#i hope het gets put down

[kaorunai]

Here for you (pt. 1) Fuuta Kajiyama x reader

Note : I AAAMMMM LOOOSSINNGG ITTTTTT GRAAAHHH btw I haven't proofread this so read st your own risk of bad grammar and or spelling.

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As you wrapped a bandage around his arm you pat the covered wound with some alcohol that Es gave to you. Fuuta winced a little as he stared at his wounds, it was disturbing look at it.

You carefully held onto his wound and told him not to look. He scoffs, making a comment on how you were starting to act like his mother. You ignore his comment and continue to aid him.

The sound of nothingness filled the room, as the two of you didn't make a single conversation or say a single word in the few minutes of silence. Fuuta, who was scratching the back of his neck with his left arm kept on looking at you from time to time.

It looked like he was about to say something. You wanted to ask him what he wanted to say, but stopped after you assumed that all he'll say was 'nothing' or 'mind your bussiness'.

A few minutes passed by again and the silence has gotten worse. Fuuta was now quietly stomping the floor with his leg as you were still taking care of some other wounds and or bruises on his arm.

"S..orry.." You heard a quiet voice coming from Fuuta. When you looked up Fuuta had already changed his view to the wall by his right. You were slightly pissed off at the way he was acting but was still worried about his well-being.

You asked him if he said anything. Which to your surprise, he replied.

"Sorry.. If I'm.. Bothering you.." He was still looking at the wall beside him as you stared at him in disbelief. Fuuta saw your expression and put on an annoyed expression.

"What..? You got a problem with me saying that?" His tone was angry. But it wasn't your usual Fuuta angry, it was more of a dissapointed angry. You shook your head and told him you were just shocked that he apologized first.

Baffled at your words, he now looks at you with a face of disbelief and hurt. "I'm not an idiot?.. I know when and how to forgive." He exclaimed. You only let out a small laugh at his comment and sat beside him.

"I'm being serious." You hummed at his words. As you sat beside him, you told him that he could always turn to you when things go wrong, no matter how bad it was. Because you've already accepted the fact that he's important to you.

Fuuta looked at you with his slightly widened eyes.

You realized how corny you sounded and immediately stood up from his bed. Walked to his cell door and repeated the same thing from before. Except this time, you said it with a more softer tone.

As you left the room, Fuuta flopped down on his bed and accidentally hurt his wrist. He winced at the pain before trying to calm himself down, then placing his hand on his forehead.

"Fuck. Have I really.." He said as his eyes were shut. You've really done some damage to him.

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[tryslora]

On Writing Combat and Sex Scenes

Today I want to talk about writing sex and combat (and no, I do not mean combative sex). This post is inspired by a few recent events:

Once, a long time ago, I read a blog post that said “if you can write a combat scene, you can write a sex scene” and that was mind-blowing for me because while I was well-versed in writing erotica, I couldn’t write combat to save my life.

More recently, at Boskone, I participated on a panel about writing combat, and the research involved there-in.

Even more recently, I had someone look at me say, “You’re not a gay guy. How do you write gay sex scenes?”

So. Let’s begin.

I get it—sex and combat aren’t interchangeable. But at their core, they have some strong similarities which can be leveraged while writing. Both are intense, high drama, and can involve a lot of anxiety and quick thought. Both tend to narrow focus down to the moment and the current feeling and action. Both are heightened emotion and physical reaction. Both can involve actions that lie outside the author’s personal experience.

I started writing erotica when I was a freshman in college. I posted it online (does anyone remember rec.arts.erotica?) and was surprised (and pleased) by the compliments I received. Turned out my readers were not expecting the idea of emotion being entangled in their erotica. They were invested emotionally in how the stories went, and how my characters felt. Since I was writing from the point of view that made sense to me at the time, they were het stories from a female perspective, and they were very focused on the emotional connections and how the physical events heightened those emotions.

Male readers were surprised by the intensity of the feelings that these stories gave them (as opposed to pure arousal). It got me thinking about how I wrote, and why I wrote, and I tried to talk about it some at the time. I was eighteen. I was still a new writer. The internet itself was new. I wasn’t entirely certain how to frame it, but I remember getting one comment where a guy was surprised at how struck he’d been by the moment in the scene where everything shuddered to a halt due to an event in the story that interrupted the action, and I replied that that was because I wasn’t writing about the sex. I was writing about the character’s reaction to the sex.

Which has always been how I write. At the time, that was my only tool: put myself in the character’s mind, and write what they feel. If that’s affection and attraction and physical reaction, write that. Tangle it up, and hope the reader feels that entanglement.

Now, fast forward several years, and take a little side trip onto a tangent wherein I learned something very important about writing craft.

I was reading Syne Mitchell’s End in Fire, I think it was, and I kept having panic attacks. Now, I did most of my reading late, often when I woke in the middle of the night due to stress, or just because my brain refused to rest. I was in a rough place in life in general, with a lot of external work stuff going on and very small children. I wasn’t sleeping well. And it took me some time to figure out why I was struggling to read a book which I actually loved (and when I read it later in life, I enjoyed it greatly).

It was the sentence structure.

In order to induce the emotion of the scene, the sentences were short. Sharp. Quick. There was no time for the reader to breathe, much like there was no time for the heroine to do anything but act. The reader was caught up in the rising tension, to the point where my anxious, sleep-deprived brain, caught a panic attack from it.

The technique was brilliant.

Now back to our original timeline, wherein I read a post about how if you can write combat, you can write sex scenes. This post assumed that more people felt comfortable writing violence than sex. I was the reverse. I’d been writing about sex for over a decade when I saw this post, and it made a light bulb go off in my brain.

If writing sex was like writing combat… was the reverse also true? Could I improve my skills at writing battles by analyzing what worked when I wrote erotica?

So I tried doing just that. Back then, I found combat overwhelming. There was so much going on, and I was trying so hard to write good description that I lost all of the intensity. I was focusing on everything that was going on at the same time.

Thinking about how sex scenes were all intense emotion and narrowed focus, I applied that to my combat scenes. I wrote only what the point of view character experienced, and tied everything to their actions and reactions. I thought about how they breathed, how they moved, how they thought. I used those short, sharp sentences as they processed the scene. 

That doesn’t mean I forgot about everything else going on in the scene. That’s impossible. After all, in any story the things the character doesn’t pay attention to might be as important as the things they do focus on. Stuff still happens, and there is still fallout. I needed to know what else was happening so that if the character moved from one place to another, or did something that put them in the path of a different part of the action, I could have them start processing it.

But it also meant that on the page, out of sight was out of mind. Everything narrowed down to the now. The immediacy. Suddenly my combat scenes snapped into focus.

During the panel at Boskone, all of the panelists had experience with different fighting styles (fencing, street combat, and of course, me with taekwondo). I spoke about how for me, that narrow focus is very real when I spar. I know there are some people who naturally see a move or two ahead while fighting; I don’t. I am stuck in act and react mode. Can I kick them now? Can I attempt a head shot? Oh, no, circle back and away or they’re going to hit me… that’s how my brain works during a sparring match.

It’s not like a total blackout—there should be a vague awareness of things around the character. Sounds in particular, or sometimes flashes of movement. Something distracting can catch the attention of the fighter, but the personal fight will always pull the character back.

Combat feels easy when I’m writing like that.

Of course, there’s still the question of writing about something if I’ve never experienced it. As someone did point out to me: I am not a gay man, so how does that affect writing sex scenes? I’ve also never fought with a sword. Brawled. Fought from horseback. I have, however, held a blade, shot a gun, shot an arrow, rode a horse. I have a vague idea of how these things work, much like I have a working knowledge of sex in general.

So yes, research gets involved. Sometimes research is observational, sometimes it’s reading (there’s so much good stuff out there). I highly recommend video for combat scenes—find things that have the feel that you’re going for, then put yourself in the place of the character you want to write about. Practice. Work through the ideas of how things fit together, and what your character will (and will not!) know during the fight.

If you need to, stand up and block the scene by thinking about how you would experience it. What can you see, and what is out of sight? If someone is coming at you with a blade, what are your options? How do height differences affect you? Yes, I have asked friends and husband to help me block scenes. 

“Stand right there and show me what it looks like if you punch me. Okay, so if I do this then…” Yeah. It’s a thing. But it works.

When doing your research, remember that movie fighting (and hell, movie sex scenes) isn’t realistic. It’s meant to look good. For combat, if you can find re-enactments, or sparring videos, I highly recommend taking a look at those. 

Anyway, the point is: I don’t have to have shot someone, and I don’t have to have had gay sex in order to write about them. What I do need to know is how it feels emotionally to do those things, and I can extrapolate that from what I do know. I need to know enough about the details so I can get it right, and that’s where research will help me. Also, use language to create emotion. Because emotions are where we grab the reader, and how we pull them into the scene.

Combat and sex aren’t so different when it comes to writing, and the personal experience. Now, go forth and write!

[vivwritesfics]

Bleeding From The Storm

Chapter Two - Angel

After the death of his son, the head of the Dupont family wants his daughter protected. He moved her to Monaco, the safe zone, and has her protected by Charles Leclerc. Max Verstappen was never supposed to meet her. He didn't even know who she was. But he knew she was beautiful, and he knew he wanted to know more, much to the horror of Charles Leclerc.

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READ PLS: hello my lovelies!! So, if you're here from the first part, pls either reread or take note that I have removed all connection to the bianchi family -- the brother is called Louis and the last name is Dupont

Max returned to that spot time and time again. He drove past the café almost every day for his first week in Monaco. Sometimes his angel was there, sometimes she wasn't.

This time, though, when Max drove past, she was there. Sitting in the café with a fruity smoothie in front of her, wearing another sun dress. This time it was green, the skirt slightly shorter and little white flowers decorating it.

Max parked up around the corner. He straightened his tie and climbed out of his car. Always dressed in a suit just in case anybody needed him. Just in case his father called him back to work.

He walked past her, paying no mind as he stepped through the café doors. But then he stepped back, something between a smirk and a smile on his face as he walked towards her.

"Hi," he said, his hand on the back of the chair opposite her own. "Can I ask what you ordered? I'm hoping to get something sweet."

She knew not to talk to strangers. Even before the death of her brother, she had been taught how much danger she was in at all times. Normally Charles would be here to take care of it, to glare a the stranger until they moved away.

But Charles wasn't here. This is what she got for sneaking out.

