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#he loves bikes ok#bet if he gets rich he'd be having a huge collection of bikes lined up in his garage#cyberpunk 2077#jackie welles#cp77#virtual photography#cyberpunk 2077 photomode#gaming
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we’re autism4autism have i ever mentioned that
#YOU BET MY ASS I WILL SIT AND LISTEN HIM TALK ABOUT THE AERODYNAMIC DIFFERENCES IN PLANES#YOU BET MY ASS I WILL SIT THERE AND LISTEN TO HIM TALK WHILE HE WORKS ON HIS BIKE#literally my favorite thing to do is listen to people talk abt their special interest#I have learned more things in life by hearing people talk then I have ever learned in school#my sister is the reason I am so knowledgeable about w.we i know these all of these wrestlers just by listening to her and I love it ☝🏽#funky hanging on to every word I say as I talk about the regional differences and variants of my tamagotchis#‘have I ever told you about the one where you can send your tama.gotchi to go get a job. you have to give them a resume. they can reject you#‘I am madly in love with you.’#sorry I’m crazy i love this hc so much#THE REASON HE WEARS THE GLASSES ALL THE TIME EVERYWHERE ?? LIGHT SENSITIVITY ISSUES!!!!#THE REASON HE SEEMS SO ECCENTRIC AND ODD AMONG HIS PEERS SOMETIMES? MISSING SOCIAL CUES BABY!!!!!!!#I think it’s fun to think the coolest mf on the island is autistic LIKE I KNOW THATS RIGHTT 🔥🔥🔥🔥#ok sorry for rambling I love talking about this#doodles#self ship#self shipping#bipoc self ship#🦍🏄♂️🌊
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Love that toya is rehabilitating the two most mischievous jokesters in the game (Rui & Mizuki) simply by being really naive but also really really genuine and kind. He’s easy to trick but he’s so earnest and happy to talk to them that it would make them feel bad. They have to be nice and kind back. Toya Aoyagi and his aura that forces everyone to be friendly.
#rui doesn’t tease him like he does with tsk or akito or even an#& Mizuki has to be like wait wait wait I’m kidding & watch what he says because if she lies for fun he takes it at face value#thinking abt her being like here’s a list of what I want for my birthday (doing a bit) & Toya’s like ok thanks :) (takes it) & she’s like#wait no I’m kidding toya give it back TOYA#also her being like I’m late because my bike broke & I had to walk miles (or whatever blatantly false excuse she used)#& he’s like I’ll go get you some water wait here.#very fond of that thing. he is full of love.#I’m happy mizuki has been bonding with him. I sniled so sneatly when I saw his 4th anni untrained.#mine#rui#mizuki#toya
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So I saw a screenshot of Ralph without his hat (for his wedding outfit + I think a DLC outfit didn't have it?) and honestly. There's a reason he wears it. It's unfair if he doesn't. Olive Town really is just "hot bisexuals in your area" and they would thrive if they advertised it as such.
#sos pioneers of olive town#ralph#jack#i will never not love jack ok i have been playing again and i cant help it#once i unlock giant bear carvings to craft i make him the happiest man on the planet#its just something i have to do ok i love jack a lot#i do still really enjoy bringing ralph soup to the woods like a loser and handing it over while he eats lunch#but the point im trying to make is i cant stop loving jack and it really hinders my desire to romance others lmao#also i was googling some refs of ralph after i found the wedding ss because it was a lil cut off and i wanted the full look#and i saw a lot of questions like is poot worth it or comments about how its incredibly avg for a game#or how its not as great as past installments and im like ........... but the cast is so endearing to me#again its different strokes for different folks and not everyone will love the same farming sim as i will but still#dont be mean to my olive town babies......#the fact there are so many cutscenes in there of families interacting and moms being mom friends and gossip buddies#the fact there are so many cutscenes just about how these people live their lives is so wholesome to me#like sure the farmer is featured in the heart events#but there are so many where you arent the center ! youre just a bystander to like#a bro putting his younger bros motorcycle in the museum and the museum owner being mad theres a motorcycle in the museum#while then having multiple other people show up like YO SICK BIKE YOU GUYS HAVE THIS STUFF IN THE MUSEUM#while the younger bro is beaming cause thats his baby he loves his motorcycle and you better love it too#like its just so fascinating to exist in the town but not be the entire reason everyone keeps on going about their lives#yeah you interact and befriend them and you do tasks to help develop the island but it doesnt feel like thats why people like you#which is really important to me bc i feel like i have to do things to make people like me#i have to have a reason to interact with people irl or its just me being in their way#and poot lets me just live alongside people peacefully and talk to lil harvest sprites that hand me food and rocks and logs#anyway that is SO MUCH propaganda for a story of seasons game that no one asked for thanks gnight
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thank god im not a journalist cus the amount of eye contact would kill me
