned and pressed harder his car touching hers, Cecilia felt her car jolt, not knowing Max but knowing how some of the guys liked to race, she started focusing on evading him and out racing him. It was close to the end of the race anyways. Max did try to push her car a few times but everytime she slipped away or he just barely touched her. 

His dad will have his head for this. 

Once the race finished they got out of the car, Cecilia doing the little dance she always did when she won. She saw her dad and her brother cheering for her on the side. Taking off her helmet just as Max was coming up to her, he wanted to see who beat him, she took out her braid from her suit and turned to walk to her family when she saw Max.

Yes, his dad will definitely kill him.

“Nice race.” Cecilia said with a laugh before she slipped away to her family, her dad lifted her up in celebration, she was laughing her heart out, enjoying the moment. While Jos just stared down the family and his son, he walked up to her car inspecting it.

“They either got a sponsor or a whole lot of money.” Jos grunted a disappointed look on his face, Max was hopeful that seeing the car would make his dad not mad or disappointed in him. “But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have won.”

Shaking his head he left his son and walked away.

Cecilia, Max and Pierre were waiting for the podiums, standing together. Cecilia turned to Max and held out her hand.

“I’m Cecilia.” She had a smile on her face with her white teeth, antagonising Max unknowingly.

“Max..” Said and refused to shake her hand, Pierre rolled his eyes at Max’s antics and shook the girl’s hands so as not to leave her hanging. 

“It’s okay Cece that’s how Max is.” He told her in French, Cecilia shrugged and refused to look at Max for the rest of the day.

The years went on after that and the group of future F1 drivers ran into each other a lot. Nearly no month went by without them running into each other, finding out more about the other, whenever Charles, Max and Cecilia raced together the trio were always close on the track, one of them always won. Giving credit to Cecilia she always tried to be nice to Max, however as they went into their teens he always just ignored her or gave her one worded answers. His dad did not like her at all, he found out about her family and their connections, and he knew it beat his, even if he was an F1 driver at one point.

When Max won a race at 15 and Cecilia came in P2, she did what she always does.

“Congratulations Max, great race.” The female smiled at the now slightly taller male, at one point she was taller than most of the guys but it seemed like her growth slowed with time and theirs picked up pace. 

“Why do you always do that?” Cecilia was both surprised and confused, she had no idea what he was talking about. This is the first time he’s spoken more than two words to her in the past five years they’d raced together. Both of them had done well in their careers getting sponsored and moving up. 

“What do you mean?”

“You always congratulate me and wish me a good race, always happy even if you don’t win.” Max explained his brain can’t comprehend how she just always seemed so happy and content and wishing her rivals good races, he heard her and Charles sharing tips and ideas, helping each other out. It’s something that he found do foreign and unusual, it left him puzzled. 

“Why not? I love racing, being good is besides the point, yes I like it, I love when I win, but I would do it regardless of if I won or not.” The smile on her face fell a little, she too couldn’t understand why this wasn’t something that Max understood, her family valued fair play, they said if you rise then you should rise with the people around you and good competition always made you better, always kept you on your toes. “Besides, if you weren’t good then who would challenge me? I love challenges.”

“That’s stupid, you’re weird.” Max muttered under his breath, but Cecilia heard him loud and clear. All signs of her happiness went out the window, her smile fell off completely. Max was startled by the stark contrast, how her whole demeanour flipt in one second. Her shoulder hit his as she passed him, her arms crossed.

After that day and for the time they raced together, before he went into F1 and she got pregnant, Cecilia never smiled at Max again.

Did it bother him? Yes. she always smiled at all the other guys but never him. He was only 15 but he understood the moment she stopped trying to talk to him what he felt. He had a crush on Cecilia Hansson. The daughter of a swedish billionaire. The up and coming female driver, some people said that she’d soon have a position in F1, just give it a few years. He silently hoped that she did, he hoped she’d make it into F1. He loved racing against her.

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Siblings Q&A | The Donovan sisters (feat. John bcs he's a funny lil guy with things to say) | Tagged by @raresbaby

Note from OP: It can be used for any family member/friends who's close to your OC! / Questions from this post

1. Who looks the most like dad?

"Oh, I know that one!", Savannah grinned proudly, "Rin-Rin, looks just like her dad. Even got his hair."

2. Who looks the most like mom?

"This one here is mom's mini-me.", Sabrina nudged Savannah's shoulder before adding, "And with double the charm."

3. Who eats the most?

"I do?", Savannah nodded to herself, "Yes. You know, so I can grow up and be taller than John." John's gaze narrowed playfully, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, Savi."

4. Who has been on the weirdest situations?

"How weird do you mean?" "Definitely me.", Sabrina's mumbled quickly after her sister, "For obvious reasons." "Yes, Deputy. I can vouch for that." Savannah let out a laugh at John's remark, "He always says 'yes' so funny, doesn't he?"

5. Who sleeps the most?

"Rin-Rin loves to wake up early and I LOVE my beauty sleep.", Savannah framed her face with her hands, "Mom says it's very important."

6. Mom and dad's favorite?

"Sav, of course. How can she not be?"

7. Most stable romantic life?

8. Worst habit of each one?

"I can be quite restless." Savannah appeared deep in thought, "I have a sweet tooth? Does that count?"

9. Who's the most dramatic?

"Uncle Cal?", Savannah giggled. "They mean between us two, pumpkin." "Still uncle Cal. Or that blond boy that follows him around, remember how he freaked out about getting his shoes dirty?" A smile emerged on Sabrina's face at the memory, "Seb stole them from John. Said they were Prada." "They were, Deputy. Past tense, indeed.", John frowned, "And I haven't forgiven that Sinner for it."

10. Who had a weird phase?

11. Best cook of the family?

"Rin-Rin! For sure."

12. Best memory together?

"Crater Lake.", the sisters said in unison.

13. Worst memory together?

Sabrina shook her head, "No such thing when we're together. We make the best out of every situation."

14. Dream trip together

"Paris. Uncle Cal promised to teach me some French."

15. Would you rather not being able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

"Um... same clothes." "Same clothes.", Savannah repeated her sister's pick, "But can I choose which? I have a favorite outfit."

16. Who's the older one?

"Why, of course, Rin-Rin."

17. Describe each other in three words

"Joyful, funny, and creative." "Best sister ever?", Savannah beamed, "That's three words."

18. Role model?

"My father.", Sabrina replied without missing a beat. "Rin-Rin, mommy buut for some things, Uncle Les, Ollie, Max, Mary May...", Savannah bit back a grin at John's expression as she continued to list off names, "And John, of course. You promised to teach me how to fly, remember?"

19. Who usually has the worst ideas?

"That Deputy Hartley... since we're naming him.", John spoke up before either of them could.

20. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

"I got that one covered." "And we would set it free outside, right, Rin-Rin?" "You bet."

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @rhettsabbott @shellibisshe @wrathfulrook

@purplehairsecretlair @aceghosts @icecutioner @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather

@harmonyowl @imogenkol @trench-rot @cassietrn @voidika

@finding-comfort-in-rain @la-grosse-patate @direwombat @carlosoliveiraa @simonxriley

@simplegenius042 @g0dspeeed @thesingularityseries @theelderhazelnut @cloudofbutterflies92

@killyourrdarlingss @captastra @justasmolbard

@dumbassdep @jackiesarch @derelictheretic and anyone that would like to do the Q&A <3

[awmancreeper]

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Synopsis:

--⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭After a messy breakup, the stoic Y/n makes a vow that “not a single guy on earth” can ever win her heart again. She is proven right when a beautiful extraterrestrial being crash lands into her life, but for some reason, the being has an attitude. Now trying to continue with her life, Y/n and her friends figure out that the being is truly out of this world.

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“Why is it…. hot?” Jinsol whispered to you as the friend group stared at the grimacing alien. “You see, I don’t get that either,” you said back with a whisper.

Taehyun stood in front of the girls protectively while Beomgyu bounced around the extraterrestrial

“This is so cool!” Beomgyu exclaimed going to go touch Kai only for him to get slowly pushed back by his forehead “…awesome”

Taehyun's logistical mind raced wondering how was this even possible. Did Y/n bring in an abnormally tall man to dress up as an alien? If not how does it look humanoid? Could more extraterrestrials be walking around, and if so are they any of his friends? That’d sure explain Beomgyu’s existence….

Kai made eye contact with Taehyun, making Taehyun put his arm in front of the girls protectively. “Y/n why would you bring it into your house?” Taehyun asked in an almost scolding manner, “For the last time, I didn’t bring him in! He broke in”

“It didn’t take much”

Your eyes narrowed at Kai “Sorry I didn’t expect anyone to break in through my balcony 5 stories up!” Electricity flowed between them as it was obvious to your friends, that there was some unresolved tension between the two.