Thank God this guy was cute. That shouldn't have been a reason to answer him, but she did. She held up her plastic cup and shook it slightly, answering him. "Strawberry banana," she said and put the straw to her lips. Max watched as the pink liquid moved up the straw. "It's incredibly sweet."

Max couldn't stop his smile from widening. He leaned against the chair in front of him now, not just resting his hands on it. "Is it as sweet as you?"

Oh, he was flirting with her.

She couldn't hide her embarrassment. Every time a mad had tried to flirt with her before, Charles had shut them down and scared them off.

But this man, well Charles wasn't there to scare him off. For the first time in her life a man was openly flirting with her. He was flirting with her and it was making het all bashful. And maybe a little bit shy.

He held his large hand out towards her. She couldn't help but take notice of the watch on his wrist. It was no doubt expensive, but that wasn't a surprise, considering where they were. "I'm Max," he said, keeping his hand stretched out.

She took it, but her grip was loose as she told him her name. "But everybody calls me Bunny."

"Bunny," he responded, listening to the way it rolled off of his tongue. He liked it, liked how it sounded. But, if everybody called her Bunny, Max needed something else. He looked at her, really looked at her. Looked at the way her hair fell around her shoulders, the way her fingers, nails painted to match her dress, wrapped around her plastic cups. Looked at the way her pink lips wrapped around her straw. "Angel. I think it's more fitting."

Before Max could say anything further, his phone beeped. Saving her, he couldn't help but think. "Well, Angel, I have to go," he said, standing up straight. "Can I see you again?" 

She smiled as she nodded. "You know where to find me," she said and sipped the rest of her drink.

Max looked at her once more and walked away, down the street and back to his car. For the last week Max had been waiting for his father to call him back to work and, now that he had, he didn't want to leave. 

Max disappeared and she was alone. She sipped her smoothie and returned to her small sketchbook, pencil moving against the page. 

Suddenly, somebody slipped into the seat opposite her. She looked up, hoping it was Max, returning to flirt with her some more. But she was met with disappointment.

"Oh, Arthur," she said when she looked at the youngest Leclerc brother. "Am I in trouble?"

Arthur let out a small laugh and furrowed her brows at her. "You sneak out too often to get into trouble, Bun," he replied as he looked around. 

"Not because I spoke to that guy?" She asked innocently. 

But Arthur's face dropped. He may have been younger than her, but he was still tasked with keeping her safe. "Do you remember what this guy looked like, Bunny?" He asked as he grabbed her sketchbook and pulled her from her chair. 

She nodded her head as Arthur led her down the street. "He was cute," she said and let out a little laugh. 

But Arthur wasn't laughing as he looked around the streets. "You know that's not what I meant," he replied as he led her into her apartment building. "You know you're not meant to talk to strangers."

He dragged her up the stairs and pulled her into her apartment. Arthur immediately sat her down and checked every crevice of the apartment. He grabbed the knife from the kitchen and checked inside of the bedroom. 

Nothing, her apartment was clear. 

"Fucking hell, Bunny," Arthur spat. "You had me terrified."

She pouted as she fiddled with her fingers. "He was flirting with me, 'thur. I think he really thought I was cute," she mumbled and laid herself down on the sofa, pulling her legs into her chest. 

Arthur released a breath from his nose as he looked down at her. "Of course he did, Bunny," he whispered and ran his fingers through her hair. "It's just... Charles and I don't know this person. We don't know if they can be trusted.”

She didn't reply.

Eventually Charles came to her apartment. When he let himself in, Arthur retreated to the kitchen. To 'make dinner', he had said. (But, something you should know about the Leclerc brothers is that neither of them could cook very well. Arthur stopped by his mothers every night for dinner and Charles wouldn't eat unless Bunny cooked for him).

The first thing Charles did was stride over to her. He sat on the end of the couch and looked down at her. "I'm not mad you snuck out," he said. Which, although it sounded like it, it wasn't a good sign. If it wasn't because of the sneaking out, he was mad about something else.

She didn't look at him, instead staring at her coffee table. There was a light layer on dust on it, and she made a mental note to clean it later. After this stupid conversation.

"But, Bunny, I need you to tell me who this guy is. Did he give you a name? Any indication of who she was?"

She'd made the mistake of telling Arthur something, she wasn't going to do it again. She tried her best to shrug her shoulders from the position she was sitting in, but it didn't much work. "He just asked what flavour my smoothie was," she said and sat up slightly.

She couldn't tell if Charles believed her or not. He simply let out a sigh and patted her leg. "Wanna get take out?" He asked softly. "We can kick Arthur out, share Chinese food and watch a movie. How does that sound, Bun?"

Her arms were folded over her chest as she sat up and looked at him. "Are you paying for it?" She asked through a pout.

"Yeah, Bun, I'll pay for it," he said and went to the kitchen to grab the menus. At the same time he kicked Arthur out of the apartment (grateful that he hadn't started cooking any sort of monstrosity yet).

Charles knew exactly what he was going to be ordering, but he still handed her the menu. She asked for the same thing every time, and this time was no different. He was on the phone, ordering food within minutes.

He couldn't concentrate on much through the movie. Charles watched her, but he couldn't help but think of some faceless stranger, snatching her in the middle of the night.

He'd let her get away with sneaking out, even if he hadn't meant to. But not again. There was no way Charles was going to let her out of his sight now.

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[keerysfreckles]

enough for you — MV1

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

summary: max finds himself at the losing end of a bar fight, and he has no where else to go but your own apartment.

warnings: she/her pronouns, google translated dutch, slight swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

a/n: idk how i feel abt this one..

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you haven't heard from max in years. the two of you had an awful falling out. years of you being best friends, turned into a budding relationship. only for it to be thrown away when you caught max with another girl in your apartment.

you hated him for it. you still do. since then you haven't spoken a single word to each other, and you were hoping to keep it that way.

nothing changed in your nightly routine as you re-heated left overs from lunch, and put on a classic romcom you found on netflix.

your life definitely changed when you and max stopped talking. charles and carlos stopped going to your apartment. you didn't hang out with lando or pierre as much anymore. most of the grid completely ghosted you, besides checo. he knew how hard it was for you to move on after max, he was there for you every step of the way.

your routine however was interrupted by a loud knock on your apartment door. you paused the movie, just as jane was about to show kevin all 27 bridesmaids dresses.

you look over your appearance quickly in your small hallway mirror before opening the door.

"what the hell are you doing here?" you snap.

max fucking verstappen was on the other side of the doorway. his knuckles dark red, stained with blood. his hair was messy, also containing remnants of blood. as if he wes running his fingers through it on the way here. a small bruise started to form underneath his eye, only going to grow in the next hour.

his shuddered breathing took over as he spoke, "i had no where else to go liefje." darling.

you immediately shook your head, "don't call me that."

all max did was look down, another thing seeming to go wrong for him tonight.

you open the door wider and step to the side, silently letting him in your apartment. all of the memories come flooding back with every step he takes, in the space he used to live.

you ordered him to wait in your bedroom while you went in the opposite direction, torwards your bathroom.

you grabbed everything you could; wipes, bandaids, disinfectant. you quickly went back to the kitchen to grab an ice pack for his growing bruise.

"het spijt me, liefje," i'm sorry darling his voice is raspy when you sit beside him on your bed.

you don't respond at first, thinking of the right words to say. you simply hand him the icepack as you start cleaning his left hand.

after moments of silence, your curiosity gets the best of you. "what happened?" you ask.

his adams apple bobs, before he takes a deep breath. "these guys at the bar i was at were talking about you."

your eyebrows furrorw, "me? why would strangers be talking about me?"

max turns to face you more snd shrugged, "one of them mentioned being on a date with you, and all they could think about was," he pauses. you stop your movements and look max in the eyes, encouraging him to go on. "he kept saying how much of a bang you'd be."

you and max both grimace. you knew what he was reffering to though. you were planning on going on a date later in the week with a guy you met from one of your friends. you make a mental note to yourself to stand up the asshole.

"so why did you get into a fight?" you continue wiping the blood from his knuckles, hearing him hiss before he spoke again.

"i couldn't just sit there while he was talking so badly of you. so i asked to talk to him outside, and i tried defending you. i really did."

you run your fingers over his hand, calming him before he starts to ramble.

he continues, "it was no use though. he obviously won," he sighs, his shoulders dropping.

you still couldn't believe the words that came out of max's mouth. even after years of silence between you two, he proved he would still do anything for you. you couldn't help but let your heart beat for him.

his eyes land on your intertwined hands. "i've missed you liefje." his voice is quiet, and you think you've heard him incorrectly at first.

you chuckle drly. "don't. don't do that max."

he brings his hand away from yours. "what? i can't be honest with you anymore?"

you shake your head for the second time tonight, starting to get tired of max's moodswings again.

you don't know why you let max in again in the first place. in your apartment, and in your heart. maybe you thought he changed, but that wasn't the case.

you throw the supplies down in your bathroom, not caring where they land in the process.

"get out," you storm into your room.

silently, max stands and heads in the direction of your front door.

"glad to know you haven't changed," he mumbles, probably thinking you dont hear him.

"excuse me?"

he turns, right before he was about to leave from your life again.

"you were never one to deal with change. when my feelings started changing about you, you threw me out."

you can't help but laugh, "no, no! that is not what happened. you cheated on me after i told you i wasn't ready to move to monaco with you."

max rolls his eyes, only irritating you more.

you move around him to open the door, "get out," you demand again.

he does as you say, rubbing his hands over his face and sighs.

"i've never stopped loving you," he states, just before you slam the door in his face.

you shake your head once again, but he continues.

"i still care about you, and i know you still care about me. you wouldn't have let me in tonight if you didn't."

"just leave max," the irritation starts making it's way to your throat, making your words tight.

max shakes his head, "i can't leave knowing damn well i want you in my life again."

"what if i don't want you in mine?"

max places his hands on his hips, "we both know that's a lie."

"wha–"

max points behind you, "you still have the tv stand you and i put together right after we started dating."

you're about to tell him to leave again, but he continues.

"in your room, you still had the paintings we made on our third date after we both got drunk. your shoes are still organized by color, thanks to my doing. you still have the ice pack i gave you when you hit your head at my place trying to cheer me up after a bad race."

you're at a loss for words, speechless because of max's confession.

"i still love you liefje, and i don't think i can ever stop." his voice cracks. once you don't answer his shoulders drop again. you watch him finally leave your doorway, walking into the rain that started to drop from dark clouds.

you cover your face, contemplating what you should do. part of you wants to close your door. to let max out of your life once and for all. but the other part of you wants to run to him. to hold him again.

you run out of your apartment, without shoes and without a jacket. you weren't entirely sure what you were doing, or what you were going to say. but you couldn't turn around now, you were already grabbing on his arm.