#watching a vale interview for research. seeing how he talks and acts for fics from his pov#lots of hand movements. high lilt in his voice. lots of explanation. leads you through a story. very interested in conversation.#hes explaining smth rn and istg it is not related to the question at all. it's interesting i like it but was that the question bud#the question was 'how have you seen RIDERS change over the years? example pedrosa and marquez' and vale went 'ah. 2005 and 2019 are very#different bikes. theres more electronics now.' hes just answering what he wants girl get back on topic 😭😭#NEVER wants to talk about marc thats another observation.#'i come from an era of drinking and cigarettes' funny guy#subtle insults....idk if he means it to be insulting but eh who knows he has a specific tone#it was a question on evolution and how he adapts to riders of the past and riders of the present actually im stupid 😔 sry technically he DID#answer it was just odd jajajaja#great passion for motorcycles :)#atp this is just notes#why are his legs so long. sry. thats mean but why are his knees so far#i feel like he has a tendency to get very very close to whoever hes talking to. kinda a 'i AM interesting in what youre saying. you are#interested in ME' and i think thats very intriguing. lots of movements lots of leaning#i fw his earring so heavy bro i love his stupid one earring#hes so good at conversation wow#luca mention :))#ok yea hes literally abt to fall out of his chair thats how far hes leaning into the interviewer. they know each other so im not too#surprised but eh#he loves to explain loves to talk he really is so compelling. hes a storyteller. and very very italian#interview is valentino rossi uncut from 2019. its on the motogp youtube channel#need to see him do small talk. or just a little conversation between friends but idk italian so that may be hard to find#yap sesh tag#motogp
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as someone who’s just moved houses right now and is building furniture almost everyday—
also as someone who has the tendency to buy fitness equipment but not use them
I feel so called out ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
#me buying a bike and yoga mat soon#WATCH ME AS I USE IT SEIYA#is what I say all the time to my rl bf and I also leave it with him#he sent me pics actually of the exercise equipment I left with him after I showed him this card#gosh ok at least the intention was there!!!#this card was very cute#seiya is trying his best to be the man you want#or the man that makes your heart flutter#seiya continues to ruin my life#love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#xavier#my guiding star#huff huff
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New pfp and look of your blog? 🤭🫣🔥
Hehe, I forgot to drop this 🏃♀️💖
Stelle and Caelus' expressions always kill me along with Blade cuz wtf 😭🙏🧍♀️
QUEENS NEVER CRY‼️‼️‼️🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🙏🙏🙏🫡🫡🫡🫡
#SWHWAA THANKS YOU 🥺🥺🥹🥹🙏🙏🌹����‼️‼️‼️#alos yeah i love how stelle and caelus r like two diff people even tho they're like the same person— ITS FUNNY TO ME OK#QUEENS NEVER CRY GUYS!!!! 🫡🫡🫡‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥#argenti looks so cute while riding his bike 🥺🥺🥺 i wanna hold him jn my hands and squish his cheeks real tight bc of how cutie he is chibi#chibi sized argenti :3#AND LMAO#BLADE'S FACE MADE ME SMILE SO WIDE CUZ OF HOW HILARIOUS IT IS MY CHEEKS HURT 🥹😭😭😭😭😭#bro is not beating the chad allegations😭😭‼️‼️#silver wolf looks done like. damn these kids r.#..... uhm#:>#man i love these stellaron hunters and their shenanigans i hope they dont get bench pressed <3 /jk#thedemises; inbox#inbox#ask#hsr#hsr stellaron hunters#stellaron hunters#kafka hsr#kafka#silver wolf hsr#silver wolf#blade hsr#blade#stelle hsr#stelle#caelus hsr#caelus#trailblazer hsr#trailblazer
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i get closer n closer to becoming a car mechanic every time im in the car w my dad lmao
#he explained how manual cars worked and i have never understood something so much until now#all the info clicking and im like ohhh so thats Cars#also brought up to both my parents i’m planning on taking an msf course (i have to figure out how the fuck to get there.) n they were both#like yeah. ok. Dangerous but u Would say that#looping my dad into being ok with it bcoz i started talking abt manual cars n then what i know abt motorcycles lmaaoo IM WINNING!!!!!#now i need someone very reliable to take me to these damn courses#.jrnl#glad we’re past my childhood neighborhood dying in a moto accident!#its fucked up how much influence my white trash neighbors (i say w love) had over me.. the monster fox moto logo combo is ripping out of me#while on a bike trail today i saw some dude double wielding his fishing rods and a skateboard and it changed me#sigh… my hometown is so beautiful they built a new park#btw diabolical how many left turns i was forced to take on a bike ive never used before AND my dad fucking left me in the dust#anyways. home visit thumbs up!
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What do you do for a living?
resident baddie at the local power sports store. they let me hit things with a forklift and cut boxes open and bully men twice my age it's the best
#and then my knight on a half shining half muddy kawasaki bike pops a wheelie coming into work and finds reasons to be in my space#SOMETIMES I GET TO DRIVE THE SIDE BY SIDES OR FO WILLAS#anyway#shipping&receiving#that's what I do#but I love the job lol#I threatened to run the knight over#he's only knight bc he brings the food like if we order he gets it#and he fixed the seal on the bay door#so#uncle status#that's the vibe#anon#my superpower is knowing ANY box that contains a battery bc of the weight distribution regardless of how it's packed#also I pronounce the names of brands wrong to see if I'll get corrected#shoutout to Friday being payday bc I am broke#ok#love ya bunches
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fav twilight character NOW i DEMAND TO KNOW
top 5 in order. bella jacob alice charlie rosalie.
#listen ok so#i love bella because she's fucked up in the head and has sam winchester allegations#and im team jacob. PROUD.#i love wolves werewolves whatever and jacob he is just a kid you'll never see me say he did wrong never also i loved him with long hair#hes so cool he likes bikes cmon#if i was bella i wouldve chosen him imagine the life you could have#like the found family trope goes WILD when there's werewolves involved#twilight#ask#but maybe it is a bit tricky because if your wolf bf has that love at first sight thingy then you'll just have to dip i guess ? well#you know what is attractive about edward? his promise of forever#i mean w jake she couldve broken up whenever so its more scary for a person with her mindset#with edward#he can never leave her. never. i think that's what she really likes about him#twilight analysis?