“Well… it’s nice to meet you, alien sir!” Tsuki exclaimed happily as Kai nodded “Please just call me Kai” he said with an almost gentle tone to the taller girl. Your face shot back at his change of demeanor towards your friends versus you.

“Are there more of you?” Taehyun asked cautiously “Here on Earth or…” “Yeah are they more here on Earth,” Kai thought about it “Probably, probably not, the Earth is a densely populated planet it’d be impossible for me to tell” Kai said almost arrogantly

Taehyun’s eyes narrowed obviously not trusting the alien “How do I know you’re not a random guy pretending to be an alien so you can break into my best friend’s sister’s house?”

Kai rolled his eyes “If I wanted an earth female for unseemly reasons, you think I’d choose a better specimen”

“Excuse me?! I’m attractive!” You barked back as Kai smirked “In an earthworm sense, yes”

You growled as Tsuki’s giggle broke through the dark cloud of tension “You guys are cute~” her usual high-pitched voice sang

“Tsuki?!”

“So like… are all your kind of aliens hot?” Bae asked blunted causing y/n to face palm.

“I wouldn’t consider myself as a higher temperature but to answer your question all males on my planet are identical”

“I’d love to be on that planet…” Bae whispered almost trying to hold it in but Taehyun smacked the back of her head.

“This is so cool! Like I thought Y/n was lying but holy shit she is harboring an alien!! Wait- she’s harboring an alien!! Y/n what are you gonna do-“ Beomgyu said shaking his sister by your shoulders “Shhh! That’s why I want to tell you guys”

“Oh wow thank you Y/n, I’m so glad to be a part of the group that’s gonna fuckin disappear when the government finds out you have a damn alien in your house-“ you covered his mouth as you crashed out

“Look I’m sorry but I didn’t know what to do, and I needed help, and i know you guys would do anything for me”

Everyone looked at you with sympathetic looks “I know only Taehyun is smart enough to help me” you said as Beomgyu and Bae looked at each other slightly offended.

“Fine… I’m in” Taehyun said after you buttered his biscuits to the max “Me too!” Tsuki said happily

“Fuck it if they erase my memories at least it’d be with y’all” Beomgyu added crossing his arms

“Cool, operation Hot Alien Hidden is a go!” Bae spoke as Kai shuttered his light pink skin turning into a pale tan.

“What the-“ you began but Kai interrupted rubbing his arms “Earth’s atmosphere is far colder than mine”

Taehyun took off his hoodie and handed it to Kai. Kai looked at the black fabric and backed up at him with gratitude “Yay friendship forming!” Tsuki said hugging Taehyun.

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Taglist: @miyawwn @cheriden @angelzforu @daisygyuu OPEN (ask or comment to be added)

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

[beaniebeensbaby201]

NETEYAM X HUMAN READER PT 2:

A/n: So all of you loved the first part here is the second part for you loviess.

Summary: Neteyam and y/n have strong feelings for each other, only for reader to be human and that they can't really be together because of being different species.

This is based after ATWOW so l there might be hints of spoilers here and there.

3rd p.o.v

It's been two weeks since Neteyam and y/n have seen or heard from each other. Y/n was in the lab with Norm.

"What have you been working on lately? You're always hiding something from me." Y/n points out.

"It's a surprise. Don't worry you'll be able to see it soon." Y/n gives him a quizzical look, but he doesn't move or say anything.

"Have you talked to Neteyam?" Y/n froze. She folds her hands together on the metal table.

"No. And I'm not planning on it until my heart stops beating the way it does for him." She admits, tossing her hands in her hair as she let's out a frustrated growl.

"You can't ignore these feelings y/n." Y/n scoffed, his warm hand resting softly against her bare shoulder.

Y/n wears the same clothes as every other Na'Vi. Only today she's been wearing human clothes.

"I can if it means that our hearts will heal. Eywa made a mistake. She made me feel things for him that I myself can not explain." Norm sighed.

"I was going to keep this as a surprise, it's almost finished.' He started, y/n quickly looks up at the taller man standing beside her.

'What?" She asks, tilting her head to the side to look up at him.

"Follow me." Y/n slowly gets up and walks with the scientist.

"It was actually Jake's and Netyiri's idea. They hated seeing their son in pain, along with you. I used some of Graces' blood samples from her avatar, and I started to create one with Max. Max and I were somehow able to create you as an avatar, the link is almost finished." Y/n had tears in her eyes.

"How long have you been working on this?" Her voice barely above a whisper, scared her voice would crack from the tears pouring out of her eyes.

"Five years. Neteyam doesn't know either, but your nineteenth birthday is coming up in a few days, and you've been even more sad lately." Y/n rubs her fingers against the glass that held her avatar.

Her y/h/c was different compared to the avatar, it was a darker brown, the same tsaheylu as the other Na'Vi as she has her eyes closed.

"When can I go in?' Y/n asked, excitement bubbling her chest.

"Tomorrow. We can start in the early morning. We know you don't have training, but Jake didn't either when he started and you already know how it goes. We just want you two to be happy." Y/n sobbed as she held on to Norm tightly.

"Thank you, Norm. A million times thank you, and Max!" Y/n shouted for the dark curly haired man.

His head popped out as she quickly ran towards him, giving him a tight squeeze.

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Y/n p.o.v

I woke up before dawn, I couldn't sleep as I was excited to wake up in my Avatar body. I knew the first person I had to find would be Jake and Neytiri. I knew the forest like the back of my hands, so Norm didn't have to come with me.

I quickly get out of bed and skipped to Norm on the balls of my feet.

Norm was already awake, as I stared him with a smile.

"I see you're ready." I quickly nod my head as I jump in the link.

"Just let your mind go blank." I nod my head, as Norm closed the door to the machine.

I closed my eyes. I woke up with lights in my eyes.

"Can you hear me, y/n?" I let out a small laugh, I raised my hands. They were blue!

"It worked!" I exclaimed.

"Can you wiggle your toes?" I nod my head, I wiggled my toes.

"Good, good." Norm said.

I sit up carefully as I plant my feet on the cold concrete floor.

"When am I able to see him?" I asked, as Norm was telling me to touch each fingers.

"Soon, we just have to finish this test." I nod my head, getting impatient.

I noticed that the door wasn't very far from where I was, I quickly get up.

"Damn it! Y/n, sit down!" I let out a laugh as I wasn't used to being so tall.

I gave Norm two thumbs up as I ran towards the door. My senses were heightened, my vision was better in my Avatar then it was in my human form.

Neteyam, I have to find him.

But first, I have to find Jake and Neytiri. I ran in the forest, I didn't dare to look back, but I knew that I would get scolded later.

I made it to the home tree, everyone looked at me strangely.

"Y/n?" I turned to my left and saw Kiri with Tuk.

"What happened to you?" I smiled.

"Cute butt, by the way." She added, as I was in a hospital gown.

"Hush. Norm has been creating an avatar for me. Where's your father?" Kiri points to Jake, who was polishing guns in the tent.

I quickly started to walk towards him.

"Do you think you have any spare clothes I could borrow?' I asked, I noticed Netyiri glance up as she gives me a beaming smile.

"Norm told you I see." Jake chuckled, as I was in a hospital gown.

"Yea, I got a little too excited. I literally ran out of the lab." Jake laughed.

"Come." Neytiri takes my hand in hers. She drags me over to a corner as she hands me an extra loincloth and a brallette that was made with feathers.

"Have you seen Neteyam?' Neytiri and Jake look at each other.

"I'm back!" Y/n's breath hitched, Neytiri places her hands on her shoulders.

"We caught som-' He paused dropping his hunting bow as Lo'ak started to complain.

"Bro, this animal is heavy. Can you move!" He struggled as Jake decided to get up from his position on the ground and help Lo'ak.

'Hi." Y/n was the first to break the silence.

"Can we have a moment alone, please?" I could hear the annoyance in his voice.

Everyone quickly left the tent as it was just Y/n and Neteyam.

"What the hell is this?' He pointed at me, as I was no longer in my human body.

"I just found out about this last night." Y/n continued to look down.

"Look at me." Neteyam spoke softly.

She complied.

"We could be together now, Neteyam." She smiled softly, Neteyam placed his hand on her cheek.

The two both had tears falling down their face.

"But then you'd have to transfer your human body into-" She nods her head.

"We could be mates. I was already training to be a Tsahik, I could be your Tsahik now Neteyam." Neteyam places his forehead against hers.