"you remember those things?"

max is quiet, looking down at you. you wonder what he could be thinking. but right now you can't help but make a fool of yourself.

you start to ramble, as your words come out rushed.

"max you know i can't leave you. i– i just can't. you cross my mind more times than i want to admit. i don't hate you, and i don't want you to leave. sometimes i turn on a race just to know if you're still doing okay. i haven't lived my life properly since you left. and yes max, i know i'm supposed to be mad at you, but truth is i can't."

you finally stop to take a full breath, and you make eye contact with max again. you see the small smirk resting on his face. his now wet hair was causing water droplets to drip down his forehead and onto his nose.

"are you just gonna stand there and make me continue rambling?" you wipe the rain from your eyes.

max shrugs with a playfulness hidden behind his words, "yeah, it's kind of cute seeing you flustered."

a blush rises to your cheeks, at his next words.

"it just makes me want to kiss you more."

within 2 seconds, max's hands cup your cheeks before he connects his lips to yours. you grab onto his wrists gently, stabilizing yourself. you've missed his lips more than you want to admit. the softness of his lips is contradicting to your own chapped ones.

you move your hands to his hair, gripping at the short strands towards the back of his neck. a beautiful throaty groan fills your mouth, and god you've never wanted to be closer to him than you are right now.

[sterredem]

Pretty Boy

Oscar piastri x Famous!Reader

Face claim: random girls on Pinterest

Summery: When Oscar meets a pretty girl he is interested in her and decides to shoot his shot.

Word count: 938

A/N: Sooo this is my first fix. I am very nervous but I hope you like it! I know I made the polls and the results were completely different from this but I need to do a lot of research for that one so I thought that this could be fun.

Also this could be red with everything in mind. It is a female reader but you can read it with whatever job you want!

I did make it with a European singer in mind but chose what you want!

Please give feedback or comment!

Extra info for fic: the note, Insta DM’s

Y/n always felt like she was being watched. Whenever it was by her friends, paparazzi, fans or just people walking by it didn’t matter. She felt it.

But this time it was different, she didn’t know who was swatching her, normally she could figure it out really quick who was watching but now… she just couldn’t figure it out. And it also felt different then normally, this time it didn’t feel like they wanted something from her. Everyone always wanted something from her; a picture, money, publicity anything really. But no this time it felt different. The ‘stare’ felt more caring (for all she could know because stares don’t really have feelings) it felt more intense but in a good way, like they were zoned out or something. But she didn’t know who was watching her or why.

So because she couldn’t figure it out she turend back to het coffee and her work. She took a moment to look around in the cafe to look at if she can see who was staring at her. But she couldn’t figure it out.

Wat she did saw was a very handsome man talking with who she presumed to be his friends. He had brown fluffy hair and brown eyes. She had to admit he looked really pretty.

But now that she was thinking he did look away when she looked at him. And then she realized, he was the person that was ‘staring’ at her. Now she was actually thinking, that was pretty creepy.

But ignoring all that she decided that her work is more important than the pretty boy staring at her. So she turned back to het coffee and work… again.

Meanwhile Oscar or better known as ‘the pretty boy’ was star struck. Not because he knew she was famous no, but because of her beauty. She was the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes so he couldn’t help but stare at her.

But when she turned around he knew he was caught and quickly turened around back to Lando.

Because if he was being honest it was pretty creeping with him staring at her. He just hoped she wouldn’t find it to creepy.

“Hey you okay mate?” Lando asked after Oscar spaced out for a long time.

“Huh what?” He asked still in a daze from the beautiful girl.

“Are you okay? You were liked zoned out or something.” Lando said a bit confused with how his friend was acting.

“Oh yeah I am fine. Just got distracted.” Oscar said now focusing back on the conversation.

“Okay… you sure? What got you so distracted?” Lando asked with a teasing smile.

“Oh nothing important.” Oscar said blushing a little.

“Okay I will drop it. But if you want to talk about it I’m always here.” Lando said now becoming a little more serious again. “Zak will be here in a minute so if I where you I would figure the distraction out before it becomes a problem.”

“Yeah okay, okay I will. Just wait one second okay?” Oscar said already coming up with a plan to speak with the gorgeous girl.

“Yeah, yeah okay I’ll cover for you if it takes too long” Lando said preparing to cover for his teammate.

Oscar walked away to the bar and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and write something on it.

He then waited for her to go to the bathroom (no he is not a stalker) and then walked to her table and put the piece of paper down by her work stuff and walked back to his table just in time for her to get back and for Zak and a few other members of McLaren to come into the cafe.

When y/n came back to het table from the bathroom she saw the pretty boy walking away and she saw a piece of paper on her table.

She unfolded the paper and smiled at what stood there, she grabbed her phone and goes to her instagram.

She took a quick Look at the note again.

Hey, sorry if this is a bit weird but I think you are really pretty and would like to talk some time. Btw: sorry if the staring was a bit creepy didn’t meen to stare :) if you want to talk you can just DM me on instagram. My user on there is: JackOP81.

She smiled at the note again and logged in on to her alt account and searched the user name. She followed it after she had found it and DM’d him.

Hey coffee shop guy! This is the girl you gave the note to. I am guessing your name is Jack? So hi! I would also like to get to know you.

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Pop Crave: @_Y/n_y/l/n seen in cafe working on something new? Possibly new content? We are excited to see what is going to come from this!

Comments:

User1: OMG I AM SO EXCITED FOR NEW CONTENT!

User2: This is so disrespectful! You are basically stalking her!

User3: that’s so true! It is always so disrespectful erom where they take pictures!

User4: ew not her again

User5: why are you being so mean? She is amazing!

User6: YES I LOVE HER!!!

User7: Wait weren’t Oscar and Lando there?

User8: OMG YOU ARE RIGHT!

User9: it is probably nothing! They have never been seen together! We don’t even know is y/n like F1!

JackOP81: @_not_y/n this you

Not_y/n: well we seem to both learn something new!

Would you guys like a 2nd part?

Pls comment, like or repost if you enjoyed it! And let me know any thoughts and feedback!

[mimisplayground]

Plz for the love of all things holy give us the argenthill posts I will actually lose my mind

Being sandwiched between them while they give each other attention, whining and mumbling complaints when they kiss each other.

Because they aren’t even trying to be subtle about the way they’re teasing you. Grinning down at you and chuckling when you say “my turn…” when they keep giving each other little pecks on the lips.

And if you want attention so bad, shouldn’t you get it? Thats why both of their hands are on you quickly. Why suddenly you went from watching them kiss to yelping when Boothill nips at your tongue with his sharp teeth. Argenti chuckling when you grip onto him to ground yourself.

And Argenti is just worshipping you. Down on his knees and putting his mouth to work quickly. Ridding you of your pants and undergarments with urgency.

“Look at ‘im sweetheart” Boothill teases, kissing down your throat while he hears your whines when the knight suckles at a particularly sensitive spot. Holding you sit when you jolt at the tongue being laved against you.

Argenti just lets out the loudest groan when your hands instinctively begin to grasp at the red hair. Leading you to bucking your hips into his face even more. And you feel him spelling something out with his tongue, but your brain just feels too melty to figure out what.

The cowboys fingers travel, touching any inch of skin they can find, and chilling you when he finally decides on abusing your nipples while he nips at your shoulders.

When you finally cum its with a shout, legs lifting and clamping around Argenti’s head while your hands scramble to het a tight grip on Boothill.

You feel the knight stand, but your vision is blurry and all you can give is a huff when he pats your face and mumbles your praises.

And you can’t help but be much more appreciative of it when your vision clears and you see Boothill licking the redheads face clean before making out with the man.

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HOPE THIS WAS GOOD SRY FOR THE WAIT I HAVE NO EXCUSE I JUST FORGET I WRITE FANFICS SOMETIMES AND READ FOR HOURS BEFORE I REMEMBER…

[dancermk]

I’m a little disappointed to see so much discourse, fandom competitiveness, and plain arguing going around at the moment in regards to queer film/TV. People complaining about too much sex, not enough sex, too cheesy, made for the hets, too happy, too sad, too realistic, too unrealistic, and a million other petty issues. I, for one, am a queer person in my 50s and I grew up with practically zero representation! Yes, we want to continue onwards and upwards with quality and varied shows BUT let’s be HAPPY we now have representation! Like, actual shows where the central characters are queer, not just a side character who gets f*cking murdered! There is room for all different types of representation - so enjoy the types you like, and let others enjoy what they like.

And on a side note: progress is progress and film/tv is a business that has to turn a profit! If some queer content is made to appeal to the straight community, and will also act as a means of reducing homophobia and increasing understanding, then that’s a good thing. That means in the future more and more content will include queer stories and representation. If only 10% (ish) of the population is the maximum target audience then shows won’t keep getting made!

There is a huge backlash all over the world right now - a “push back” by conservatives and religious groups that want to wind back the clock, and specifically the last decade of advances.

So stick together queers and LGBTQIA+ allies.

I’m super happy knowing I don’t have to wait years between content anymore. And I’ve loved all different types of shows over the last 5 years, for lots of different reasons!

Interview with the Vampire - is giving me the toxic, passionate gothic love affair I’ve always wanted. And addressing interracial relationships.

Heartstopper - is filling me up with pure joy and hopefulness for the future.

Shameless - gave me Ian and Mickey - unique, anti stereotypical gays with a tragic yet ultimately beautiful love story spanning 11 years

Lone Star 911 - is giving me TK and Carlos whose sexuality barely factors into the storyline! Yay!

Looking - gave me an authentic queer experience and an intoxicating love triangle.

Red, white and Royal Blue - gave me a sweet, cute romcom that allowed reality to be sidelined. Fun escapism!

Young Royals - had me captivated by first love and intense angst.

Fire Island - an underrated romcom that made me laugh so hard I cried.

Sex education - shoved the realities of sex in our faces and provided me with laughter and drama and a range of queer identities.

Gentlemen Jack -gave me historical lesbians with spectacular wit, and feminine power.

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg- because there’s SO SO SO many more shows I could mention! Don’t at me because I didn’t mention YOUR favourite. This is my point! There is SO much great content it would take all day for me to include everything. This is just a sample - and that’s f*cking brilliant!!

So maybe we could all start posting/tweeting etc about what WE DO LIKE / LOVE / MAKES US FEEL LOVED AND SEEN and put down the device if we’ve got nothing nice to say.