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just saw Barbie so here are some (non-spoilery) highlights:
ken becoming DEEPLY obsessed with horses
MULTIPLE highly choreographed dance numbers that last for several minutes
kens job is beach
a tween calls Barbie a fascist (?????? ok screenwriters)
mojo dojo casa house
kens big mink coat having a HORSE THEMED LINING
i know we were deeply obsessed with the outfits but good god. the OUTFITS.
extensive Barbie lore
Barbie’s heart to heart with a lovely old woman
the kens building a wall
beaching one another off
KENS SONG THAT HE SINGS FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES
like twelve executives on one tandem bike
depression Barbie
ALLEN
i am kenough :)
gynecologist.
beautiful beautiful deeply camp coming of age story with layers and so much life. ive gained twenty new sewing projects from the opening shots of Barbieland alone. made my gf cry. 20/10
#barbie#barbie movie#ken#Barbie 2023#30k#????#really????#barbie and ken#there is a deep transness to them#honored to have seen the first showing in my town#please go see this#it’s so queer#it’s so camp#it’s so funny
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no thoughts just waitress!reader showing up for shifts like nothings wrong after the date situation
just keeping it calm and professional. working her shifts efficiently and no longer bantering/flirting with ghost, who would rather reader melt down and tear into him than putting up the walls around herself hehe
Ok I'm combining some asks here that had some different ideas - I got so many of you guys demanding reparation for making reader cry 😭 here's the comfort chapter! (Still a tad angsty at the beginning)
Ghost had finished your tips for you that night. He had half a mind to slide a hundred in your payout folder as an apology for ruining your date... but what good would that do? That would make you quit for good, if you hadn't already.
He lays in his bed, eyes stuck to the ceiling, still in his jeans and black shirt. He wishes he could snuff out the guilt that sits heavily in his gut. He wonders what you're doing - probably crying, possibly making a half-assed voodoo doll of himself and stabbing his chest with a dull steak knife, because that's all he feels right now.
He gets up early the next day after a rough three hours of sleep. He lumbers down the stairs to the office - Price is there, sorting out cash and working on the next supply order. He looks at Simon, who's rubbing his eyes and looking worse for wear.
"Mornin'." Price says, turning back to the monitor. Ghost grunts in response, dropping himself onto the couch behind Price. His head aches from the lack of sleep, thoughts circling in his mind about how to apologize to you. He can imagine you won't want to talk to him - or, if you do, it'll most likely be profanities wedged between insults. He'd love for you to berate him right now, and make him feel like he got what he deserved.
Price sighs. "You sleep alright?"
"I've had better."
"Nightmare?"
"... yea, somethin' like that."
Price huffs. "I'm workin' front of house today." He says, grabbing the bag of tips and standing up. "Goin' down to drop these in the safe, then I'll help you stock up."
Simon opens his eyes, looking at Price with confusion. "You?"
Price nods. "Dove called out sick. Sounded like she's got the lurgy."
That delivers the final blow to Simon. He knows you're not sick - you're avoiding him now. All plans to apologize are now out the window, and the more time passes, the harder it'll be to do it.
"You've only got yourself to blame, Simon." Price says, heading down to the restaurant floor.
He curses under his breath as Price leaves. How he heard about what happened - he could only assume it had been from Soap. He drops his arm over his face and groans. He wants to call out himself, but then they might as well shut down the entire pub for the day.
Should he try phoning you? Would you answer, let alone allow him to get more than five words out? What would he say? "Sorry I ruined your date, I was jealous tha' ya got a life outside of the pub." There is no variation of an apology that feels like it would be enough. He made you cry, for fucks sake. That was a punishment in and of itself, but he still had to own up to what he'd done.
He sighs loudly; his body feels heavy as he drags himself off the couch, trudging down the stairs. He still has a bar to run.
It had to have been the longest shift of Simon's life, and he even wrapped things up a bit earlier than usual. He didn't have the gift of your incessant chatting or being able to tease you to make the time pass. Price was a solid companion in front of house, but there was hardly a conversation to be held - even with the usual bar crowd. The patrons had a look of confusion for the majority of the night, wondering why Soap wasn't popping his head out of the kitchen to chat every once in a while - and why the hell the owner was serving tables, and not the chipper, spunky waitress.
When Simon had locked up for the night, he noticed your bike was no longer in the alley. Johnny must have dropped it off on the way back to his place.
Today isn't much different - at least, not for Simon. He's still suffering from a lack of sleep, he's irritable (he had a spat with Johnny in the morning, over something he can't even remember), and his work ethic is suffering. He's not worried about slicing bar fruit; it'll give him something to do later, when he needs it. Maybe the rush will kick him back into shape.
He stares at the dishes on the edge of the bar - they're all in need of a good polish, but he finds himself stuck on staring at the bar fridge. There's nothing else he needs to stock up on - it's packed completely full with wine, champagne, and cans of beer. He gently kicks the side of it with his boot. He should be checking the to-go boxes, helping Soap with setting up the condiments and soups, making sure the tables all had full salt and pepper shakers. That's what you would be doing. But, you're not here, and neither is Price. He can only hope tonight isn't as busy as the previous night, otherwise he'll have to close some tables. Which would make customers mad. Which would make Price mad. Which would-
Suddenly, he hears three loud bangs against the back door. He freezes, the sound triggering a Pavlovian response. He immediately looks up to the kitchen window - Soap opens the door, and you come jogging inside. You greet him with a smile. He asks how you're feeling, and you say "much better".