They could finally have their first kiss, they could finally have their happily ever after.

[heyboynotyouyou]

FNAF 2 Movie Speculations

Since it's been 3 weeks since the movie has been out and spoilers have been lifted, I'm going to talk about my idea of what could happen in the next movie; because it's quite obvious there will be a sequel because of the movie's massive success.

FNAF 2 Sequel?: The 2nd movie could be a sequel to the first. Let me explain: Since William the only owner of Freddy's and the only reason it hasn't been remade is dead that leaves other naive people to buy the place and use it. Whether it's a relative who has no idea of Freddy's and then got the location because of their name Afton or a person who isn't even related to William to begin with; this is because Vanessa is in a coma so it wouldn't go to her.

The Withereds?: I believe the Withereds will 100% come back and to explain why they are taller than before is that before the new place opened. The owner tried to remake them but because of old, worn down, damaged and outdated their servos and circuits are, they were forced to scrap it and use their parts for the toys; Freddy will still hate Mike of course because it wouldn't be fnaf without it.

The Toys: The toys will be a much bigger threat to Mike and Abby due to the fact that they are not possessed, so they will identify Mike either as an threat due to his past acts of violence towards people or their criminal system gets tampered by someone behind the scenes in debatable. This could mean more gruesome kills because I doubt the toys will have any sort of humanity in them, probably ripping part pieces of other people or the withereds.

Flashback scene?: I believe we will get more backstory on William and the place back in the 80s in the form of Flashbacks. How you may ask? By Vanessa, since she is in a coma this could bring in opportunities of seeing how William was like in the past. Also as a way to bring back Elizabeth Lail, they could do what they did to Mike and have her at some moments replace her kid version. Whether she wakes up to become Vanny because she can only remember William's good parts or his conditioning is all on the table.

New Characters?: If Vanessa does become absent to the main story of the movie, I would like to see some new characters, whether they may be important or not. First off on the list is Charlie, I could see her being an important character, replacing Vanessa in this movie. She could be a mechanic or technician for the newly established Fazbear Entertainment who works on the toys but feels a slight connection with the older models. She meets Mike maybe when he comes a night guard or day guard for the place? Yeah who knows I haven't thought that far ahead. Of course she wouldn't be a robot or a ghost possessing a body but let's be honest Scott might only put her as a reference.

Now for my second character I could see possibility happening is Gregory, since now we know that security breach characters are not off the table. Of course you would need to get rid of him having any interaction with security breach all together but keep him being a lost kid/orphan who breaks into the location but instead of the mall, it's the fnaf 2 location. Also adding him in can bring in another kid character for Abby to interact with. I know people hate him but what other kid characters can you think of that isn't dead?

Shadow Freddy may return and Max as well, maybe she becomes a babysitter to the missing children? Who knows, there really isn't a lot to speculate so I'll leave it off with that.

Oh yeah one more, Henry but not the same Henry no no; Henry Schmidt that's right what if Mike's dad is actually Henry. So far there's no solid proof that Mike's dad is Henry but there is some speculation that the technician in the tape could be him; even if they are different actors. But it is confirmed that he is still alive, he just left his family behind. If he does return, make him appear at the end and then make him a focus in the last and final sequel to the series. Another thing if he does return in the 3rd film, I hope Mike and Henry have a huge tension between them because of Henry leaving him and Abby and forcing Mike to step up as a father figure.

As for references: Toy Golden Freddy, Cassidy perhaps?, if Charlie isn't important maybe have her appear with a group of friends from the Silver Eyes, this would include Jessica, Carlton, and John and if Scott really want to go ham add in Marla, Jason and Lamarr. Also perhaps Dave? Not sure I'll let the community decide on what references there should be in the next film.

That's all I got for now, maybe I'll make a part 2 if if I ever get more ideas, tootles.

[systastic]

Hey, do you mind if we could get 2-3 level 3 simpsons alter packs?— /genq

It’s alright if not, but we’re in a bit of something right now.

this request came out of left field and hit us with a steel chair. (/lh) you bet you can. -❤️

sorry it took so long — we know nothing about the simpsons and had to deep-dive into the wiki! -🌲

name :: lisa, mary or marie, hazel, wendy, molly, astrid, cleo, margot

age :: 14 to 16

pronouns :: she/her, they/them

roles :: academic (all classes), posier, medicine taker, negotiator, assidumate

species :: human-adjacent

gender identity :: demigirl

orientation :: hard lesbian. boys disgust her

source :: the simpsons

aesthetic :: light academia

appearance description :: hazel is only a few inches shorter than her brother, but he still relentlessly teases her about it. despite her young age, wendy is often dressed up to look her best: a pearl necklace, clean dress, and heels (to make her taller). her hair is well-maintained if not a little frizzy by virtue of genetics. molly keeps her clothes clean, doing her laundry every week without fail and ironing out her shirts and pants to keep them tidy. it does little to stave off the crumbs astrid picks up from sitting down around the house… if only her father didn’t eat so many donuts.

personality description :: being the moral center of her entire family is exhausting, but somehow lisa manages to do it. she is strict on herself and her family, but for good reason — in her eyes, they are incompetent bumbling idiots who desperately need her help. (worse yet? she isn’t entirely wrong!) lisa is highly intelligent, extremely thoughtful with her responses and actions, and is a huge believer in both balance and karma. her voracious appetite for learning has earned her academic and musical accolades alike. being surrounded by idiots (her words, not mine!) can make margot feel isolated from other people in her circle since they don’t always share her tastes. despite that still, hazel sticks to what she knows is right and does her damndest to make the world a better place. and yes, they’ve tried to get their family to help too, but… well, that isn’t an easy task.

likes :: reading long and highly complex novels, daydreaming about her future, playing the saxophone, preparing herself for the real world, looking like an adult (clothes, makeup, and jewelry), malibu stacy dolls, ponies and horses, the itchy and scratchy show

dislikes :: her brother’s antics, being overlooked, not being taken seriously or being treated as “stupid”, people who claim to be superior to her, self-proclaimed intellectuals (they often aren’t very smart)

front triggers :: marching band practice, engaging in a battle of wits, dealing with stupid people, having to appear professional

signoff :: 📚, 🎷, or 🐴

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name :: bartholomew (bart), maxwell (max), quinn, rocky, cedric, nathan (nate)

age :: 15 to 17

pronouns :: he/him

roles :: hobbyist (skateboarding), sportsman, guzzler, coach

species :: human-adjacent

gender identity :: male.

orientation :: gay

source :: the simpsons

aesthetic :: punk, trashy raver, chaotic academia

appearance description :: nate is a rebel with a cause and he knows it! he opts for leather jackets and vests, pop art tees with either pictures or words slapped on front, occasional sunglasses, and jorts. yes, jorts. nobody has stopped him from it before, so why would they stop him now? cedric opts to take his shirt off when he can, like for sporting events, swimming, and costumes among other things. he pretty much always has pants with pockets to stuff his hands into (it gives him that extra cool factor). when not trying to dress up, quinn opts for the good old fashioned t-shirt and shorts combo. oh, and he always wears sneakers. always.

personality description :: to anyone else, nate seems like a normal teenager: a troublemaking little shit who causes mischief and chaos wherever he goes regardless who it’ll end up affecting. in truth, his actions come from a sore lack of attention, prompting him to act out as a way of gaining people’s attention. this has morphed into a practical joker attitude; max plays pranks on people he likes to show that he cares, and pulls mean-spirited ones on those he doesn’t like. while he can be impulsive and selfish at times, bart does give a shit about his family. he tries to help them and offer his support in the only way he knows: pranks and checking up on them, making sure they’re okay and that his wisecracks didn’t leave them worse for wear.

likes :: pulling pranks, reading comic books, playing video games, playing the drums, goofing off, using his slingshot or yo-yo, skateboarding, ned flanders, his sister (she is pretty darn useful and he appreciates someone smart being on his side), and watching tv, particularly the krusty the clown show

dislikes :: girls (cooties…), doctor’s appointments, goody-two-shoes, his sister, having to take any sort of responsibility, watching his dad eat (how does he do it? does he have a black hole in his stomach?), having to take care of / be responsible for his sisters, and his younger sister lisa (he thinks she’s way too smart for her age and a know-it-all, but does like her as a member of his family)

front triggers :: things pertaining to skateboarding, rock n roll songs, childish cartoons, superhero movies

signoff :: 🛹, 🏹, or 🩳

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name :: marge, minerva*, esther, diana*, lisa anne, joanne, roslyn, theresa

age :: 36 to 38

pronouns :: she/her

roles :: chef, transportation helper, steward, assidumate

species :: human-adjacent

gender identity :: female. doesn’t really understand all this gender stuff that well.