Sending everyone a love filled week! 💜

[twopoppies]

Are the any new fics (within the last couple months) that are good? I’m in a reading drought and I feel like I’ve read every Larry fic there is :( I got so desperate I even thought about looking into f/m fics..

NOOOOO NOT THE HET FICS. DON’T DO IT. 😆

I think I’m just going to use your ask to post my year-end favorite fics. Hope you don’t mind.

It’s been a tough year for me, and I haven’t gotten to read a ton, but these are all excellent.

Secrets, Santa? By @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 19K) disaster gay Harry in all his bumbling, endearing glory still manages to make his incredibly hot boss (Louis) fall for him. This one has snappy dialogue, great internal monologue, and scorching smut. I’d expect nothing less from this author.

your lips in the low light by etherealbliss / @givesuethemoon (E, 21K) It’s been a long time since I read a Larry Uni AU, and this one checked all the boxes. This author managed to really capture the immaturity and obsessive emotions of university age lovers arguing and breaking up, and making each other jealous, and fucking and fighting some more, and ultimately making up. Harry is bratty and sensitive and Louis is dense and long-suffering and they’re perfect for each other.

Scorpions et Madragores by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter (E, 23K) Read the tags and author’s note on this one because there are some themes that could be triggering. This is a dark fic and Harry is a pretty creepy vampire, but the story is very well told and there’s a happy ending.

2 a.m. texts by everysingleday / @sun-lt (T, 30K) This was very sweet and very funny and had just enough sexiness (although I wouldn’t have minded more. LOL!) Link is to a download.

The Doppel Effect by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (T, 6K) the concept for this fic was so original and a really compelling read, I can’t help but hope the author gets inspired to continue this ‘verse.

Danger I Can’t Hide by CelticSky (E, 227K) This one’s got all the tension and drama you’d expect of a World War II story—life and death high stakes, friends and lovers unexpectedly torn apart, battles and heroism, plus the added stakes of classism and homophobia—then add a slow burn, high risk, scorching love affair spanning years. If you want a story that’s complex and fantastically researched, plus lovers to root for, read it. It’s long. But I couldn’t put it down. When I finally did, I picked it right back up and read it twice more. It’s that good.

one conversation by fondleeds (NR, 1K) This really is just a couple of scenes, and the story is open-ended, but, if for no other reason, read it for the beautiful way the sentences flow. My notes on every fic of theirs begin with: “I wish I could write like this.”

Night Shift by banaanipoika (E, 9K) This was incredibly sexy and beautifully written. I loved that there was such a unique setting with so much descriptive language making me feel like I could smell and feel everything in that hospital room.

On The Pull by @homosociallyyours (E, 4K) Short, but really sexy and just the right amount of bittersweet and hopeful. Loved the characterizations and the smooth writing. So few people write canon Larry these days so this was a nice change of pace.

Devil in my brain, whispering my name by @lunarheslwt (E, 9K) i i thought this author struck a great balance between the dirtiness of a demon defiling an angel and the way the angel gave in to his desire to be defiled. Super sexy.

pull you closer (kiss me harder) by @sunshineandthemoonlight (E, 6K) This was absolutely beautiful — just the perfect amount of tension and wistfulness to make me tear up. But then it was sexy and full of hope at the end. I loved how Louis supported Harry and gave him exactly what he needed (and really, H gave Louis what he needed, too).

[alotofpockets]

A piece of home | Kerstin Casparij x Dutch!Reader

Where you're studying in Manchester and find a piece of home in Kerstin.

(Dutch / -English translation-) & @totaly-obsessed thank you for proofreading!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.2k

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As you settle in one of your favourite coffee shops, you put on your headphones and get your books and notes out of your bag. You had a big exam coming up, and you were planning on spending the morning here studying for it. 

A soft tap on your shoulder is what interrupts your deep focus. You turn, and are met with the hopeful gaze of a girl. Adjusting one side of your noise-cancelling headphones you acknowledge her presence. “Hey, sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if I could sit here.” She points to the seat opposed to you. “The rest of the place is packed.” Glancing around, you realise for the first time how busy it had gotten since you had sat down about an hour ago.

“Sure, take a seat.” You smile softly at her, and move some of your books to the side. She places her coffee order on the table, “Thank you, and I promise I won’t distract you again.” You chuckle and shake your head, “You’re fine, don’t worry.” 

With your headphones back on, you block out the noise in the shop again, and focus back on your notes. The girl in front of you had opened up her laptop, and was intensely watching the screen, and taking notes from time to time. A part of you wondered what you were doing, but she was just a stranger that wanted to sit down in the last empty seat in the coffee shop, and you were just the kind stranger that allowed her to. So, you push the thought to the back of your mind, and flip the page of your notebook to continue reading your notes. 

The soft buzzing of your phone on the table is the next cause of your focus leaving your school work. Flipping the phone, you smiled at the name that popped up on your screen. Your little sister pulling a silly face covers your screen as you pick up the facetime call. “Hey kleintje.” -Hey little one.- You say with a big smile on your face, “Ik ben aan het leren in een café dus ik kan niet lang bellen, maar hoe was school?” -I’m studying in a coffee shop, so I can’t call long, but how was school?-  Since you moved to Manchester to study abroad, you have called with her every single day. Your mom had been nervous to have another kid so long after she had you at eighteen. The age difference between you and your sister was twelve years, but she was your little best friend from day one. You listen to your sister tell you about her day, before you hang up the phone again, with the promise to call her for longer later that day. 

You look up to find the girl in front of you looking at you. She blushes when she realises you caught her looking. “Sorry, ik probeerde niet te luisteren, maar het is goed om Nederlands te horen tussen al deze Engelse mensen.” -Sorry, i didn’t mean to listen, but it’s so good to hear Dutch amongst all these English people.- You hadn’t expected her to start talking in Dutch and were taken back slightly, before your smile grew. “Zeg dat wel, wat toevallig dat je nou net bij mij komt zitten” -You can say so, what a coincidence that you came to sit with me.-  You laugh at the coincidence, before introducing yourselves to each other. 

Your books and her laptop were long forgotten, as you got to know each other. Kerstin ordered the both of you another coffee, and a few croissants for lunch. 

Over the next couple of months you found a piece of home in each other. You often found yourselves back at the coffee shop where you met, the shop where your love story began. It had become a part of your routine, you would study, and she would analyse matches. Having found out what she was doing on her laptop after all.

Kerstin was going to national team camp back in your home country, which was perfectly timed with your week off and week of online classes, so you headed back home with her with the plan to meet each other’s families for the first time.

While she had to meet her teammates for camp right away, you went home to your family. You opened the front door with your key, and not two seconds later your little sister jumped into your arms. “Je bent thuis!” -You’re home!- You hold her tight, “Ik heb jou ook gemist, kleintje." -I’ve missed you too little one.- It was nice being able to catch up with your sister, mom and stepdad a little before you would introduce them to your girlfriend.

After two days of training, Kerstin had a day off. You took the train and met her in Utrecht, where you spent some time together, before you headed off to meet her family first since she hadn’t seen them since she got here. 

Her home felt warm, and comfortable from the moment you stepped inside and were welcomed by her parents and two brother’s with open arms. The nerves you had felt on the way here vanished instantly at how great they were. You got to know them over a home-cooked dinner, and a few boardgames after. When it was time to head to bed, you felt like you had known her family for years.

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After a lovely breakfast with her family, you made the trip back to your place. This time bringing Kerstin along. With your girlfriend’s hand in yours, you let her into your home. She was welcomed just as warmly into your family as you were into hers. It made you really happy, especially since she was the first girl you had ever brought home to meet them. 

Kerstin’s bubbly personality was a perfect match for the ball of energy that was your sister. You were watching them interact with each other. Your mom noticed the loving look in your eyes and nudged you slightly, “Dat zet je aan het denken, hè?” -Makes you think, right?- Her comment brought a blush to your cheeks, and made the butterflies in your stomach spring into action. 

With a match to play in Breda, Kerstin had invited your family to watch the match in the family and friend’s section. She has also asked your sister if she wanted to walk onto the field with her.

You were grateful for the fans that had filmed the interactions between Kerstin and your sister, and had posted them on TikTok. They were in your favourites folder, and you were watching them on repeat back in your apartment. You were so focussed on them, that you didn’t hear Kerstin walk up behind you and watch over your shoulder. 

“Hoe vaak was dat?” -How many times was that?- You turn around instantly with widened eyes. Kerstin’s smirk grows when your face looks like you felt caught. “You’re cute. Ik hou van je.” -I love you- She places a soft kiss on your lips. “Ik hou ook van jou.” -I love you too.- 

She sits down beside you, and you cuddle into her side. “Klaar om je zusje te bellen?” -Ready to call your sister?-

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[andreaheartscats]

Ellie x fem reader (fluff/comfort.)

You and Ellie have been dating for two years now, the bond was strong between you two.

Today you went shopping for jeans with her. You hated going shopping for jeans but you needed some new jeans and clothes. You couldn't avoid this forever after all.

Right now, you were in the changing room, about to try on one pair of jeans you had picked out while Ellie was waiting outside.

You took a deep breath and let it out as yoh began to change into the jeans you picked out. Once you put them on, you looked in thr mirror. You hated them.

Not just the jeans, but the way the fit you. You hated it. That's why you avoid going shopping for clothes, cause it always makes you more self aware of your body.

Ellie knew about your struggles tho, but she never pushed you into talking with het about it too much since it was a sensetive topic for you.

Tears swelled in the corner of your eyes as you took a deep breath in and then out trying to calm down. To some people it wasn't that big of a deal, but for you. It was, and Ellie understood that.

"hey babe, you done yet? i wanna see you."

you heard Ellie from the outside as you quickly calmed down.

"yeah, just a second!"

you said back as you took one last look into the mirror.

As you opend the changing room door Ellie instantly smiled when she saw you. Then she took a better look at your face and saw that you were upset.

You couldn't fool her, she knew you all too well to be fooled by that fake smile of yours.

"they look amazing on you."

She said as she looked you up and down with a grin on her face.

Ellie was trying to lift your mood up but it obviously didn't work. You just sighed and stood there uncomfortably.

"hey, if you don't feel good in them you don't have to get them. we can look some more if you want?"

Ellie said softly as she lifted your chin up to look at her. Gosh, the things she made you feel.

"i don't know Ellie, they are comfortable and all but... they just don't look good on me."