He doesn't know what to do with himself, but he just stands there like an idiot as you hang your bag and jacket on a hook. Stands there as you push your way into the restaurant, barely sparing him a glance as you scurry by him. Stands there as you run up the stairs, two at a time, diving nose-first into your chores so you can avoid Simon.
He can't speak. Should he? What can he say? "I'm sorry," for starters, but it isn't that simple. He thought you might have quit, and was preparing his heart for the worst. But now, here you are, running back and forth through the pub and setting up your tables - and it feels like you've never been farther away from him.
In all honesty, you can't bring yourself to talk to him either. You're feeling just as ashamed with your behavior two nights ago as he is about his own. Why the fuck would you expect someone - let alone your boss - to do your chores so that you could run off and have fun on a date? Not only that, but you'd made a scene; you felt like you had half-assed the ice bins in your scramble to get them cleaned, and then you sobbed in the middle of the restaurant. The cherry on top, however, was when you called Price yesterday and told him you had a cold, calling out of your shift. It was a cowardly thing to do, and you could tell he wasn't buying your story.
But: bills need to be paid, rent is due, and you can't lose this job. So you sucked it up and came in today - Simon is easy enough to ignore, separated from you by the bar.
At first, the quiet bartender was relieved that you had showed up for your shift - he wouldn't have searched for a new waitress if you had quit, instead choosing to deal with the consequences of his actions. But he's quickly getting more and more irritated with the silent treatment you're serving. You only talk to him when necessary: a simple "thanks" when you grab your drinks and run them to your tables. You busy yourself between rolling silverware, (over)stocking napkins and condiments, and even going so far as to spray the menus down and scrub them with a rag. You spend more time in the kitchen with Soap; each peal of laughter shared between the two of you is another arrow in Simon's chest. He's stuck behind the bar, listening to woes spilling from drunken lips, forced to watch you flit around and pretend he doesn't exist.
You can't keep this up forever.
Still, you do for most of the night. Even when your shift is coming to an end, the kitchen closed while you close the tabs for your remaining tables, you don't cave and sit at the bar with Simon. You sit at the farthest table from him, the farthest chair, in fact, skimming over your tip receipts - and talking to Soap (who was only able to sit with you since you had helped him knock out his tasks).
Simon's never been as angry with Soap as he is now - and the worst part is he knows it's not justified. He's watching from behind the bar, polishing glasses so hard they might wane into cups. He wants to talk to you. He will talk to you before the night is over. He doesn't expect forgiveness, but he expects that you'll at least let him offer an apology.
One of the regulars at the bar looks to whatever Simon is glaring at, chuckling quietly when he sees you. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Stuff it, Mike." Simon grumbles.
Meanwhile, you walk back from closing out your last table, plopping back in the booth with Soap. "What are you doing after this?"
"Sleepin'." he replies instantly, tossing back an onion ring. "Been dealin' with a grumpy bawbag since early this mornin', and I'm beat."
You glance over at the bar; Simon's back is facing you as he organizes the beer glasses. You really should apologize to him... you just couldn't figure out when the right time would be. He'd still be working by the time your shift ends, and you don't even know if he wants to speak to you at this point.
"Is he mad at me?" you ask, tapping your pen on the table.
Soap sighs. "I'm not goin' t' be the middle man, Bonnie." he says, looking at you intently. "If ye feel like somethin' needs to be said, go talk to 'im."
You groan, leaning back against the seat. "It's not that simple."
"Why not?"
"It just isn't! He's already pissed at me, and he probably thinks I'm a slacker. What good is an apology?"
"Ye won't know 'til ye talk to 'im, hmm?"
"What if he fires me?"
Johnny barks with laughter, and you frown. "I'm being serious."
"He'd never fire ye." he says, getting up out of the booth. He stretches both arms above his head and lets out a grunt. "In fact, he was throwin' a fit yesterday n' today 'fore ye came in. Bitch took it out on me."
You winced. "I'm sorry-"
"Save it fer 'im." Soap interjected. He left you at the booth with the onion rings and your tips, disappearing into the kitchen. You huff, hunching back over your tips and scribbling through them.
Deep down, you know Soap is right. If anything, you could just apologize to Simon. If he chooses to be grumpy about it, so be it. You've got tough skin... still, you can't stand the thought of him being upset with you - not because of your work ethic, but because you liked him. A lot. And you wanted him to like you back, even if it was in the most platonic way.
But that didn't change anything. An apology was due, and you were going to give him one before you left tonight.
You grabbed an onion ring and popped it in your mouth, grimacing when you realized they were cold. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Simon making his was across the floor to your booth.
Great. Guess the apology is coming now.
He stops at the edge of the table, wiping his hands in a rag. You pretend to punch numbers into your phone's calculator, but they're all random - you just want to look like you're busy.
"May I sit?" he asks, tucking the rag into his back pocket.
You mumble out a "sure", still not looking at him. You hear his large frame slide into the seat across from you, polyester squeaking underneath his weight. You continue to do random equations on your calculator, letting a thick blanket of tension settle between the two of you. You can feel his stare burning into your head, his arms folded over his chest... and you notice that his mask is in his hand. You finally look up at him.