orientation :: heterosexual

source :: the simpsons

aesthetic :: high cleancore, 50s suburbia

appearance description :: being an older woman requires a certain manner of dress to seem appropriate. marge is a master in this ancient art of motherhood; she has one outfit that she really likes, owning multiple of the same dress in case the one she’s wearing gets dirty. thanks to diana’s past careers, her closet is also chock-full of past uniforms: her mayoral suit, flight attendant uniform, and police officer uniform among others. she keeps her hair up out of her face so that it doesn’t get in the way during her day to day life. similar to her daughter, lisa anne wears a string of pearls around her neck. these are more for comfort than anything. what’s a woman to do without some sort of accessory?

personality description :: generally quite kind and sweet to people, esther almost never swears, though she has come very, very close. she is fiercely protective of her family and can be a bit of a mama bear when provoked. occasionally has fits of explosive anger when being pushed too far — but this always falls apart and prompts plenty of apologies to the people involved. anything that is out of her definition of a normal life is revered as something special, and she takes joy in the moments where she can indulge in new things and experiences. marge often seems to be quite tired and overworked - and she is, what with having to take care of her hapless husband, mischievous son, and intellectual daughter all at the same time.

likes :: cooking, cleaning, taking care of her children, her family, going to church, being able to use her French, being active and able-bodied, new experiences, her home life, baking for school affairs or birthdays, and being able to test out new dishes with her family.

dislikes :: the homeowners association, nosy neighbors, her husband coming home late from the factory, filth and grime in her kitchen, losing her baby, bart’s incessant need to be moving and active at all times, losing control over her house / being uprooted as matriarch, and her husband’s inherent laziness.

front triggers :: dirty dishes, childcare, weaponized incompetence both at home and in the workforce

signoff :: 🍳, ⛪️, or 🏠

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ONE　MORE　HIT,　　♫　　AND　THEN　I'M　OUT!

[     timothee chalamet ,  cis  man,  he/him   ]     ⸻     have you seen MAX GOODLOE?　yes,　the TWENTY - TWO year old SENIOR that’s usually wandering around campus? they’re currently focused on PUBLIC AFFAIRS,　so we’re sure they’ve been super busy with studying.　according to rumors, they were michael’s FAMILY FRIEND and he knew they PAWN HIS PARENT'S VALUABLES TO FUEL HIS GAMBLING ADDICTION.　does it make sense considering they’re known for being THEATRICAL as well as MACHIAVELLIAN?　either way,　the phantom is threatening to bring scary things to light,　but let’s hope whatever they’re hiding stays in the dark.  [  maria,  21,  she/her,  mst,  body horror ]

rly quick stats

introducing maxwell vernon goodloe

known as. max

dob. 9 december 2002

zodiac big three. sagittarius sun, libra moon, gemini rising

sexuality. bisexual

extracurriculars. not me forgetting what i put him down as ... i think editor for the phoenix news and the debate team

inspirations. mainly just saul goodman (i'm sorry) but consider any other antihero with charm and a whimsical but sinsiter nature to be an inspiration too

biography

raised in nevada near the las vegas strip! by his mama. she moved there in her 20s in search of fame n' fortune but she eventually just got stuck at the stripping job she initially took to help jumpstart her career. when she had max, she had to take other measures so she had the $$$ to raise him. even if it meant pulling him into scams she'd pull on tourists and forcing him to tag along on her rounds as an avon rep because 'it sells better when you flash 'em your big puppy dog eyes, maxie'. things like that stick with max as he grows older, starts perusing the strip with his friends for victims of his own. all to make a quick buck.

one day, she just so happened to pick the wrong tourist to try n' scam and nearly ended up in something resembling a fistfight (resembling because the guy was a head taller than her and she wouldn't have lasted a second) when a good samaritan butts in and defends her!!! scares the big lug away. the moment his mama learns that said good samaritan was a politician from los angeles (ie. $$$$$$$), she's laying the charm on thick. he's older (ie. balding), mild-mannered, in need of a good ego stroke so it's not long before they're getting hitched and max is on a one-way flight to los angeles! he's just 14 then.

max doesn't like it at first. doesn't like how stuffy and snobby everyone seems. hates his moms weird new husband too. but he wins max over in time, and they grow to have a genuinely wholesome relationship! so much so that max decides he'd like to be a politician, just like him. he's surely got the charisma for it, says his now father. but he never did grow out of his knack for causing trouble and pullin' a fast one on just about anybody, courtesy of his mom, so there's a real moral struggle there. but all politicians are a little slimy, right? what does it matter if he cut corners if it meant the greater good coming to fruition? ends justify the means, always always always.

golden state is a no brainer. his father went there and his father before him. and now max was one of them! so he'd go too. he didn't even think he'd go to college, so it's all a little foreign to him and he does just about anything to pass. and i do mean anything. he evens joins a few clubs! look at him go!

of course, it's not without a few problems. a couple months after his 21st, him n' his buddies went to a casino just to say they have. max ended up pocketing 8k and has been chasing that high ever since. it's escalated in the past couple of months, what with law school coming up for him shortly. he's started stealing his parent's valuables to have money to gamble with. turns out he's still just that kid on the strip lookin' to make a quick buck.

personality

very theatrical! the son of a politician and a retired scammer, so he is ever the showman and the smooth talker. he knows it too, so he can be up his own ass but his devil-may-care attitude and general amiableness means he is a guaranteed good time.

if chaotic neutral was a person. strikingly dishonest and flaky. but again!!! the ends justify the means for max. and the ends is always the best outcome for his loved ones.

SO tacky, especially as it relates to his appearance!! mismatched prints and loud colors and the whole nine yards. the rate at which he buys new clothes, it's like you can just tell having so much money is a very new prospect to him. not that he wears hella name brands but it's just very lee in bones and all coded. the little brown western shirt, the floral shirt and the grandma cardigan!! yeah!! he doesn't let it go to waste either, if it doesn't fit he's just take scissors to it and wear it anyways. takes great care to look the way he does (ie. just slightly disheveled at all times). in a permanent state of looking for the next reflective surface to check how his hair's sitting.

catchphrase is "i hardly know her"

runs on one redbull and a cigarette and that's it

also, don't think i mentioned it so i thought i'd tack it here at the end, but i figured michael kepler's parents and max's would run in the same social circles and whatnot

[sezja]

Oc questions? For when you want them.

I’m asking because I care. Sorry too many questions maybe.

Is Sanaii around which height? Short or tall for her race?

What about Nerise and Marty?

Fenumin ever changes hairstyle?

Favorite fact about Erna?

Why did Sanaii Viera dad left his community?

Can Sanaii and Nerise swim?

If Sanaii and Nerise and Marty met how would they react and what would they think of the other?

Is Sanaii expressive with tail and ears?

Does Nerise makes peace with loosing everything she knew? What about dragon company with his different ways of perceiving time?

Marty and Tsihm have any other goals in life or plan on setting down where they are doing what they are doing?

Tsihm ever wishes she had formal teaching as botanist?

Marty ever regrets his crimes? Or thinks about them? Not in a way that would judge those he left behind, just his own actions and why they are considered wrong.

Tsihm ever talks to her family and friends again?

Any chance either would ever return to the Shroud?

Nerise opinions about Francel when she met him and later during Firmament? To make you struggle dragon company opinions?

Nerise explained the fact she had a dragon around for Haurchefant how?

Do you have any White Mage? Play healer?

Sanaii, Nerise and Marty deepest regrets?

I tried choosing the most recent ocs I remembered even if Sanaii is being ffxiv rebuilt.

Hopefully this is okay <3

<3 <3 <3

OC heights: Sanaii's sort of middling! Around the 55 marker on the height slider, I think. And while she's still young, I don't expect she'll get much taller, though she kind of hopes she will. Nerise and Marty are both max height. (Most of my OCs are max height, in fact.)

Fenumin's hairstyle: The only person who sees Fenumin with his hair down is his fuckbuddy, Mi'Enasalin. Other than that, he always wears it pulled into a bun, no exceptions.

Favorite Erna Fact: She's a surprisingly good cook! This really shouldn't be a surprise, with her father being a culinarian, but she's such a scatterbrain that most people are startled anyway. She's very good at making decent meals out of limited ingredients, and she keeps her party well-fed. (Silent Fox jokes that it's the only reason she keeps Erna around.)