Ellie just laughed a little, you were confused? Was she laughing at you?was it the way those jeans looked on you?

"Are you serious? You look absolutely beautiful babe, no matter what you wear you'll alwalys look stunning."

Ellie said as she gently caressed your cheek with her thumb.

You could almost feel yourself tear up, she always had a way to make you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

"aw, Ellie! i love you so much thats so sweet"

"i love you too. So are we gonna buy you those jeans to rock them or what?"

Ellie said with a smile on her face when she sae your eyes lit up, you nodded at het and changed back as you left the changing room.

You were walking hand in hand with Ellie to the register, proud of yourself and loved by Ellie.

a/n: this is so random but like, i don't really care LOL. hope yall liked it and obvs it's not proofread duh. Sorry for any grammer mistakes tho. LUV YALL BAI <3 !

[sukioyakio]

PUNK!MIGUEL x SHY!reader (female)

just had to do it,and it was in my drafts the more I see it the more I had to finish it.

Warning: people cursing,”bully”,sexual stuff,GOOGLE Spanish,if there anymore then you been warned.

An: I got this idea from : THIS

ANYWAY I DID NOT proread this,nor edits.

word count: 2.2k

Why do you like Bullying Me”

it was another day of being in school with her “bully”,(it an Friday morning) as she was putting away her books in her locker door,she didn’t notice punk!miguel coming behind her,as she was just minding het business ,she felt someone breath on her ear “hello” that little movement,

that caused her to jump and looked around to see punk!miguel with an playful smirk and his ionic punk jacket saying “NO future” and 2099,and his outfit ,as she grumbled,she wanted to leave and be alone,but punk!miguel seem to read her mind and had other plans and pin her against her locker.He enjoyed seeing her expression,she starts to squirm around him body,but he held her in place,

“Now come on,conejito is that how you say hello,hmm?”he says towards her ear,as he voice is low and playful,as one of his hands touches her hair softly,and looking at her face

All she wanted to do that moment is get away from him,this was torture for her,she couldn’t stop squirming around on his gaze,and her breathing were getting heavy,she felt like she was going to cry.

“hmm?aww come on,is the little conejito scare of me,or is it that love it when I’m this close?”he says that with an playful smirk on his face and his eyes looking at her face,looking at the little details on her face,as he continues to touch her hair,he is just teasing her.

“I-Ii-I’m not s-scared,and. . n-no.Would..you p-please. .leave m..m-me alone” she says as she stutters,and her voice sounds nervous and shy,as she turns her head away from his gaze,and her hands are place on his chest as she tries to push him away,as her lips were stumbling,and she could feel his breath on her.

“oh really?hmm your not scared of me,aww it seem like the conejito finally grew up..of course I let you go,if you can look at me in the eye”he says with an amuse grin,and looks start at her eyes.

As she mumbled something under her breath and slowly turned her head towards his face and looked at his eyes,as much as she wanted to leave,she stare at him for an good minute,and then left him.

it was science/biology class and the teacher decided to put students in assign seats,she was really hoping it wasn’t going to be punk!miguel,but fate had other plans,”punk!miguel and shy!reader are sitting together as an assign seats for the rest of the quarter,and don’t you dare bother the class today punk!miguel”the teacher said to him,only for him stick out his tongue and put up his middle finger towards him,”oh please,you might as well suck my dick,like why the fuck do you try to be intimidating,”he says with his eyes roll,and his cocky voice,as he already know that he’s is going to have an another detention,as he walked towards reader and reader had no say as Miguel sat next to her with an chuckle at her expression,some of the girls were always giving reader the dirty looks,because of how punk!miguel would always be next to her,but to her it was just him being annoying and playing with her.

As he sat down next to her,the second he sat next to her she tried to ignore him,but punk!miguel would just pinch her check or poke her nose,shoulder more then one time,to says she wasn’t an sensitive person,she was an sensitive person,as she was just trying to listen to the lesson the teacher was teaching.

“¿Cuándo me dejarás ver esa sonrisa, esa hermosa sonrisa?you know maybe instead of being such an nerd,you should just come with me to an party that one of my friends are hosting?he whispers into her ears,as he chuckles at her reaction,she basically jumped off that,she was sure that had 50 different shades of red painted on her face.

(translated from English: When will you let me see that smile, that beautiful smile?)

It was the end of class and shy!reader went straight out of class.

Her best friend MJ was running towards her with an beaming smile,right before shy!reader could see who was running towards her way,she get into MJ tight hugs.

“Heyyyy girl!! MJ says with a little laugh,as shy!reader was trying to speak but knowing MJ her strength wasn’t likely to ignore.

“H-hey. . . MJ c-cc-ould you please let me go” shy!reader says gently,as she was trying to get some air.

“Oh sorry my bad,hehehe” MJ let go of reader and make an awkward chuckle.

As the two of them were talking about their lives,MJ remembered what she wanted to ask her about.

“Soo reader I really want to ask you this,but knowing you your going to say no about it,but I’m still going ask you either way”MJ says in an playful way to shy!reader,as shy!reader raises an eyebrow in question of what MJ is going to ask her about.

AFTERWARDS 

She was just in the music room,humming a music sound,as she was writing a song lyrics to sing and practice on.

Punk!miguel who walked on her singing,and was quite amused to see the little shy girl singing,and smirk while looking at her,noticing that she still hasn’t noticed that he was there.

As he started to walk quietly towards to shy!reader.Not a sound could be heard.

“BOO” 

An loud scream was heard from her as her covered her head with her hands.As some tears were rolling down her eyes,as punk!miguel didn’t notice that she was crying,as he chuckles at her reactions.

As tear were falling down her face.Breathing was getting more heavy.Her lips were trembling.

While punk!miguel was laughing his ass out,as he was making an joke about her being such an shy little baby.He didn’t realize that shy!reader was crying.

Until he hear an hiccup from her body.

He stop laughing and look at her,to only see her face with tears steaming down her cheeks and here checks becoming red as well with her nose.

He feel so fucking guilty.

“W-w..why . .do..y-yy-You like. .to bully. . .Me” shy!reader says to him,as she sniffs her nose and hiccups every now or then,as more streams of tears are falling out of her eyes lids.She doesn’t want to see punk!miguel or see his glaze.So  she doesn’t look at him.

Punk!miguel was confused about shy!read was saying “bullying her?”.As he tries to talk to her but he can’t get anything out,(to him she will always look fucking adorable,his adorable little conejito).

As he step forward towards her,as shy!read takes an step backwards,They keep doing this until shy!reader bumps against,to only get trap by punk!miguel.

Still tears are flowing through her eyes,as her little nose is red and her glasses are cloudy by her heavy breathing.

“No me gusta cuando lloras, especialmente cuando te hago llorar, pero ¿por qué debes ser tan jodidamente lindo en todos los aspectos?Why I like to bully you?”

She looks at him with her red checks and her red nose,as he let his head lay on her shoulder,he just breath softly,leaving the poor little girl confused.

“Why do I like to Bully You?”He whispers into her ears in a gentle yet with his cocky voice,and then he goes to look at her in the eyes. 

“If you think of my affection as bully then I’ll take it,cuz it only mean I’m target you and only you.it funny to hear you think that I bully you. ¿Cuánto tiempo vas a ver eso?” He says in a soft tone,as he leans against your forehead.looking you deeply into your doe eyes.

(English translation: how long are you going to see that?)

Her eyes widen to his action,her lips trembling and stumbling in words,as the words were shared into body language.She knew what you we’re finally saying

“I love you,for who you are no can change that”

“H-h..how do I-Ii -I  know your not l-l-lying”

She says with a stutter and an hiccup to add to that.As she can feel his warm hands careless her cheek,wiping off some of her tears.Hearing him breathe softly,caused her breathing to slow down.

“Cause,if I have loss interest I wouldn’t try to do this much to be next to you,Mi Corazón”he says as he leans close to her lips,while looking at you making sure you weren’t uncomfortable,after all he can be an gentleman sometimes.But he was glad he didn’t see no uncomfort from her,and so he went in.

Kissing you in a soft embrace and passionate kiss,His soft lips were on her,as she relaxed,but still is shocked by it.She was inexperienced with all of this.Punk!miguel could tell,he already knew that this will be your first kiss. . . ever.And he wasn’t going to let that chance go.Something about being your first,made him happy,and he will make sure that he will be your first everything. . . Everything.

He softly careless your chin,as he looks at you with admiration.Your lips were soft and sweet,something he will definitely get addicted to,he will wanted to go far to the edge but he will be patient when the time is right.

He pull away from with as you can get air from that kiss.He chuckles at your reaction,your face and ear were red and due to you crying your nose was nose.It made you look like a bunny.

Before he could say anything,she ran out the door.Embarrassed is what he thought that cause her to ran away.As he stood there in confusion.

Later in the day

she was on the phone with MJ, and she ranted about what happened with punk!Miguel,and was a blushing mess about it all.Her shy little mind couldn’t handle.

“Oh my god!!I support you guysss,not saying I didn’t ship you two before”MJ says with a playful smile and excitement about hearing about your little interaction.

“But I-i don’t know if this is all a lie,or I’m just MJ chimes in. “Overthinking but if it all a game to him,don’t worry I’ll be the one who personally give him an entire restart”she added to it in a playful but sightly serious tone.

MJ is the only person she isn’t all that shy with.And Is the only person she trusts and know that she can rely on.She makes her laughs out loud.And reminds to be tough (she fails horribly).MJ treats her like her own child but also treats her like a younger sister.

“That the l-last thing I want MJ,but what w-wa-was the thing you wanted to ask me about” she says in an soft gentle voice,curious about what she wanted to ask her.

“OHH!! Yea I wanted to ask you if you can come with me to this big party that going on this  weekend.And plus it an Friday today,and there no school on Monday and Tuesday for next week,so what do you say PLSSSSS” MJ says with an gentle and calm voice,but knowing shy!reader doesn’t like these type of things,and sounds desperate at the last part.

“I-I-ii” Shy!reader grumbles as she looks at her planner with everything she needs to do.But then again she deserves an  break sometimes.Before she could get to talk she get interrupted by MJ.

“PLEASE!!,Gurl you never take a break from being the worlds expert nerd on stuff,please”she says with an  desperate voice,she never say’s desperate to anyone.MJ is an tough person who,you would never seems to be desperate for anything.As shy!reader made an loud sigh.And said to MJ.

“F-ff.…-fine I’ll go with you” she says with a pout.As she could hear her MJ yelling YES!!