It's not the first time you've seen his face - you've caught glimpses of it when he smokes in the alley, or when he eats whatever Soap throws under the warmer for you and Simon. But this time, he's not taking it off to be convenient. And, dear god, you're just now paying attention to how scarred, rugged, and handsome he is - but now's not the time for those kinds of thoughts. You feel like he's reaching out an olive branch, showing a possible vulnerable side to himself. So, you place your pen on the table and lean back.
He stays quiet for a moment longer, trying to figure out how to start this. He wants to make sure that you know he's here to apologize, not to ask for forgiveness. From his silence, you assume he's waiting for you to go first.
"I'm sorry about Tuesday night." you say, eyes dropping to the table. Simon's astounded that you're the one apologizing, but you continue. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, and I'm sorry for trying to dump my job on you."
He feels worse, now. Was that even possible? He was expecting anger, insults - a detailed, frustrated explanation of what you did last night since you did not go on that date. But you're the one saying sorry? You think you're to blame for all of this unspoken aggression? Oh, you really do confuse him, sometimes...
"You don't need t' be sorry, luv." he says, gazing at you with a softness you'd never seen before, not in his brown eyes, at least.
"No, I do." you say, nearly pleading with him to let you be apologetic. "I was being a brat, and whether you usually do the ice bins or not, I shouldn't have expected you would do them without asking." You push your pen on the table, doing your best to convey your feelings. "And yeah, I was late for my date, but... well, he sounded like a dick, anyways."
Simon chuckles, watching you stare at the table. "Well, I owe you an apology, too. I jus'..." he sighed heavily, running a hand down his jaw. "I don' even know. Guess I was bein' lazy, or... I got jealous tha' you've got a life outside of this pub. Feels like you belong here."
He immediately regrets saying that - it sounds way too possessive and... just straight up weird. But you smile, taking comfort in the fact that he still wants you here. That this was the whole reason behind the mess.
"Soap called you a bitch. Said you were an asshole all day."
Simon scoffs. "Yea... 'm pretty sure Price would tell ya the same. And he wants ya back, too. Couldn't stand waitin' on tables, he was tryin' t' trade places with me all night."
You laugh. The world seems alright again - not perfect, but good enough. It might take a night of sleeping the tension away before you're fully back to your normal self, but this is a leap in the right direction. You look at Simon, into his brown, steady eyes, as they stare right back at you.
He breaks the silence. "I really am sorry for ruinin' your date."
You smile softly. "Thank you, Simon. I forgive you."
And just like that, the weight of his guilt is lifted away. The lingering sourness remains, a reminder that he had made you cry. But you had forgiven him, which was more than he was hoping to get tonight.
"Are we better?" you ask timidly.
He nods once. "Better."
You smile - you slowly slide your stack of receipts to him, biting your lip. "Cool - can I have my money?"
Just like that, his smirk drops - but you know it's all in good humor. He huffs, snatching the stack from the table and scoots his way out of the booth. "Always got money on the mind, eh?"
"I've always got rent on my mind." you retort, following after him with the bowl of onion rings. You plant yourself at your usual spot on the end of the bar, right near the POS where Simon cashes out your tips. He tries to hurry up, assuming you want to dip and go home after such an intense conversation. He slides the mask back over his face and punches his code in, trying to edit your tips into the system as quickly as he can.
"Simon?"
"Hm?" his response is instant, turning around to look back at you. You've got your phone on the bartop, and your back and jacket on the unoccupied seat next to you.
"Can I stay for a drink?"
He's melting on the inside, only held together by his own skin. He sets your receipts down and opts to do them later, right before whenever you decide to leave. He won't miss on an opportunity to have you stay longer.
"Course, luv. What's it gonna be?"
"You know how to make a cosmo?"
He chuckles, grabbing a glass from the shelf behind him. "Sure do."
#bartender ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost#ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost cod#cod x reader#call of duty
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MDNI slight suggestive and language
Ghost definitely has a motorcycle and a truck. He'll drive the truck when he knows it'll be a long day doing intel and paperwork. But especially on a Friday when the workload is light, he’ll come in on his bike knowing he’ll be able to enjoy the ride.
He started riding the bike more when you gave the comment-
Guys who ride motorcycles are ten times more attractive with their bike
You didn’t say it to him per se but rather to a friend of yours on base, and he overheard. He likes to think that the bike is his good luck charm, as you agreed to a first date when he drove it. But despite you loving the bike as much as you loved him, he never let you on it. Always exclaiming it would be too dangerous.
He's in the garage, music playing lightly from the speaker as he cleans and messes with some of the gears. You watch in awe at the door. Never in a million years did you think you would be here. In Lt’s old t-shirt, sipping tea and watching him indulge in normalcy on a Sunday afternoon. When you transferred to the base, you always heard rumors about the man behind the mask and the name Ghost. But behind that was this man full of love.
“Enjoying the show, darling?” He said, looking up from the bike to see you.
“Just admiring.” You said.
“The bike or the rider?” He said smirking.
You admired and mirrored that smirk. Something you thought you would never see in your lifetime. But after trials of trust, the mask and guards came down, bearing all the luggage, and past to your welcoming arms.
“Both,” you said, walking over to him. He was seated on a chair and leaned back to welcome you in between his legs.
He peered up, his eyes glimmering in the sunlight that peaked through the window.
“Let me ride.” You said, peering down.
“You can ride me anytime.” He said, being cheeky.
You groaned at his antics and pouted towards him.
“Do you not trust me on your precious baby, Si?”
He looked between you and the bike. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you. He knows how dangerous riding is. He doesn’t want to let you on just in case something happens. He’s come to terms with something happening to him a long time ago. But you. He just got you and would put you in a bubble if it meant keeping you safe.