Why Zephyr left: Lots of reasons, really, but it kind of boils down to just not wanting to be alone. Zephyr didn't like the isolation male viera were expected to endure - he did want a family, and didn't like the idea of rarely seeing them. He also wanted to see the world, to be a part of the world, rather than letting it slip past him. He's never regretted leaving.

Can the girls swim: Nerise actually had to learn to swim after her jump through time. She never had much cause to learn before, and only knew enough to keep herself afloat. She learns in La Noscea - she refuses to face Leviathan without knowing how to swim if she falls in the water! Swimming is one of the many skills Sanaii learns from her fathers; she's not sure if she knew how before her memory loss.

If they met: Marty would be great with both of them - much like his brother, Marty's very chill and laid-back. Nerise is a little less good with people, but as long as they're not rude to her right out of the gate, she's likely to be friendly enough, though I feel like she'd be absolutely baffled by Sanaii running around on her own - Nerise was getting into trouble at a young age, too, but she had a wyvern to watch her back! And Sanaii would... mostly be startled by the presence of Sohl Amh, honestly.

Is Sanaii expressive: Yes. She's more expressive with her ears and tail than she is with her face, most of the time.

Do Nerise and Sohl Amh make peace with their losses: Sort of. Nerise handles it by trying not to think about it, and trying not to blame herself for what happened to Ratatoskr - Ratatoskr died some hundred years or so after Nerise was pulled from her own time, after all; there's likely nothing she could have done, but the lingering "What If I could have changed things" stays with her. That and wishing she'd been brave enough to confess her feelings to Milla, and wondering what ever became of her in the end. Sohl Amh finds themself in the very strange position of being both older and younger than many dragons alive now. Even given that their own sense of time is far longer than Nerise's, the changes in the world are jarring. These are changes that should have only come to pass after a lengthy rest - but instead it feels as though they simply blinked and the world abruptly altered itself behind their eyelids.

Marty and Tsimh's plans: Neither of them had any particularly grand plans in mind before Marty's exile to La Noscea, and they haven't developed any since; they're content to settle down as farmers. They do get married once they're settled in, and start discussing the possibility of having or adopting kids.

Tsimh and botany: She does kind of wish she'd been properly trained as a botanist! It's not a deep regret, but it's there. She's happy enough to be taught by the other farmers in the area now, though. She feels like she's learning a lot.

Marty's regrets: Not really! He regrets not telling Tsimh, and on some level he regrets taking risks with the elementals and the like - but no, he doesn't really regret the life he lived, or the crimes he committed to live it. He understands why poaching is a crime, and he understands the dangers inherent in poaching in the Shroud, but it kept him alive and fed for most of his life.

Tsimh's friends and family: She writes letters to her family and friends... though her parents strongly disapprove of her relationship with Marty, and frequently beg her to come back home in their letters. When she tells them she's married him, they stop writing back to her for several moons.

Do they ever return to the Shroud: Not for a long time - Marty never does, content to meet his Redbelly friends in La Noscea, but Tsimh does eventually make short trips back home. She always comes back frustrated with her family. She's fairly sure they'd keep her in the Shroud by force if they could.

Nerise and Francel: Like most of the Ishgardians she meets, she's not impressed by Francel at first. She's in a very strange position, being what Ishgard considers a heretic herself, attempting to defend him against accusations of heresy - but defend him she does, to the best of her ability, with her limited understanding of how modern-day Ishgard works. On the advice of Alphinaud, Sohl Amh wisely stays well away from the proceedings in Coerthas, only turning up to aid Nerise in the fight against the false Inquisitor and his wyvern, departing before blades can be turned on them, instead.

She's far warmer toward Francel later, of course - and he remembers and thanks Sohl Amh for their contributions to saving his life, as well.

Nerise and Haurchefant: As mentioned above, Sohl Amh stays away during most of the Coerthas arc. Haurchefant learns about Sohl Amh after the trial, when Nerise explains to him exactly why a dragon swooped in to their rescue - but she claims they're not from Dravania, and thus not part of Nidhogg's horde. This is the same story used to later explain how Sohl Amh comes to be admitted into Ishgard, though they wisely stay out of sight there as much as possible; not everyone believes the tale, and no one is pleased to have a dragon sheltering within Ishgard's walls, companion to the Champion of Eorzea or no.

Healers: Yep! Silent Fox (SCH), Halan Soilanteaux (WHM), Stephan Fletcher (WHM), Dirthamen Renan (AST), and Faine Thievenaix (WHM) are all healer mains.

Regrets: Sanaii: Not sure yet. She regrets losing her memory, but that isn't really her fault. Nerise: Not telling Milla how she felt before Hydaelyn yanked her through time. Marty: Not telling Tsimh the truth about his poaching sooner; not trusting that she wouldn't leave him for it.

[the-flaneur]

act like an angel, and dress like crazy (cl16)

pairing: charles leclerc x piastri!reader [ff + smau]

summary: despite your image of innocence, charles secretly finds out that oscar's little sister quite the party animal when drunk

warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk confessions AND 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. drunk sex with dubious consent (reader is drunk, but does consent to sleeping with charles), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it)

wc: 1903

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yourusername as a wise woman once said: vodka's not the answer, but it's worth it to take a shot 🥃💋

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friend1 AHHHHH GIRLIEEEE COME TO VIP NOW 🤩

friend2 ALSO BRING YOUR BROTHER'S FRIENDS yourusername when will u guys stop asking me to hook you up with them friend1 never, they're our besties and they love us anyways 😘

user1 WHEN DOES Y/N NOT LOOK GORGEOUS

user2 ISTG even when drunk and sweaty as hell, she's glowing user3 she and her friends are stunning, im surprised some of the other f1 drivers havent tried getting with them

user4 she's only pre-gaming, but she looks drunk af 👀

user5 god forbid a girl drinks alcohol 😐

oscarpiastri please don't come home shit-faced

y/n.piastri baby bro dont worry - besides lando's here watching us over like a hawk. i suppose you had something to do with that 😔 user6 lol oscar being the older brother, but y/n loves teasing him cause she's taller user7 as she should, sisters are there to humble their brothers

charles_leclerc looking gorgeous mon cherie

user8 damnnn ig charles tryna rizz up baby piastri tonight user9 bro this is literally like a running joke in f1 - she doesn't really interact with him and he's never seen her in person before... friend3 it's ok, he's gonna keep trying until he can... although he has never met drunk y/n yet either sooo....

user10 ngl charles and y/n would be an absolute power couple

landonorris yo y/n hurry up to vip pls, your friends are strangling me rn 💀

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f1gossipofficial it seems that some of our f1 boys are out partying during the summer break in monaco tonight 👀

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user11 ughhhh they all look amazing as always 😏

user12 why is lando always the dj 🤣

user13 i lowkey see y/n piastri in the back of max's photo

you and charles had not interacted often in the paddock. oscar had only been in f1 for two seasons, and had struck up a somewhat unfortunate “rivalry” with carlos, meaning you never had any reason to go over to ferrari. 

but it would be a mistake to say you had no interest in the handsome monegasque. 

you had been caught an unfortunate number of times by both your brother and lando starring a little too long at the screens in the mclaren garage, or your extra attention in crafting a reply in charles’ handsome instagram selfies. 

however, charles had seldom reacted to anything you were doing, whether it was a cute instagram story showcasing a day out with friends or a tweet about oscar and his races. so you didn’t think the driver had any interest in you

at the club however…

charles was leaning against the plush couch of the monaco club, sipping on his g&t which max had drunkenly handed to him at the beginning of the night. pierre had already wandered off onto the dancefloor with his girlfriend, whilst joris was already shit-faced and snoring besides him.

a couple of regular club patrons had attempted to throw their attention at him, but his eyes strayed from them and wandered over to you. 

it was typical of him to see you in floral skirts and ribbons in your hair, prancing your way down the paddock chatting to oscar and his girlfriend. definitely not in the shortest glittering dress, with a scandalous slit pulled high enough to reveal your tasteful lack of panties to anyone who looked too long. and charles had done just that, along with many others. 

among the raucous crowd and dancing with your friends, charles had spotted at least ten men and eight women whose gaze had lingered on your thighs for too long - but you hadn’t noticed. your boisterous laughter hinted at your reckless inhibitions, as you grinded and stumbled your way through the club.

it was almost second nature for you to notice charles’ gaze on you, and so you danced your way over to the man, who now was looking a little more keenly at your approach figure. 

"careful there, sweetheart," charles said with a sly grin, as you slid onto the couch beside him, "you're really letting loose tonight."