You guys talked after that for an hour,Talking about how everyone should be take off their phones and help the earth (cause climate change isn’t an joke anymore 💀😭 Florida is going to get flooded😃😭),Taking about the trends,talking about MJ little crush on peter.But then after that hour you went to bed.

“Is this party even wroth going”

Punk!miguel who was smoking outside of his house,in the balcony.He inhales it and after an few seconds he blows it out,creating an trail of smoke in the air.He was daydream about you in the night sky how convenient he was.He never thought he would be in love,he always hated those love shit people would be for someone.But now look at him daydreaming about the girl he fucking lives rent free.And how he meet you,the shy little girl.

You bumped into him While running to make in time to your other class.He was already pissed off that day.The last thing he needed was someone to bump into him,but that was exactly what he got.You bumped into his back,but you didn’t see that,all you know that it was something strong and tough,as fell on your butt.

“Fucking watch where you going, Perra estúpida, ¿no puedes ver por dónde caminas?”he says coldly as he turn away to see your little body.As your doe eyes look at him,Like an deer in highlight,all scared.As he just look at you with an amused smirk on his lips.As you got up,as you lower your head down.

“S-s-sorry..I-I’m s-ss-sorry for that,Please f-f..-forgive me”you say in nervousness and wouldn’t stop stuttering.Your voice were the thing punk!miguel would love to hear you.As you look up at him with forgiveness.As he lean towards you hovering you,looking down at you with an playfulness of an smirk.

“¿Quién diría que en esta escuela permiten un conejito así donde podrían comerte,easily?” 

He says to himself but intentionally said it out loud enough for you to hear,but seeing your confused expression was enough for him to enjoy having fun with his little conefjito.

(English translation: Who knew that they allow such an bunny in this school where they could eat you up)

IM DONE I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE it The quote by my friend: “MONEY can buy happiness”

this MJ is very much fucking off the real one,but I like.

✌️

[number1escfan]

Blah blah blah

Idk what to put there

Warnings:anxiety mentioned, shaking, not eating

Summary:so uh you were picked to represent your country for Eurovision but anxiety gets the best of you and you freak out but joost calms you down

Authors note:FINALLY THE SWEET RELIEF OF DEATH jk but I’m done with this after a day??? I was working on something else and that didn’t work so you guys get this instead hope you enjoy!!!

Ever since you got picked for representing your country you’ve been under a lot of pressure and stress like how is my costume gonna look like? What is my performance gonna be? What will my song sound like?

Joost told you to stop worrying 3 days before you preform it helped for a while but you still so worried and nervous when the day comes you can’t find your concealer in your dressing room so you went to go check in joosts.

Hey joost? Ja mijn schat? (yes my love?) have you seen my concealer, I think I left it here the other day for rehearsals. Concealer? Joost said in confusion um it’s something for my face, oh! it looks like this *you pull out a photo on your phone* ohhh this thing? Joost pulls out your concealer from his drawer

Yes! Thank you joost, you gave him a smooch on the cheek but you realized you guys were in public oh sorry I forgot.. Het is oké, lieverd, we zijn in mijn kamer(it’s okay darling we’re in my room) now go back before they suspect something he smooch’s your head before you leave.

While you’re getting ready you start shaking “fuck nonononono shit!” Joost texts you “are you ready? You’re going on in a few minutes😗” “Joost I’m shaking really bad can you come to my room really quick please” “I’m coming” joost walks in are you okay?? You’re going on in 7 minutes, joost I-I don’t know what to do uhh stay calm did you eat anything today?? I-no but I didn’t have an appetite or anything I swear.

Um here! he pulls out a juice box quickly, this should help you stop shaking you calm down after a minute.Cmon he pulls you in for a hug, are you okay? I don’t know you replied my anxiety has been acting up a lot lately did you take your medication? He asked, yeah but my anxiety still gets through..

Well um bye joost I love you I love you tooooo don’t be worried you’re going to be great I promise he reassures you with a smooch. You take a deep breath before you hop onto the stage and you do your performance and it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be but you were in the top 5, “congratulations!!! I’m so so so proud of you😄😄”joost texted you from the hotel “thank you handsomeee I’m proud of you toooo”(IN THIS UNIVERSE JOOST IS IN THE TOP 3😡).

[olderthannetfic]

fandom social justice history anon here - aaah, thank you, early fandom being dominated by academics definitely connected the dots I was missing, thank you! Yeah, now looking at it with this in mind, it's pretty obvious how the tone of the meta essays from that era, while often snarky or even outraged, definitely sounds more like the tone of people who are used to passionately arguing in a setting that doesn't allow you to just throw whatever ad hominem accusation at your opponent's head. In contrast, tumblr's (and as a result, twitter's and tiktok's) style of fandom drama now reads to me even more blatantly like a catfight between high schoolers who have just recently learned some Big Words they only care to use as ammunition. I've read multiple older fans (including your invaluably informative blog) talking about how tumblr definitely reshaped fandom and brought in a TON of new people, and how slash was far from the "mainstream" of fandom even in the livejournal-ffn.net days, and I'm having a feeling that, for all the imperfections of this first tumblr generation of fans' activism ("let my gays marry" etc etc) the thing that got slash to be "mainstreamed" within fandom the way it currently is, also has to do with this pretty sizeable influx of new fans being mostly teenagers. As in specifically, overwhelmingly teenage girls who were having their first sparks of interest in romance during the height of the "I'm not like other girls" era + everyone shitting on twilight & "girly" musicians, because if you look at the posts from that period, they often contrast being a slash reader with being the slutty partying "other girl" or annoying hipster & at my school too slash kind of spread as a "not like the other girls" alternative to mainstream romance. Yes, not the healthiest attitude either, and it's good we've mostly grown past that, but like I said, there's a good chance that was what buffed up the numbers of slash fans to the point where today people are surprised fandom ever even was hostile to it, and at least in my environment, fandom activism, for all its flaws, was most people's first exposure to any sort of "-rights" activism at all. But (as is probably obvious) I did not experience most of even that era personally (I joined tumblr fandom in 2014). Anyways, excuse the rambling, if you feel like adding anything to confirm or deny my hypothesis, I greatly appreciate it, and I hope you have a nice day/evening!

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M/M still isn't mainstream in plenty of fandom contexts, just not the ones I hang out in, and "not like the other girls" of the type you describe was already big in the 90s among people who'd heard of fanfic. It's just that fanfic was harder to stumble across overall.

I think the two biggest factors are the changing attitudes towards gayness in mainstream culture in a number of countries and... well... AO3 getting popular.

FFN was the big place in the past, though not for my crowd. Now, AO3 is taking a massive bite out of not only its market share but now, in the last few years, Wattpad's.

When the visible institution around which fanfic revolves puts filtering out het front and center, it sends a strong message that previous fandom platforms did not. You had your m/m-only archives and your f/f-only archives and your places that let you filter for those but that treated het as an unmarked default.

Look at early discussions of AO3. There's an undercurrent there that we all assumed it would be one of a number of archives and that we didn't expect it to get this big.

Nobody could have foreseen the Het-Is-Eternal-Default Wattpad crowd being forced by their own platform's suckitude to come camp on the thing built by slashers. Now, we are the admins and they are the also-tolerated. That never happened before.

The thing that makes people not report gay hand holding as evil porn that must be eradicated is simply AO3 putting its foot down.

Anyone who thinks that virulent slash hate is gone just hasn't looked at other spaces.

This is not about individual fans behaving better: it is about institutional power.

[audrey-carr1]

The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out where I want this story to go. I think I have an idea now. I have also decided to switch to first person, I find it way easier to write that way and hopefully you all find it easier to read. I am going to switch over the other parts as well. We even have two new characters to join the fun!

word count: 3k

warnings/tags: fem!reader, original characters, usual shenanigans, mentions of hetty/trevor

End of November- end of month 1 

Hetty's been avoiding me. It's been two weeks since we danced and kissed, and she hasn't spoken a word. Now she'll barely look at me, and if she does it's like she sees straight through me. I notice her hang around Trevor more. Whilst at first, I thought it was Hetty being her usual cryptic self, I notice that her touches on him linger more than she usually does. Recently, thought I saw Trevor checking her out. Yet again it’s Trevor he checks every girl within the Woodstone property line out, so I’m not sure I can look into that entirely. 

“What is wrong, you have long face like horse,” Thor asks.

“Oh nothing, just silly girl stuff,” I say 

“Would you like to talk about it? Thor really good at listening and giving advice. If you have enemy, I show you how to crush skull. Very easy,”

“She’s not having enemy trouble, she’s having love trouble.” Sass interrupts

“Shush!” I say hoping he lowers his voice. 

“Am I wrong?” Sass says with a know-it-all all smirk.

My lack of answer causes his smirk to grow into a smile. 

“I appreciate the concern, but I feel like I should talk to Het-” I catch myself, “I should talk to the person who is giving me a long face before I go sharing my feelings,”

“Nice save,” Sass says before leaving with Thor. I groan inwardly. 

I don’t have much time in the day to talk to Hetty as I'm constantly tied up with guests. The upcoming holidays have brought a larger amount than what I had initially thought, so I feel like I’m being pulled in hundreds of directions. I barely have time to spend with the ghosts, let alone any time to myself. Thankfully Sam and Jay had the insight to allow me to hire a little holiday help. A couple of friends from university have been wanting to meet up with each other, so I offered them seasonal positions. It’s like killing two birds with one stone. Before they arrive, I sit the ghosts down to tell them of the upcoming changes. 

“Everyone I want to let you know that I will have a couple of friends helping me to keep this place running. They do know that I can see ghosts, and they as of recently know about you. They will only be here until after the New Year, then it’ll be just us all over again,” I explain, “My friend Nadine is going to stay with me in my room while my friend Riley will be staying at my house. This way we don’t lose any rooms, and I do not have to have any shenanigans from trying to bunk you people up. Nadine is a chef, so she’ll help me with the cooking. Riley is my jack of all trades so he’ll do anything I ask.” 

The ghosts nod their heads in agreement and simply go about to milling around as they usually do. 

“y/n can we help with decorations? Now that we have you around, we can help get the house all festive since we can touch things!” Flower suggests.

“I love it! That’s a great idea Flower!” I say.

“What is?”  Flower questions

Oh, Flower. “Alright, I should have expected that,” I say before going off to the basement.