“I trust you. I just don't trust others.” He says, moving a piece of hair from your face. He moves his hand to cup your jaw. He guided you to his lips for a quick peck.
You leave your forehead on him while he moves his hands down to your hips.
He can tell you were annoyed with your answers. You guys bonded over this bike and he truly believes that being able to ride it one day was the only thing keeping you around.
That was far from the truth. You just wanted to straddle something other than Simons's dick.
He stood up and moved you to the side.
He pushed the brake down and moved to the back of the bike.
"We can start with basics. Posture and positions." He said looking at you.
Stunned by his answer and quick change in answers, you didn't move till he said, "Ok, I guess you don't want to." You feet quickly moved to stand by him.
He went through the basics, teaching you how to mount and where to keep your feet. After, it was your turn to demonstrate your understanding. You go to the side and lift a leg to straddle the seat.
Simon from the back saw how you were a natural at this. Your ass is plump on the seat you lean to hold the handles with a slight arch in your back. Simon thought to himself why he hadn't let you do this earlier. He was so caught up in how good you look he didn't even hear you ask him if what you were doing was good.
You looked over to see him in a daze. He quickly grabbed his phone and took a photo of you on his bike, clad in his boxers and old t-shirt; every inch of you screamed that you were his. And he never loved anything more than this moment right now.
He walked to the front of the bike.
"Is this alright Si?" You asked him when you finally are met with his face.
He just smiled and leaned in to kiss you.
"My gorgeous girl on my bike," He said in between kisses.
You giggled and removed your hands from the handles to his neck and shoulder.
"Get off the bike and get inside right now." He said, pulling away. Laughing, you got off and felt a slight smack hit your ass. This was definitely not your last time on his bike.
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high school gf! icing rafe out
anon: wait, after rafes lil bender and he’s upset to his baby mama being mad at him, until he realizes that she’s even slowly moving things out of the guest room and moving into her own little apartment. and he realizes that he fucked up. and everyone around him is also telling him
Ok but bold of you to assume she even gets to leave, bc no way are Rafe and Ward letting her go too far. I picture that the Cameron’s have a separate guesthouse at Tannyhill and Ward convinces her to stay there for a while.
“It’s close enough that you can still spend time with Sarah and Wheezie,” Ward says. It’s unspoken that it will give her space from Rafe, but not ~too~ much. Ward doesn’t think his son could handle that.
Rafe watching his girlfriend (he doesn’t even know if they are still together at this point because she won’t even speak to him) wander around the guesthouse, growing even more grouchy when she closes the curtains once she spots him watching.
He knows he’s truly fucked up when Topper and Kelce talk to him as they drink.
“Come on man, you just need to apologise to her. Lay off the coke for a bit until she trusts you again,” Topper tries.
“Don’t you fucking think I’ve tried that Top? She won’t even look in my direction.”
“Maybe you need to do some sort of grand gesture or some shit,” Kelce suggests, “chicks love that.”
Rafe would start to grow annoyed at the suggestions and as he began to feel the effects of the alcohol more, his mood worsened. Topper and Kelce share worried glances as he stands, mumbling to himself.
"Hey man, where are you going?"
"I'm gonna go talk to her, and she's gonna fucking listen to me - you hear me? I'm not gonna let her ice me out like I'm some fucking nobody." The boys stare at Rafe as he spits out his words, never having heard him direct his anger at her that way.
"Come on man, at least wait until the morning," Kelce tries.
"Nah, no way man. I'm done with this bullshit and it stops right now."
Topper and Kelce can only sit back and watch as Rafe mounts his bike, the engine roaring to life as he heads towards Tannyhill. They both know that this night isn't going to end well for the couple, tossing back their beers as they follow their friend home. Someone will have to stop him before he does something he regrets.
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❦ love and deep space💫
Part 2
Masterlist 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭
~ As i just started to play this game Sylus will be OOC! ~
Authors notes: I feel like I'm cheating on Zayne but that's ok I can just take both at the same time ehehe I JUST KNOW ITS BIG! I CAN FIX HIM!!!!!
✦𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒♔
Warnings!!: Creampie, BDSM, Nudes, choking, Teasing, orgasm control, sex toys, Dacryphilia, Hand cuffs, Roleplay, Slapping, Rough sex, Switch Sylus, Public sex, Markings, Biting, Big dick Sylus, Blindfolds, Knife play, Blood kink.
MDNI!!!
SFW!
major fluff ahead!
✫ Sylus hates staying away from you to long like this man is obsessed with you from top to bottom, inside and out.
✫ this man loves everything about you! your scars, your crooked teeth, your acne EVERYTHING!!! he just can't get enough of you.
✫ This man loves PDA he loves to show who you belong to in front of people who flirt with you
✫ Whenever a girl or boy flirts with him he gives them the stink eye and gets sassy with them because he belongs with you. (cause we all know he is a sassy man).
✫ He loves to go on rides with you with his bike at night to just look at scenery and play around.
✫ He loves surprising you with random kisses on your cheek, lips, forehead it doesn't matter to him.
✫ Sometimes he makes his cook have a day off just so he can cook for you all day or so you can cook for him.
✫ He loves coming home to warm cuddles in your shared bedroom
✫ He always make sure you don't see blood on him when he comes home so he sneaks into one of the guess bedrooms to get a quick shower and change.
✫ This man loves pet names so he loves calling you kitten, sweetie, honey, etc.