“hi charlie,” you smirked, face flushed, “i can handle my booze you know, i'm not some delicate flower, you know."

charles chuckled at your words, wiping a small drop of your drink from the corner of your mouth. he leant in close, his voice low and conspiratorial.

"i never said you were, but maybe you should slow down a bit. don't want you making a fool of yourself...or worse, getting into trouble", he said, taking a sip of his own shot before setting it down. 

"oh, come on charlie," you slurred, reaching out to rest a hand on his thigh. "live a little. let's have some real fun tonight..."

your fingers trail higher, eagerly brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. sober you would have never approached charles in such a state, but drunk you had the confidence and attitude of a bad bitch. charles’ breath had grown more ragged at your delicate touch, and his body responded instinctively to your boldness.

you pulled him up from the couch, before quickly dragging him into the centre of attention on the dance floor. 

turning to face him, you grabbed his hands to guide them to your shoulders. the moment his palms made contact with your warm skin, a spark ignited between you both. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "looks like someone's feeling the celebratory vibe tonight…”

without waiting for a response, he began to move his hips in time with the rhythm, his body undulating against yours in a slow, deliberate grind. one hand slid down to rest on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him as he continued to sway to the music.

"mmm, you're quite the dancer, aren't you?" you teased, your voice low and playful in his ear. the dim lights of the club and the pounding bass added to the electric atmosphere, as you could feel his bulge against your thigh. the pounding in your head from the alcohol had subsided slightly, but you felt like you were on cloud 9 as charles’ hands moved to grope your boobs

your movements together were fluid, sensual even, as you grinded against him and his hands moved over the swell of your ass, before dipping beneath the metallic fabric.

“mon dieu, you are incredible,” he grinned, spinning you around so that your back was against his chest, “i think you should come home with me tonight,”

“i think so too. take me home leclerc,” you mumbled. charles’ lips curled into a predatory smile as he scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest. wrapping your legs around his waist, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as charles carried you towards the exit.

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f1gossipofficial apparently charles leclerc has been spotted leaving the monaco bar at 2am with a mystery brunette - who could this be?

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user14 GUYS IM FREAKING OUT RNNNNN SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 😩

user15 OK LITERALLY SAME, BECAUSE YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT'S NOT Y/N user16 im literally trying to argue with my friend rn, cause that is most definitely y/n, like the hair, the fit + her post from earlier

user17 charles finally bagging a baddie, only took him like two years

user18 fr fr but like y/n has been obsessed with him too 😍 user19 charles' probs just like silently simped for her from the side

user20 i wonder what oscar thinks of charles and his sister, seeing that he isn't at the club with her tonight

user21 not like it's his decision anyways, but im sure he's fine with it user22 im sure he's happy it's charles and not some random stranger lol

user23 lowkey i wanna see them get together, y/n is basically a wag anyways

user24 reallllll, we would finally get y/n wag content user25 she and oscar's girlfriend would finallly get to go to the wag dates together, istg y/n was missing out on all the gossip 😔

when you finally reached charles' apartment, he practically kicked open the door, desperate to get the two of you inside. he carried you straight to the bedroom, tossing you onto his bed and crawling over with a wicked gleam in his eye.

as your back hits the plush comforter of his bed, charles climbs between your thighs, dark eyes sparkling with desire as he admires your body. with a playful smirk, you lean in, your lips brushing tantalisingly against charles' in a teasing kiss. you nibbled gently at the corner of his mouth before delving deeper, tongues dancing sensually in an erotic tango.

as you made out passionately, your nimble fingers roamed over charles' chest, tracing the contours of his muscles through his shirt. you revel in the warmth of his body above your own, feeling his heart race in sync.

"now then, little minx," he purred, pulling up your dress to expose your naked body, "let's see just how much of a party animal you really are,"

his mouth descended upon your chest, teeth grazing the swell of your breasts. you writhe beneath him, your own hands fisting in his curly hair, urging him to go harder, faster.

"fuck, charlie..." you whimpered, grinding your hips against his clothed thigh, the rigid length of his cock straining against the zipper, "i need you so bad...please..."

charles growls, drinking in the sight of you, so desperate for him, just for him. and he plans to make you beg for him even more. without warning, he plunges two digits deep into your core, pumping them in and out as he captures your mouth in a searing kiss. you cry out against his lips, your hips bucking wildly against his hand.

"that's it, baby," charles coaxes, breaking the kiss to nip at your earlobe, "take it. fuck, you're so tight and wet for me already..."

your moans escalate as charles works your pussy with relentless intensity, his fingers curling to stroke that sweet spot inside your pussy. you’re lost to the pleasure, your mind hazy with lust and the effects of the alcohol still coursing through you. "yes, yes, oh god!" you chant, your nails raking down charles' back as you pull him closer, "more, please...i need more!"

in a sudden burst of strength, you flip charles over, pinning him beneath you, reaching for the button of his trousers. with shaky hands, you free his straining erection, wrapping your fingers around the thick shaft and giving it a few experimental strokes.

"mmm, so big," you giggle, leaning down to lick a bead of precum from the tip, "i think it’s gonna feel so good inside me..." your words send shivers down charles’ spine, igniting a fire deep within him. he leans in closer, your faces mere inches apart now. his eyes stare into your own, and you blush at the heat radiating off of him, smelling the intoxicating scent of your cologne mingled with the musk of your shared arousal.

charles lets out a guttural groan as your hot tongue laps at his cockhead, your words sending a jolt of pure need through him. he grips your hips, guiding you to position yourself above his cock.

"do it, baby," he urges, his voice strained with anticipation, "ride me hard. make those pretty tits bounce while you sink down on my dick."

you comply, sinking inch by delicious inch onto his throbbing length, while charles thrusts up to meet you, filling you completely. "fucking hell, you feel incredible," charles gasps, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your ass and kneading your breasts, “i’ve wanted you.. i’ve wanted this for so long”

“god, charles...you have no idea how badly i want that too. how many nights i've spent imagining your touch, your kiss...your cock buried deep inside me,” you whisper breathlessly, pawing desperate hands against his chest.

charles moans at your words, moving his hand down to press against your clit, as you grind against him, pushing you further down onto his dick. at this point, both of you are too far gone to hear the simultaneously ringing of your phones from the bedside tables (oops), as charles now grips his fingers into your hips, undoubtedly leaving marks there for future you to discover. 

arching your back, you dig your nails into charles’ shoulders, desperate for him to fuck you into oblivion. you’re sobering up from the alcohol, but still drunk off the feeling of charles’ cock, thick and veiny pounding into you. you can’t believe you finally have the man of your dreams beneath you, fucking the very soul out of you, and you clench again as he pulls you into a passionate kiss, groaning as you feel his tongue against yours.

the force of his upwards thrust eventually grows aggressive, sending you hurtling over the edge, as your orgasm crashes through you. you scream his name, voice raw with ecstasy as you convulse around charles’ length.

“charles! oh god yes, right there!” you scream, milking his cock as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

the sensation of your pussy clamping down on charles, rippling with your climax, pushes him over the brink. with a groan, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and erupts, his cock pulsing as he paints your insides with thick ropes of cum.

“fuck, baby! take it all!” he grunts, your body shuddering as he fills you to the brim.

“so good...so perfect…” you collapse onto him, his dick still buried deep in you. your chests heave against each other as you catch your breath in the aftermath of the passionate encounter.

charles lets out a satisfied smirk watching your naked breasts jiggle in the moonlight, “you know darling, i never would have guessed that behind this cute innocent facade lies such a wild party animal!” he chuckles softly, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your bare arm.

“the way you were grinding on the dance floor tonight...and those shots you did? i don't think i've ever seen you let loose like that before!” you grin mischievously, your eyes eyes twinkling with amusement.

“perhaps there’s still a lot for you to learn leclerc,” you sigh, your arm flopping against his muscled chest.

“give me the chance to learn on a date tomorrow morning?” 

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f1gossipofficial update: charles leclerc seen this morning having breakfast with the same brunette as last night - could we see a new wag in the paddock soon?