Soon the ghosts and I begin to bring out the holiday decorations. Instead of putting up a commercial tree, Thor and I went out to the forest to cut down a pine on the property and brought it back to the house. Pete and Trevor string the lights while Flower begins to sort through the ornaments under the guidance of Sass. Alberta and Isaac string together the popcorn garland, and Hetty oversees the entire operation. 

“Aren’t you going to help Hetty?” Isaac asks

“As Lady of the House, I am helping! By supervising,” Hetty says nose slightly in the air

The front door chimes before a familiar voice yells out “Hello!” 

I gasp, quickly leaving my post at the popcorn bowl to go to the lobby. 

“Nadine! Riley!” I practically squeal. 

I first run to Nadine, we exchange kisses on the cheek before embracing in a hug. Then I go to Riley who picks me up and spins me with ease. 

“Oh, it’s been too long!” He says squeezing me in his arms. 

“Alright, you can put me down, stronghold,” I laugh as he places me back down on my feet. As he puts me down, I happen to look in the direction of the room I just left. I see the ghosts peering their heads around the corner like children before quickly going back into the room. The only one who does not move positions and stands in full view is Hetty with an unreadable expression. I assume it’s Hetty being curious, and I shoot her a wink before I take Nadine and Riley into the kitchen.

“How have you been since graduation?” Nadine asks while she and Riley sit at the table

“The same, honestly just trying to find my place in the world. Now that I’ve become a heiress, I feel as if I’ve been operating on autopilot,” I reply. I grab a snack tray from the fridge before making my way to them

“Yeah, how come you never knew your grandmother was super loaded?” Riley questions before popping a grape in his mouth. 

“Honestly, we never talked about it. She always made sure I knew the importance of hard work probably so when I became an heiress I wouldn’t act like an entitled one. My parents said they saved for me to go to any school I chose. The money I received from their death went to an account I only used to pay for my car and rent. Now I work to keep myself busy, and this isn’t bad gig. I have 8 forms of entertainment plus guests to keep me busy ” I say

“Speaking of 8 forms of entertainment, what about that ghost you said was cute,” Nadine asks.

“Can you keep your voice down? They’re dead, but they hear everything. They would never let me live that down if they found out,” I say feeling a blush on my cheeks.

“Have you told them how you can see them yet?” Riley asks.

“I haven’t spoken to anyone about it, besides my two trusted friends,” I say referring to them. 

“They don’t ask questions?” Nadine questions

“Oh they are plenty curious, but I tend to avoid the subject as much as I can. We just figured out that I can do more than see them. Anything I touch, they can also touch,” I tell them. 

“Oh, so they can eat and drink now?” Riley asks now sitting up in his seat. 

“Not necessarily. We tried that, and it ended with a lot of food ending up on the floor,” I say remembering the memory of Sass trying to eat pizza and failing miserably. 

“I guess you can say it goes straight through them,” Riley says knocking his head back in laughter. Nadine and I look at each other and roll our eyes. 

“Oh come on guys, that was funny!” Riley says trying to get us on his side. 

“Sure it was,” Nadine mocks. 

“But back to before, how is it exactly that you can see them? We know that you had that drowning incident, but that doesn’t really explain how you can see them,” 

“Well, it’s not like exactly read up on it. I just know that I had a near-death experience, and I guess since I was in between two worlds, I can see both sides,”

“Yeah, but you’re saying only the ghosts have powers. Your boss Sam sees ghosts, but she doesn’t have a power,”

“She was only clinically dead for 3 minutes. I had a full-blown Meredith Grey incident, and I was dead for a while,” I say. 

“Well “Meredith Grey” maybe a part of you is still trapped on the other side, you never fully returned,” Nadine says

“I don’t know Nadine, like I said I don’t really read up on it. I just accepted that it happened. In fact this is the longest I’ve talked about the incident outside of therapy,” 

“Sorry, we don’t mean to push,” Riley says putting his hand on mine

“No, I understand, I would be curious too,” I say turning my hand over and giving her hand a squeeze. 

“Are any of them in the room now?” Nadine asks looking around for a sign of them

“No, in fact, I don’t hear them either. Let me check that they haven’t fallen in some hole or have been ghost-napped again,”

“Again?” Riley asks.

“Long story,” I say getting up from the table.

I turn the corner exiting to be met with 6 guilty faces. It’s like watching children getting their hands caught in the cookie jar.

“Oh, this is the kitchen guys, not the living room. Onward men…and women,” Isaac says as they hurriedly leave. 

“I thought we were going to the kitchen to eavesdrop on the living to see if we could get any hot gossip,” Flower says before Alberta drags her along with the rest of the group. 

“They were eavesdropping weren’t they?” Nadine asks.

“Oh most definitely,” I say chuckling to myself.

“Were they all there?” Riley asks.

“Most of them, Trevor and Hetty were missing, but they tend to go off a lot more often as of late,” I reply walking back to the table.

Riley and Nadine share a quick look before quickly returning their gaze to me. 

“How about I give y’all a tour?” I ask. 

Beginning of December - month 2 

I turn the corner to go towards the lobby, and I almost trip over a left-out decorations box. Before I fall to the floor, Riley is there to catch me. Thor was right, I really need to watch my step around here. 

“Watch it, Princess, would hate to break the merchandise,” Riley laughs as he steadies me on my feet.

“Oh, you two get a room already!” Nadine teases from the top of the stairs having seen the scene from the top of the stairs. She descends the stairs and goes out the front door. No doubt going on her morning run. 

“Oh my knight in shining armor, you couldn’t afford me if you tried. I’m quite expensive with the most expensive tastes,” I tease back. 

“Oh you wish,” Riley says picking the box and taking it to the basement. 

I roll my eyes. “Oh, I most definitely do. I’d take a night with those muscles any day,” I say before he’s out of earshot. I turn back to my task, and I see Hetty.

“Hey Hetty,” I say giving her a smile.

“What is the relationship between you and this Riley?” Hetty asks looking me in my eyes. 

“Um friendly? I guess,” I say raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“You guess?” Hetty’s eyebrow also raises in question. I try not to focus on the warm feeling I get when she looks at me like that. 

“Riley and I are just friends, and we have been since my freshman year of university,” I tell her. 

“So you recently saying you "wouldn’t mind a night with those muscles" meant nothing? ” Hetty questions

“Meant nothing,” I assure Hetty. 

Hetty purses her lips, pondering my answer. She lets out a “hmph” before going on her way. 

“Hetty?” I ask before she leaves completely

“Sorry, I have to meet with Trevor,” Hetty says without missing a beat

“Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted to go for a walk. The guests don’t check in for another couple of hours and-” I begin. 

“Sorry dear, I simply must go,” Hetty says before trotting off. 

I try to ignore the burn in my throat. I shake my head at the feeling of loss and jealousy. 

I try to keep my mind focused on the guests and running the B&B as efficiently as I can. “No use crying over spilled milk,” I tell myself. 

Riley, Nadine, and I work quite well together. Riley is a great fit at the front desk charming the guests as they check in. Nadine has been a great help in the kitchen, she always seems to know exactly what it is that I need. I dip my tasting spoon into a new pasta sauce recipe I’ve been wanting to try. 

“How does it taste?” Nadine asks

“It’s fine, I think I’m missing something,” I say. 

“Here let me taste,” Nadine says. I hand her the tasting spoon. 

“Taste like you need just a pinch more garlic and maybe a dash more of the red wine,” Nadine says handing the spoon back to me

I do as she suggests, and I moan in delight as I taste the now-perfected sauce.

“Oh this should be bottled,” I say. 

“The heiress is going to start a sauce company? What will Ragu do?” Nadine laughs as she finishes dipping the dessert fruit in chocolate. 

“You want some of the leftover chocolate?” Nadine asks dipping her finger into the bowl. 

“Is the sky blue?” I ask turning my sauce off and putting it off the heat. I wash my hands and also dip my finger in the bowl. As I bring my finger to my mouth, a bit of chocolate falls on my chest. Before I can get to it, Nadine has reaches her finger over to grab the missed chocolate and brings it to her mouth. 

Hetty enters the kitchen at the exact moment Nadine's finger swipes the chocolate from my chest and to her lips. 

“Oh I see we just let everyone eat off of each other,” Hetty says in annoyance before exiting the kitchen. “She might as well just lick it off you the next time,” 

“Nadine, excuse me for a moment. Ghost duty calls,” I excuse myself placing the dish towel in my hand on the counter. 

“Oh yeah, of course, I’m going to finish putting up the small decorations if you don’t mind,” Nadine says untying her apron. 

“No you go ahead, I’ll finish in the kitchen once I’m done,” I say leaving the kitchen to catch up with Hetty. 

“Save me some chocolate!” Riley calls from the lobby.

I find Hetty upstairs living room. 

“Hetty, what is going on? Your temper with me seems to be at a short fuse,”

“It has not,” Hetty says avoiding my gaze. 

I hear Riley call for me, and I wish he had better timing. 

“You might want to go see what your muscled desk boy wants,” Hetty says. 

I nearly scream in annoyance and frustration, but I decide not to.

“This conversation is not over,” I say before I storm past Alberta heading down the stairs. Alberta heads into the living room with Hetty and blocks Hetty from exiting. 

“Hetty what is going on?” Alberta asks

“I haven’t the slightest idea of what you’re talking about,” Hetty says 

“You are driving that girl up a wall, and not in a good way,”

“I have not. I have been simply-” Hetty begins.

“Ignoring her,” Isaac says cutting Hetty off as he enters the room. 

“Oh great another gossip,” Hetty says as she sits on the couch,” Please tell me what my other grievances are.”

“Hetty we are worried about you. When she first got here, you were so excited to have as you said “another woman of high status” to join you. Then you walked around like the cat who got the cream once you finally kissed her,”

“I did not,” Hetty says fidgeting with her hands. 

“You most certainly did!” Alberta laughs, “ She must be some kisser because it was almost as if you sat on the washing machine again. 

Hetty blushes at the memory, she hates her how her friends can see through her facade.

“Hetty what is it that makes you act like this?” Isaac says sitting next to Hetty

“That’s the issue, Isaac. I do not know! I haven’t felt like this since I tried to run off with that painter,”

It dawns on Isaac,” Hetty do you know what it means?”

“Obviously not,” Hetty says waiting for Isaac to enlighten her. 

“Hetty, you two were practically inseparable. The two of you were practically finishing each other’s sentences, going on walks, and having movie dates,”

“Oh remember when you told me that you enjoyed how the sun made her eyes sparkle on your walks,” Alberta chimes in. 

“Remember that one time, we caught them cuddled up watching Bodices and Barons?” Isaac adds.