✫ On his days off he loves when you make him breakfast in bed, he loves your cooking even if it's simple.
NSFW!!
sexual content ahead!!
✧ One of his favorite thing in bed is when you cry, he loves the face full of pleasure as you cry and moan.
✧ He loves to tease you to the point you beg for him in any way possible just to cum.
✧ He loves when you try to dominate him, so he lets you play with him for a while until he's had enough, so he switches on you and punish you.
✧ When ever you let him, he loves knife play he makes tiny cuts on your chest, your neck, anywhere he just loves to lick up the blood that trickles down your beautiful skin.
✧ He has special hand cuffs made for some of your punishments, he loves hand cuffing you to the bed.
✧ Sometimes when he gets so into roleplay, he lightly slap's your face a couple times.
✧ When he's not home he often sends you nudes to tease you and to get you all hot and bothered so he can fuck you when he gets home.
✧ He made a dildo that's a replica of his dick so whenever he's not home you still have a piece of him plus, he loves the videos you send him when your riding the dildo!
✧ When the both of you go on your nightly rides on his bike he loves to stop at a secluded area and just fuck you on his bike, since he loves both his bike and you, he feels like he's in heaven.
✧ This man never wears a condom because he said he loves how you feel wrapped around his cock tightly whenever he releases in you.
✧ When he releases he cum's a lot, he loves to take pictures of his cum dripping down from your wet cunt onto the bed or floor, etc.
✧ He loves to put you in blindfolds so you can't see what he's going to do to you next, he loves to surprise you.
✧ He loves to leave markings on your neck and body rather it be hickeys or bite marks he just loves how his markings look on you.
✧ The both of you kind of have a Dom and a Sub relationship in bed it depends on how the both of you feel or if you're up to it.
✧ Before the both of you have penetrative sex, he has to open you up with 4 fingers because his dick is so big he might tear you apart.
✧ When you have sex its mostly rough because he loves how much control he has in bed but he loves making love just as much because he loves how your body slots against his like you were made for him.
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photograph- c.leclerc
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or, 5 moments in y/n and charles's life that made the internet go crazy :)
charles leclerc x norris! reader
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AC incident
You walked into Charles’s room, a drink in hand. God, you forgot how hot Monaco was, even this late in the year. When you’d packed to come visit your boyfriend, you’d thought about the cold and miserable weather back home, not the hot, sweaty, humid, and sunny weather of Monaco. That’s how you ended up in a pair of Charles’s shorts, and just your bra.
“Baby?” He called you.
“Hm?” You nodded, not looking up from your phone as you lay on his bed. You knew he liked gaming, especially when it wasn’t much about racing, and you didn’t want to disturb him. But his room was the only one with working AC, and you were about to die in the kitchen’s heat.
When you didn’t get an answer you looked up to see his eyes firmly glued to you, rather than the fifa game he’d just lost. You could hear all his friends shouting at him for missing a goal and costing their team the win.
“What?” You chuckled, getting up and walking over to him.
“You look so beautiful, my love,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek when you bent down beside him, laughing at the comments in his ears about him being down-bad. “So pretty.”
“Thanks baby,” you smiled, casting your eyes to the chat, which was all about you and Charles, either complimenting how good you looked, or how cute you were together.
Landosnandos21: y/n is looking good. DAMN.
y/n’sversion: Monaco weather is a blessing if we get to see mother like this.
Charlesleclerc’stoes: alexa play ‘that should be me’ by justin bieber. (I’m taking about charles his woman is FINE.)
y/n’shairfolical: marriage when? children with perfect genetics when?
Pastryboy81: if he’s not this obsessed with me, i don’t want it.
You laughed at the chat as Charles let his hands wander down your back to your ass, then further to your thighs.
“Hey!” You heard Lando’s voice through his headphones. “Get your hands off my sister! Stop being weird on stream!”
You laughed as Charles dropped his hands from you like you were on fire. “Lando, shut up,” you held your middle finger up to the camera, hoping he’d see it as Charles laughed with you.
“I’m just going to turn the AC on, ok?” You turned to Charles, who stared for a second, then nodded like a puppy. “Thanks,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, then going back over to the bed and turning the AC on.
His gaming continued for another 20 minutes before he shut off the game and came over to you. “Hello baby,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck as he lay beside you. You kissed back as his hands wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Though his body was warm, you didn’t really mind. “Can we-?” he smiled bashfully and you chuckled.
“Is the stream off?” You asked, knowing his challenges with technology.
“Maybe? I do not know,” he chuckled. “I don’t really care.”
You chuckled, but got up anyway, actually turning off the stream. “Bye guys!” Only a bit embarrassed.
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Bahrain
Charles had been training and preparing since the moment he’d gotten up that morning, aka, he hadn’t seen you. There he sat, in his freezing ice bath, when he caught a glimpse of what he thought to be you, cycling with Carlos. He gave a sneaky look to the camera that was on him, then; one second he was there, his trainer looked away, and the next second, he was gone. Shot off like a rocket in your direction. You and Carlos had to jump off your bikes and almost fall over to get out of his way, and even then he chased you all around the paddock, trying to get a hug.
“Charles! You’re soaking wet!” You laughed as you felt the eyes of the entire team on you two.
“Come on mi amor! I have not seen you all day! I never race my best without seeing you!” He pleaded, still chasing after you.
Your laughing stopped when Carlos grabbed you by the shoulders to stop you from running away, helping Charles’s plan. He held you to his chest as Charles celebrated and thanked him, and as the team videoed.