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user25 OK GUYS MOTHER AND FATHER ARE OFFICIALLY TOGETHER ATP AND DONT CALL ME DELUSIONAL 🤩🤩🤩

user26 finally everyone will stop hounding charles to get a girlfriend 🤣

user27 i'm actually so happy for the two of them, i can't wait to see all their pics 🥰

user28 GUYS IT'S Y/N AND CHARLES TOGETHER, WE ARE MANIFESTING HER AT THE NEXT GP AS A WAG 🥳

user29 THEY DEFENTLY F*CKED AFTER LAST NIGHT LIKE BRUHHH DID U NOT SEE THEIR HANDS IN THE PAP PHOTOS

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y/n.piastri i wonder who... jk jk thanks charlie for being the best boyfriend there is 💋😘

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charles_leclerc i love you too mon amour... although i do require so payment for last night 🤪

user30 god charles is back on SIMP MODE user31 as an og delusional y/ncharles stan, i have never felt more vindicated to know that i shipped them together 😏 user32 now i wanna see, is y/n gonna wear ferrari red religiously, considering she hates the colour of papaya orange???

oscarpiastri it was nice to find out about this at 5am... at least it was before everyone else 🤔 and i always knew it would be charles :)

user33 oscar on his big bro duties 😄 user34 but he's so cute for shipping them ngl ahhahaha user35 he's probably thankful that isn't going to be third wheeling his girlfriend and his sister anymore y/n.piastri thanks oscie <3, i love you too big bro ❤️ charles_leclerc thank you for not threatening to kill me oscar user36 does this mean y/n's dating her brother's adopted dad?

user37 it's been only one day, but i would kill everyone if anything happened to them

user38 it's basically been two years in the making atp....

landonorris HA I ALWAYS KNEW IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN - BUT YOU ALSO LEFT ME ALONE WITH YOUR FRIENDS Y/N

user39 lando's somehow third wheeling every single f1 relationship 😐 user40 somehow he's the only one not in a relationship right now, despite the amount of girls he could pull y/n.piastri sorry not sorry ;)

carlossainz55 does this mean there is a piastri-sainz truce now?

y/n.piastri i will consider it 😃 user41 istg if we see y/n messing with carlos in the ferrari garage user42 I WILL SELL A KIDNEY FOR A Y/N PRANK ON THE FERRARI BOYS 😼

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Sae-Vanilla

I didn't know that you could check your stats in the menu.

It also took me till my second playthrough to find out that you could check your stats in the bathroom.

I forgot to mention this in the last part. The store that sells electronics in Royal is all shuttered up in Vanilla.

Akechi really likes Leblanc. Why is he always here? Three times so far.

Unvoiced conversation.

Mishima 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️. He did not just ask her if she does porn online. 🙄. He is so lucky he didn't get slapped. You don't ask anybody that.

Also, what's kek?

She can't remember his name and that burn was sick🤣🤣. He so deserves it.

Then he's trying to ask her out. 🤨. Just give it up man.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different questions and answers.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different questions and answers.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different questions and answers.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Isn't it illegal to interrogate anybody under 18 without a parent, guardian or lawyer present?

Slightly different question.

So they added the "I have his number" thing in Royal. Makes sense Ren wouldn't have his number in Vanilla.

It's funny in Royal. I always thought it would make more sense for me to contact him, than Makoto. But in Vanilla, you're not that close.

"Yep, dead as a doornail". 🤣🤣 I love that option.

Eww, Mishima.🤢

Different question.

They changed the 24th to a Maruki question.

I didn't know non-students could go to the festival.

The "Honey, I'm Home" scene.😍😘🥰

Oh, now you get burgers.

I like the school festival scene in the anime better.

That octopus is cute.

There's 7/8 people (depending on if you include Morgana or not). What do they all get one piece of Takoyaki?

Akechi has no manners. At least in the anime, he asks if he can have one.

Poor Akechi. (Not joking)

I love how Ann's concerned about him.

I think they need a taller mic.

It's sad that Akechi sees himself as a big, bad, evil guy. (Not joking).

Akechi just blackmailed me and my team. I feel a bond of trust coming from him. 🤨🤣🤣 I'm sorry? How is blackmail a bond of trust?

Meaningful time? What does Akechi do in his life that makes blackmail "meaningful time"? Is he really that lonely? 😢 (not joking) Poor baby.

You don't lose Yusuke in Vanilla.

Unvoiced conversation.

I didn't know the calling cards were that big.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

He bobs his head like a chicken.

Morgana's ears move.

Why does Makoto delay entering the palace? It's never explained.

You get 4 abilities when you reach R.6.

In Royal, you get 2 when you reach 3rd sem, if you've maxed him.

Why do his glasses disappear then reappear?

You can hear Yusuke's keys. 

I like how in the anime, they jump over a hedge in the middle of the street. Although, I don't know how Futaba cleared it, given she's like 5 foot max.

Unvoiced conversation.

He's going to steal hearts.😍🥰

How dumb does Ryuji think Akechi is?

I can't tell if Akechi is genuinely excited about calling cards, or he's faking it. I think he's being a cute dork 😘🥰😍. Either way, Makoto has no right to be a bitch.

They added all the smashies near the door.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Added 2 smashies and 3 enemies.

Different item in chest.

Unvoiced conversation.

I like this scene in the anime. 😍😍

I know this isn't a true awakening but 🥵🥵. I think they made it slightly longer in Royal.

Akechi's icon colour is gray in Vanilla and tan/beige in Royal.

I wouldn't be surprised if Akechi staked out Leblanc every day even if Ren let him know when they were going in.

If I didn't know he murdered people. I'd say he's just a weird stalker who has some kind of obsession with you. Sure, he's sketchy, but that's it. 🤷‍♀️

Unvoiced conversation.

You can back out when people text you while you're eating? I don't think I can do that in Royal. It seems like Sojiro's response to you checking your phone is based on your rank with him.

Once I finished the Big Bang Burger Challenge I never went back.

Different question.

I love that if you haven't met at the hideout by 11-2. Morgana forces you.🤣🤣

It doesn't gray out what books you've read.

Ren is going to keel over from all those burgers.

"I'm hungry now". You could've had some of the burger, Morgana. Then again, I don't want to kill my cat.

Akechi your insaneness is showing.

I could hear the chest on the other side of the wall.

He just kicks the door down. 🥵🥵😘🥰😍

I use the dancing costumes, so he has tennis shoes, instead of elf boots.

Unvoiced conversation.

Conversation about the door leading to the front was added.

You could get actual items out of smashies?

Vallykrie had no weakness?

The win sound is different.

There's noises?

When has Akechi been to a casino?

Different layout.

"I've totally got girl power". 🤣🤣 What? I want that voiced.

Different layout.

I love how Akechi's so blaise about shadows.

I love how he almost gets buried in coins.

"No way in hell". Throwing Ryuji's ass under the bus. 🤣🤣

"Ryuji! Go piss off the police"! 🤣🤣 Well, if anybody's going to be able to do it. It would be him. Tell me they kept that in the anime and manga. (It will probably take another volume or 2 to get to this point).

How long did they have to wait for the trial to be over?

"Dimmed significantly". 🤨🤨 If Ren didn't have Third Eye. Morgana would have to guide us.

Poor Ren's got to have one hell of a headache after the House Of Darkness.

"Don't resist". It's a Treasure Demon. What's it going to do? Slap you with its wavy plasma hands? Attack you? With what attacks?

I don't remember the bunny girls in the House Of Darkness.

I only had team members taken hostage 2-3 times.

"The playing field is even. It's weak to electricity". 🤨🤨 Ah, Makoto I passed to Akechi, not Ryuji. Short of using an item, Akechi has no electric skills. Good thing Rangda is weak to Bless too.

Different layout.

What the fuck? I just got out of the house of darkness. I don't want to explore anymore. Just let me beat the shadow, so I can get my coins.

They didn't move the safe room up? If you're going to put more obstacles in my way. At least give me a safe room before.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different gate opening sound.

Unvoiced battle dialogue.

So it was a gun that you could buy for Akechi in Vanilla. In Royal, it's a sword.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

This is explained better in the anime.

Different bridge sound.

Finally, after 4 palaces of not asking if you want to go back to the entrance, they finally ask you.

You couldn't select what Persona to fuse yours with on the network? You just had to hope? That's shitty. What if you got a bad one?

You had to click on a book for Morgana to tell you that you already read it 😡 Why? And it kicks you out of the menu each time.

Slightly different answer.

Morgana shames you for declining meetings.

Also, it used to be Mishima put up a forum post? In Royal, you send them a calling card.

You only got one item out of cubes, instead of multiple.

You could get junk out of chests?

I like how Orlov is weak to nothing, resists phys and nulls everything else.

You could get washed armour from chests?

Stone Of Scone is weak to Curse and not Fire.

"The Phantom Thieves would never murder people". *Looks at Akechi* I love waiting till I have Akechi to do this mission.

I don't believe some of the MM people ever change their ways.

You could get Skill Cards from chests?

The Reaper is cool looking.

I love how the Reaper is surprised when you escape.