“Oh, how could I forget they looked so cute! (y/n) draped over Hetty with Hetty’s arms possesively wrapped around her,” Alberta says. 

“The both of you are absolutely incorrigible,” Hetty says in defeat.  

“And you’re blushing and in love!” Isaac says kicking his feet in the air. 

“I most absolutely am not,” Hetty says snatching her hands away. 

“Hetty and (y/n) sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Alberta begins to sing. 

Hetty simply puts her face in her hands. Hetty was so out of sorts even her mannerisms were becoming too unladylike for her. Hetty decides it’s time to grab the bull by the horns.

“If you two are done acting so childly, I am going to go and find and talk to (y/n),” Hetty says rising from the couch. She blames the butterflies in her stomach on the sudden change of posture rather than nerves. 

“Finally! Have fun and don’t come back until you look like you’ve had fun with the washer,” Alberta calls. This sends Isaac and Hetty in a fit of laughter. 

Hetty leaves the room and goes to enter your bedroom. Hetty begins to debate on whether she should enter or not, and then on a whim decides to enter the room. Upon entry, she has to fight to keep down a gasp as she watches Nadine kiss you. She quickly leaves the room and feels the butterflies in her stomach turn to lead.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

There’s a picture of James and Kirk with that looks like Dallas Cowboys cheer squad https://www.tumblr.com/ba11ltongue/765314535953481728

I think it’s DCC cause of uniform. Can you write James x former cheerleader, they met when this photo was taken and got married pretty fast, which kinda shocked everyone cause all press didn’t pin James for husband material. And maybe couple years later, they are on Grammy/MTV red carpet and a journalist asks James why he married her and Het goes on how caring and amazing she is; but she’s very sassy so she jokes something like “oh really? So nothing to do with me doing all the flips she twists in tiny shorts”?

Hope you like it❤

Husband Material? Ask the Cheerleader!

The roar of the crowd was still ringing in my ears as I wiped sweat

from my forehead and tried to catch my breath. My squad was chattering around me, celebrating another routine well done. It was one of those surreal nights — cheering on a massive stage, bright lights everywhere, surrounded by the biggest names in rock.

Then I spotted him. James Hetfield. He was standing off to the side with his bandmates, looking out over the bustling scene with that signature mix of intensity and cool detachment. It was like he was in his own world, even here, even in the middle of all this chaos.

I’d heard about him — everyone had. Heartbreaker, rebel, “not exactly husband material,” as one of the girls had put it. But right now, he was just… there. And he was staring right at me.

I tried to ignore the sudden flutter in my chest. It’s not like he was going to walk over, right?

Wrong. He was walking straight toward me.

“You did great out there,” he said, a lopsided smile on his face, voice smoother than I expected.

“Thanks! You weren’t too bad yourself,” I replied, trying to sound casual, though I could feel my heart pounding. “So… you’re the infamous James everyone keeps talking about?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Infamous, huh? What are they saying?”

“Oh, you know.” I shrugged, trying to keep my tone playful. “Heartbreaker, rebel.  That sort of thing.”

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Guess they don’t know everything.” He gave me a look that was both curious and intense. “How about you? You look like you can handle yourself. Break a few hearts yourself, maybe?”

“Maybe,” I replied with a smirk. “But I try not to leave too much collateral damage.”

He chuckled, and before I knew it, we were talking about everything from music to the chaos of life on the road. By the end of the night, he had my number, and I had a feeling — that crazy feeling you get when you just know something big is starting.

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Fast forward a couple of years, and here I am, walking down the red carpet with James Hetfield — my husband. Funny how life works, huh? The tabloids had gone wild when we’d gotten married after just a few months of knowing each other. “Impulsive,” they called it. “Uncharacteristic.” And my favorite: “James Hetfield? Husband material?” They couldn’t wrap their heads around it.

But they didn’t know him like I did. And they definitely didn’t know us.

Tonight, James was nominated for an award, and even though I’d been to plenty of these events with him by now, the flashing cameras and chaos still felt surreal. I felt his arm wrap around my waist, steady and sure, grounding me like always. He leaned down, whispering, “You look stunning.”

Just then, a journalist waved us over, a wide-eyed grin on her face. “James! You two are a fan favorite. Everyone’s still fascinated by how you got together so quickly. People were saying they never saw you as, well, husband material. What made you decide she was the one?”

James glanced at me, his eyes softening as he pulled me a little closer. “She’s… everything I never knew I needed,” he said, his voice warm. “She sees me, the real me, not the guy on stage, not the name or the fame. She’s always been able to see right through all of that, and she reminds me of who I am when I forget.” He looked at me, his gaze filled with something so tender, so unguarded, it made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn’t help but tease him, especially with all these cameras around. “Oh really, James?” I grinned, giving him a playful nudge. “So, nothing to do with the fact that I was doing all those flips and twists in tiny shorts?”

The journalist burst out laughing, clearly amused. “So that’s how you won him over!”

James joined in, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, maybe that caught my attention at first,” he admitted, with a grin that only made me want to tease him more. “But that’s not why I married her. She’s so much more than that. She’s the only person who keeps me sane. The only one who keeps me grounded.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks as the journalist chuckled again. “You make a good point, but I still think the flips helped,” I replied with a wink, leaning a little closer to James for effect.

James gave me a look somewhere between exasperation and adoration. “Maybe. But it’s your humor, your strength, and the way you don’t let me get away with anything. You’re my best friend.”

I softened, unable to keep up the teasing any longer. The way he looked at me — so full of love and pride — made it hard to think of anything witty to say. I just gave his hand a gentle squeeze, grateful for this moment.

The journalist, still smiling, shook her head. “Well, you two are adorable. Rock’s golden couple,” she said with a playful twinkle. “So what’s the secret, then, to a rockstar marriage?”

I laughed, catching James’s eye with a grin. Before he could answer, I chimed in, “Oh, that’s simple. I just keep him on his toes. Don’t let that rockstar image fool you — I’m the boss in this relationship.”

The journalist chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. James sighed, giving an exaggerated look of exasperation. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. “Thanks for putting up with me,” he murmured, just for me to hear.

I squeezed his hand, smiling softly. “Like I said, Hetfield, you’re not getting off that easy.”

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Hours later, after the whirlwind of the red carpet, the interviews, and the blinding camera flashes, we finally made it to the after-party. I let out a long breath, kicking off my heels and wiggling my toes as I leaned against the bar with a glass of wine. My feet ached, but it was a good kind of ache, the kind that reminds you of everything you’ve just been through.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of warm, familiar arms wrap around my waist from behind. James pulled me close, his chin resting on my shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss against my neck. “Finally,” he murmured, his voice low. “I’ve got you all to myself.”

I smiled, leaning back into him. “I know. I swear, these events get longer every time.”

He chuckled, his breath tickling my skin. “Worth it, though. You were stunning out there. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

I turned to face him, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the wine. “You said that already, Hetfield,” I teased, nudging him playfully. “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

He smirked, tightening his hold on me. “You’re sassy tonight.”

“Always,” I replied, grinning up at him.

James looked at me for a moment, his expression softening. “You know, I meant what I said out there to the press,” he said quietly. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Don’t think I say it enough.”

My smile faded, replaced by something softer, more genuine. The world knew James as the rock legend, the larger-than-life icon, but this side of him — the man who was vulnerable, grateful, and unguarded — was the one I fell in love with.

I reached up, resting my hand on his cheek, my thumb brushing gently across his jawline. “You know… I don’t think people would believe how mushy you actually are.”

He let out a low laugh, rolling his eyes. “Don’t tell anyone. Gotta keep up the image.”

I grinned, pulling him a little closer. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

We stood there for a while, the noise of the party fading into the background. It was just us in our own little world. James leaned down, his lips finding mine in a soft, lingering kiss. It was warm, slow, and said everything we didn’t need words for. When he pulled back, he kept his forehead against mine, his thumb tracing gentle circles along my waist.

“Ready to go home?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.

I nodded, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”

As we walked out of the party hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel a quiet kind of joy. Fame and all its chaos might come and go, but this? This was real. This was ours. And as long as I had him by my side, I knew I had everything I’d ever need.

[gougarfem]

i know this is cliché and there are a million posts like this but i'm getting so tired of the pointless infighting on here. and before you accuse me of anything, i'm a lesbian who practices complete female seperatism with the exception of having to interact with male healthcare staff. yes, i'm far from a perfect radfem, and yes, we should all try but I don't think anyone on here meets that ideal. seeing misogynistic slurs and insults thrown at women who are bisexual, het-partnered, or god forbid need a fucking abortion is so saddening when tumblr is one of the only places i feel a sense of community with other feminists. most people on here have at some point been isolated and ostracized for our politics. we're lucky to have a space on a site like this where we can express our beliefs and form a community and have nuanced discussions (look at what's happening to other apps! look how quickly radfem pages are termed on instagram and tiktok!) and instead of using this platform for constructive discussion some of you are spending 4+ hours a day in petty arguments over semantics, attacking vulnerable women for needing medical procedures and cyberbullying anyone who happens to feel attraction to men. we are not going to form a movement like this. no progress will come from this! outsiders see us picking each other apart and are discouraged from radical feminism, men use the holes in our community to tear us apart and make us look like a joke. people go back to liberal circles because their first day on radblr gets them an inbox full of insults and slurs and they quickly see how other women are treated on here.

i can't believe this needs saying but spending your day online calling osa women traitors/c*nts/c*cksuckers/brainwashed, telling detrans women we're deformed and damaged goods and throwing around the r slur is not activism nor is it feminist. some of you need to watch a primary school cyberbullying powerpoint about how there's another person at the end of the screen because i know no one on here would say those things to a woman's face. radical feminism fights for the liberation of EVERY woman, no matter if you personally dislike them or disagree with their choices - and even so, it's common sense that people will be more open to conversation and willing to change if you treat them with kindness, instead of denouncing and dogpiling everyone who doesn't meet your standards. i'm a radfem because so many women aren't. i'm a radfem for the women who wear makeup and insist it's for themselves. i'm a radfem for women who have been "happily married" 10 years and still do 100% of the housework. is that you? are you fighting for these women? or are you on here to boost your superiority complex and put others down? because if that's the case our movement doesn't fucking need you.

i hope some of you think about why you're on tumblr and how exactly you're aiding female liberation or even helping women to begin with. where the majority of other communities are toxic echo chambers, we need to be able to accept differences of opinion and fight for the bigger cause. anything else will alienate the same women we claim to be fighting for.