Finally, Charles made his way over to you and smirked. “A hug, my love?”
And you had no choice. You were passed from Carlos’s arms to Charles’s and hit with the freezing water that coated his swim shorts and his body. “Fuck Charles!” You squealed. “You’re freezing!”
He just laughed and pressed your head further into his neck, pressing kisses to the top of your head as the paddock became a chorus of ‘awws’ and ‘oooos’.
“I’m getting you back for this,” you gritted, low enough so only he could hear it.
He smiled wider. “I know you will.”
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Streaming goes wrong
Charles was doing another stream with the f1 boys, you knew that. Charles liked to get very focused on what he was doing, you knew that. But Charles had also promised to come pick you up from the airport, and after 30 minutes of waiting for Arthur to find his baggage (birthday surprise for Charles), then 40 minutes of waiting for Charles, nothing. Not even a phone call or a text. You were exhausted, Vancouver to Monaco was an 11 hour flight, and you hadn’t slept a wink thanks to the guy in front of you, who’s snores could’ve started an avalanche if they were given the chance.
You opened twitch and pressed on Charles’s stream, to find him busy racing with the other boys. You sighed and decided to just get a cab instead, not wanting to bother him. He could be very forgetful, and you knew that.
After a 32 minute drive, walking up the stairs with your suitcase since the elevator was out of order, and coming inside, you dropped your suitcase by the door, and went straight to your neighbours apartment to get Charles’s other birthday present even if you weren’t going to try and talk to Charles right now, not when you were that angry.
Charless16900: wasn’t y/n coming home today? Did you pick her up?
Charles glanced at the chat to see the message and his face fell. He was meant to pick you up- he looked at his watch- more than an hour ago. He checked his phone to find the messages you’d left and he sighed.
“I am in big trouble,” he told the group, a sorrowful look in his eyes.
George chuckled. “What? Why? What did you do?”
“I forgot to pick up Y/n from the airport!” He groaned. “She got a taxi instead.”
“Oh, so that was the noise from earlier, your door opening,” Alex added.
“What?!” Charles squeaked. “She is home already?”
“I think so mate,” Max laughed. “Good luck.”
Charles got up from his chair for a few minutes to go and talk to you. “Baby?” He called out to the apartment. “I’m sorry?”
And then a pillow was flung at his face. “You dick!” Arthur shouted. “You forgot us at the airport!”
Charles stared at his little brother, completely confused. “What are you doing here?” He chuckled, throwing the pillow back.
“I am here for your birthday surprise!” Arthur explained, throwing the pillow back at him. “You know, the one Y/n set up?”
Charles shook his head, even more confused.
“Thanks Arthur, congratulations, you ruined the surprise,” you walked in with a small dachshund in your arms. “Well, here's the other part of the surprise.”
Charles stared at you. “You got me a dog?” He smiled, taking the dachshund from your arms.
“I got us a dog,” you corrected him. “Happy birthday-eve,” you smiled. “Also fuck you for not picking me up from the airport.”
“Yeah, exactly!” Arthur cheered, annoying Charles. “You could’ve seen me way faster- ew! Stop it!”
Arthur started complaining because Charles had started kissing you. You chuckled into the kiss as one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other held your new dog. Your arms wrapped around his neck as Arthur threw a pillow at the both of you, causing Charles to pull away and start chasing him around the apartment.
You chuckled to yourself and picked up the pillow, fixing up your bed. Maybe you could forgive Charles for his mistake. Then you looked at his gaming set-up and saw that everything was still on and that he was still streaming.
“Charles!” you scolded, going over and ending the stream with a wave. “Turn off the stream before you run off!”
“Sorry, my love!” He called back.
“And Arthur!” you shouted. “Stop chasing your brother around my house, you’re going to break something!”
“Sorry!” He called back.
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Qualifier
You watched with bated breath as the qualifier for the Monaco GP dragged on. It was the last lap, Oscar right on his tail, and…
He did it. He crossed the finish line first. Ahead of Max, ahead of Oscar, ahead of everyone.
The entire paddock was alive with cheering. Every person pulled someone closer in with hugs and cheers, and it was all thanks to Charles. Arthur and you were jumping up and down, ecstatic that he’d won. As soon as you two could, you ran to the lineup and watched as he jumped out of the car, running straight towards you. He pulled off his helmet, handing it off to someone, then he scooped you up in his arms, a bright smile on his face as he kissed you. The small camera crew and the number of fans around clapped and cheered as cameras flashed and pictures were taken.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” you smiled. “My winner.”
“Your winner, always. And soon, your husband."
Thank god neither of you were wearing microphones.
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Interview goes south
“Does being Charles Leclerc make you fuck more?”
Charles tried to stifle the shit-eating grin on his face when he looked up and found you with your head in your hands, shaking your head and laughing as the second-hand embarrassment hit you like a freight train.
He chuckled. “I am very lucky, I am very in love and my beautiful girlfriend loves me too,” he smirked. “But the answer is definitely yes,” he laughed as the other interviews burst into uncontrollable laughter. Obviously he was making a joke (no he wasn’t, you two went at it like bunny rabbits), but it was awfully embarrassing for you both. Charles beckoned you over and you obliged, only to set the record straight.
“He’s joking about that,” you clarified. “And don’t be so sure on how much your girlfriend loves you after that answer,” You scolded. Charles laughed, holding you closer and pressing ‘apology’ kisses to any piece of you he could reach. The video ended with Charles chasing you around the paddock as you ducked past people to evaded his capture.
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