You just leave your dead teammates when you escape 🤣🤣

Mystery Stew is being sold on the Home Shopping Network. Ren decides he'd rather not kill himself and his teammates. "Are you sure. It's only available today". 🤨🤨 Do you want me to die, Morgana?

Added a proficiency check for Haru's R.4.

6,000 Yen=41.01

Kthx was changed to cheers.

Slight different question.

Slight different question.

"Play with your stupid coffee beans". 🤣🤣

Slight different question.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Sae gets trolled by a 15-year-old girl. 🤣🤣

Nipple spikes.

More clanging sounds added.

My man got knocked in the head with a bunch of poker chips. 🤣🤣

I prefer Royal's fight. Also, Royal's palace. Palace is slightly different.

Let's rank up before he betrays me.

Arsene ����🥴 I wish he talked more. That's one of the reasons I kept him. I wanted to hear him talk.

Unvoiced conversation.

His waistcoat makes him look so skinny.

Ah, the you better save, or it's going to be like half an hour before the next save point. From there it's, another 1 hour 30-45? before you get control back.

That's a shiny pen.

I've never called Akechi "the traitor".

Question marks got changed to actual text.

More fluid in the anime.

Akechi's going to shoot me in the head. I understand him better. 🤨🤨

I still like the line from the anime. "And I hate cleaning out the attic". That line is so funny. I don't know if that's improvised or not. But if it is it's great.

When Ryuji says "We got em". He doesn't move his lips.

That pretty smirk. 😘😋🥵

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

I love the little pictures they drew.

How much alcohol does Shido need?

Young? Isn't Shido in his 50s?

I like when Akechi winks.

[vongosh]

all pretense of smugness drops as she hits him with the trifecta: an immediate scoff, the signature eye roll and a half-baked clap back that she instantly: "naomi isn't even little," as involuntary as tapping her knee and watching it jump. and she isn't! what's jenny, an inch taller maybe? it's flashbacks to towering over all the boys well into high school and to naomi always coming out just slightly ahead and to jude hoisting adela up in the air because golly gee, isn't she just so cute and small and augh. jude, whom he's bringing up before she can even recover from the first jab, a power combo that has her grinding her teeth and clenching a fistful of acrylics down into her palm. touché. no 'cheers' for him then as she hides behind a sip of her drink. then another. "so you're saying your thing with mimi was comparable to me and jude." it isn't technically 'a question', but she expects an answer, shifting back so she can wield those doe eyes like a weapon. but it's max she's looking at, and any vulnerability that might slip out would be demanded back of her two-fold. case in point, this. the wresting back of his control, and at her expense. how original. she holds a hand up then, an urgent stop to whatever he might've been about to say. "actually, you're right. let's not." that's what he was getting at, right? do you really wanna go there? she's not happy to give him his like, fiftieth win in the span of just minutes, but it's easier than unpacking a relationship she hasn't even let herself think about.

it's hard to get her head back in the game after that, but their conversations have always gone like this. the quippy back and forth, the equal parts flirting and roasting, the palpable sexual tension, but all of it kind of feeling like the tip of the iceberg—the one that sank the titanic, probably. like they're dancing on the surface while something dangerous and inevitable plays out just below. it's the mindfuck of it all, the having a conversation about one thing but meaning something else entirely, the layers, the references, the nuances of expression or shift in intonation that can flip them from somewhere flippant and easy to somewhere raw and terrifying. or in this case, from taunting each other about exes to how good he apparently licks. not that she would know, of course. couldn't waste that much hot water. she wonders if mimi knows, her lip curling in disgust the minute the thought lands. of course she does. how annoying... "do i?" is all she says at first, gaze slinking over. she saw a tiktok recently of some influencer telling everyone that if you're silent for four seconds, the person you're talking to will experience rejection and will move to fill it themselves. or something. she scrolled past before it'd fully wrapped up. would that work on him or did he know that trick already—she wouldn't put it past him to read up on all the trendy mind games. still, she blinks at him slowly, lips curling slightly as she makes a move for his drink instead, a brow lifted in question. then declares her experiment null and void by filling her own silence. "wouldn't know, babe. i've never seen you perform." either kind of lick. a smirk. "and would you look at that, i've never had an old fashioned either. feeling generous?"

"oh, she really read more naomi to me." the first swing. he follows it with a quick two-punch. "whatever happened with jude, by the way?" where jenny conceals her bitterness in a thick veneer of smiley overcompensation, max keeps his loaded with priggish disinterest. his face is too blank, tone too even. unreadable in a probably obvious way and does she seriously wanna talk about this? exes? now? he almost puts her hand back on his dick by way of diversion. who's easily distracted now?

he doesn't. doesn't bother rounding up any other orders either, too lazy to pretend to care about them any further. "yeah, glad he's got something goin' for him," max mutters with a cursory glance toward the stage. fair to say no one's here for his talent. the correction is met with a bit of a roll of his eyes, nodding at the bartender -- of course, how inane of me. god, and back to the guitarist. irritation whiplash. "yeah, it's like if coke were sentient." a decided side step of her trap. max takes this far too seriously. "jesus, look at him, he --," eyes trip on jenny, her round gaze full of the band. he purses his lips with hammed up jealousy, fingers on her chin jerking her attention off them. "'kay, stop looking. listen. even if their levels were right, he's fuckin' lost in the track. boy doesn't know how to lick." go ahead, jenny, take the bait. there's a smirk around the rim of his fresh drink, rife with innuendo and implication when he tacks on, "you know i'm better."

[brotherslayer]

hey, may i ask, why do you dislike lucas! just wanna know i’m pretty curious bc everyone loves him lol. also, what about luc//athy? i wanna know your thought process. i’m not on either side, really. i don’t ship stuff but i’m invested in the drama of this fandom lmao

1. he calls Athy an idiot

2. the way he disrespects Jennette and refuses to treat her as a human being by calling her chimera

3. how the narrative tries to make me care for him so badly that it almost feels manipulative (he had abusive parents, then got adopted by another abusive parental figure after his parents abandoned him). In the 200+ years he lived there was no one who cared about him.

4. threatened to kill her (I think?), threatened to kill Blackie even though he knew it was basically her soul animal and the loss would wound her deeply

5. how he kind of enjoyed the power he had over her because he saved her and blackie and how he acted all innocent in front of others and Athy didn't dare to tell her father (did she fear that he wouldn't believe her?)

6. "Your father cares alot about you." Said father is a mass murderer who considered to murder her multiple times. Their relationship is toxic to the max, how Claude sees her mother in her till the day of her debutante ball, their images literally overlapping (it's not cute), how he doesn't want her to meet other people or ever leave the palace, how she has created a fake persona to please him. How does Lucas not realize that this is a toxic relationship when he is over 200+ years old and has likely seen stuff like this before? Lucas knows that Athy is/was deep down fucking terrified of her father since their first encounter where he pointed out that Blackie always runs away, because her divine beast reflects her inner desire to escape the palace. And despite all that he says that Claude cares about her, which might have influenced Athy in her decision to go back to Claude after the murder attempt and forgive him.

5. he ate LP Athy's mana beast and then fucked off to work with the Imperial Wizards and didn't even intervene when LP Athy got executed. He was possibly indirectly responsible for her death since she couldn't use her mana to escape and got killed.

6. so ready to commit genocide on innocents if Athy had died (I only like stuff like this if it's yanderes doing it)

7. appears in her bedroom at night when she is sleeping and touches her her and stuff. I think he also put her to sleep without asking for consens, which is something Claude also did.

8. everyone worships him and treats him like a god. if you don't worship him you are evil.

9. interrupts Athykiel scenes all the time and copied Ijekiel's handkiss in the library. After he saw Ijekiel kiss her hand he did the same. Made himself taller than Ijekiel. Stole Ijekiel's title as soft charisma prince at the tea party.

10. some of his fans

This scene made me dislike him alot:

I can't really explain why but when he destroyed the effort Athy had put into braiding his hair and adorning them with flowers, and how he acted rudely afterwards...this is the scene where I came to realize how much I disliked him. Idk why it's something so minor and insignificant.

11. I'm biased af, but in my opinion Lucathy is detrimental to Athy's character. Once I saw someone argue that the reason why Lucas is so perfect for Athy is, because she has daddy issues and Lucas is similar to her father and...well they are not wrong but this is actually a reason why I think they should never be together. (Unless you want to make it a toxic relationship.) She'll never get rid of her role as a living emotional crutch and morality chain. The way she seeks out a romantic relationship with boy who has a similar personality to her father, reminds me how some abusive victims have a tendency to latch onto toxic people, because this kind of behaviour feels familiar and comforting. They are used to it, they know how to deal with that.